It's all one flower.

The wound meds were told that the only thing they could do to help was lid them in the pot, and the Cruillos joined the cranberry squad.

In the morning, extra branch leaves were removed from the marshmallows, and in the afternoon, the marshmallows were made while being taught by Captain Solniak.

It seemed easy, but when I tried, it was hard.

Even the pot laying that Medvege told me was the easiest was crooked.

Leno and his bakery brothers and sisters are trying to improve their cooking skills while helping out with the kitchen.

Snack cookies and pound cakes were so delicious that they were not comparable to those made in the truck.

As good as the confectionery we sold at Tsubaki's in Zerneau City, no, it's more than that.

... Well, when I get back to business, it's not a proper kitchen, so I guess it'll be hard to do it again.

It's not a wack to keep moving sales forever.

If you cross to Nemoralis Island, you don't even have a place to live if you can't get them to live and hire you at some store.

I wanted to make sure I had as much experience as possible making it in a decent kitchen to keep Leno's arms from rusting.

The work room of the cranberry squad is knocked.

... are you here?

Cruillo takes his seat and responds. She's a completely familiar woman.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Took me a long time to ask around for hope."

"No. Welcome. Rewards, I got paid in advance..."

"It's okay. Those kids work a lot, so I'm sorry I turned them down. On the contrary, I'd like to thank you."

The woman laughed and handed Cruillo a bunch of paper, a pen and ink. At the top is a list of what you need and how many you need.

"I'm not in a hurry, and if I miss writing, you can write it in the back."

The woman put that aside and went back to her job.

The list contains the desired number of lyrics for "Find This Great Sky".

In the days of the Lacus Lacrimaris Republic, it was a song that was the BGM of the weather forecast for the national broadcast. There are also a few hopefuls for a change of song made for the business of bread.

The other day, a servant who heard Praetermissa's face-to-face song asked me to tell him, and Cruillo offered the terms of exchange. Leno and I want three people in the bakery department to practice cooking in the kitchen.

A servant spoke to the chief chef, who took on the guidance with pleasure.

Then, Cruello told Reno, "He said he'd let me practice cooking in the kitchen". Since the three Tsubakiyas need to be concerned, the instruction fee is stopped for the servants and all members of the cranberry squad.

Cruillo began his work writing lyrics that he had completely remembered.

Thirty-four sheets altogether, my hand hurts when I write heartlessly. I managed to get it done before dinner.

Pass to the lady who came to call. Check the numbers, she grinned and nodded.

Cruillo was horrified, and his shoulder stiffness blew away.

Now, until we get out of here, Leno and the others can brush the arms of the bakery, which is the main business.

Leno says the bread for dinner was baked.

As a matter of course, the shape was more beautiful and flavorful than made in time with [furnace] and frying pan, and it was a plump, fluffy bake.

Medvege and Juvenile Soldier Morph admire it and everyone else praises it orally.

Leno and his men humble themselves in the light, but even praised by Auserrattle, who was accustomed to gastronomy, they were completely frightened. It may be a social dictionary, but I wouldn't feel bad about it.

"Leno store manager Tsubakiya is a reputable store that is cheap and delicious in Zerno."

When Roark says, Leno humbles himself, "Again, that's it".

Rourke, a celebrity neighbor, said unexpectedly.

"You really don't know? My friends in Scalar and Jerizo and Gryage told me it was delicious, and I went shopping."

"What, really? Thanks for taking the time."

"In fact, it was delicious, and someone I know in the Miech area said that sometimes I would go buy it because it was delicious."

The bakery brothers round their eyes and face each other. Apparently, I really didn't know the reputation of the store.

Cruillo asked in dismay.

"Leno, what did you think of your shop?

"What? What, it's normal. Neighbors and commuters just bought it passing by..."

Sure, the store was along the national highway, but as Roark put it, that wasn't all.

The Tsubaki Shop is gone.

Medvege and Juvenile Soldier Morph sink dark. Captain Solgnac kept his expression motionless for a long time and watched him quietly take over.

After meals, each is divided into assigned bedrooms.

I was alone with Cruillo, and when I got into bed, Amana said.

"Brother, Tis's shop, how can I get it back on track?

"I don't know... well, you should have lots of money"

The land needs ravens, materials and carpenters' wages to rebuild the shop. Both will soar for the time being as demand surges in reconstruction.

Before that, we cannot go back to not lifting government restrictions on access.

"Yeah. Well, but everything, after the war."

"War...... how do I end it?

Asked by his elementary school sister, employee Cruillo was cramped with answers.

In the first place, I do not understand why the Artel Republic will continue to fight until it declares war for such reasons now and withdraws from the United Nations.

Radio in the Nemoralis Republic reported that, day after day, they intercepted all Artel Lanista coalition fighters with demonic asthma cannons and prevented air strikes.

Artel's power prevents him from breaking through Nemoralis' air defenses and drains his power on the disciples (mischief). Mainland Artel is like being protected by a lake blockade in the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

I haven't had time to listen to the radio since I got here.

If the war is over or the war situation has changed dramatically, Auserratl or a servant will tell you.

... No, I wonder what happened to the fact that he said that the demon asthma cannon was a magic creature.

"Hey, brother, how do you end a war?

"Hmm? Um, yeah, well, war is like a fight between countries, so I hope we can make up."

"How can we make up?

No one else laughs bitterly at difficult questions.

"Hmmm...... right. I hope the great people of both countries can have a discussion and make up."

"Hmm. Like it was in a history textbook, should I meet with the great people in your neighborhood's country?

Cruillo was impressed. Amana seems to have been a much more studious than her brother thinks.

But things don't go that easy.

"Yeah. You know me well. Yeah, but first of all, it doesn't sound like we're in a position to discuss it."

"Why?"

"People in both countries are out of bees, and it doesn't feel like we can discuss it or anything."

Amana shut up with her eyes looking somewhere far away at the explanation. Freed from questioning attacks, Cruillo sneaks a sigh of sigh.

When I finally called, Amana said it was pompous.

"Now you have to do what you can."

"Right."

Cruillo replied half asleep.

"I, starting tomorrow, will write full lyrics"

"... right"

"I miss the people here and the people in the previous city, and they exchanged a lot of them, and I write a lot about them now."

"Right. Don't be too sorry. Let's get some sleep."

As Cruillo hugged her, Amana nodded small and immediately began to take a nap.