It's all one flower.

A chorus of cicadas echoing from outside the junction sounds distant. The base of Lanterna Island is still quiet today. In one of the rooms used as the dispensing room, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and employee Cruello looked down.

Captain Solgnac and the others picked it up yesterday near the base of Nenia Island: Paederia, a medicinal herb for wounds and insect cotton, and a spreading grass with a stench. The variety was small, but the quantity was quite high.

Paedelia the Spring Grass is one of the things in the list of materials that would help if there were a lot of them. In autumn, raw small round fruit can also be a prophylactic medicine such as raw (raw), dry roots frying liquid can also be a cure for leg chills, kidney disease, and anti-diarrhea medicine.

"What kind of medicine is this stinking spruce going to be?

Employee Cruello looks at his face and asks. Now he was dressed in thin red t-shirts and white trousers made by his sister from a blue tsunagi in the factory.

"Fluid frying heavenly sun-dried roots can be a leggy medicine. Later, you can also call it a main action, a side effect, or a diarrhea medication. You'll need another herb and alcohol, but it'll also be an ingredient for your kidney disease medication."

Cruillo smiles bitterly at Awellana's explanation.

"Heh... it smells like this..."

"Yes. It smells awesome when I boil it again, though"

Awellana answers bitterly, too.

"That? Heavenly sun drying... doesn't the surgery drain the water?

"It's a medicine that you can make without having to use magic, so I'm selling it for less."

"Then even the powerless people seem to be able to make it at home. The smell makes it easier to identify herbs..."

"Right. Even in the hospital where I worked, in fact, I asked the part of the powerless people to collect and work until the sun dried."

Remembering the bright smiles of the aunts who were delivering the material to Agate Hospital, the pharmacist Awellana had a pain in the back of her chest.

That winter day, the Dean received a report of the terrorist attack and gave instructions to hospital staff to evacuate.

Inpatient patients were also encouraged to evacuate by being discharged from the hospital by those who could move them. The patient, unable to move, made an inquiry into the vacant bed in the medical and industrial city of Kulbunika, next to the city of Zerneau, to receive and request it.

Asked to make large quantities of wound medicines, Awellana was told to evacuate when the material ran out and left the hospital at [leap].

My parents were on fire from terrorism. I had to stop and jumped into my father's hospital room where I was hospitalized to rely on my sister. Normally, he didn't have the appearance of his accompanying sister, and he helped treat the wounded. Once after the attack stopped, I went to see what was going on at work, but I left a sticker at the entrance and it was deserted.

Then there was an air raid by the Artel army. Patients evacuated to neighboring cities would certainly not have helped. Would the junior pharmacist of the powerless people have escaped the air raid safely?

"... Mr. Awellana? What's the matter, sir?

"Oh, oh, I'm fine. Hey, think about it... Oh, this medicine, because it's so effective, it's hard to adjust the amount when you're an amateur, and because it's constipating, the prescription is for a doctor or a pharmacist, and it's dangerous if you're not a doctor."

Noticing blue eyes directed at her worried, pharmacist Awellana curled up into her quick mouth.

Associations from the aunts at the part, one worry after another that I was trying not to think about, makes my breath seem stuffy.

... I'm sure everyone does, too.

Not too long ago, Morph the Juvenile Soldier suggested that even the powerless people alone should cross to the city of Ignikans on the other shore.

In the end, no one agreed, but Juvenile Soldier Morph made the choice to abandon his hometown of Listver Autonomous Region, which apparently had nothing good to do with it, being tolerated by the loss of everything.

Did you change your mind with everyone's opposition, or did you decide to cross the South Vieetfi Bridge by yourself?

To Awellana, who never really talked to Juvenile Soldier Morph, I didn't know. Morph himself, he may still be lost.

If you take part in a base raid operation and see first-hand what's happening on the mainland of Artel, you might change your mind again.

... but can you go home alive?

"Uh, well... let's wash the whole thing with water, get rid of the dirt and dirt, then cut off the roots and go outside to dry"

I will also be forced to pull my mind away from immersing myself in my own thoughts and give instructions for my work.

Cruillo closed his mouth casting the [fucked water] spell, stopping the elaborate magic and picking up the crawling grass. The intertwined spreads are pulled sloppily and the stench thickens. A small cylindrical white flower emits an odor reminiscent of herbivore manure from the red part of the center. The whole spreading grass stinks, too.

"At this time of year, it's just the roots, isn't it?

"Um, right. It won't come to fruition during the summer... should I ask Mr. Medvege what to do with the spreading grass?"

"Right. Maybe you know how to get rid of the smell."

They somehow looked at each other with a cramped smile and got to work.

Divide the mountains of cranberries into two parts and wash each with the technique of [manicured water].

The water launched from the water bottle roams the universe, swallowing the crawling grass and swirling. The flow of crawling grass, with green leaves attached, created a traditional pattern-like shape. Soil on the roots mixes with water, bugs drown and quickly become cloudy and invisible.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana ordered the water to spit out the turbidity into the crumb cage. Fresh water restores transparency, further rubbing and washing the spreading grass.

Cruillo, too, has practiced his sorcery since he came here and now leaves a large solid material in the water, only fine dirt can be thrown away.

As yet, it is not possible to operate with precision to extract only one from multiple components of water solubility, but is it possible to use magic efficiently, longer than before, without breaks?

It doesn't even extend under the feet of the spelldoctor Septentorio, and even compared to the pharmacist Awellana and the old lady Silva, she seems pretty weak in magic, but for this minute, with a little more practice, I felt like I was going to be able to use [leap].

... but now that we can use the [leap] technique, we have no place to go home, we have restrictions on access to the city of Zerneau, and there's nothing good about a rush, right?

Awellana dumped the water impurities and returned them to the water bottle when she landed the crawling grass in an empty cardboard box.

Disconnect the roots from the ground with a tooling box and throw it into the other cardboard box. We moved our hands silently as we were about to throw up and finished the work in about an hour.

"Okay, I'll ask."

"Yes, please"

Employee Cruillo took the herb body to Medvege's place.