It's all one flower.

Amiella is getting swollen and fever in her left arm and is able to do things around herself little by little.

The old farmer's wife bakes me care for nothing between farming tasks.

[Cold resistance] and other techniques were planted inside Amiella's coat. You saw that, the old lady seemed to think she was a wizard without any doubt.

"Um... sorry. I can't use magic."

I was lost for a few days and made up my mind, confessing to my benefactor in a voice that seemed to disappear.

For a moment, the old woman looked surprised, but immediately soothed her expression and gently held Amiela's shoulder.

"You're ineffective. Poor thing."

Amiella doesn't know what "action power" is. But I knew the old lady conveniently misunderstood something.

Speak above yourself by laying low to be an autonomous community citizen.

My mother and siblings died of an epidemic long ago, leaving my father and daughter alone.

His father also strayed in the middle of the evacuation, explaining that Amiela, alone, fled to the mountains avoiding the flames….

The old woman pitied herself over Amiela, weeping and sympathetic.

My chest ached over the deception, but after learning about it with the people of the Autonomous Region, it's not the same as trying to be anonymous (Kakuma). I couldn't even tell the truth for the safety of the old woman.

It's not a complete lie. Even with magic, it's true that magic can't be used.

It was thanks to magical tools that I entered the mountains alone and was able to return to people alive.

He explained that the reason he fled to the Kublum Mountains was because he went to pick up nuts with his grandmother at an early age and was taught a safe path.

"Is there a way in the mountains?

The old woman rounds her eyes.

Amiella was surprised that those in the house closest to the mountain around here did not know.

"What? You don't know?

"In our village, we don't go above the gates."

Amiella was convinced that the road from the gates of the hiking trail to this farmhouse was well maintained.

Clean it to prevent the occurrence of clutter demons and to prevent the passage of clutter demons that have arisen in the mountains.

"My grandmother told me that a long time ago, from west to east of the Kublum Mountains, a street was built."

"I wonder why you made your way through the mountains?

"Come on? My grandmother's that far too... it's just that even though it's really in the mountains, there's a cobblestone marked road, and I came through it."

The old woman sits in a chair by the bed, hammering and listening to Amiela's story over and over again.

"Besides, it was decaying, but there was also a forestry union cabin. Looks like whoever used the road was there for it."

"Forestry union......? Oh, I hear you have a charcoal maker."

"Really? Maybe that's why the road was built. There was a tree-lined road with red flowers, and it was beautiful."

"Heh. Is there a beautiful path in the mountains like that?"

The old lady impressed me, but I'm half-hearted.

... I have no choice. Even I can't believe it unless I walked.

Amiella thought as she tasted the vanilla tea the old woman had brewed for her.

Other than the fracture...... bruises, cuts, etc. have improved considerably.

"It's a little cold, but sometimes it's better for you to change the air."

That's what the old woman said, standing and opening the window.

[Cold resistance] is also hung on the skin. It wasn't cold, even as the cold wind of the morning blew in through the wide open windows.

"Is there a way to go, young lady?

Relax on the chair and ask as the old lady remembered.

Amiella responds instantly.

"Yes. I have relatives on Nemoralis Island. She's my grandmother's sister, but she's a long-lived race, so she's still young and healthy..."

"Right. The radio says the harbor is all over the place and we can only cross to Nemoralis Island from the port of Topoli."

I saw the old woman as stunned by the information.

The port of Topoli is the northeast end of the island of Nenia.

It is now almost the southernmost part of the territory of the Republic of Nemoralis. I can be on my way to see how to get there.

"You can stay as long as you want, my lady, even after the injury has healed"

The old woman said in a gentle voice and began to speak above herself.

My sons have moved to the city of Geatzint in the city.

The only people left to farm are the old couple and the first-born family. The eldest son's family also went to Nemoralis Island in this air raid.

...... hmm? Even though this place isn't damaged?

Amiella got hooked, but hammers over the old woman's body story.

"My grandfather and I, we're not drenched..."

The old woman closed the story with a sigh leaking from the depths of her chest.

Amiella hits the gavel with an ambiguous look and asks.

"Neighbors..."

"It's a little far away from the neighborhood, and, well, I have a stopover, because a lot of houses went somewhere in an air raid."

Exhale again.

The first air raid was spared, but the second time may come.

How long will this place be safe, and where?

Amiella today had no information and could not be judged.

"Uh... to your son..."

"I have a grandfather, and I have to take care of the field."

I shake my neck sideways and have a dripping grin on my mouth.

Amiella hasn't seen anyone but this old lady since she got here.

... Grandpa, can't you move it because you're sick or something and you need to take care of it?

I'm sorry for the loss of care for my old husband for taking care of Amiela. However, it is unlikely that I will be able to help with medical care in such a body.

"Oh, uh, thank you so much for helping me out in a tough time with my grandfather's medical care"

"No, no, that's okay. It's hard to leave someone in trouble alone. Take your time."

The old woman responded with a laugh to Amiela, who again thanked her and bowed her head.

"That's right. Maybe it's time for Grandpa to meet me. My grandchildren have taken my son, and they want someone to talk to."

An old woman can sit back.

Even now Amiella can do that.

I found myself useful to the injured, and was happy to follow the old man to the room where he was put to sleep.