It's all one flower.

A little after noon, the sky suddenly darkened.

Close your eyes to the strong wind, and when Kufushenka looks up, the bottom of the cloud, which was white until just now, is stained with disturbing colors that are likely to descend. On a slope off the road, the Miscellaneous Demon began to move vigorously.

The excavation work on the streets through the Kublum Mountains was the last day, but it would be better to withdraw before it rained.

"It's troublesome when it rains. Let's get this over with. Rewards will be given for a full day."

In the words of Kufshenka, the withdrawal work began. Messages come in order and people move fast. One light tiger after another was loaded with bags of branches, round trees and leafy soil brought down from the mountains.

"When it rains, wear this. Come and get your reward from the church."

People came down a cobblestone path that was completely beautiful. Kufshenka and Needle Salotka, a couple of confectioners, go around handing out unused garbage bags in the square on the hem.

As soon as the last one returned to the square on the hem, it rained heavily.

People coming down from the mountains run down the cobblestone path, guarding against rain with garbage bags. Some gave up getting wet and instead of showering heavy rain, walked relaxed while washing away their dirty hands and feet with dirt.

Lightning and thunder mix with the torrential rain pounding on the ground, and turbulence rushes down the footsteps.

The temperature dropped sharply and Kufushenka held her shoulders unintentionally in the cold. The pavilion owner of the confectionery shop made sure no one was left behind and got into the wagon car.

The rain knocking on the windows became so horrible that the wipers didn't chase after them and the windshield turned into a waterfall.

... I have a change of clothes at home and a towel, which is better than before, but I can't believe this happened at the end.

Kufshenka looked forward with her sinking eyes. Do we all feel the same way, only the rain sounds in the car. Jumping the paved road water hoarding, it leads you to the church in the autonomous community of Listver. The confectioner's master drove carefully and put the wagon car into the church grounds.

The four rush trash bags into the chapel instead of raincoats. The priests and the inhabitants, who were preparing their rewards, labored four men in their mouths.

"Good luck. That was tough."

"Hey, Priest, we're cars, that's fine. We're all walking..."

"I gave him a garbage bag to avoid the rain, but if it's this bad, it's gonna get wet."

A couple of confectioners laugh bitterly at the sighing mixture.

A man whose left hand finger stopped moving due to a burn grinned when he looked out the window.

"No, no, no, no. Isn't rejection physically washable?

"'Cause now there's a decent road and a ditch, and a solid house"

"Every time it rains like before, it stinks, it's dirty, and it doesn't matter."

"Just enough to get a little wet in the rain...... hey?

The women also say it orally, without resting their hands in small portions of the food they give as a reward into plastic bags.

It was really terrible before the fire.

The barack hut has a rain leak and the house that hasn't sang up the floor with crates and concrete blocks just rained a little and mud runs down to the top of the floor. The road sewing through the gap in the cabin was unpaved and muddy, the stench was terribly unclean in a district far from the public toilet, and after the rain a large number of people became ill.

Because there are no trenches, the drainage takes time and the miscellaneous demons spread (habiko).

Amiella, a needle she had previously hired, stayed in a shop in the estate district for a few days from the rainy day.

Why would he insist, so he put a blanket out to rest in the long chair at work instead of in the guest's bed, but still, at the time, it was much better than spending time at Amiella's home.

"Mr. Store Manager, you must be tired, so rest."

"We can do this here."

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Store Manager. Asina just arrived."

Talked about it, Kufshenka was drawn back to the consciousness that was about to sink into thingies.

"Asina did? What are you doing?

"What? Didn't the manager come by to see Viola?

"No? When did you get here?

When Kufshenka asked back, the woman mumbled and the old ni monk replied instead.

"Just now, come before it rains, I'm still here. I didn't have an umbrella or anything, so it's nice to meet the manager."

"That Co, skipping work... you've been here every day, too?

"No, this is my first day. Every day in the morning at the festival practice, I come..."

Kufshenka and Sarotka, Nishimon and confectioner's wife head to the back, wondering (a lot) what they came to do.

The door was closed, but there was a yelling leak in the hallway. The four look at each other, killing the footsteps and gently approaching the door.

"You're not cheating all the time! Say something!

It's Asina's voice. I can't hear Viola. Sarotka freezes. A conjectured ni monk invited a needle girl into the private room in front of him.

"I hope everyone took care of me for being a whore and gave me all these good stuff to share with!

Kufshenka nodded with the confectioner's wife and opened the door at once.

"Asina. Did you get the job you asked for?

The sound of opening the door was lost in the rain, and he didn't notice it.

As Kufshenka quietly spoke, Asina, who turned around, solidified in her intact position. He is grabbing a bloated cloth bag full on his left hand and a floral piece on his right.

Viola was getting herself up in bed and wetting her cheeks with tears.

"I don't know what to say, what's this?

"I was going to ask you to lend me a little something for sewing reference."

Asina turned to this side and stretched her spine, smiling with grandeur. Behind it, a faded viola shakes her neck sideways without even being able to speak.

"Asina, what's in that bag?

"My compliments for saving you."

"Really? I want to thank you too, so tell me your name."

"It's not a big deal, and I can't thank you enough..."

The way Kufshenka looks into her eyes, tenses her chest, and answers without staring, she looks honest if she knows nothing.

... I'm sure we'll all be fooled by this attitude.

"Asina, put your sympathy and your clothes down and come to the chapel. I cut the work early in the rain, so I don't have enough hands to prepare for the reward."

"Huh. I get it."

I responded with a lovely smile and pressed my luggage against a frightened viola.

A confectioner's wife takes Asina to the chapel. Khushchenka, who went out into the hallway, followed the two by signaling with his eyes to the nihils and urging them to go to Viola's room.