It's all one flower.

The Juvenile Soldier Morph leaves Leaf 27615; (munching) to the Juvenile Rourke of the Seljevrou District people, knitting a cage (basket) at the end.

I thought if I ever did, I wouldn't have to think about anything extra, but I didn't. Earlier anxieties follow.

... When I was in the Autonomous Community, it wasn't like this.

Back then, I wasn't even aware of the existence of what I would call "hope", full of energy to survive the days.

Morph doesn't even go to elementary school to earn food support.

From morning to evening, as the factory's downwork and usage run, it was shortly after breath used, yelled at and beaten.

Morph's life has changed since he abandoned his job, abandoned his family, and joined the Star Way Prostitute Army.

More different now.

No one yells at me, no beatings, I can choose the job I need for myself.

If you try to do a murky trick, the captain or Medvege can stop you, but other than that, Morph can let you do what he chooses to do.

Above all, the difference is to be in a foreign country, with the Fraxinus, wizards, and the people of the lake.

Everything in the world outside the Autonomous Community was fresh and exciting for Juvenile Soldier Morph.

I didn't know there was such a beautiful city next to Listwar Autonomous Community.

I've never seen fish in action before, and I didn't know that roasted fish tasted so good.

I didn't even know my favorite weather forecast BGM had such a song.

I don't know how far it lasts, I've never even seen anything say "forest" with trees growing.

I didn't know there was a laboratory in the woods where no one was like that, or that the grass on the side of the road was a pill and it would sell.

I can't believe there's so much grass left to eat, on the side of the road.

... This country is full of wizards, so you must be eating a good mon.

The boy soldier Morph looked up as he moved his hand and saw Farkill.

It is a powerless people born into the kingdom of Lacrimalis who adopt a policy of magical civilization bias.

He is now writing the lyrics to the weather forecast song "Find This Big Sky".

Foreigners, but because it was originally one country, the letters used and the words spoken were the same.

Boy soldier Morph doesn't know where the city of Grom says he has his house. I just figured it out somehow to say that it seems very far away.

I go to see someone I know in Nemoralis and get caught in an air raid and say I lost my parents. Even after the division of the country, Nemoralis and Lacrimalis have national traffic, but it is a tragedy of the late (hence).

What will happen to Farkill in the future when he can return to his home in the city of Grom?

... Me, why are you worried about the others?

All we have here are those who have lost everything and have been overlooked by the country.

Race, nationality, gender, age, occupation, wealth, faith, magic or not...... everything is different.

There is only one thing in common: "the overlooked (Praethermissa)".

Among other things, Farkill just has a home to go home to, which is still better.

Every day when Juvenile Soldier Morph was in the Autonomous Community, he wasn't sure he could live until tomorrow, or even that.

I could starve to death.

I might get caught up in a fire or a case.

He could be beaten to death at his employer.

Even if he could live to night, he might be eaten by demons while he sleeps.

I just have to drink contaminated well water and get sick and can't live long.

Still, back then, I never worried about tomorrow.

... I can't help but think about the way ahead, so you said it wasn't working.

Juvenile soldier Morph realized that he had been at the bottom of no hope.

I was full of just living that day.

Now, no.

I can eat much better than when I was in the Autonomous Region, wear good clothes, stay in a good place, and sleep in a soft, warm blanket.

You do a job you don't even want to do, you yell irrationally, you don't get beat up.

Captain Solgnac, Medvege and the wizards are protecting me without ever having to get up.

In this land without air raids, if we do not even encounter demons, we will surely be able to welcome tomorrow morning safely.

I can live my days much more comfortably and safely than when I was in the Autonomous Community.

... but why... am I so worried about the other guy?

The hands are gradually knitting the spreading grass (Tsukusa) and shaping the cage (basket), but the thoughts circle around the same place.

I looked next door, but the captain was knitting while thinking about something, wrapping around the difficult (hard) talking air.

"Leaves, I got them all."

Accidentally called out, the boy soldier Morph turned his face to the Lord of Voices.

It's Sergebrough District Roark. At some point, all the crawling grass collected in the garbage bags had been shed with extra leaves.

"Um, so... me... I don't know how to make it, so I want you to tell me how to do it, can't you?

She said she seemed sorry for some reason.

... dumb and say... teach? Me? To this brother?

Whatever you think, Roark is older than Juvenile Soldier Morph.

Besides, even if someone has ever taught me anything before, I never have. In the first place, for Morph, the world is full of things he doesn't know.

Morph is in trouble and sees Captain Solgnac. Now he noticed.

"If it's how to make a cage, you'll know it well. Tell him the steps and tricks."

There was a gentle grin on the captain's face when he tried to raise the cage.

View Roark.

An eye I expected in the words of the captain awaited a reply from the boy soldier Morph.

Again, I saw the captain. My eyes meet, and I snort forcefully. There was a wrinkle on his eyeball and a bitter smile on his face.

"Uh... at all, you've never done it?

I turned back to Roark and asked.

"Yeah. I learned how to keep books at school, but I don't know how to make fine workmanship..."

"Well... well... not at all... well, erm..."

Morph didn't know what it was.

When I finally say it, I don't know where to start when someone who knows absolutely nothing tells me to "explain it from Ichi".

I always worked somewhat.

Also see the captain.

Captain Solniak advised without stopping his hand in knitting the cage.

"When I explain to people what I've been doing somehow, it's also a study for me. First, why don't you let me make a simple monkey? Right... Explain it to him from the number of spreads you use"

"Ha, yes!

Showing the way to explain, Juvenile Soldier Morph strained out and faced Roark.