It's all one flower.

After all, I didn't eat bread last night.

After one night, there's still pork left, everyone's food is thin. I just had vanilla tea and a slice of sliced bread.

Leno put his thoughts around the rest of the food.

How do we get back to the island of Nenia? How long will you spend here? I have no idea, I can walk away.

... I don't even have to make a sale, do I bake bread, maybe once every two days?

In this season, there are many varieties of wild grass that can be eaten. Whatever the type, I want quantity. I wanted to pick a lot, get Cruello to drain the water, and save it.

I don't know how long I'll be here or how long I'll be traveling, nor did I know the amount of preserved food to prepare.

Food here also seems scarce, and the spelldoctor Septentorio and the funeral parlor Agoni say they have been eating the grass in the garden and the prey that Agoni has captured in the forests of the island of Negna for some time now.

"In fact, it's the Orioles, the Magic Warriors who win"

"Really?

"I ate with the group yesterday, so they caught me full and went to the army stationed in the city of Zakart to hem me."

"What?"

Agoni's story was surprising.

... guerrillas hemmed into regular armies?

"The sentry is a [enemy] technique, because you can see what the guerrillas are doing. I don't know about the country's greats, but the people at the scene pretend not to see them."

"Aren't you going to get in the way of a regular army operation?

"With the lake blockade in Lacrimaris, you're on the defensive side all the time. He said he was happy to do it instead."

"Really..."

"This happened. Oh, it won't last long. Sweet fruit tonight, I'll take it home, so expect me."

You guessed Leno's intricate chest, Agoni smiles gently and slaps him on the shoulder. That's all I have to say and get to the surface. Funeral home Agoni [jumped] to Nenia Island as Leno dropped him off at the front door.

Reno, again, looked around the garden.

The seedling box I put out in the garden is blue. Some have dried up, but the vegetable seedlings seem like it's time to replant them.

Pina, Tis, Roark and Farkill are grazing this morning. Everyone wraps their winter sleeves around and looks hot. Leno also wiped the sweat off his forehead and took part in the grass removal.

... food, too, but I need to do something about my clothes.

I don't know how far this villa is from the city on the island of Lanterna.

They're isolating a powerful people in Artel territory, but can I behave as a Fluxinus on this island, or should I pretend to be a Kirkrussian like I did the Bridge soldiers?

... clothes, we have to do something about it before the full summer arrives and they'll do it in the heat.

Soon the heat will dull my thoughts. It's early summer now, but if it's around noon, the sun is so tight that it hurts. It will be hotter from now on.

I wish I could buy it in the city of Lanterna Island, but there was not a single person on this island with a land prospect.

"Oh, yeah. Mr. Farkill."

"Yes?"

"Later, map, can you show me?

Furkill, who turned to me, looked sorry and bowed.

I'm sorry, I can't reach the radio here. I can't connect.

"What? Ah... no, Farkill, it's not your fault, and you don't have to worry about it"

Farkill shook his head small at Leno's words and resumed grazing.

... Well, to Mr. Awellana... no, no more.

If you are a pharmacist (dull) Awellana, you can return to the city of Dossici with the technique of [Leap]. I tried to get her to change her summer clothes, but if the pharmacist's girlfriend went alone, she wouldn't be caught again. My godson is excellent, but he's still far from alone.

... What about Mr. Agoni?

I went to the ruins of the city of Zakart, but I know of other cities in the local city of Zerneau... is there a safe city? I'm old, so I would have been to the Holy Land of La Crimalis about once. The art of [jumping] seems to be the art of jumping to a place you know so well, but will Agoni remember the sanctuary?

Cruello was told that the technique of [jumping] was difficult to control magic and could not be used by himself, who was skipping training.

... I'll ask the curse doctor later.

Leno and his brothers and sisters returned indoors one foot away in preparation for lunch.

They were all sweaty, and Cruillo and Awellana washed them with the art of [manicured water].

"Can a spelldoctor or a spelldoctor [jump] a city other than Zerno City?

"... a well known place, is it? That's right... bases near Kulbunika and Kravel and the sanctuary Lacrimalis... and then about the institute here and in the woods."

The spelldoctor stops the hand of the meal and counts the fingers folded.

Leno thanked and thought.

The cities of Zerneau and Kulbunika were devastated by an air raid by the Artel army. More than four months have passed since then, but there is no information on whether the access restrictions have been lifted.

Cravel, the capital of the Republic of Nemoralis, seems to have done so far with minor damage, but we do not know the quantity of supplies or the actual price.

A large number of Nemoralis refugees also influxed into the King's capital of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis. It was the same thing that worried about security and prices.

... and I don't know when the guerrillas will be back injured.

Conclude that it is not possible to ask the spelldoctor to shop for the treatment of the wounded who contend for a moment.

"What's wrong?

"Oh no... I don't know how to get back to Nenia Island... I have to truck back to the broadcaster"

"There's no magic in a boulder that carries such a big thing."

The spelldoctor laughs bitterly.

I stopped everyone's eating hands and saw the curse doctors of the people of the lake. In the spotlight, the spelldoctor looks around at everyone uncomfortably.

"When Mr. Silva is back, ask him if he has any hands. The truck sucks, even if you decide to break it in that air raid... you won't have a choice."

Everyone looks at each other like they're upset.

... I have no choice...? Well, life or truck, if you ask me which is more important, life.

Without a truck, it's hard to travel and live after you return.

In the first place, I don't even know if they all want to cross to Nenia or Nemoralis.

The four Kirkurs may have wanted to live in Artel, across the South Vieetfi Bridge.

Captain Solniak does not move a single eyebrow, and Juvenile Soldier Morph turns his attention to the driver Medvege. Medvege raised his mouth a little and let Morph snort a little.

Cleaning up after lunch was over as soon as Cruillo magically helped. Leno can no longer do it, he can twilight on the way.

... That, and this, without magic, I can't do anything.

Even if I look at the notes on the spell, they're distracted and they don't come straight into my head. At the table, Pina teaches Tis and Amana to study. Beside it, Roark was practicing the [Invisible Shield (Freshly)] spell as he looked at the note of the spell.

Farkill is in a sunny seat, organizing data while charging.

To make policy decisions, we still have to confirm everyone's will.

The only person who can move the truck is Medvege. If he wants to travel to the mainland of Artel, he has to give in. If Medvege says he's going, he'll want to go with the boy soldier Morph he's nostalgic for.

They can do it wherever they go.

I didn't think there was a worse life than in the Ristover Autonomous Region.

Three of the Star Road Prostitutes are making a crawler in the first room they were put through. The needle Amiella is a room assigned as a bedroom, where pieces are combined to make bags.

Pharmacists (dull) Awellana and Cruillo were making wound medicine and vanilla tea in separate rooms.

... When someone returns, Mr. Silva, let's ask Mr. Medvege what he wants to do.

Leno made a decision not to postpone.