It's all one flower.

"What do you mean?

The tailor's manager, Kufshenka, doubted his eyes on one side of the morning paper.

The Listwer Autonomous Region has received large quantities of support supplies from the Kirkrussian countries of the Alton Gaza continent, but paper and ink are of low priority and the number of pages has decreased significantly.

Only carefully selected information appeared on the newspaper surface, but on one side important pieces of information were treated to a large extent.

Artel Army Sowing Seeds of Windy Trees in Tuman Forest

The body and map of the island of Negna continue to convey details under the heading of the oversized font, but the tailor's wrinkly hands tremble, unable to read the fine letters.

Placing the morning paper on the table, Kufshenka removed her presbyopia and rubbed her eyebrows. Close your eyes firmly and exhale loudly. I turned again to paper, but the contents couldn't have changed, and the old woman's heart bounced ominously.

... Oh, my God.

Did the Artel Republic intend to completely destroy this island of Nainia, and Kufshenka had tremors running all over her body?

Kufshenka, who is over ninety years old, is a long-living race of a powerless people, but not far from the long-lived race of a powerful people. The vast majority of that knowledge came from books, but the books were all let go for the support project for victims in the Autonomous Communities.

The knowledge that remains within Kufshenka turns down the conduct of the Artel army as a difficult fool.

Not only do the plants of the Phantom scatter poison and kill the creatures of the world, but in the spring and autumn they pull their roots out and crawl through the earth in search of fat soil.

There is no guarantee that the bloody wind trees planted in the Tuman Forest will not cross the Kublum Mountains into the Listwar Autonomous Region. Perhaps the only seed of harmless condition in the turbulent trees was obtained from somewhere and sown in the Tuman forest, which extends to the southern part of the island of Negna.

Why do you deliberately enter the territory of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis and despise its land?

Kufshenka had no idea what the Artel government was thinking and felt like her stomach had been strangled.

Thirty years after the country was divided. In the meantime, I am reminded of how I dreamed sweetly of the work of a country that continued to hold the same faith and felt like a companion.

"Dear Saint Kirkulus Lacteus. Lights of knowledge in the eyes swallowed and blocked by darkness, and by a single light open the darkness, and lead us and them to the path of the holy stars."

Kufshenka repeatedly chanted words of prayer and managed to quell the upset.

Thirty years is a long enough time for the everlasting race for a born baby to grow up and make money on his child and nurture a new generation and ideas.

I recall that before half a century of civil unrest, many people lived with long-lived racial neighbors who lived hundreds of years and were able to capture things in the long run.

In this Listwer Autonomous Community there are many transitists, especially in the younger generation born after the civil unrest.

The inhabitants of the eastern part of the Autonomous Community had many who could not afford to think about tomorrow, and that tendency was particularly strong. Even now that a little leeway has been created, they have not lost their habit of thinking about it and the number of crimes committed has stopped high.

Like Asina, the needle she dismissed the other day, she misled and cut through the scene at a time when she solidified herself with lies and acting, working evil to feed others, but there were not many who tried to see the good eye alone.

Are there also many Kirkuls like Asina, whose country was divided and who became "Arthurians"?

Are all those who stand around wisely and believe that it is a "wise deed" to satisfy their greed even by falling into the wrong hands if they don't even find out?

Kufshenka opened the window and looked up at the sky in the courtyard.

Unlike the day I told Asina to fire me in church, there is a line of autumnal clouds in the blue sky.

Since then, no news has come in at all about where and what she's doing. Are you confused by your daily busy schedule and no one cares, or do you care about Kufushenka? People didn't say a word about lying needles.

From today on, it will be less so.

Kufshenka tightened her mind and re-hung her presbyopia.

It's been three days since the Artel Army stupidity. In the Listwer Autonomous Region, information is always slow.

According to the article, the governments of Artel and Lacrimaris released recorded footage on the Internet about this case individually, some.

There was a small "Internet" annotation on the corner of the paper.

A few leading figures in the Autonomous Region also use terminal aircraft smuggled from Artel and Lanista via third countries to communicate secretly aboard the radio waves of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

... I'm sure those people got the information faster than me... no, I guess they got it before the newspaper reporter.

Those targeting the trail of his brother, Senator Laqueus, did not tell Kufushenka about it. Kufushenka, an old woman who may not know when to pick you up, is already out of their sight, focusing on reconstruction in the East End and support for those affected.

After the raid on the Senator's quarters in the capital, Cravel, he was also no longer called to meetings of zoning projects sponsored by the district council, as he had done before.

The East End, burned down by the Great Fire, including desalination plants and sewage treatment plants, sewers, photovoltaic plants, power storage plants, roads, churches, schools and shopping district stores, was reborn into a city as beautiful as the world apart from the original Barack Street, with almost all the main infrastructure in place.

But many have lost their jobs, are unable to rebuild their lives, and are living a donation-required life.

Donations from the Kirkurus countries of the Alton Gaza continent do not know how long they will last.

People who cannot pay for private apartments and public housing live in makeshift homes in prefabricated houses, but did not hesitate to say that they will remain so forever.

If personal shops and town factories were rebuilt, there would be more work to do, but many small business owners also lost their lives or managed to escape on their own and needed reconstruction funds.

Hako in the mall is due to be completed next month, but only a handful have signed a contract to move in.

At the end of the construction rush of reconstruction special needs, the number of unemployed will increase even further. Then again, thirty years ago may be repeated.

... I wonder what the District Managers are doing?

The hakostuff was pretty neat, but life support for the residents was scarce. Managers who once took houses in shopping districts were promised priority occupancy in the newer shopping districts, but financial assistance is totally inadequate and far from rebuilding their businesses.

There was no noticeable move on the part of the administration while the Kufshenkas carried out a small support project.

Once a week, the water is boiled in a large tent to the point of instructing in laundry and bathing. Indeed, hygiene improves to such an extent that it is not even comparable to before, that illness decreases. Those who earn a small amount of money in the laundry agency also showed up, but that is not the only wax that makes life.

Kufshenka regained consciousness on paper.

From the public footage of both sides, it seems certain that the Artel Army planted a raging wind tree (Seifu) in the Tuman Forest. The Artel side also affirmed the day after Lacrimaris released the footage.

Coincidentally on that scene, the views of the two countries were at odds about the four men and the black thing they were in.

Artel's claim is that the black thing is a magical creature [demon asthma cannon] weaponized by the Nemoralis Army, and that the four men are regular Nemoralis Army soldiers who have come to collect demon asthma cannons under the guise of civilian warcraft exterminators.

In contrast, the Lacrimaris side did not determine the identity of the black thing because it had not been confirmed, and the four claimed to be civilian warcraft exterminators, severely criticizing the fact that the Artel army had broken into Kingdom territory to sow the seeds of the turbulent wind trees and fired on civilian opponents.

Although the Nemoralis government fully supports the Lacrimalis government, the article was closed with a lack of alignment within the government due to the release of an accusation video by the leader of the Asakor party of both axes and Rep. Laquéus, the representative of the Listwar Autonomous Region, that the Nemoralis army's demonic asthma cannon is a magical creature that has been converted into a weapon -.

...... Halpator.

Kufshenka filled her breasts with unexpected news of her brother's survival.

He also forgets to wipe the overflowing tears, fingering his brother's name "Lacueus" as a congressman over and over again with seeping vision. Congressman Laqueus is in a refugee camp in Amitostigma, apparently.

Older Kufshenka can't get to see him like that very much.

... but enough to say video, so if you have the internet or something to say, you can see that Co safe.

Driven by the thought of hanging each other so that the district chiefs could show it to me, I wipe my tears and get up.

The article jumped into my vision with my presbyopia re-hung.

Accusation footage...

I didn't think I could hear the wishes in the body of a congressman who made a statement to the detriment of the national interest of Nemoralis. On the contrary, he could be criticized as a spy or, at worst, imprisoned.

Kufshenka lost her strength from her knees and dropped her hips on Ston and the chair.

My heart bounced on the call bell to see how long I had been doing that.

I looked up at the clock reflexively, but there's just a white wall in the shape of a wall clock.

I managed to quell the upset with a deep breath and went out to the store.

The store clock tells me when to work. Kufshenka became the manager's face and welcomed the needle Salotka.