It's all one flower.

"The trousers I'm making now will be ready for everyone in the next three"

The girls nod at Amiela's report.

The trousers were fitted with large, lidded pockets. If you put a sachet string in your pocket over a hole that goes through your belt, you won't have to worry about dropping the [magic crystal].

I'm not sure I can carry my bag safely. Even if I had to throw my stuff away and run as hard as I could, this would be a little reassuring.

... I can't believe a girl makes clothes, but she's not fashionable and has to pay attention to that.

Roark was sneaking out (sighs).

The finished trousers worn by Cruello were reminiscent of the military uniform because of the white, loose design but the lidded pockets on the outside of the legs and on the sides of the hips.

"I've got your brother's share."

"Thanks. I'll get dressed later."

Manager Leno responded with a smile to Elantis' bright voice, lightening the air on the field.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana also says the medication is well made and is now awaiting ingredients.

"How about what I picked today?

"The amount does. But I've picked a lot of different kinds. If you need a lot, let me know later."

"I crashed all day cleaning up the warehouse today, and I couldn't pick too many."

Leno store manager and funeral parlor Agoni dress up all day cleaning up a warehouse unrelated to combat training and the wind that was weeding in the woods.

Pharmacist Awellana took the folded paper out of his pocket and spread it onto the table. Cruillo, Amana, Farkill who sat next to him were sent in turn and turned to the manager of Leno.

"Here's a list of the medicinal herbs you picked today. It also says a lot about how much it takes."

"I still don't remember the name of the herb..."

"Me too. Mr. Journitol told me that you're just picking it. I'll ask you tomorrow."

"Really... Well, um, excuse me, please"

Pharmacist Awellana says sorry. The bakery sisters said nothing because they saw the pharmacist and the funeral parlor with their eyes, where there was accusation, but they knew they could not stop their brother.

... Normal family, right?

Whatever happens to my grandfather and my parents, it's not like Roark who doesn't care.

The bakery sisters are worried sick about their brother Leno. But if you don't go, I don't know what they'll do to the militant guerrillas. Manager Leno wants to learn how to handle and fight weapons to protect his sisters.

I want to avenge the Viyounooks... not like Roark, who seeks power for revenge and for the destruction of treachery.

Captain Solniak and Juvenile Soldier Morph will teach you how to handle guns and grenades so that you can fight your Artel army opponents, even on the roads of a powerless people. Remembering the weight of the grenade and bullet cartridge, Roark thought again of what he was trying to accomplish, and the cold came crawling up from his feet.

... Me, same as those guerrilla people.

"We were copying a map of this island."

"Go ahead, Mr. Medvege"

Furkill takes his seat and gives the driver a bunch of copies of paper, the spelldoctor Septentorio says. Medvege looked at it and roared. Arrange the map you've seen on the table.

"That's a big deal. Such a fine photograph..."

Take one and try to put it up so everyone can see it. From Roark's seat, I could see that it even depicted fine terrain.

The following abbreviated map of how it was copied while looking at the atlas in the library of the city of Zerneau is precise.

... Oh well. You're not gonna be here forever. But...

To Roark, I couldn't imagine what happened after I left here.

The only way out of Lanterna Island is to cross the North Vieetfi Bridge or have someone [jump]. In half a century of civil unrest, the port of Lanterna Island was devastated. Port facilities have not been restored and there are no Magic Machine ships because they have become Artel territory.

That's why the "haulier" business that Farkill met in the city is formed.

"Along the shores of the island, to this big city with a long name, it's the main road."

"It's the city of Cardafstovaux, isn't it? The City of Wizards. Mr. Silva's base is also here."

Medvege put the map down and said, Farkill looked at it and supplemented it.

... The City of Wizards...? Can even a powerless people live?

"The old lady always said there was a star sign terror in the city."

Everyone raised their faces off the map at the same time, gnawed at the voice of the arms maker. Awellana, the pharmacist of the people of the lake, hears with a trembling voice of anxiety.

"The star sign is a fundamentalist group of Kirkulus, right? Because it's a city of wizards, even now, terror in Artel territory...?

"I just heard it from that old lady, and I didn't hear it directly from the Artel terrorists."

"Maybe now, because we're at war, it's extra...... not what?

Farkill said, with a dark face.

The Lacrimaris boy, who can access a lot of information online, has been taken many times by old lady Silva to the city of Kardafstvaux. I would have heard rumors about the alley too. You know exactly what the terrorist information is, you look pale.

"Hey, are you and your grandma going to a dangerous city like that?

"So far, there's been a terrorist attack close to the South Vieetfi Bridge... south of the city, so I haven't been there."

The Lacrimaris boy returned a weak grin at the worries of the Kirkurs Medvege.