It's all one flower.

In an indescribable mood, Cruillo, along with Medvege, transported the third wounded to the hospital room. Six beds are already half filled.

... these guys too, what will they do when they wake up.

After all, I lay the guerrillas of the land people in bed with the complicated thought that I could not trust the guerrillas.

I wonder who the client is and gently turn to one sleeping pillow from the beginning. There was a faint sleeping face of a powerful people's clive.

Slightly hoarse, nodding with Medvege.

"I'm glad this indifferent wizard and the guards of the people of that lake are still the ones who can talk."

"Right."

"I hear the captain and that boy are safe, too. Wouldn't that be a good idea?"

"... I hope this reduces air raids"

I'm not willing to blame them for going to crush Artel's air base instead of the regular army.

Cruillo's stomach ached over his too mushy thoughts, distracting him from the sleeping face of Creve.

Quite late, the funeral parlor Agoni came in. Support the man who lost one arm and let him sit in the next bed.

Septentorio, the curse physician of the people of the lake, once again turned to see what other patients were doing. Finally, stand before the man who lost one arm and declare.

"Because of the large number of missing parts, it cannot be restored with my [blue wings]."

"What? Well, what..."

A guerrilla of the land people hears that her pale complexion was even worse with massive bleeding.

"The curse doctor! The manager is in trouble! Come here right now!

As the boy soldier Morph jumps into the room, he grabs the spelldoctor's hand and pulls it. Spelldoctor Septentorio asked Morph, distracting himself from the guerrilla.

"The manager...? What's the matter, sir?

"It's not about breakfast, hurry up!

Morph doesn't even respond to Locke and takes the spelldoctor. A one-armed guerrilla stood up vigorously to stop him. As soon as you get dizzy, fall into bed. A funeral parlor of the people of the lake made them take off their guerrilla shoes, pull their feet and put them on the bed.

"Oh, yeah. Old man at the funeral parlor, Mr. Olyor is calling in the garden."

Juvenile soldier Morph, looking back at the door and saying all that, pulls the spelldoctor's hand and runs down the hallway. Cruillo did not think, and met Medvege face to face.

Earlier, in Cruillo and Medvege, in the funeral parlor Agoni and in the guard Oriole, the wounded were brought here, once out of the garden, where they could not regain consciousness after completing their treatment.

The third remained unconscious, but the man who had lost one arm was awake.

"Well, that's enough for me."

Oriol said lightly and went behind the corridor. Funeral home Agoni lent a shoulder to a one-armed guerrilla by herself and brought her to the hospital room.

The three had no idea when guard Oriol had left for the garden.

"What the hell?

There were still ladies in the garden.

"What? Oh, yeah, you did"

Asked by Medvege, Cruillo nodded unexpectedly. I'm curious about what happened to Leno, but if the spell doctor Septentorio and the boy soldier Morph went, maybe, we'll figure it out.

In addition, there is not only the pharmacist Awellana and the needle Amiella in the garden, but also the old man Guerrilla who attacked Amiella. Not to mention a small amount of water poured into the guerrilla's lungs to prevent it from moving properly. But it's a bad idea to leave just the three of us on a boulder.

Cruillo bit his teeth at his own detours.

"I have a bad feeling. Let's go."

Medvege slapped him on the shoulder and Cruillo ran to the garden with the funeral home Agoni and the three of us.

Pharmacist Awellana and needle Amiela were safe. On the edge of the same flowerbed as earlier, he is holding his knee and bowing.

"The funeral parlor. Here, here."

At the mandarin of the garden, guard Oriole waved in a glimpse. A funeral parlor called, steps forward and stops.

There is a fleshy mountain beneath Oriol's feet. With the wreckage of his clothes, he could peek that it was the fruit of a guerrilla that had barely struck Amiela.

The two women are silently leaning down.

"The enemy is dead, it's all right now."

"The enemy, even a spy, got in?

Security guard Oriol shook his head at Medvege's inquiry.

"It's not such a good thing. It's free stuff."

Meat chunks are large for one person. How many did Orioles end up as enemies?

Cruillo was relieved, unable to move any further.

Funeral home Agoni retreats and moves on.

"Uh... ladies, it's time for you to get in, it's hot"

Medvege called me, and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana raised her face. Chant [manicured water] with a trembling voice and re-boil the contents of the kettle.

The wind from the woods scattered the scent and sent him to the bloody garden. Fragrance can't override the smell of blood, drifting mixed together.

Pharmacist Awellana loaned her shoulder to Amiela the needle to stand up as guard Oriole deflected her attention from where she stood.

"Er... don't you dare go to the bedroom"

Couldn't think of any other place to be safe, and Cruillo urged the two of them.

Passing in front of the dining room, the spelldoctor Septentorio was given a bunch of vanilla. Cruillo receives silently and peeks inside.

There is no one else but the spell doctor.

"Um... everyone...?

"Bedroom."

The intense aroma of vanilla tea is in place, but there was no smell of baking bread.