It's all one flower.

Amana looks at the giant Kroenier with surprised eyes and turns something to her brother Kruilo.

He's the manager of the magic tool shop called "Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) Nest” in this basement. The person who said she would come instead because the old lady didn't find it convenient. "

"Phew...... Magic Tool Store"

"It's the same clothes as the ladies at the lunch shop."

Amana just checked her brother's description, but Elantis slipped her mouth. Leno looks embarrassed, but the elementary school sister doesn't notice.

Chloenier turned around and grinned.

"I've noticed that a lot. I made the Lion Shop uniform."

"Wow."

Two elementary school students speak up.

Chloenier said, feeling better, pinching the skirt part a bit.

"I made this, too. I'm walking around wearing a model that says you can make this."

"Wow."

"Magic clothes, are you selling them all?

Chloenier answers the elementary Amana question honestly.

"I make clothes after I size them, so I don't have them in stock, but I make ribbons, gloves, hats and other small items."

"They traded the cranberry for a ribbon, and they traded the ribbon for a curse in another store."

Farkill also slows down and joins the story.

Around not only making magic clothes, but even procuring magic daggers and counterfeit numbers, you still just said your back-running buddies in Fiarlka.

... but I'm a former knight, and I know a curse doctor.

I can somehow imagine saying that I quit when I moved from the Knights to the Republican Army, but it was hard to understand why I became a craftsman in this place and even got my hands on the backyard.

Four people thrive on clothes stories.

Cruello looked at the needle Amiella. I guess it's because I just got caught like that this morning. He walks around with a face that doesn't float and doesn't join the conversation.

... Nothing, I'm sure it's the best, I've eaten up the story.

Cruillo looked at the end of the aisle, thinking that if a man spoke of his poor comfort, he would reject it and make a choice about the wound.

Miscellaneous shops plug into the lined streets and the chatter breaks.

Medvege made fun of the boy soldier Morph looking around uncommonly. Captain Solgnac watches over the two twitches with his eyes narrowed.

"Leno, have you made up your mind about the preserved food yet?

"Oh. Mr. Fiarlka said he'd bring it all together by the day of departure."

"It's all because of you."

That's all I'm saying, that mushroom is worth a lot.

... If it's just one bottle, can you rebuild Leno's shop?

Cruillo remembered how his and everyone else's homes would be rebuilt in their original places. Even the four people of the Autonomous Communities would be able to live in a decent house, not the original Barack Hut.

But it's all been since the war ended.

I also wonder what the first half of the video news was earlier.

The basement, where the sun did not shine, would not know the time without a clock, but it seemed like a night without seeing it, and a drunk raised a cloud in the aisle. Again, the only people who seem to drink are the powerless. From what Cruello has seen, there is no spell in the drunken's clothes, and no badge (today) is mentioned.

There are many places where the merchandise store dropped off the shutters, but the places that were closed during the day are open and the total number in operation does not seem to change much.

Amana was frightened by the drunkenness and held her brother's hand strongly. Cruillo holds his little hand back and puts his sister in his cape. Amana grabbed the end of the cape with her other hand.

Guided by the same dining room as noon, the Lion's House, they all calm their hips with a hospitable face.

It wasn't that crowded in the store.

It's not the daytime girls that go between the tables, it's the veteran aunts. He wears a simple apron dress with no decorations except spells.

"Good evening, Mr. Kroenier. It's unusual, with all these people."

"I know some of them, but Fiarlka asked me to do half of them."

My aunt is impressed and takes orders. Juvenile soldier Morph, as advised by Medvege, did not hesitate to close his eyes and point to the menu.

While waiting to cook, Cruillo wanted me to tell him the first half of that news, but somehow he couldn't listen.

... something, I think it's going to taste bad.

Look for an alternative topic, but I can't think of anything Loc, like life entanglement or worrying about the spelldoctors.

Cruillo was stunned by himself for not having a topic that would make his meal fun.

I can't remember how long this has been happening.

When I was at home, I couldn't remember what the four of my family were talking about surrounding the table. The days when the whole family laughed at stories they don't remember or love are so far away that they feel “nostalgic” at some point.

I'm not unhappy, but I don't have any notable happiness.

Dinner is delicious at the table surrounding the whole family.

Only that many normal days were lost in February of this year, not a year yet. Yet he went out of the reach of Cruello.

Anxiety, werewolves, and grief make me breathless.

The smell of the dish mixed with a clean aroma.

A teacup is placed in front of him, and Cruello looks up. The aunt at the pay giggled and explained.

"My order from Mr. Fiarlka tells you guys to serve vanilla tea at night. Tell me if you want cold."

"Ah... Oh, was I? Thank you."

Cruillo's chest was jammed with haulier Fiarluca's consideration for a good night's sleep, and the back of his nose twinkled.

Take the cup and gently taste the incense. The chest grasp is removed and he exhales unexpectedly in a ho round breath. I looked at Amana next door and relaxed their cheeks from each other.

... If Amana laughs at me, I don't have to mumble and talk.

Whatever we talked about, it was going to be tied to hard memories from February and how I can't see my father on Nemoralis Island, and Cruillo didn't want to say anything.