It's all one flower.

Even now, in the middle of May, a line of overlooked mobile distributors (Praethermissa) stayed at the residence of Ratuni, head of the commercial union in the city of Dossici.

Today, we are gathered in the sunroom.

Amiella was taught at school that the Kingdom of Lacrimalis had become almost a magical civilized country, but changed its perception.

The May sky is clear, and the light poured over the glass is gentle.

In a sunny place, panels connected as smooth as mirrors. The panels are supported by metal struts and fixed at the angle at which the sunlight is most susceptible to exposure.

Employee Cruillo told me it was a "solar panel". Says it's a machine that turns sunlight into electricity.

Furkill has a small one for charging the tablet terminal, but what we have here is five doors in size.

From the solar panel the cord was stretched and connected to a box of metal.

"Isn't this a storage battery made by the Empire of Japan?"

Employee Cruillo looks at the box with a sparkling eye. Sounds like some awesome machine, but I didn't know what was awesome about Amiela.

The head of the commercial union grins in full, telling the employees.

"Yep. More places have become two-wheeled these days."

A decade or so ago, radio communication facilities were set up throughout the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, and more tourists toured on pilgrimages.

Previously, it was about the Wang capital Lacrimaris and the city of Grom with direct routes, but the last few years, he says, are also seeing more tourists in this countryside with legs up.

Union president Latuni says in a slightly proud seeping voice.

"I picked it up last year from Amitostigma to charge the comms from afar."

"Heh..."

"So far, in this city, we only have about a home and a big inn."

"It's a pleasure to have people come to such a country after the antenna has been set up"

The union president's nephew, Auserrattle, concludes the story.

The end of the battery was connected to an old record regenerator.

They used to use hand-turned generators. This would help because you don't have to do anything on a nice day, the union leader laughs.

Everyone is sitting on the couch, but only Cruello and Farkill, stood.

Employees are beside regenerators and power panels to play records and Farkill to record while charging.

Amiella was surprised to hear that the thin plate-shaped machine that Farkill had was capable of recording and playing as well as reading the news.

A machine that has no idea how it works feels very much the same as magic.

Cruillo signaled Farkill and dropped a needle on the record. Farkill strokes the surface of the plate.

I was told that the recording of the board was sensitive and would pick up the surrounding noises, and everyone killed their breath and listened to the record.

"Find this big sky" that I always listen to flows into the sunroom.

Latuni and Auserrator sink themselves into the couch and listen, but everyone in Praether Missa sat shallow, riding themselves out and listening.

Whenever the performances are separated, the furkill strokes the board and manipulates something.

The A-side ended and everyone exhaled ho.

If you record the sound of the record on that board, you don't have to start the generator to listen to the performance if it's a beautiful day.

When Farkill did something, the performance just heard came from the board.

"Wow... that"

Leno Store Manager squeaks. Farkill snorted and fingered the board, stopping the performance.

"It's okay."

"Okay, next, B-side."

Cruillo flips the record and signals Farkill. Watching the boy snort, the employee operated the regenerator.

The spell [gentle rainfall] is followed by "one flower all one".

Everyone didn't wander around and gave themselves up to the noiseless, clear sound of the generator.

Relax in the sunroom where the early summer sun falls.

The record circled and the regenerator needle went up.

Farkill runs his fingers on the board and tells Cruillo.

"Recording, done"

Power fell out of my shoulder like the curse was broken.

Everyone in Praethermissa stands up and aligns on both sides of the regenerator. Men's voices lined up to the right, women's voices to the left, and voices in high and low order.

Only Farkill doesn't move beside the power generation panel.

All right, let's go.

Cruillo returns the record to the A-side.

Amiella was nervous and her heartbeat rang. Clear your ears in the prelude and breathe heavily in. Everyone's voice in Praethermissa sounded as one.

There's a light coming from the other side over you pouring down.

The power of life overflowing in the rings of a day that shines all over life.

I recognized the Ethereal Dome and looked into the sky with these eyes and predicted...

First, "Find This Big Sky" original lyrics. Much more comfortable in my ears than when I sang under an almond tree last month.

Probably because there is no generator driving sound and voices echo indoors. Simultaneous, but thanks to the high and low order of the voices, each singing harmoniously like a chord.

As soon as the performance was over and Farkill stopped recording, Latuni and Auserrattle stood up and applauded.

"Excellent"

"It was worth it."

Even though I'm not a real singer, it kind of tickles me to be complimented on the song, but I didn't feel bad.

Cruillo stops the record and puts the needle back.

The two sat back on the couch and waited for their next performance.

The prelude plays and now sings a bakery commercial song.

I'll bring you some freshly baked bread.

Plump and plump bread makes a smile

Big truck happily loaded and we all go from city to city today......

With the bakery sisters at the centre, Amana and Amiela also helped with the lyrics.

Latuni listens with her eyes narrowed and Auserrattle smiles.

Waiting for the signal to end the recording, the two applauded all the cracks.

"Cheng Cheng, good things."

"You sell a lot, don't you?

"Well, it's a visitor."

Manager Leno said with an ambiguous grin.

Finally, hang the "National Health Gymnastics" record.

Except for Cruello and Farkill, he lowered his hips again, killing his breath to wait for the recording to finish.

"Hmm. I had a meaningful time today. They say the work is off, but to that song, they want to pay for it."

"No, no. We're amateurs..."

With the humility of manager Leno, the union president shook his head sideways.

"You have to pay the right price for a job that is truly valuable."

Unexpectedly, three blankets and two [magic crystals] were available, and a line received in awe.

... I have accompaniment without a loud generator, and I can save fuel, and we're getting help.

Amiella drowned her head deeply over the generosity of the union leaders.

Work was off today, and after tea time, each was free to spend.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana dived into bed, saying she was charging (ah) for rest. Seems pretty tired to keep using magic day after day.

Amiella sat down in the chair on the mirror table, arranging three notebooks of her grandmother.

The notebooks in (i) and (ii) are only (iii) white with a brown cover. They all fade, but only one book has a different color.

My palms were moist and damp with sweat.

In an attempt to wipe (plush) his palms with the knees of his trousers, he opened the notebook of (iii) thoughtfully. I tried to turn it apart, but all it says is the first few pages, and then it's blank.

I clapped it out and looked at the first page.

Amiella stares at the notebook as time stops. I ran my eyes over and over on the letters written there.