It's all one flower.

After dinner, have some vanilla tea and have a little debriefing.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana has been making wound pills all morning. The tired head is hung with blurred kasumi (blur). I inhaled the scent of vanilla tea all over my chest and listened to everyone.

"Our craftsman Tsukusa is making everyone's hat. I'm in a lot of trouble right now."

Roark and Juvenile Soldier Morph snorted.

... right? It's getting hot in the morning.

I don't know which "kid" said it, but you noticed a good point, I admire it.

The Awellanas, the people of the lake and the people of the powerful land, tend to forget the measures around the powerless people because the art of hanging on clothes prevents cold and heat.

Asked by manager Leno, Roark answered the number of hats completed by today, and the cranberry squad finished the report.

Speaking from the seat at the edge of the table, it's needle Amiella's turn next.

"We're doing well, too. Now the four of us are making t-shirts. I don't have a machine, so I sew it by hand, and it takes a while, but I'm done with one today, and I think I can do a little more tomorrow."

That's all the Kirkuls needles said at once, and they met. Take it, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana opens her mouth.

"Me and Mr. Cruillo were still making wound pills today. I picked the herbs in your garden and drained the water separately for each type. I also picked a lot of insect cotton, so I'll cough it up later."

"What kind of medicine can you do with the garden herbs?

Old lady Silva takes the pen and notepad out of her pocket and asks. Pharmacist Awellana listed the type of medication and the missing material.

The only ingredients that can be made from here are antipyretics, vanilla tea, and antagonists, in addition to scratch pills and cough medicine. Other medicines, too, were not like those needed on the battlefield, but were just cures for diseases of the internal medicine system.

... If you're being asked to help the guerrillas, just the scratch pills will do.

I don't feel very good, but there's nothing more to follow than having it put here.

The old lady, Silva, wrote down the type of medication and the missing material.

"... is this a good fit?

"Yes, I'm fine"

Reading up and confirming the note, Silva told the funeral parlor.

"Mr. Agoni, I'll give you a note and wound medicine later, so please give it to Mr. Oriol tomorrow"

"I don't mind that..."

Funeral home Agoni swallowed the words ahead. Where I want you to say it, Awellana somehow figured it out, too. But now that I've said it, I know that no one can do anything about it. To the pharmacists of the people of the lake, I could not say anything.

... How long do you keep doing this?

I can't speak very much about myself being in the care of a Nemoralist aspiring guerrilla who carries out terrorism in Artel territory.

"How are things in the woods?

Captain Solniak asks casually. The air in the dining room strained. Funeral home Agoni peeks at Silva's complexion. The old lady sipped herbal tea and said nothing.

"... yeah, well, those guys are safe so far. Originally, there were a bunch of guys who were druggers (creasers) going to the woods to pick up material. I don't know what to do."

"Can those people also see the material?

Awellana overheard. Agoni gently pulls his jaw.

"The Journeymen are watching this with the pharmacists, so I don't know. Besides, there are two artisans. [Flying Eagle (Taka)] and [Knitting Reed Cut (Yoshikiri)]."

[Flying Eagle] Anyone who has completed a school will use anything as a weapon to fight.

With a little magic, you can maximize your attacks and become a magic warrior fighting demons and warcraft yourself, but for the weak, it is only for the sake of the weak that you apply a variety of objects to create weapons and spells, compensating for your ability to fight and protect.

[Knitting reed cuts] Faculty is an artisan who makes various magic tools, including spells, and has no fighting power. In one way or another, the tools that make life easier are the main ones.

There are some spell materials that can also be used as medicine.

"Then... you'll be fine"

Awellana didn't know if she was happy or not and had no choice but to smile vaguely.

All you can make out of herbal material is medicines that have a few side effects but are basically harmless. Even though it will be used as a source of funding for terrorism, the users of the drugs are not guilty. At least, the lives of the sick will be saved.

Did we all think the same thing, shut up with a dark face?

One Silva was sipping herbal tea with a cool face.

"Oh, you know, mine feels similar."

Farkill removed a small folded piece of paper from the bag. Slip on the tabletop and drop by the pharmacist Awellana's hand.

When Awellana opened the paper, it was a list of drugs and materials that were surprisingly written.

"Um... is this...?

Tell the confused Awellana that Farkill seems sorry.

"Thanks to Mr. Awellana, we were able to pay the connection fee properly. Thank you. But..."

"But?"

Several voices overlapped.

"But going back to Nemoralis will cost a fortune..."

"Is that what this is?

"No, that's just for the high performance [endless bags] that can be put in the truck."

Everyone's face hardened with surprise.

Awellana herself, I'm sure, will look the same. I'm not surprised by the presence of [endless bags] that can put the truck in, but I'm going to be distracted by the high consideration.

The quantity is not a big deal, but we also have to procure the material ourselves.

In the city of Dossici, the head of the commercial union gave me all the ingredients. The quantity was enormous, but it was also a practical internship for the pharmacist candidates, so compared to this one, it was far better.

"The Horn of the Fire Bull is this... is it Cotto telling us to fight?

The pharmacist Awellana remembered the total annihilation of troops of the Royal Lacrimalis Army at the North Vieetfi Bridge.

I was relieved just by the pictures Farkill showed me. There was also a group of warcraft flying in the sky, but the fire ball of the bull of fire shattered the iron door and everyone who was overlooked by the mobile dealership (Praethermissa) could not return.

"Don't push me too hard, he said..."

You didn't ask me about when I couldn't get all the materials and medications together, that's all I said in a voice that was going to disappear, and Farkill caged his mouth.

In a painful silence, the old lady Silva goes to the kitchen and brews a change of vanilla tea for everyone. Refreshing aroma with faded agitation.

"The haulier says he doesn't have a cot for going to Nemoralis Island. But they'll take you to the sanctuary."

Farkill finished the conversation without touching on the consideration. Funeral home Agoni nods.

"I hear there are plenty of refugee ships out of Wangdu right now. If we can get that far, well..."

A spelldoctor, Septentorio, sends his gaze to the funeral home Agoni to speak.

"If it's the king's capital Lacrimaris, we can [jump] too."

"Spelldoctor, I don't think that's a good idea.

Thorns grow in the voice of old lady Silva. The two men of the people of the lake did not respond to it.

Right now, returning to the city of Zerneau won't make a living. On the contrary, access restrictions may not have been lifted.