It's all one flower.

The work was off, but Leno and the others somehow gathered in the working room of the Sprinkler.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana and needle Amiela are resting in the assigned room.

In Awellana's story, the students say they are really good. I just taught him a little bit, and he said that wound pills and other simple magic pills could soon be made on their own.

As a practice, I entrusted them with wound meds, and Awellana made other meds out of it.

I was told this was going to be over by the end of the month, and Leno felt somewhat complicated.

I've had my servant take me to the woods a few times and I have plenty of material. That's not all. Then he also picked herbs that would become wound medicine and tea, grass that could be eaten, and had Cruillo drain the water with his surgery. Keep it dry and it will be sunny.

Leno was repeating and remembering the days he spent in the ruins and burns of the broadcaster so that he wouldn't get used to the peaceful life here.

The night I gathered rubble and burnt tongue plates to ward off the wind, the twisted day I had a slight split of firm bread, the night I was frightened by the miscellaneous demons, the guilt of thieving a fire place and outwitting the hunger. It all continues on the northern side of the Kublum Mountains.

We cannot afford to forget the tragedy of the Republic of Nemoralis for a moment in order to return to our homeland, which was mourned by air raids, by doing something to construct the fare.

On the work desk, the driver Medvege teaches Juvenile Soldier Morph arithmetic. I was borrowing a textbook from Tis and working on a computational practice issue behind a misprint.

In the corner of the room, Roark is learning martial arts from Captain Solniak. I guess I've always cared about one thing on the canal.

Leno and Cruillo were knitting the crawling grass at another work desk.

Not for sale. Stuff your eyes tightly and make them look like mugs. Along the way, I make depth while putting it on my desk to make sure it is properly independent.

Arrange the finished plant pots in a shallow crate I got in the kitchen.

I was wondering if keeping the seeds from the vegetables and fruits I ate here and planting them in my parents' gardens, parks and in the burning of street trees would help to rebuild and rebuild my life a little bit.

For the time being, grow in this vegetable pot made of cranberries.

It takes years for fruit trees to bear fruit. It's not too early to prepare it now.

Seeds had already been stored in many varieties, including those picked up in the woods. Eating, washing, drying and storing by type in envelopes made of copy paper with care not to chew them up.

... while you're at the store, let it out and hit the day, pull it into the carrier at night and on the move...

If anyone wants seedlings, they move their hands thinking about selling them, etc.

Pina, Tis, Amana's three women and Farkill were looking at each other by the sunny window.

I talk to her in a whisper, and sometimes, Pina writes something in her notebook. Farkill operated the tablet terminal and waited for the girls to react.

He seems to be playing music, but the sound is too small to know what song it is. "Don't tell your brothers yet," he chased me away.

Fitted with the girls, Farkill thought it would be sarcastic and annoying, but apparently he, too, is actively involved. Nodding and whispering, I'm suggesting something.

Nobody goes outside, even though it's a corner break.

... Well, I was outside, and I don't have anything to do.

Plant pots made by Leno and Cruello by dinner were tightly packed in crates.

The soil will be picked the next time we go to the woods.

We talked about the events of the day as usual while eating.

The three girls and Farkill say they still keep it to themselves here and don't tell them what they were doing all day. Medvege laughed bitterly and teared it up, but still just laughed back and didn't answer.

"We were making pots."

When Cruillo said, everyone leaned their necks. Real plant pots are mostly baked goods.

"I knitted small seedlings out of the grass."

"Oh, well, I've made it at home, too."

Amiella said, exploring the pockets of her trousers. I gather my gaze as to what I will put out.

"Ah..."

Amiella screamed small and turned down.

Everyone clouds their expressions about something. Amiella, who noticed her gaze, raised her squeaky face.

"I gave the tailor's manager an apple... seed, but the roots were stretched and it was dead..."

"You mistook it for spring because you had it in your pocket."

Medvege laughs bitterly.

Juvenile soldier Morph smacked the driver with his elbow.

"Hey, don't worry about it. You just have to collect the seeds again."

"... right"

When Amiella had a dripping grin, the topic was over.

"With that said, Mr. Awellana, he said he seemed to be able to make it all by the end of the month..."

"Originally, we promised to make them all by mid-May, so we'll be out of here when we're done"

Leno answers Cruillo's question. Both in the first contract and in the additional contract, he was present as manager of the mobile distributor Praether Missa.

"The deadline is at most mid-June. I was supposed to leave the next day when I had all the medication, didn't I tell you?

"Uh... with that said, I think I heard"

Other faces nod small.

If we can set off in the early summer, the journey will progress.

If it's stormy season, ships are prone to miss sailing. If I could go, I wanted to cross to Nemoralis Island as soon as possible.

It would be harsh on the four Kirkurs to be stopped in the Funalis Islands, where there is a Fraxinus sanctuary.

... No, maybe we'll break up at the Vietofi Bridge.

Leno saw Captain Solgnac. I can't see any expression on my face savoring tea after a meal. Somehow, it was hard to hear in front of Auserrattle.

... Let's do it tomorrow.

Later, I flushed it on a topic I didn't love.

Even the next day, as shared here for some time, Awellana made the medicine while teaching the students, Roark helped with it, Leno and his brothers and sisters helped with the kitchen, and the others were divided into spreading craftsmen.

"Leno, why don't you just live here?

Face to face, the chef said. He heard about yesterday from the waiter. I'm happy with your feelings, but I can't talk to you. With all due respect, Leno had to shake his neck to the side.

"We're powerless people, so we can't be naturalized by Lacrimalis."

"Oh... did that happen..."

The chef regretted it, but I can't do anything about all this. The servants in the kitchen sighed (sighs) small and lowered their brows.

The Lacrimalis government does not reject the influx of refugees Nemoralis, but basically does not allow them to stay. A naturalization application can only be made if the person is a powerful citizen and there are relatives and other Lacrimaris identity underwriters, but no one in the line of the mobile retailer overlooked (Praether Missa) meets the conditions.

Farkill was originally a people of this country. My parents have been unfortunate, but the city of Grom has a home to go back to. There will also be relatives.

The kitchen here incorporates magical [furnaces] in baking kilns, ovens, etc., and all the other amenities Leno is familiar with. Dishwashing is done by [manicured water], so Leno and his brothers and sisters don't have a curtain to go out.

When I worked visibly, such as serving lunch bread and cooking underneath, my time quickly passed.

The meal was ready and I was about to leave the kitchen and was stopped by an elderly woman.

"You guys grow seedlings?

"... Yes?

"This is to add."

That's what I say, I give you a small paper bag.

When Leno and his siblings were confused, the woman grinned.

"Vegetable seeds. From now on, you can eat it in the fall."

"Thank you"

The three said well and left the kitchen behind.