It's all one flower.

When the three of them went out into the hallway, the front door opened. Amiella and the others stood wondering if the guerrillas had returned. A young man of the land people standing on the doorstep waves small with a loving smile.

"Hello. Is the curse doctor in the study? Oh, I'm a liaison with a different group than the militants."

The young man with a faint impression watched the three hardening without a voice for a while, but came in with a small sigh (one). Without guidance, knock on the study door.

"It's Lazolnik. Is there a curse doctor here?

And a word or two came out of it, and he answered, and the young man named Razornik went into the study. The door closes and the force falls out at the same time. Amiella slapped her bakery sister on the shoulder and urged her to the kitchen.

The dining room door opened and the refreshing, gentle incense of vanilla tea greeted the three of them. Amana, who opened the door, says a beat late.

"I was just picking you up. Mr. Awellana wants to make some tea."

Not only the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, but also the employee Cruillo and the driver Medvege.

Cruillo was dressed from the factory blue tsunagi to the trousers and t-shirt he had just been able to do. The left chest of the light red t-shirt is embroidered with a small gilt gavel. The length of the white trousers was perfect as measured and familiar with the thin red t-shirt.

"It suits you. Amana chose that color."

"Yeah, I just heard it from him."

When Amiela praised him, Cruello hung up. Amana also dyes her cheeks in the light. Then the sisters of the bakery laughed, and Awellana, the people of the lake, smiled.

"Brother, I'm glad you're up front"

Medvege said, a laugh could be played and Cruillo scratched his head.

"How about that one?

"We've got plenty of wound pills. Heat cooling and cough suppression too.... I made something else, but I'm supposed to give it to Mr. Silva, because I made it out of herbal material here..."

To Amiela's inquiry, the pharmacist Awellana clouded the words. I guess it's far from paying for a magic bag that can put a truck in.

Leno Store Manager said "I'm going to pick up the material," not combat training, Pinatifida told me before work.

Another stronghold of militant guerrillas is in the ruins of the city of North Zakart on the western edge of the island of Nenia. What kind of materials can be picked in such a place? I thought Amiella would be a gentle lie from manager Leno, but she didn't say anything extra because the sisters are forced to convince themselves with it.

"Did anyone come earlier?

Medvege, who was making herbs by herself, changed the subject. Bakery sisters stiffen themselves up. Amiella answered, smoking the incense of vanilla tea and calming herself down.

"Yes, well, here comes a guy who says he's not a militant group liaison."

He said, "Hey, are you still here?

Tensions run not only on Medvege, but also on the wizards Awellana and Cruillo. That young man is a wizard, too, to say he came alone. I can't cross the [junction] that surrounds this villa without magic. At least I have a [magic crystal] or something, a magic tool.

Amiella replied calming her feelings with the potency of vanilla tea.

"He went to the study to tell me he needed help."

"Hmm? What, that brother?"

Medvege says in a clapped voice. Just there, the person in question showed his face. A young man of the land people laughs around the face of the table with his dewgrass colored eyes.

"Yes, that brother. All of you?

"All that's left is this."

Spelldoctor Septentorio said as he came into the dining room and the last furkill closed the door.

Cruello goes to the kitchen to stop Awellana from trying to stand and practice. Cruillo had recently learned a new technique and had also revealed a technique he already knew.

The wizard's employee drifts the slightly colored water into the universe and returns with a teacup for three. Pour vanilla tea into a cup placed before the curse doctor and Farkill, the young man of the land people. Amiella is a perfectly familiar technique. Vanilla tea moved like a creature, delivering to the cup without spilling a drop.

"Whoa, thanks. Let me introduce myself because some of you are new here."

The young man of the land people smiled and thanked Cruillo.

"I'm Razornik. He's a liaison for a team that wants to end the war in a way other than force. Say hello."

He was named liaison, but everyone just looked confused and didn't name him. Razornik doesn't pay much attention and goes on to talk.

"Oh, because I don't have to name it. I'm here today because I want everyone to hear a song or something."

"Song?"

To Medvege's doubts, Razornik as well as the spelldoctor Septentorio and Farkill nodded. Razornik put a plate a turn smaller than what Farkil had on the table and stroked the surface.

"Remember this, I want you to spread the word over there."

As Razornik followed the board slightly, the whistle sounded in the dining room. This is followed by a prelude that I'm used to listening to.

... National Health Gymnastics?

"Ah...!

Several voices of surprise overlapped in the chorus that followed the prelude.