It's all one flower.

I came to Central Square and ran out of herbs in two days.

There is a little bit of grass finishing left, but no more unprocessed spreading.

Instead, we got a lot of flour and other food, and clothes and blankets went over.

We can make bread and cookies and make them into replacements, and we can eat the rest of the sale ourselves, so there's no waste.

There will be no choice but to remain in the city of Morniya any longer.

Earlier the next morning, we were to leave for the city of Dossici.

The gates provided for the walls shall open at five o'clock in the morning and close at seven o'clock in the evening.

The truck of the overlooked mobile distributor (Praethermissa) followed the city of Morniya at the same time as the gate opened.

On the national highway running along the lake, head towards the cities of Dossici and Pravik in the south.

Though March, the western sky is still dim.

Beneath the eastern sky lies a quiet sleeping forest. The forest continued from the Kublum Mountains and comprised the majority of the island.

The city of Morniya is at the foot of the northwest end of the Pravik Mountains.

The Pravik Mountains are thin beyond Spring Summer and stretch southeast from near the shoreline… towards the North Vieetfi Bridge.

The plains, sandwiched between the Kublum and Pravik mountains across the island of Nenia, were mostly covered by forests. The forest is an area dominated by demons and warcraft, who refuse to let people in.

The Republic of Nemoralis had passed national highways into the forests of the northern Kublum Mountains and had set up laboratories for chemical materials.

The Kingdom of Lacrimaris does not seem willing to lay its hands on the South Forest. I didn't see a place I could possibly get into.

... This way, there are more wizards and it seems easier to protect the road...?

For that matter, demons and warcraft may also be strong.

Awellana rethought, gazing from the passenger seat to the side of the road, looking for herbs.

On the west side of the national highway is Lake Lacus, and on the eastern plain the fields stretch out to the front of the forest, where you can also see small settlements in the distance.

Farmers seem to [jump] just off the fence, and there are no shadows or opposite cars on the national highway.

There was a stream between the national highway and the field that was not certain whether it was a waterway or a natural creek.

Beyond the stream is the farm road. Spring vegetables grew blue in well-kept fields.

... If I picked herbs here, I'd be mistaken for a vegetable thief.

Awellana gave up her search for herbs near the field and turned her attention to the front of the windshield.

Car Radio is receiving a national broadcast of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

News announcers were telling of fires, thieves, and demonic damage. As for war, I will not touch it at all.

Even though it was not a party country, Awellana felt uncomfortable saying nothing while being caught between them.

... I don't think it matters...?

In fact, there is also an influx of refugees like ourselves. You can't say that none of the influences are there.

The thieves mentioned in the news may also be mixed with the work of the hungry evacuees.

On the dashboard, there is a Farkill tablet terminal.

The charger was exposed to light over the windshield and powered the terminal.

Awellana doesn't know how to use it, but in the past few days, I've found it to be a lot more convenient.

... You value magical civilization, but you also have machines like this. Strange.

Farkil said there are many pilgrims in Lacrimalis.

Even the unwieldy and powerless people are spiritually linked, in the faith of Fraxinus.

It would also be thanks to faith that the citizens of Maurnia were kind to the Awellanas and the clerks of Praethermissa.

The people of the lake with green hair, as the people of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, have a sect that especially cherishes "the light of the lake water".

The lightists of the lake water, although not heretical as doctrine, Awellana of the people of the lake, cannot follow and distance themselves from its electorate ideological beliefs.

Earlier in the civil war, it was the light of the lake that drove the people of the lake.

What would happen if we arrived safely, in the capital, Cravel, and if there were a majority of people incited by the light of the lake water and wishing to retaliate against Artel?

Captain Solniak, the four from the autonomous community of Listwar will cross the North Vieetfi Bridge to the island of Lanterna.

I don't mind that. No, Ning would like them to.

... I... if ordered, can I make medicines for soldiers...? Can you help with the war...?

The hope of crossing to the capital, Cravel, raised another concern.

The Lightist of the Lake Water maintains its faith even now that the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic is divided.

There is a political party that says "The Light Party of Lake Water" as it stands.

The Lake Water Daily, a newspaper for the general public derived from the party's institutional paper, has become the opinion leader on Nemoralis Island.

Medvege, who grips the handle of the truck, looked forward to the crossing of his nose.

However, we cooperated to survive and did not break our relationship, so we were no closer than necessary and did not touch each other.

Different races and beliefs have never disputed or hurt me, and I have ever been able to spend time as a "companion".

... Our relationship like this must be unusual.

Regardless of Awellana, who received the ritual of the [Swan Maiden] of the [Crossing Swan] school with healing hands, the girls of the powerless people have done nothing until now, even though their brother is beside them.

Neither did the needle Amiella of the Autonomous Communities look particularly like something had been done.

I don't want to think that the gangsters who bowl down on the banks of that canal are human beings, but my fellow mobile distributors (Praethermissa) are also hard to say that they are common humans.

The people of the lake and the people of the land.

Powerful people and powerless people.

Fraxinus and Kirkrus.

Nemoralis and Listwar Autonomous Communities and Lacrimalis.

Age, gender, magic or not, faith, birth, everything is different.

Even on a national basis, Awellana prayed to the goddess of the lake so that the day would come when she could do it like the overlooked mobile distributor (Praethermissa).