It's all one flower.

At dinner, the old lady Silva came back. Surrounding the [furnace] in the garden, he sprinkles a loving smile on the militant guerrilla who sears the salted meat he brings.

"Oh, I'm already eating. Not much of this, but go ahead."

When I shook the wipes bag I had upside down, a large amount of canned vegetable soup rolled out. The guerrillas chase cans rolling all over the garden.

Silva threw two small wipe bags into the box when she found Leno, who had come to collect the weed that had been dried by spreading it on cardboard.

"Bakery, that, flour. Open it in the kitchen. I'll go now, Private. Good night."

Speaking unilaterally, he cast a spell on the quick mouth and [jumped] somewhere. Craftsmen of [Flying Eagle (Taka)] laugh shaking their big bodies.

"You're a busy baba."

"That's how he fights."

Craftsmen of small [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] were slightly embarrassed. The guerrillas don't mind the artisans, they open a can of vegetable soup.

"You, the baker?

"Yes."

"Me, the spellmaker. I can make a lot of other things."

Come by Leno holding a cardboard and the [knitting reed cutter] craftsman turns a nostalgic smile. Reno rushed to the kitchen, meeting the craftsman of the [flying eagle] who opened the front door for me. The two follow with a natural face.

Instead, a spelldoctor with a bunch of vanilla, Septentorio, went out into the garden. I guess he acts vanilla tea on the rough guys and calms his mind.

... Those are the people Mr. Silva brought in.

Leno snuck up and sighed. I also wanted the craftsmen to be in the garden with the militant guerrillas, but I don't have the authority to say no to the inhabitants themselves.

Upon entering the dining room, Pina and Tis were serving meals. The movement stops as a ghost to the two people who came in following Leno. Tensions ran to Medvege and Juvenile Soldier Morph, who were helping.

"Just one at a time, bread, will you?

"Just for us."

The two artisans lowered their hips to their seats at the edge of the table, saying unsolicited things. The table seats twenty, and even if we add two, we can still afford it. Pina and Tis looked at Leno with frightened eyes.

"Mr. Silva gave me flour earlier, so I'm fine"

Leno managed to repair only his voice calmly, approaching his sisters to avoid being enlightened by the tremors in his legs, and looked back.

"... this is wild grass soup, I think canning tastes better"

A large [Flying Eagle (Taka)] craftsman laughs niggly.

"With those guys, it doesn't matter what you eat. If you don't have enough seats, just hold the bread and eat it in the other room, so don't worry about it."

"We've got a match of interest, so we're just acting together, and we're not getting along."

A spellmaker poked his elbows at the table and put his jaw on the back of his hand.

Medvege and Juvenile Soldier Morph turn a vigilant eye to the craftsman of [Flying Eagle]. Regardless of the spellmaker, this one is also a magic warrior. If it's a fight, even Medvege won't win.

Leno thought of it as a store manager and made a mild suggestion so as not to irritate the two of them.

"I have extra seats. If it's for two, we'll be fine."

"Thank you."

"If it's not poison, you can eat everything delicious."

If they run out until tomorrow morning, they will return to their ruined stronghold in North Zakart City.

Eyes on Medvege and Pina. The two sensed Leno's intentions and took turns in the work. Tis and Morph will do the same.

Leno took his sisters into the kitchen. Threesome sighs at the same time. I put the cardboard halfway down and hugged them both.

From the dining room, you can hear the spellmaker.

"Are you a long-lived race?... What, no? So, you're a kid, but you've been in action?

Boy soldier Morph seems to be shaking his head and answering. Only the voice of the spellmaker continues. Feeling like listening to a phone call, Leno listened.

"So tomorrow, to Zakart's stronghold, are you coming?... really? That co...... I thought you called me Pina?... you really know how to handle a weapon, not haunt it to help that Co?... really. How would a kid like you know that?

The air strains into a long silence. Leno tried to swallow his spit, but his mouth dried to a crisp and he just finished moving his throat.

Tis presses his cheek against Leno's chest and sticks with all his strength. Pina at the time repeated her thin, slow, deep breath trying to calm down, but the tremor of exhalation did not stop.

This silence is the answer.

The spellmaker purposefully exhaled his loud breath and uttered his advice.

"I get it. Tomorrow, if you really want to teach me how to use it, be careful not to let the brains find out."

"Those guys don't condone even women and children if they're Kirkurs.... No, some guys enjoy killing the weak. I'm not interested in your situation, but I'm careful at best."

The other craftsman also said aloud so that Leno and the others could listen.

Tis looks up in Leno's arms. I gently stroked my sister's cheek looking at my brother wonderfully.

"Kids can really use [the healing wind] or something. This boy is a powerless people, so no."

A voice containing the laughter of Medvege chooses words to shelter everyone. One, Morph, a boy soldier removed from asylum, affirmed it in silence.

The spellmaker's voice turns to surprise.

"Are you with the Fluxinus? Why?"

The two star road prostitutes, neither answer. Again and again, Leno, who is asking himself, still couldn't find an answer.

After a few breaths, the voice of the spellmaker giving up echoed in the dining room.

"If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. Because I don't want to go in deep."

Leno gently slapped his sisters on the shoulders and back to encourage them to prepare for dinner.