It's all one flower.

The needle Amiella rode on the carrier as her knee was about to lose strength due to relief.

There will be an examination of the Kingdom of Lacrimaris, but if we manage to cross the North Vieetfi Bridge, we can reach the island of Lanterna, the territory of the Republic of Artel, even on foot.

... somehow, should we go all the way to Lanterna Island and think about the later?

Or should I study magic and, as a proper witch, move to the Kingdom of Lacrimalis?

At school, the Kingdom of Lacrimalis learned that there were many wizards of the land people and that the powerless people were about 10% of the entire people. Lacrimaris society turns to the wizard center.

I still can't decide between them.

Now, I can go either way.

... When you can go anywhere, you don't know where to go and you can't go anywhere.

Amiella recently found out that she was a Kirkulus with magic. But I do not intend to martyr in faith and erase myself, a filthy being.

... I was born in the Autonomous Community, so you just knew Kirkulusism, and you really didn't think of faith or anything.

I looked back at what had happened in the mountains and thought so again.

I have no idea what Morph thinks of being with the two wizards. From what I've seen, the employees of the powerful land people and the pharmacists (dullness) of the lake people talk normally.

He's close to the driver and respects the captain of the Star Way Prostitute Army, I see.

The captain told me that he was going south, but what the three Morphs were going to do seemed undecidable.

A bakery young man and a lacrimalist boy talk about money with a difficult face.

... Oh well. If you could change the herbs you picked yesterday to fuel or something, would you go all the way to Grom City and even ship from there?

Amiella can also travel to Nemoralis Island to find her great-aunt, as the manager said. I excavated my grandmother's notebook on a mountain road and put it in my backpack, but I still can't look inside.

Imagine this from pale expectations. East of the wasteland I just saw was a forest.

With spreading grass (Tsukusa), you might be able to make cages and other fine objects to add to your life. They sold quite a bit in the Autonomous Communities.

... what can you trade me for?

Until we get to our destination, I want fuel if possible.

On the radio, a truck from the Kingdom of Lacrimalis carrying relief supplies said he was coming to Nemoralis.

But the kingdom is almost a wizard, too, for ordinary people. I get anxious that few people use automobiles. Will gas stations be in every city as well as nemoralis?

There are no windows on the carrier and I don't know what's going on out there.

The girls look at each other in the forehead and talk to each other in a low voice as they write something on their notebook.

... I was just discussing the price of bread with your brother, and it goes on?

Amiella joined the circle of stories concerned.

"What are you talking about?

"The story of selling bread -"

The bakery sister answered in a whisper. Place your index finger on your lip and call with your other hand.

"To your brother, because I don't tell you"

"Don't tell me? Why? You were just talking to your brother about that, weren't you?

Amiella asked, diving her voice.

My bakery sister frowns at me and makes a serious face.

"It's not a store, so even if your brother makes good bread, I'm sure he won't sell it."

Amiella had to laugh bitterly.

Surely we are suspicious now.

It embarrasses me to think of myself on the assumption that I could buy a cranberry.

... How can I get the locals to trust me?

The city is not a wacky place to stay for long periods of time just passing by truck.

The bakery's sister hid the Nemoralis National Broadcasting logo earlier by affixing gum tape to the truck's carrier in the form of bread.

I guess you're going to make the bakery pretend to be convincing. The painting of bread made with gum tape is better than the broadcaster's logo, but rejection looks frigid.

What are the means by which you can be trusted in a short time?

... such a convenient cotto, that is, unless it is also magic...

"So now I'm writing a song."

"Song?"

As Amiela tilted her neck, the bakery's sister laughed mischievously and pointed at her notebook.

"You know, the weather forecast song, we all know it, so we're gonna change this into a bakery song"

"Create a new song, what do you do?

I don't see the story at all.

The bakery's sister said otherwise.

"So sing this song and say, 'It's not Min, it's a traveling bakery,' and sell bread."

"Oh, that's what I say"

I mean, you want to sing a CM song and make it convincing to pretend to be a merchant.

Such visiting salesmen also patrolled the estate district of the autonomous community of Listwar.

In the year when the crops were abundant, the farmers also turned to sell in trucks.

Visiting salespeople mostly go around singing songs with repeated woven product names.

... Oh, but Nemoraris does. But what about Lacrimaris?

I don't even think this kind of child deception works, but I can't think of any other good ideas.

Amiella watched the bakery sisters and employee sisters silently surround the notebook and talk to each other in a whisper.

There is no leak in the example of call-and-sell, and many times the word "bread" appears.

The girls put white paper next to their notebooks, comparing that to the lyrics they thought about earlier, oh or else they come up with a proposal.

The white paper had a much more awkward (twisted) word on it than the girls, and it said something.

My bakery sister notices Amiela's gaze and explains it to me.

"This is the original lyric you wrote me, Morph"

"Original lyrics?

"This is the original lyrics to the weather forecast song"

With that said, earlier, I said it was a re-song. Amiella recalls radio news.

... I think it only played the sound of the instrument?

"I have a record. There."

The bakery's sister looked at Amiela's suspicious face and pointed her finger. They're in the small room behind the driver's seat.

Selling bread as it is, no one will buy it.

They lay down their reasons to make a song for sale so that they don't hurt the bakery's brother.

"I know you, too, so I can help you."

Amiella decided to join the lyrics because she had nothing else to do.

It would be better than doing nothing.