It's all one flower.

Boy soldier Morph was looking out the window in the small room.

Because I didn't feel like leaving the lookout to the Lacrimaris Farkill boy alone.

What you see outside the windshield is a monotonous view.

Lake Lacus on your right, forest on your left. The national highway of the kingdom of Lacrimaris ran in the meantime through only a few dead fields.

All the dead fields are stained with young grass.

From time to time, signs just show up, and you're bored to drowsiness.

Medvege is opening the window for ventilation. The wind hitting my cheeks was cold and I never really slept.

From Car Radio, there is also news today that does not show.

We were still able to receive the national government broadcast of the Republic of Nemoralis, either because it was just outside the Kublum Mountains.

The usual announcer's voice tells us that there were no Artel army air raids yesterday after the shelter information.

... It's weird that you're in a foreign country and you can't hear what you know.

The boy soldier Morph didn't know if saying there were no air raids was due to the work of the Nemoralis Army or if the Artel Army was telling him in some operational preparation that he didn't dare to go out.

Vague anxiety about heading south brings neck.

... If the air raid is gone, aren't you with me when we go to Gardenia? I don't care if you don't have a city full of wizards.

But I couldn't disagree with Captain Solniak when he said he was going south.

Juvenile soldier Morph has learned that he is a child who is unschooled and knows nothing. All this time, I have followed the captain and made no mistake.

It was the greater man of the Star Road Prostitute Army who set up the hospital raid operation.

So it is not Captain Solgnac's fault that we were caught by the curse doctors of the people of that lake.

Less than half an hour later, I saw the city.

In the southeast direction of the city, you can also see the mountains stretching.

The city, which looked like a gray shadow painting across the horizon, grew bigger in the windshield.

As we approach, the redness of the roof and the blue glow of the trees are vividly reflected in the eyes of the boy soldier Morph.

... That's a prettier city than the city of Zerneau.

I remember the city before I destroyed it in an operation, and the back of my chest was tickled and sore.

Medvege stops and speaks to the carrier.

"We've come all the way."

"What about the inquest?

"No, I don't know yet."

To Captain Solgnac's voice, Medvege replied concisely. The air on the carrier sticks tight.

"Come on, take your time."

"Please."

Start the engine and the truck will run again.

The body reached the north exit of the city, not determined to be ready for anything.

Like the medical industry city of Kulbunika and the city of North Zakart, the surroundings are surrounded by demon-free walls.

The North Gate, which leads to the national highway, opened its mouth to the gray wall.

Outside the wall, nothing.

The walls that separated the Listwer Autonomous Region from the city of Zerneau had a checkpoint on both sides of the Autonomous Region and the city of Zerneau.

In the operation of the Star Road Prostitute Army, we forcibly broke through there.

The wall height is slightly lower than the two-story roof.

The North Gate is four lanes wide. Beyond the gate was a spacious space, with private houses and shops on both sides of the road leading behind it.

"That?

Medvege gave a clapped voice and looked around to the left and right. Farkill in the passenger seat also looks around with a bewildered face.

"What's up?

Captain Solgnac came into the small room.

Boy soldier Morph gives the place to the captain and watches over what happens.

"Hey, you."

"What?

"Inspectorate"

Medvege slowed loose and parked the truck in the corner of the square. Not much (or so), the back carrier was opened and the dry wind blew.

The road across the square was quite crowded, but there was not a single car.

The brothers and sisters of the bakery walk up to you all three of them.

... What are you doing? Those guys...?

"Hello -"

Pinatifida stops a little further away. I spoke to a middle-aged woman trying to get into the house in front of me, in a way I knew her.

The aunt stops her legs and turns her alertness exfoliating eyes this way.

Pinatifida continued, without any cowardice, with a bright voice.

"We're selling bread and medicine. Can I help you?

For a moment the aunt looked surprised but smiled back at Pinatifida.

"What kind of medicine?

"It's a wound medicine. I'm going to make it now, and I'm going to have the container and oil prepared there."

"Oh, that's a treasure. Guys, the drugstore's here!

My aunt shouted at the street.

The majority of passers-by just saw this one as chilling and went right back for themselves, but a few came into the square.

One asks the same question as his aunt and Pinatifida and Leno answer it.

"Boy, you didn't just stand there, so help me, too."

Medvege calls me, and the boy soldier Morph turns around.

Everyone was unloading a desk and a cardboard from the carrier with a morph elsewhere that was taken away from them.

Amana pastes the sign she just made on the conference desk, and everyone else has lined up the sale.

Boy soldier Morph hastily joined it.

Those who hear the explanation leave, and the brothers and sisters of the bakery return.

"Oil and contents, they're coming back to get it. So, Mr. Awellana, thank you very much later."

"Will you buy it?

Awellana heard Leno's explanation with a mixed voice of surprise and joy.

"Looks like it."

Leno nodded small, but I can't throw away the possibility that they said it as a social dictionary, either, as a pretext for leaving the scene.

Here, there was no trust between Leno and his customers and Leno's mobile sales "the overlooked (Praethermissa)".

The preparations were over soon, but no one came yet.

"When there's a dirty one, people don't lean on it. Where are we pulling in?"

Medvege slapped him on the shoulder and Juvenile Soldier Morph returned to the carrier.

"I'm knitting grass inside."

Amiella gets in too. I just picked the ingredients and I haven't been able to do anything.

The sign of the crawler remains on the carrier.

Amiella quickly got to work as she lowered her hips to the corner of the carrier.

"Let's help."

Without waiting for Amiela's reply, Captain Solgnac took a bottle of cranberry and began knitting.

Cruillo entered the small room of the carrier, started the generator and hung the record.

"I'm going to help you, too!

Amiella nodded loudly when she raised her voice so that the boy soldier Morph could not beat the powered sound of the generator.

My sister taught me, and I've made a few morphs. I took the crawling grass I collected in the garbage bag and started knitting.

The sound of the speaker fixed to the floor echoes on the carrier.

On a favorite weather forecast song, Boy Soldier Morph was handy and proceeded to knit a small cage.

Knit the bottom round and tightly pack the knitting to secure it. From there, it starts spreading, knitting vertically to create depth.

Outside the carriage, the girls seem to be singing songs. The voice is unclear, but it would surely be a weather forecast song.

Juvenile soldier Morph was immersed in the work at some point and the noise of the generator was no longer a concern.