It's all one flower.

The First Laboratory of Kulbunika, apparently, was not hit by an air raid and is intact.

A small concrete two-storey house with slightly wider windows fitted with an iron lattice.

The front yard and parking lot, surrounded by shoulder-height walls, is about two trucks.

There is no car. But a wizard can [jump].

I couldn't say it was deserted.

Cruillo glanced softly at the window from in front of the iron gate, but did not know if there were any people.

What we should be wary of is demons and thugs. But I don't think anyone other than the researchers would bother to evacuate into the woods.

The front door opened unexpectedly.

A man of the people of the lake, who came out unsecured, stops moving as a ghost. Cruillo couldn't move either.

Captain Solniak and Juvenile Soldier Morph breathe at the same time.

The man who opened his mouth first was a man of the people of the lake.

"You guys, you weren't screwed"

That's all I say, I start casting spells that I don't know about Cruello.

"Oh, hey, wait a minute, please! Wait a minute! It's not a monster!

"... he knows we're terrorists"

Captain Solgnac tells him pale and grabs Cruillo's shoulder and pushes him back.

You go back to your sisters.

"Huh?"

"Hurry up!

Boy soldier morphed me. Soot smoke rises on the ground I was just standing on. The people of the lake tongued and resumed chanting, and Cruillo ran to the truck.

... If the people of the lake are with each other, maybe they will believe...?

"Awellana!

My people gather for something in Cruillo's impatient cry.

Pharmacists (dullness) of the nominee lake people heard in a nervous voice.

"... what's up?

"Hey, hey, come on"

"Brother!

"Don't you come! Truck, come in!

Running back Amana ran to the gate with a pharmacist from the people of the lake.

The two star road prostitutes are still safe and speak with the elderly lake people in the harsh air.

"You unlucky bastards..."

"Well. Why are you here?

"I don't know how to answer that."

"Indeed."

Cruillo stopped behind a star path prostitute, but the pharmacist (dull) Awellana rushed straight to the gate. The captains also lose their words to too much defenselessness.

"... funeral parlor. Huh!

"You're not the pharmacist's sister! Why are you with these guys?

... Oh, my God. Do you know him?

The force fell out of his shoulder, and Cruillo turned the truck around.

Medvege peeks this way with his face out the driver's window.

Everyone else got on the carrier or I can't see him.

Cruillo smiled and nodded in the driver's seat and stood next to Awellana.

"We've been evacuating together since the air raid. It'll be a long time, and, uh, there's an injured person here, so can you let me in?

"Mmm... well, okay. You're an injured man, are you seriously injured like that?

The people of the lake, known as the funeral parlor, hesitated a little, but approached the gate and looked around at the visitors and nodded.

"No, I can walk on my own, but I have a broken arm."

"Right. Let's get Sensei."

The funeral parlor went back to the lab after unlocking the door and the candlestick.

Cruillo and Awellana push open the iron gate.

Captain Solniak and Juvenile Soldier Morph returned to the truck.

The people of the earlier lake came out where Cruillo guided Medvege and let him park on the lab's premises. If you look closely, you are lifting the [white butterfly] badge (today) from your neck. It seems true that the funeral parlor is a profession.

Then came another man of the people of the lake. This is the [Blue Wing] badge (today). Just right, "Sensei" sounds like a surgeon.

"Agate Hospital's..."

You're safe, too, aren't you?

The curse doctors and pharmacists of the people of the lake tremble with joy and surprise.

Medvege jumped out of the driver's seat and ran over.

"Sensei!"

"And the driver?

...... hmm? You don't know Mr. Medvege as a "terrorist star path prostitute," do you personally?

Cruillo was surprised by the difference in reaction, but he didn't seem to be an acquaintance in a bad direction, so he flushed it without thinking about it any further.

"I heard there was an injured person..."

"Now it's easy to unload, but we, the money..."

The chauffeur Medvege clouds the end of the story with regret. [Blue One-Winged] 's curse doctor laughed and said.

"It's an emergency now. Besides, I can't help but get you some money here."

Medvege graciously ran to the carrier. Take Amiela back for a small run.

The rest of us came out surprised.

"Do you have kids too..."

It's me and his sisters.

When Cruillo indicated Leno with his palm and said, the funeral parlor shook his neck to the side and murmured pathetically.

Guided by the funeral parlor, he was put through to the conference room on the ground floor.

The long desk opens space in the center and forms a square. Each of them sat down in their seats of thought.

First, the curse doctor examines Amiela's wounds.

She has a simple fracture and received appropriate first aid, so she doesn't have to worry.

"If the bone was healing with deviation, it would have to be broken and reconnected again. But for this matter, it's okay to use [bone repair thread] as it is."

The curse doctor untied the bandage with a familiar hand and removed the escort. Touch the broken part and cast a spell.

It's a spell similar to Awellana's earlier healing of Medvege.

The spelldoctor finishes the chant and releases his hand.

The wound-healing Amiella rubbed her arms in horror, holding and opening her palms. A bewildered face makes a bright smile, and from its lips naturally zero (spill) words of gratitude.

Cruillo was slightly surprised that Kirkrussians in the Ristover Autonomous Region were treated by a spelldoctor and thanked.

... This guy is nothing but a Kirkurist fundamentalist.

With that said, Amiela didn't look nasty when she introduced herself that Cruello and Awellana were wizards. He also helped collect raw materials for magic drugs.

"It's noon. The kids are getting less harrassment, aren't they? Let's talk while we eat."

The funeral parlor left the conference room. Leno follows with a bag of food.

"Um, well, I'll help you too..."

"Oh, no, that's fine. The kitchen here is small."

The curse doctor hand-wrestled the pinatifida that was about to rise.

"I'm a hippo while I wait. I'll explain. Tell that old man later from Sensei."

Yes, I said no, and briefly explained what Medvege had done since the air raid.

Sometimes, Awellana supplements.

The story of an acquaintance who had been reunited for a long time was not a very pleasant one, but the curse doctor did not pinch his mouth and listened to the story with a quiet eye.