It's all one flower.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana goes outside to dry the roots of the herb. I stopped by the study and spoke to the spelldoctor Septentorio.

"Excuse me, old newspaper, would you mind splitting it up a little?

"Go ahead. I'm done loading it there, so feel free to use it"

The spelldoctor Septentorio pointed right next to the door.

The newspaper is brought by the old lady, Silva, once every few days, with food, etc. I'm working on a scrapbook by cutting through the articles I need.

Even now, there are scattered newspapers on the low table on the way to work.

"Can I help you with something?

The article was pasted on a ledge and Farkill lifted his hips off the couch. Pharmacist Awellana reluctantly tries to say no.

"It just dries the roots of the spreading grass..."

"I don't mind, go ahead."

The spelldoctor blocked it with a strong tone. When Awellana was surprised, Farkill picked up a bunch of ancient newspapers from the doorway and just went out into the hallway.

... Well, it's not such a tough task, and it'll be over soon, so maybe it's good for a change of mood.

The reworked pharmacist (dull) Awellana said no more and went out into the garden with the Lacrimaris boy Farkill.

Go to the flower bed where the yellow rose blooms and the cobblestone spreads the newspaper on the laid promenade to place the heavy stone. Even if you work outside, it still stinks.

"What kind of medicine is this going to be?

Farkill can't rest his hand in the task of arranging the roots of the crawling grass over the newspaper, laughing bitterly as he regretted offering to help a little.

The pharmacist Awellana repeated the same explanation that he had given to Cruillo, adding also the contents of the list that the cursemen had sent over.

"Just the roots, if you use it for ten kilograms by dry weight and a kidney pill, it's fine for a hundred times, but there's not enough alcohol or any other material. In the autumn, it will actually be a pill, but you need unsalted butter or lard."

"Something's going to distract you."

Finishing the task of arranging the roots, Farkill sighs.

"It takes a lot of material to pick easily, for that matter."

"Uh..."

Farkill stood up and looked around. The only two people out in the garden are the pharmacists Awellana and Farkill.

The weather is beautiful today, and this minute would be enough for tea time, dry. Exposing the roots to the day produces new pharmaceutical ingredients.

... before tea time, we have to remember to turn it over.

I noticed Farkill's t-shirt wet in sweat. I don't know how hot it is today because Awellana's clothes are hung with a little bit of protection such as [cold] and [heat resistant].

"Even though it's hot, thank you. Let's go in."

"... just for a second, okay?

"What is it?

Farkill did not answer and headed to the gate. I wonder if there's anything I can do for you outside the junction, and I'll follow you. The sound of a cicada ringing in the woods echoed in my head, sounding similar to tinnitus.

"Mr. Farkill, do you want to go outside?

"That, a little later... uh, there was a bomb attack yesterday in the city of Kardafstvaux"

"Eh...!

To Awellana, who loses her word, Farkil explains what happened yesterday. A cold sweat told me on my back.

The Kirkurist fundamentalist group "Star Mark" is an international terrorist organization that has heard on radio news many times since the time of peace.

... I can't believe you're waging terrorism in your own country even though you're at war...

I have no idea what they think and do that to Awellana.

"So this island isn't safe at all, either."

As Awellana nodded, Farkill caged his power in his eyes and said.

"If anything happens, please [jump] away with one Mr. Awellana"

"Eh...! But no..."

They told me to abandon everyone and run away, and Awellana turned bright white in her head.

"So far… or in the past, the neighborhood close to the bridge in the city of Kardafstvaux felt completely used to being terrorized and the people of the city were used to it again"

The protection of buildings and clothing worn by the powerless people must be solid. That's a nasty situation.

"If we have to get out of here and go to that city, the parking lot is only near the South Vieetfi Bridge..."

"Uh... that's, how...?

In response to a query he managed to squeeze out, Farkil answered with a different interpretation from Awellana's intentions.

"The people on the island, they have a lot of wizards, so they don't really have a car. If you look on the map, bus and truck parking is the only southern district, and there aren't many cars running, and street parking is dangerous..."

"Oh, yes..."

The girls and the driver, Medvege, make clothes and work on spreading grass in separate rooms, respectively. But in case everyone who came out in the hallway for something didn't want to hear about it, you said you'd help with the work outside.

Yesterday, the spelldoctor who went to the city with Farkill, maybe, is going to too.

... So you said it like you were kicking me out like that.

"You may want to help everyone, but if one person can survive the magic of the medical system, for that matter, there will be more lives to help. So, if anything happens, do your best to escape. Please."

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana could not find a word to give back to Farkill, who bows his head.