It's all one flower.

For smaller bodies, children are more vulnerable to the heat.

Each of the three who were helping me made his own share, and the needle Amiella finished the morph and roak minutes first.

Furkill has asked old lady Silva to procure a set of summer clothes, although it is a weird pattern. Awellana and Cruillo are unnecessary because they have magical clothes and capes. Amiella herself, I can't tell anyone else, but her coat and skin clothes were magical, and the heat and cold were fine.

Manager Leno has a lot of indoor work, so it would be okay to put it behind him.

... that? Surprisingly easy win?

I didn't have a machine and it was hand stitched, so I thought it would be harder, but when I actually made it (and more), I was able to do it quickly.

Simply changing the top to a t-shirt would be equivalent, it would be better. If we can get three left, we'll have trousers next.

... I don't have any rubber, so I have to make strings.

The main body is made by Amiella, and the simple strings just stitched straight up, let the three of them make it, etc., and go through this idea for the next task, while proceeding with the needle.

The bakery sisters and Amana had their fingers stabbed with needles only on the first day, but they were completely used to it and no longer in danger from carrying needles.

The sun outside is strong and you can hear the cicada slightly, but it's very cool in this house. Amiella, who has no witchcraft knowledge, had no idea how it worked or what technique was keeping her cool.

... If you can use magic, you can make it so much easier.

Yesterday I left the room with everyone in the Autonomous Community, but when I heard that it taught me the magic of healing, Amiela's heart was shaking.

Manager Leno said it was a healing curse. I was upset to hear what could be cured, but if that would make it any better, how helpful would it be?

... But now, what can I say?

Before that, I was not confident that I could completely abandon the teachings of Saint Kirkulus.

He reminded himself in the Kublum Mountains that he could not get any help where he prayed to the saints. Still, it seems to deny all previous lives, and I can't let go of my faith.

Whenever you gauge time in the shadows that fell to the earth under the bright sky of day, you will remember the greatness of the Sun Wheel and the wisdom of the saints.

Every time you look up at the night sky and see the way of the holy stars, you will recall the teachings you heard with your father and neighbors in the church.

Amiella was born in the Autonomous Community of Listwar and grew up without knowledge of non-Kirkrustic teachings. On the day off, my father and I went to the church in Barack Street, offering prayers to the saints and actively participating in cleaning services, etc.

... because sometimes I get a used hoe or rag.

Remembering his father and neighbors who went to church with him, Amiela sighed (sighs).

If everyone is a people of strength, put out the fire. They got away before the fire turned. No, in the first place, I didn't have to live such a miserable life being pushed into the Autonomous Community.

Lower towns with dense baracks had bad wind streets and in the summer they were plagued by heat and stench. Heat stroke (of course), sweat rash (also) sucks (just), and there are a lot of people who died because of it. And the winter trembled in the gap wind, and the frozen to death followed.

... Would we all have been happier if we could have used magic?

I've well figured out in the last few months that I'm not a wacko who can do anything because I'm a wizard. If I could do that, I wouldn't have had to get the city burned in an air raid by the Artel army.

The old woman in Zolata District, who helped Amiela, was very kind.

He was a powerful people, and he could afford everything, so he let his strange daughter into the house, and he took care of her, and he burned her.

... If my grandfather hadn't been taken over by the demons, he might have stayed in that house forever.

Then I imagine what would have happened by cutting the thread into balls. I finished sewing my right sleeve and hung it on my left sleeve. Slightly thick but breathable, sturdy fabric. Thread the following thread through the needle hole, thanking the pharmacist candidate.

... Oh, but I'm sure you can't.

The countryside of Zolata District showed no other signs of people. I'm not sure I can pass a lie in my life alone with that old couple. Even now, he slipped his mouth to the pharmacist of the lake. Even if I stayed in that house, I would have been crushed by the guilt of continuing to deceive the kind old lady.

Besides, it's not necessarily that the old woman has the same tolerance as the pharmacist Awellana. Most people get angry when they know they've been fooled.

... Either way, I can't, can I?

"Mr. Amiella, I can do it. Can I have a look?

"What, you've done it already?

In the voice of Pinatifida, consciousness was lifted from dark thoughts.

Receive and confirm gentle green t-shirt. There were so many stitches that I didn't think they were hand stitched. No cramps or stitches left, no thread fastening forgotten.

"Yeah. It's okay. It's so beautiful I don't think it's the first time."

"Because Mr. Amiela is a good teacher..."

"Oh no... it's all for sale by the manager. Please actually wear it and make sure it's comfortable."

Amiela took a seat and closed the curtain. The [light] the spelldoctor lit on the ceiling lights up the room lightly.

I changed into a rugged T-shirt that I made myself and pinatifida hung up.

"Sister, wow!

Elantis and Amana applauded with a smile. Amiella joins the applause and praises it, as the manager always said.

"It's done so well. The job is polite, the seams are beautiful, and I'm not ashamed to put them out anywhere."

"Thank you"

I was honestly thankful and Amiela was bewildered. No words come out of gratitude directed without any consignment.

... What did the manager say?

"Uh, welcome, thank you. I thought it would be tough for all of us to make it by myself. Thanks for your help."

"Oh no... I've only done my share yet, and you can tell me, and I'm here to help"

"Thank you, sister"

"Thank you"

Elantis and Amana were also thanked and bowed their heads many times.

Captain Solgnac's share was also completed before lunch.

The two elementary school students manage to finish and change into their own T-shirts. I made it a little loose to cool down, so none of the three of us have a body line.

The T-shirt that Farkill procured for old lady Silva is a material and design that goes along with her body. I saw Pinatifida again, but the slightly thicker fabric didn't even come out of the underwear line.

... You'll be fine with this.

In the dining room, give Captain Solgnac a thin blue t-shirt.

I'm sorry.

"Oh, no, because I always take care of you. Mr. Medvege's is not here yet. Excuse me."

"That's okay. I'm used to being hot. Thanks for the boys."

When we were talking to each other, no, well, etc., Roark pushed us softly back and Morph advanced. I have something in my back hand. Roark whispered a word or two in Morph's ear.

Morph was bent over and offered him what he had.

"Ne's share"

It's a cranberry hat. There are two things that are wide and large, and two things that are smaller than that.

'Cause it's gonna be hot.

"Morph, did you make it for me?

Listening as he received it, Morph snorted and just got to the table. I'll meet with Roark as if he's sorry.

"Thanks"

Amiella says thank you. The girls, who were taken aback, also spoke to Morph, thanking him. Morph stares at the table with a hard look, just slightly moving his neck vertically, and doesn't even try to look at this one.

"... the ladies. That looks great on you."

Medvege grinned with regret and changed the subject.