It's all one flower.

"One room at a time is available"

In the words of Auserrattle, who stood first in the hallway to guide him, Amana and Elantis cling to their respective brothers.

Manager Leno says sorry.

"Uh, because of this, my family is more thankful for the same room..."

Auserrattle stops and turns back to a line of moving distributors overlooked (Praethermissa). Relatives of the powerful don't seem particularly offended. Question returned in a calm voice.

"Are you to the left? Then I'll rearrange it that way. Who is it and who is in your family?

Leno, Pinatifida and Elantis, Cruello and Amana join hands and join together.

Medvege grabbed Morph's shoulder and held him, and he was morphed, but he remained.

Roark, Farkill, and Amiella, of course (of course), were extra because they were others in red, but they got thinner as soon as possible.

Why do you think I'm "scared" to be alone in this mansion more than when I slept alone in a decaying mountain hut than when I walked alone in the winter withered mountains?

"Oh, uh... we've all been together ever since, so suddenly one of us is a little... If you can, um, uh, I'd love to have the same room as Mr. Awellana... oh, of course (of course), if Mr. Awellana says he's a jerk, I wouldn't say he can't force it!

Amiella wandered off and curled up with a quick mouth.

Roark also hitchhikes and solicits.

"Oh, yes! Me! Me, too, uh, Farkill, I don't like being with you! Huh?"

Momentum demanded consent, and Farkill snorted (nodding) like a headshake doll over and over again.

"Where did the head of Tsukusa sleep yesterday?

When Medvege heard, Auserrattle looked suspicious. Morph also looks up at Medvege.

"I wonder if it's okay to divide only one person. Are you sick in one room with a cranberry clerk?

"No, this one is nothing...... Are you sure?

"Oh. Here, after they burned me out, I've been snuggling around, and I've been in the wilderness. If there's a roof and a wall, it's a stash."

Medvege answers with his chest stretched.

Auserrattle lowered his brow butt and leaked a small exhale.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you're going to have a hard time. I understand. That's what we'll do with the apartment."

A servant, who had refrained beside him, received the words of Auserrattle and, graciously, disappeared into the back of the hallway for a small run.

Auserrattle thought a little and smiled.

"You'll be tired, and please enjoy your tea and treats until your room is ready."

A line of Praethermissa was passed into a separate room from the dining room.

In a room surrounded by luxurious conditioning, Amiella felt dazzled. Medvege and Morph, too, look at the room with a glimpse around their necks.

"It's like a castle in a picture book..."

When Elantis squeals, Amana nods at it, too, and the two of us peek around at the decorative shelves.

Manager Leno stabbed two elementary school students with a nail.

"Tis, Amana. Don't touch anything around here on your own. If you break it, it's important."

"Yeah. Never, never touch"

The two nodded as they nailed their eyes to the brilliant groceries.

The maid pushed the wagon in.

The refreshing fragrance is the same vanilla tea I was given to drink at the tailor's shop manager's house.

The maid has an elegant hand, pouring herbal tea into a floral cup and brewing it. The last time I set aside a large plate with baked sweets, I left in a gracious manner.

Confectionery served on a large plate is in the form of flowers. Looks softer than the cookies the Lenos make.

"Having a snack before lunch is..."

That's all Pinatifida said and rinsed herbal tea.

Morph is not hesitant to cheek. I drank the first one down and looked around at everyone.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it"

"Sweet, this"

Medvege also strikes a tongue drum.

"I'll take one."

Manager Leno took one hand as he stood, changed the angle and took a sip.

Cruillo asks the manager.

"What do you say?

"Yeah. Delicious. Flour and almond powder, eggs, sugar and butter. Is there a little honey in there, too?

When manager Leno even said the ingredients, Morph raised his voice in surprise.

"Awesome! Just one bite and you don't know what it's made of, huh?

"What? Oh, yeah, well, it's a material I know a lot about.... but this is amazing technology."

The manager answered like it was nothing and took another bite.

"What's so awesome about it?

"Yeah. The egg bubbles are so fine and smooth, the dough is fluffy to bake, and you just put it in your mouth, it melts hollow and disappears, right?

"Whoa, whoa."

In Leno's description, Morph and Medvege saw the ready to eat baked confectionery at the same time.

Take one Amiella and one Roark.

"If we're going to do this by hand, we're going to have to practice, and we're going to need strength. You have to mix the powder to avoid crushing the bubbles..."

"Heh... is he such a jerk?"

Medvege said with admiration and let the next morph say and listen with a strange face.

"Hear that, boy? Now taste and eat. This guy is a professional, professional, delicious mon."

"Whoa... whoa"

Morph slowly bites and tastes, as Medvege told him.

Two girls got their hips down on the chair a little bit.

"Brother, can I have it too?

"Um, if I had a snack right now, lunch, 'cause I wouldn't be coming in. Tis, cut it in half."

Amana sparkled her eyes at Cruillo's reply. As I was told, I share one treat with my friends.

... Friends...?

Amiella smiled at the two, but at the same time, she remembered a good friend and a bitter thing crept up behind her chest.

When I was in elementary school, the friendly children disappeared after losing their lives due to demons and epidemics. Or, like Morph, he went to work to help his family and stopped coming to school.

I was a classmate until I went to middle school, about half the time.

The girls were almost (mostly) gone by the time they graduated from secondary school.

In addition to demons and illnesses, they sold them somewhere, and early daughter-in-law (s) to relatively well-earned people in Barack Street.

A child born in the Autonomous Region of Listwer, he could graduate from secondary school by less than a fifth combined.

After graduation, each one is chased to his or her daily life, and even if he or she lives in a neighborhood, he or she rarely loses face to face.

How many would have survived that day from the great fire that burned Barack Street down?

Amiella was lucky.

When I was young, my grandmother protected me, and when I was a child, my father's income was there. There were times when I used the crawler as an addition to my household's income, but I didn't have to work all day.

After graduation, I started helping out at a store I knew my grandmother. Until the day of the disaster, I was sent to work as an official clerk.

... I guess these kids could have graduated normally if nothing had happened.

How many of these kids' classmates survived the air raid? I can't check with anyone.

Amiella rubbed a sip of vanilla tea and drove her dark thoughts out of her head. Think about how to spend the next two months.

First, fix the torn futon, then...?

Inside the ingredients, the grass worker. When it's gone, shall I reformat my clothes and add more products? There were two clothes of a size that no one could wear in the exchange I received.

But I don't think I can keep doing that for two months.

In that condition, I couldn't go to the square to sell what I had made.