It's all one flower.

Farkill raised his face with a smell that seemed to indicate.

There are people on the way down the hill. Is it a family of refugees? For a group of about ten people, children also mix. I zoomed the lens of the tablet device all over my eyes and took a picture.

Reflect on the city of North Zakart and check the images.

I enlarged the distant image and counted the number of people first. Eleven people were photographed. Maybe he's in the truck.

Gender and age are fragmented and there is one lake people. Maybe I was survived because of this witch.

Farkill turned off the power and served in the pocket of his coat.

... You have kids, and you're not a burglar or anything.

Think better and move on with your legs.

"Hey!"

I was called out and my legs stopped unexpectedly.

He's a boy who's not so different from himself.

I gazed over the hill and found my clothes worn out. Will he be rescued from under the rubble in an air raid and live in evacuation dressed up?

"Hey, are you okay? Huh!

Again, the same person called me. If we don't get into the tunnel, we'll feed the demons.

Whoever they are, there is no other way.

Farkill paced up a little and approached them.

As I walk, I think about how I explained myself.

If you know you're an Arthurian, worst of all, you could get killed.

... I'm... I'm a Lacrimaris, but let's just say there's only one helpless people in the family.

Then you won't be suspicious of the magic gloves, spell notebooks, or [magic crystals] of your possessions.

Last month, I went to an acquaintance's house in Nemoralis with my parents.

Only one survived the air raid and was able to get here thanks to a kind man.

At the parting, the woman of the people of the lake put her magic into the [crystal].

... Okay, let's go with this setting.

Just in case, I'll stop at a little distance.

"Oh, uh, hello..."

I greeted him here with an appeal that he was not a suspicious one.

Pity, my voice trembles, reminding me of more tension than consciousness.

An employee-like man in a blue snail glanced at a man in white cooking clothes.

A man in cooking clothes returns a greeting.

"Hello. You, alone? We've been evacuated from the city of Zerneau on the eastern shore..."

"Huh...?

I desperately hand remember and recall the damage map of Nenia Island that I saw online.

The southern part of Nemoralis territory, including the city of Zerneau, is a land abandoned by the government.

Air raid damage is too harsh and has little chance of survival. The demon that ate the body received flesh and turned it into a warcraft. Various speculations flow on bulletin boards, such as the contamination of the land with the chemical weapons of the Artel Lanista coalition and its inaccessibility….

The living witness is here.

Farkill once again looked around at the people who had fled the dead.

The first run-down boy to speak up, a young man in cooking clothes, a blue swordfish employee, two elementary school girls, a girl middle school student, a boy high school student, a girl from the people of the lake, a woman from the people of the land, and two men in run-down unknown occupations.

All men can grow their mustaches all they want. Women don't feel like makeup. This past month has been a hard time peeking.

"You, why are you here?

The boy asked me earlier in a tight tone.

Sure, I'm suspicious right now.

"Oh, uh... it's safer in the tunnel... the..."

All sorts of things, my voice trembles and I can't speak well. But the word wasn't a lie now. We don't have time to get to the North City by sundown. The safest place near here is in the surgically protected Zakart tunnel (tunnel).

"... right, let's move to a safe place before we talk"

A worn man with a tough gaze at Farkill turned his back on his wrinkles.

When he starts cleaning up after his meal, the boy who stares at Farkill also rushes over to help. Another worn man joined them as well.

The young man in cooking clothes and the woman of the people of the lake invited him to treat the fish.

A girl about the same age as Farkill brings an aluminum foil wrap from the carrier and hands it to a blonde young man wearing a blue sword.

A Tsunagi youth puts the wrap on a stainless steel bat and whispers something. Unexpectedly a small group of flames circled and surrounded the foil wrap.

Farkill has no voice and sees it in the magic of the flames he first saw. A young man from Tsunagi spoke with a light knoll.

"Shall I introduce myself until the fish is cooked? I'm Cruello. I skipped training, so I can only use a few [spiritual doves]."

"Oh, you know, I say Farkill. There's only one person in my family who can't do anything without magic and [the crystal of magic] or something."

"Is there a [crystal] now?

The girl of the people of the lake entered.

The appearance is as good as Farkill's, but a wizard could be a long-lived race. This girl and Cruello may be as old as a haulier woman.

"I am Awellana, a [Thinking Owl] pharmacist. I'll replenish your magic if you like."

... When the magic is empty, it's the same thing you don't have.

I thought Farkill wouldn't mind being taken away and handed over [the crystal of magic] to the pharmacist of the people of the lake.

The girl of the people of the lake, who named her Awellana, marvels with her eyes round.

"Oh, there's still plenty of this left."

Farkill quickly rethinked the explanation he had just thought about and put it in his mouth.

"This morning, the person who sent me there [to jump] added magic."

... the ruins of the city of South Zakart, but you're not totally lying.

"I'm glad you got help from a kind person. Oh, me, Leno. I can't do magic."

A young man in cooking clothes said in light condition.

Elementary school girls peep hidden behind their backs. The colour of the hair is the same colour of the earth as Leno's, and his face looks very similar. Brothers and sisters, I guess.

"I'm Medvege, the driver. Brother, how far are you evacuating?

A man with a tight wrapper laughed under his beard and gently slapped the carrier.

Furkill answers it without staring.

"I want to go back to Grom City... you know, a little before the air raid, I've been coming to someone I know in Gardenia City with my family... well, with that..."

The city of Grom is a city in the southeastern part of the island of Negna, on the territory of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis. On the opposite shore of the Funalis archipelago, enjoy the port of Grom, which is frequented by tourists on pilgrimage.

The city of Gardenia was in the northwest of the island of Nenia and all the way north of the city of North Zakart.

"... well. That was a disaster."

Another elderly man stopped the hand of work and said sorry.

... These people are really good people.

Farkil was convinced that they were not the evacuees who had been wildling. At the same time, I get sorry.

"Gentlemen, which way are we going?

I asked questions to mislead my feelings.