It's all one flower.

Cruillo unlocks the [key] with a motto.

In front of an open door alone, a boy soldier Morph was waiting.

"Oh, oh, good morning. Are you all right?"

Managing to say with his half-sleep head, Juvenile Soldier Morph nodded with a hard look and turned his face towards the front door.

Cruillo joins hands with Amana and goes out into the hallway. The front door was closed and I didn't know what was going on in the garden.

"Some of the others, too, went back. Tell the pharmacist to help the curse doctors."

"Boy, you're safe!

Pushing back and forth, Medvege caught Morph with a full grin. With a palm, I stroke my head. Tears seeped into the old man's eyes.

"Captain and Roark, what about you?

Leno and his brothers and sisters also come out and listen with a nervous face.

"The captain is still asleep. Brother Roark, wake up, but still bawling..."

"Oh well. Then let's have breakfast."

Leno turns to the bathroom with a horrible face. Everyone else followed.

If the guerrillas are back, you better not act alone. Cruello's hands connected to Amana.

Add your help in turn and take a few people out to the dining room.

"I will eat after treatment"

"Hmm? Well, I'll be careful."

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana and Medvege return to the room to pick up the magic wound medicine.

Cruillo gave way to the girls in order and went in at the end. Finish adding for it and wash your hands with [Drinking water].

There was a scream in the hallway.

Keep the water crawling in your hands, jump out.

Amiella, the needle that came out earlier, was pressed against the wall.

"Isn't that nice? You don't want to lose it, and you don't want me to fuck you till the end."

Guerrilla's old man said, turning up the hem of Amiella's t-shirt. Amiella screams, turns her back, but she can't shake it.

"Don't get your hands on my woman!

Cruillo got blood on his head and accidentally ran his mouth. Command the water mass with powerful words and shake your arms wide. A glass of water stuck to Guerrilla's face, blocking her nose and mouth. A lowly laugh disappears from the old man's face and his hand leaves Amiela. Turning back to Cruillo, water poured into his mouth trying to say something. Old man guerrilla kneels and coughs hard.

Cruillo grabbed his wrist and ran to the front door rather than running to Amiela. Amiella makes her legs snap, but she manages to run without falling.

I heard a boy soldier morph scream from the dining room, but I couldn't afford to.

The moment they jumped out into the garden, guard Oriole returned with a [leap].

Everyone breathes at the same time.

The scent of vanilla tea chilled my head all at once.

Oriol has guard par Little on his side, but the mustache old man had no hips to bottom. Par Little's body slips off Oriol's hand. With an empty hand, he supported the guard who was on his shoulder and lay on the ground.

"Ultr."

I do look familiar in a uniform, but I don't know if it's really Ultr because I don't have a head.

With the potency of vanilla tea, my head is strangely calm.

I could understand the situation exactly, but Cruillo couldn't move.

The commercial pattern or the first one to move was the funeral parlor Agoni.

Sitting beside Par Little, pray and cast a spell to Panisea Uni Flora, goddess of the lake. A blue and white flame wraps the body and ashes it without leaving any bones.

Guard Oriol picked up a crystal about the size of a donkey from the ashes.

Agoni doesn't mind that, and Ultra-like bodies are treated as well, recovering ash and ground stained blood with [manicured water].

"Both of you, is something wrong?

I was called out by the spelldoctor Septentorio, but I couldn't say anything to Cruillo.

There is a pot on the edge of the flower bed and a bunch of vanilla is visible. Next to it lay the guard journitor of the people of the lake, and the guerrilla of the people of the lake, the guerrilla of the people of the land, not knowing if there was any magic. He's just finished treatment, and he's losing consciousness. Confirming his breathing with his belly movements, Cruillo saw the spelldoctor Septentorio with bitter thoughts.

... Why are you helping these guys?

From the sight of Cruello and Amiella, the spelldoctor turned his back on his stomach to see how Oriol was doing, wondering if he had guessed anything.

"Uh, uh... patient, do you mind if I carry you, if you help me...?

The pharmacist (dull) asks Awellana how sorry she is.

... for healers, bad guys or whatever, you're a patient if you get hurt.

Cruillo, remembering that he was a man who could speak for himself, held up the people of the lake, Journitol.

"Mr. Medvege, I'd like a foot, please. Please carry them both."

Pharmacist Awellana gives instructions with a hospitable face.

Finished processing ash and blood, Agoni came back. Oriol and I carry the guerrillas of the land people.

The needle Amiella crouched beside a pot of vanilla with a pale face and held her knee.

An old man guerrilla just walked up to the front door coughing. I fold my body into two pieces, and every time I cough hard, the water pops out, but the water ordered by Cruillo quickly returns to the back of my nose and mouth. You're losing strength in your legs, and you're about to fall down.

"What's wrong?

The curse doctor and the pharmacist (dull) simultaneously speak up and head to the front door.

Cruillo blocked the two paths with Journitol's body. The healers stop with a suspicious face. Medvege with legs also alternated between something and Cruello and a coughing guerrilla.

"... scream, didn't you hear me?

"No......"

"Well, you don't have to help me."

A guerrilla, rolling out the front door, fell into the flowerbed, coughing an unpleasant noise tangled with water and sputum.

"Uh... well, that's it. Injured, let's put him to sleep."

Tell Medvege to take it up. At the spelldoctor's lead, the wounded were transported from the front door to the third room.