It's all one flower.

The fractured Viola was discharged in two weeks.

In addition to his broken leg, he has been swept by a small warcraft and eaten a thousand times everywhere. Such a major injury, I felt like it was too soon, but I had no choice. Kufshenka settled medical expenses at the hospital desk.

On his way to church in the East End with a confectioner wagon car, Viola repeated her thanks and apologies heartily and sorry.

"Yep. Enough, don't try to die from yourself again."

"Yes......"

Viola was draped in the back seat. The confectioner's wife holds her head in the back mirror. Kufshenka held Viola's hand.

"Rest in church until your injuries heal properly."

The tailor's old woman, Kufushenka, spoke gently, but Viola did not move any hard expression like she had in mind and did not react.

... I said I can't die myself, so now I'm going to stir up my neighbor and get him killed. That's not going to happen.

After thinking about when and how to tell the example neighbor, Kufushenka couldn't say anything more. You should see how it goes for a few days and talk to the priests before you decide.

The employee, who prepared the blanket and escorted me to the hospital, apparently visited Viola's hospital room on the day off. I'm sure the factory manager was concerned about what happened after that and sent him to see how it went.

The day after the incident, the manager of the tailor, Kufshenka, and the couple of confectioners, four priests, went once again to thank the factory, handed the baked confectionery just to go to all the employees and retrieved the luggage they had left behind.

The factory manager and many employees, who learned the details, expressed sympathy for Viola.

In addition to the legs fixed with gips, Viola was also full of bandages.

The outside of the factory walls is a lake. Drowning was spared thanks to falling over the anti-wave block, but I broke my leg and couldn't move. It was attacked by a small group of warcraft lurking in the shadows of the block and scattered.

Priests, neighbors and employees descended on the outside of the fence and said they had driven away the silver scaled wormfish (Ginrinnochi cubs) that were attacking Viola with iron pipes and so on.

Magic treatments can cure fractures and ripped limb wounds beautifully, but science medicine alone will inevitably leave traces.

"You're still young, so don't be a jerk. Because the opportunity to be happy will surely come around one day. Hey?"

The confectioner's wife turns from the passenger seat and says: Viola stayed down and closed her eyes.

A wagon car entered the church grounds.

During his hospitalization, he collected a small amount of luggage, removed temporary housing and now places it in one of the church rooms.

Sympathetic people were bringing visiting items from their belongings, such as preserved food, cloth bags, old clothes and rags, to increase Viola's fortune.

"You're tired in the big room, aren't you? Spend some time alone and think slowly about what's coming."

"Mr. Viola, I'm in the next room, so don't hesitate to talk to me about anything."

Kufshenka and the old nigger hang gentle words. Viola nodded harshly, showing only what she was hearing. In the description of the sympathy item, I let him snort one at a time, but his expression remained dark.

The room reserved for Viola has a thief shelter lattice on the window, and the neighboring room is manned by a ni monk who also keeps an eye out. I also need help washing my hands. For a number of reasons, I couldn't keep my eyes off Viola for the time being.

Kufshenka and the confectioner couple went to the priest, again, with words of encouragement, to Viola.

The priest was visiting, so the three return to see how the chapel is doing.

Instead of leaving those who found other jobs, those who made bags for their homes and were satisfied, those who gave up being unfit for needlework, they were joined by those who fell into day-employment jobs and those who listened to them later, and the chapel was as full as ever.

Those who have terrible after-effects of the Great Fire, or who cannot come and move in the heat, will not even come here.

From time to time, dairy swallows raise their voices without power. Others, quiet.

People who bow down and move their needles all at once seem to be praying.

... I don't know what to do next.

If the shopping district is rebuilt, there will be more work to do for it, but in the end, it is not enough.

Men with strong arms have a working mouth on the site of immediate restoration and architecture, but they still have to supply a little more employment in relief operations until new plants and warehouses are completed.

The majority of the small town factories were burned and the zero fine president, who lived in an eastern factory and home, many died.

Currently, all that is in operation are large factories along the lake shore that have not been burned and factories that have been rebuilt by large companies whose headquarters are on Nemoralis Island and abroad and whose funds are luxurious.

Small and medium-sized managers are located in the estate districts and rural districts of the autonomous community of Listwer, but there are still many places in the process of being rebuilt. Reconstruction funding is a donation from the Kirkulus Church and others in Alton Gaza, which is quite helpful, but the lack of manpower and materials is difficult (if not difficult).

Earlier this fall, he says, the later part is expected to be completed around next spring.

Just because the factory has been rebuilt doesn't mean everyone has a job.

This is true in all factories, but there are few simple tasks that everyone works in, and many workplaces require expertise such as welding or electronic circuitry.

The Polytechnic High School resumed its classes in a makeshift school building, but the majority of the faculty and students who lived in the eastern Barack Zone had died in that fire. Training technicians is also a pressing challenge.

If automotive schools are rebuilt, there will be more licence holders for large and forklifts and a wider range of jobs.

I have a pile of headache problems, but I had to go over one by one.

... I can't help but hurry. Five, ten years ahead, and even after I die, I need to make sure the bailout goes around right.

Khushchenka, an old woman over ninety years old, gave thought to the Lystver Autonomous Region after she was gone.