It's all one flower.

Medvege enters the field with nothing and parks the truck near the entrance. The boy soldier Morph stepped off the carrier and looked around.

It's like a place abandoned due to some circumstance, although it cut through the groves with the intention of building something. Still, once in a while man's hand could be obtained, and the corners were loaded with harvested branches.

... That's all, how many days' worth of firewood would that be?

In the mountains of renounced branches, the spreading grass was stretched up and the leaves were lush with blue.

Morphs, Barack Street residents of Listver Autonomous Region, in winter, go to the sheeney green space and the hemline of the Kublum Mountains to pick up firewood.

In the green space, we go to pick up the thick dead grass of stems such as Seitaka Awadachi sows, but because they are close and safe, they are highly competitive and are quickly removed.

The hemline of the Kublum Mountains also quickly disappears from falling branches close to the city. By the time the cold got harsher, I had to go into the mountains with my life at stake.

Morph was stopped by his mother and has never even been to the hemline. Every year, my mother said, "Morph, say hello to your sister," and went to the mountains with the neighbors.

In the mountains, there are miscellaneous demons, even during the day. There are also many demons.

When I was little, I stuck with my legless sister for fear that my mother wouldn't come home. My sister seemed sorry, stroking the head of a young morph.

Will you freeze to death in the city or be eaten by demons in the mountains?

By the time the cold looses, many of the infants, the elderly and the sick will be gone.

Older people, in their late forties or so, are mostly screwed up.

... Mother.

So did my mother. Early thirties, but I was old enough not to be so different from my grandmother in her sixties.

Captain Solgnac and Medvege are among the categories in Barack City that can live well for a fraction of what they want. He was much younger than Morph's mother and neighbors.

The majority of children born in the Autonomous Communities die at an early age because of bad water. Even if we were lucky enough to grow up, few could live until after thirty.

All the older people were born and raised elsewhere before the Civil War.

... Is it because the captains don't look younger than their mother?

Associations from the firewood mountains revive one miserable day after another in the Ristover Autonomous Region. Boy soldier Morph got heavy with his chest clogged.

My brothers and sisters at the bakery and the wizard employees will do it all, so there's nothing I can do to help with the meal preparation. Dropping his gaze, beneath his feet were edible weeds and medicinal herbs that became wounds.

"I'll pick herbs and stuff. I'll be the last. Call me when it burns."

I got off the carrier with two plastic bags in my hand.

Manager Leno said, as a matter of course, "Thank you. Be careful," he calls out. In the factory in the Autonomous Region, there were no trials where they said that.

... Why? I burned your city, didn't I?

I can't put that question to my mouth, and I'm sure I'll pull my lips together.

The boy soldier Morph left the truck and walked with his big crotch to the back of the square. Pick the herbs in front of the forest and the edible weeds in separate bags.

"Boy, what are you doing?

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Medvege came running over. Pick the herb under your feet as you say, and put it in the bag Morph brought it to you.

"That's not that way! Over here! If you'll excuse me, go away!

Grab the herb stuck in the bag and push it into the bag for the weed.

Raising his face, Medvege's astonished eyes and gaze hit him. The usual unwinding condition is no fine dust.

Boy soldier Morph picked up the bag he had placed on the grass, not knowing why he had said this, even himself. I can't wait to split it between the trees.

"Oh, hey! If you go alone like that, you're in danger."

"Ugh! Follow me!

He yells back without turning around and goes deeper and deeper.

Wordless thoughts swirled behind my chest, driven by the urge to rush out. Sewing between the servant and the tree, proceed to the back. I became more irritated by the way I was held back from going.

The sound of stepping on the grass comes after me.

"Follow me..."

"Mr. Morph, you can't go into the woods alone."

The boy soldier Morph's shoulder was grabbed by an employee who wrapped a magical cloak from the top of a snail. Medvege grates in front of the woods.

"There's no such thing as a ghost."

"Ahhh...!

Shake off that hand forcefully, throw out a bag of herbs and weeds, and escape the wizard's employees with one.

... what the fuck, what the fuck!

Still, the employees came after us.

"There are snakes in the woods and other dangerous creatures and mischievous demons, so let's go back. Become"

……

Boy soldier Morph couldn't answer. A glimpse into the view that spreads in front of you.

"I burned the fish."

……

Morph was speechless. Raise the arm grabbed by employee Cruello and point forward. Cruillo finally turned his face ahead of him and was stunned.

There are high walls. The gate was opened, and behind it was a rough garden. The hair of the person in the queue is green. The wind rises and whispers at the same time as the periphery. I noticed this one over there too.

... What about the woods? It was the woods until just now, where did the woods go?

Looking around, the two were surrounded by grass, and the trees and the servants had disappeared.