It's all one flower.

The needle Amiella completed one pair of summer pants to confirm the finish. Bakery sisters and employee sisters are silently moving needles.

I wondered what would happen when the militant guerrillas came back, but now it's quiet. The morphs offered to teach us how to use the guns, which led us to another base on the island of Negna.

This stronghold on the island of Lanterna is magically hidden. He doesn't have to worry about the Artel Army finding him, but this time, he didn't know when those guerrillas were coming back and Amiella didn't care. I don't know what those men would have done if Captain Solniak hadn't given me shelter.

Amiella punched a waiting needle on the next piece of fabric she sewed to escape the horrible imagination.

... right? This place was originally rented by those people.

I can't ask the people who came later to stay to leave or not come anymore.

Somehow, you might want to find another place, but none of the people who were overlooked by the mobile dealership (Praethermassa) had a land survey on this island of Lanterna.

Spelldoctor Septentorio and funeral parlor Agoni say they have never been outside this villa. The old lady Silva, who says she is a relative of the owner of the villa, seemed to know the island to some extent, but did not have the atmosphere to hear.

... Also, is it wild accommodation in a truck?

That is not bitter because it has already been experienced and is much more cozy than home in the autonomous community of Listver. But given the demons attacking me or finding me in the Artel army, I couldn't be relieved.

Farkill, a war-torn Lacrimaris boy, has asked the old lady, Silva, to go to a large city somewhere on this island several times. Magic and instant jump, so you won't know the directions.

Farkill asked me to purchase a magic bag that I could carry a truck to the city's tool shop. Not only that, he asked the haulier for the fare. No matter how grateful you are to the unlucky Lacrimaris boy involved.

... With the money, you can go home.

I hear the haulier will take you to the king's capital of the kingdom of Lacrimalis. From there is the ship. To return safely to the island of Negna, they have to travel far and construct enormous travel expenses.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana also told me that he would send him by [leap] technique to the city of Zerneau, but Captain Solgnac said no. Like Medvege said, I want to repay you for all the help you've given me, so Amiela didn't mind that either.

... Besides, I can't go back to the Autonomous Community.

My father, who lost his place of residence in that great fire and was my only family, is missing.

The tailor's manager sent me off to rely on a distant relative on Nemoralis Island. He may have died in half a century of civil unrest, and it's like grabbing a cloud.

The only clue is the address and photograph at the time, but Amiela has no other address.

The rough militant guerrilla men took a hand when the driver Medvege said, "All the children are healers". Apparently, the user of the healing technique will be taken care of more than Amiella thought.

... Next time I can be alone with Mr. Awellana, why don't you let me know too?

When I was given the [Crystal of Magic] at the manager's house, I knew for the first time that I was a powerful people. It reminded me of the glow of the magic that dwelt in the crystal, and Amiella felt indescribable.

Finish hitting the waiting needle and sew another cloth pocket in a bag first.

It took me a long time to measure everyone and individually adjust the model paper the old lady Silva brought to me.

I don't have a machine, I just have to hand sew everything. It's a task to teach three unfamiliar people - and two of them elementary school students - how to tailor. Make Silva's share not only for everyone in the mobile dealership, but also for the consideration of the model paper. Nearly the last two months, I've worked for four people, but I still didn't have them all.

The girls, who are completely used to the work, do not ask questions to the needles of the main job and move their hands silently.

It's seclusive and magical, but Amiela has no idea what technique is right for her. I still don't think I'm prepared to be a witch, but I've already been helped many times by the benefit of the magical goods the manager made me have. Had it not been for these items, which the manager said he had kept from his grandmother, he would have died somewhere in the Kublum Mountains.

I want the power to defend myself, but to abandon faith and previous lives is horrible. From Awellana, the people of the lake, if they receive a magical interpretation, they will no longer be able to go back.

... The manager said yes, but the priest would definitely disagree. If I were your father, what would I say?

I could not yet be prepared to abandon the teachings of Saint Kirkulus and become a user of "evil (ah) Shiki (purposeful)".

Amiella asks herself again and again as she sews her pants. The eyes overlapped there with the faces of nostalgic people who followed the needle movement at hand but would never see each other again.

At tea time, I also finished what the girls were sewing. White and gentle green. Amana, the employee's sister, chose white for her trousers to match her thin red t-shirt, and the bakery sisters made it in the same color as the t-shirt.

"I'll give it to you for your brother."

The bakery sisters smile and wave to Amana leaving the room. Turning around the corner of the hallway and losing sight of his friends, he turned off his grin and looked at each other with a complex expression.

The bakery's brother has gone with the militant guerrilla to the base of Nenia Island. Others are with Captain Solgnark and Morph, high school student Roark and funeral parlor Agoni.

Just training today. I'm sure you'll be fine, but my sisters' worries painfully understood.

Let's take a break, too.

Saying in the brightest possible voice, Amiela folded up her raised trousers and layered them, urging them both.