It's all one flower.

"It's time for lunch"

The two of them appeared in the ruins of a destroyed harbor. After the extermination of the turbulent trees, the harbour town, built on one of the small inlets running southeast of the island of Lanterna, perished in a civil unrest of half a century.

Now it's just a ruin where the foundations of the building can be hidden between the grasses. I don't know if it was a fishing port or a trading port anymore.

To the east, the islands of the Funalis archipelago (Shimanami) looked gray and sumptuous. Rise high on the wind as a group of waterfowls shine their wings white in the sunlight.

The sturdy bread brought by the curse doctor was set aside for what if, and the two cheeked the bread cooked by manager Leno this morning. The green bread mixed with tampon leaves was fragrant.

... Manager, how are you doing by now?

I think of the faces of the Leno storekeepers who went to the base of Negna Island. It's just training, not real life, so I think I'll have a different article in my life, but my anxiety remains that if a gun bursts...

Farkill drank bottled water to calm his feelings. Sweat erupts more and more.

"You should also lick the salt"

Ask the spelldoctor to divide the chunks of salt solidified about the tip of his pinky finger and include them in his mouth. Drinking it down with dried apricots made me sweat. The spelldoctor drank the chicken water and included green candy in his mouth.

I just take half an hour off.

There is not a single ship on the lake that shines in the summer sun. If you look to the south, you can see the blur of the continent that leads to the end of the South Vietofi Bridge. If I had more vision, I would have seen a little bit of the city of Ignikerns across the shore, but not with Farkill's eyes.

There are no fighters flying from an air base near the city of Ignikans, and it looks like a peaceful summer afternoon like never before.

... but you're at war.

Looking back at the engine sound. The spelldoctor also turned a vigilant eye on the driveway. There is no place to hide yourself.

"... oh, that's a bus."

"Sounds like it."

The two relieve themselves and look out for their destination. The bus headed towards the South Vieetfi Bridge slowly passed behind the two of them and stopped a little further.

... that? Haz I didn't bus stop around here...?

The engine stops and the front door opens. A driver in uniform came down. An uncle of a land people who seems to be a good man calls out from the edge of the driveway.

"What are you doing in a toco like this?

I couldn't think of anything to delude the driver into his worried voice. Farkill saw the spelldoctor.

"I'm looking around at the ruins. of the old harbor."

"What are you gonna do when you don't even have a ship? It's past noon, and how about we go back to the city now?

"Right. Shall we go?"

The spelldoctor called out to him, and Farkill nodded and stood up.

"I didn't bring your wallet, so I'll walk you home."

"I'm only on air anyway. Do you mind if we have two of them? Get in."

"Are you sure?

"Well, [jumping] that would be a moment, but it wouldn't be bad to get on the bus sometimes, would it?

The driver recommended it, and the two decided to be generously sweet. Sit side by side in the seat directly behind the driver's seat. Air-conditioned and cool inside the car. The sweaty furkill shook up in the cold.

"What were you two talking about?

"I was asking about the old days. In the days of the old kingdom, there were poisonous trees called fishy wind trees, and it was hard..."

"Heh, are you a long-lived race?

A driver in Farkill's words sees the people of the lake, Septentorio, over the mirror. Let the driver of the land people snort, and the septentorio listened back.

"Yep. Are you..."

"Me? I'm a powerless people, so I'm doing this job. Since the beginning of the war, people have come and gone so much less, they just air it from one side to the other every day."

Blur as you run the bus.

The island of Lanterna is an island that isolates powerful people born in Artel territory.

Like this driver, the powerless people born here also live, but the wizards, for the most part, will travel in [leaps]. The driver lamented the decline in the number of users, even just a few.

After enough time, we reached the South Vieetfi Bridge. A bus from the city of Ignikans is turning around in the rotary.

"Oh, and it's the end.... Thank you for boarding. We look forward to using you again."

The driver crossed the lifting gate perfectly to the roofed bus stop, leaning back and opening the door.

"Thank you"

"Fares, are you sure?

"Oh, that's okay. Don't tell everyone, though. Next stop at the bus stop, pay the price, then ask for it."

He smiled and waved at the two people who got off the bus, and the driver turned the body.

... You're back.

On that day, I stepped down to this rotary after consolidating my grievous determination to leave the house. Yangtze is shaking the same city as it was that day, and the summer sun is creating a dark shadow.

"This way."

Speaking to a curse doctor who rarely looked around, Farkill walked away. The land people mix with the lake people, and the spelldoctor Septentorio blends in so well with the passers-by. No one cares about his white clothes, whether the doctors in this city don't wear white clothes or whether they are, on the contrary, familiar beings.

Farkil observed the crowd as they walked down a crowded path. People on the road are wearing thick clothes at this time of year. I don't see a single person with short sleeves. People's clothes remained the same, with spells written in embroidery and dyeing.

A short-sleeved t-shirt and rugged trousers floated more of a summer outfit furkill than a septentorio.