It's all one flower.

"Well... but not at all..."

Such disturbances did not reach any Khushchenka tailors in the estate district.

Through the supporters of his younger brother, Senator Laqueus, the majority of things are brought to Kufshenka during the day. If the inhabitants of the Eastern Barack Zone walked in such a large group of people along the estate district, the rumors are likely to spread noticeably and quickly.

The priest dropped his gaze on the tea.

"No, that's... Viola's neighbor suddenly said," I knew it was okay, and I went home. "

"Oh, what's wrong? After all, is it something you feel guilty about?

"I don't know. But I can't let the boulder send Viola back to the next room. I'm keeping it here."

"Were you?"

Kufshenka shook her head with unspeakable feelings.

At the time of Viola's case, he only took a record of one time down the street and did nothing for me to investigate later. The baby killer, too, we don't know yet. Because it was a common case in the eastern Barack area of the Ristover Autonomous Region. Regardless of the infanticide, as for Viola herself, the police can't decide whether it's a case or business, as her neighbor says.

Even when Viola, who was missing, came back, I don't even ask the person what was going on at the time of the incident, I wonder about the boulders, but Kufushenka herself did not have enough power to intervene with the police.

"Well, but it's good to be back with five satisfied bodies."

"But they haven't eaten anything since yesterday."

"Well..."

To the heavier voice of the priest, Kufshenka lost her word.

... Just sweets, I hope you eat them.

I cut it off to the employees and said it was "baby revenge" when they asked me about the situation. What did Viola think of the police response?

Police have collected the remnants of Viola's room, which became the scene of the infanticide. I mean, if you look at the neighbors, you'll know if they have anything to do with the case. Didn't the neighbor realize the possibility and turn his words back and go home?

He did not leave the realm of speculation, nor did the priest touch the matter any further.

The two go back to their minds and pack up stories about the East End disaster relief project.

Originally, the district superintendents should move more, but the leaders of the estate and rural districts, including the district superintendents, were busy with their activities in anticipation of the next election, and residents of the East End who did not come to the polling station in Loc did not seem to be in sight.

Councillor Raqueus, Khushenka's brother, is over ninety years old. My sisters and brothers are all healthy, but it's not strange when, or when, their life expectancy runs out.

It had begun to move secretly under the water for more than a decade. Factions have already been formed because the district chief, liquor store owner and iron factory manager of the Listwar Autonomous Region are seen as powerful. Blue photographs of the reconstruction from the Great Fire that struck the Autonomous Communities also went on at their initiative. After reports that Senator Laqueus disappeared from the councillor's quarters in the capital, Cravel, he began to make a stand.

There were two or three of Raqueus's supporters who showed their will to take over his turf. They will actively lend their help to the bailout business, probably because they expected the East Side to be a big layer from now on as well.

"Priest! Mr. Store Manager! Oh, my God!

An old nigger changed his blood phase and jumped into the reception room. Running in without even knocking, looking around the reception room.

"You're not even here, are you?

"Who is it?

I heard the priest rude his expression to a bad hunch. The monk breathes one, stretches his spine and answers.

"... it's Viola"

"What is it?

The monk holds his shortness of breath and curls.

"He finally ate just one treat and said he wanted vanilla tea, so when I prepared the tea and went back to your room, he was gone!

"What are all the people in the chapel?

"I say no one's seen it. I thought you must have left on your own..."

The monk said quickly in a voice rising to the wolf.

The priest and Khushchenka took their seats at the same time, partitioned with the ni monks, and searched again for them in the church. Speak up to your supporters and ask them to look around the church.

After only twenty minutes, one of the supporters ran back. There was a noise at the factory, apparently.

Kufshenka and the priest had him in a confectioner wagon car and hurried to the factory the supporters said. A confectioner's car stops in front of a factory where people could gather.

"Is this it?

Ask as the priest gets out of the car.

"Ah! Priest..."

"A girl threw herself off the factory shoreline!

One of the wild horses points to the north side of the factory and screams.

"What is the situation now?

"I'm sorry. No matter how many priests, let the outsiders pass by on their own."

From across the closed gate, the guard says sorry. He was unlocking the gates to get through the truck, and he broke into an outsider's viola and made a scene. I know it is now, but I can't help it if they say so.

"It's the north side of the factory, isn't it?

The priest flipped the hem of his clothes and ran along the long fence of the factory. Several wild horses also follow, aiming for a detailed path through between the factory and the factory.

The old Kufshenka, rubbing his mind, dropped off the priest's hindsight. The pavilion owner of the confectionery shop re-hangs the engine and turns the car north.

The autonomous community of Listwar, built for Kirkrus, has no harbour for magic machines ships, and the lake shores are all factory grounds.

One person after another enters the gap between the walls and the walls of the factory, which cannot even be called fine roads.

People who lie back and see them off to the shores of Lake Lacus peek into the back of the gap with their unspeakable faces due to anticipation and anxiety. Kufshenka and the confectioner couple also watched the priest's destination with the same expression.

The time to wait with the thought of prayer is long. The wind that went under the cloudy weather blew through warm and drove the people's sweats dry.

"Hey!"

People fade into the voices of men. The hedge surrounding the gap between the walls loosened and welcomed a man who came out like a crab.

"What do you say? You made it?

"Something critical happened! Just let me through!

Tearing apart boiling hedges, men approach confectioner wagon cars. I knocked on the driver's window and screamed to turn the car to the factory gate.

Those who come back one after the other from the gap of the fence speak of the rescue play on the lake shore. The confectioner's master let the first man out get his thumbs up and move the car.

Look at the car that's back, guards and employees open the gate.

"You're hurt, so get him to the hospital, quick!

The air in the car freezes in the employee's voice. The owner of the confectionery shop, who managed to regain his mind, broke into the premises with the guidance of an employee. Through between buildings with intricate plumbing and close to shore.

The eastern end of the factory site was surrounded by high walls with no view of the lake.

On a painted, white-painted wall, the words of prayer of the Holy Mark and Saint Kirkulus were written in blue.

"Ooh! The car, it's here!

Leading employees scream. The circle of residents and employees headed for rescue broke down. I saw Viola, the girl lying in the center of the wheel, and a priest with an escort on her thin leg, a first aid worker.

A couple of confectioners get out of the car. Kufshenka, in the back seat, unloaded a cardboard box filled with bags of finished products received at the church.

Viola seems conscious but blurred. The broken leg should hurt, but I don't see any pain in the first aid for the two of them. Numerous small tooth shapes were seeping blood into the hands and feet of the stripping.

You don't have to give this back.

An employee rushed over and held Viola in a blanket. Kufshenka welcomes the two of them with the back seat door fully open. The confectionery wagon car was full of carriages. I have to leave the luggage I was putting in the back seat.

"What the hell is all this fuss?

The factory manager came out of the office after hearing the noise. The priest explains the situation. The confectioner's husband said sorry.

"Excuse me. Luggage, I'll come and get it later. So could you please keep it?

"It's annoying, but I'm begging you."

Kufu Shenka can also be said with his head raised alongside the confectionery shop. Kufshenka's face-to-face factory manager was comfortable and gave instructions to the employee who held up Viola.

"You, enough for today, escort me to that Co hospital and report back to me tomorrow."

"Yes!

An employee with Viola in the back seat responds with her eyes shining on the factory manager's orders.

When Khushchenka offered to pay for the treatment, the wagon car ran out for St. Star's Road (at best) Listwar Hospital in the estate district.