It's all one flower.

Amiella was trembling in front of the attendant's room door.

The small rooms are filled only with children. In order to buy some time, the door knob was tied with cranberry (Tsukusa) and the other was bolted to the bracket on the carrier to secure it.

Until then if it's cut with a blade, but it would be better than nothing.

Tell the children to block the front of the door with a futon and a bag.

The boys were barricading the long desk to prevent the city's inhabitants.

Morph and Roark are in front, a little back, and Farkill is holding the other desk down.

Behind the furkill, he had placed boxes of water and luggage to slow down any intrusion into the back.

... Mr. Awellana, hurry up... come back soon...!

Wait for the pharmacist (dull) of the people of the lake to return in prayer.

I just prayed to Saint Kirkulus, and it doesn't help anything.

Right now, the only person who can crack this situation is the wizard pharmacist Awellana.

... a powerless saint... that's right. Because he's been dead a long time, and he's not a wizard or anything.

If you're a wizard, you can leave magic in [the sorcerer's tears].

As a child, Amiela had heard that [tears] had magical tools that sealed her soul.

The Church of Kirkulus in the Ristover Autonomous Region was taught that "it is a wicked cause (purposeful) that is out of the circle of reason".

... but right now, it's the power to say that that helps people who are living and in need. Even the people in this city are having trouble without medicine, so...

"Go home. You're following me!

Morph's rambling story drives the man with his hand on the carrier away.

The square was crowded and the truck was running around at a rate that people would run.

By some magic, the doors of the carrier are opened, and a group of people can be seen chasing them to the truck. I don't even know how many there are. It's all people looking for magic drugs that Awellana makes.

... Lacrimaris is a magical country, how come you don't have any medication? How come you don't make your own magic when you can all use it?

Earlier, someone in the driver's seat was yelling, "There are ingredients".

Awellana had a customer bring her medicine for lack of ingredients.

Amiella lacks the knowledge of witchcraft, and I don't know why, in this city, there are materials but there are no medicines.

To Morph's fury, and to the persuasion of the other two, the city's inhabitants do not lend ears.

One man chased him to the truck and climbed onto the carrier. Grab Morph's chest and yell back.

"Boy, get the pharmacist out now!

"You're not home now. You're with me!

When Morph grabbed the man's wrist and shouted, Roark and Farkill also joined him.

"It's business too, so you won't have to hide it!

"He's not really here!

A man clinging to the door circles into the carrier.

"You're right behind that door!

"I'm not here!

Amiella screamed unexpectedly.

Why are you so speechless when you speak in the same language?

... even though there's nothing there. How can you not understand?

Was this such a difficult story?

Is the medic here or not? There are only two answers.

Amiella and the others have repeatedly said, "I'm not here right now. I went to the union president," explains the fact.

Why don't you understand?

Why decide it's a lie?

A group of unspoken people appeared to Amiela the same as a group of miscellaneous demons.

"Get off, old man!

Morph waved the man's hand forcefully. The man falls backwards and hits a group of people who were coming about a small run. Some screamed.

Roark sees Morph with a strong face.

"You guys are persistent! If you think I'm lying, go to the union leader!

Morph doesn't mind the people he bumps into and falls off, yelling at the group of people who still follow him.

A man at the door jumped onto the carrier.

"But about stock, you have it, don't you?

"No!

"I don't have enough ingredients, I don't have them!

Roark holds the shoulder of a man riding himself out onto the long desk and Farkill shakes his neck to the side.

"Mr. Awellana, come back soon!

Amiella screamed unexpectedly.

Suddenly, the truck hung the brake.

There was no great speed, but the body wobbled and the man standing at the end of the carrier was about to fall. Roark further suppressed that shoulder and managed to avoid falling.

The people who were running right behind the truck hit the carrier. I climbed on its back and the followers crawled up onto the carrier.

"Hey......! You guys, wait, wait, wait!

Morph kicks that hand, but someone else grabs my leg and I can't move.

Roark turns with a blue face.

"Mr. Medvege, heh!

Amiella knocked on the attendant's door.

"Mr. Medvege, Mr. Medvege!

I just scream my name like a scream and I don't know what to ask for.

Behind Amiela, the crowd of people overcame the light long desk and approached the water box.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!

"Yes! Get down, get down!

The loud noise of the siren and the noise of wild suppression turned simultaneously as the crowd snowed into the carrier.

"It's the Dossici City Police!

"Get off the carrier!

Many voices and the sharp sound of the siren make the crowd return to me.

... the city police... the police...?

I feel like I'm losing my strength from my knees to the relief that I've been helped.

Dragged down by the police force, the men line up their excuses mouth-to-mouth, as a whisper of resistance.

Morph and Roark were also unloaded together, and only Farkill had fallen on this side of the water box.

"Ah......! Are you all right?

As Amiela rushed over, Farkill woke himself up and looked around.

There are men in black uniforms mixed in the crowd. That must be the cop here. That's all I see, see if Farkill's hurt.

"Well, these two are our employees."

To the voice of manager Leno, Amiela and Farkill raised their faces as if they had been played. Find out where you are.

He came up to the carrier before the two of them found Leno's manager. Morph and Roark follow him too.

Manager Leno got over the long desk with the two later, and when he woke up from this side, he turned to the crowd.

"Good morning! I'm the manager of the overlooked mobile dealership."

People pay attention to the young store manager's introduction.

"In discussions with the head of the commercial union, for two months, in this city of Dossici, we are going to be doing business!

"Two months...?

Confused voices leaked from the crowd as well as Morph and Roark.

Amiella doesn't know if it's long or short.

Store Manager Leno raised his voice to the explanation, regardless of the confusion and "two months" whining that rippled and passed on to the square.

"Our pharmacist (dull) is now making medicine at the home of the union chief. If you need medication, order it through a commercial union!

From among people, voices of doubt and anger rise.

"Are you willing to sell exclusively by the union president?

"How long do I have to order and wait?

"I guess we're not just gonna run away like this, are we?

"I'm just willing to make money by singling out the pharmacist!

"You're really selling me?

Manager Leno replied with a calm voice to the abominably vomited and discarded words.

"This is what happened when we tried to sell it directly, so we wouldn't have a choice."

With that voice, the people in front of them turned their bumpy faces to the ground.

"The union president anticipated it and suggested it."

In Leno's description, the first man to throw up his doubts about the union's president calls for more.

"Harrah trying to devour a rampant profit?

"You said you'd sell it cheaper than the city of Pravik next door. We also exchanged contracts."

In the reply of manager Leno, the mixed air of relief and anxiety spreads.

The cops whistle and urge the crowd to disperse.

"Come on, scattered!

"If you want medicine, go to the office of a commercial union!