It's all one flower.

It was a sudden return home, but my parents and everyone in the village of Assate welcomed me to Rubel unchanged.

The red-haired rubel, for a long time, frees himself from the weight of [the enemy] and drinks bean tea and blossoms into a square mountain tale.

Military secrets are utterly unspeakable in the [constraints] of the [crossing swan] school. Of course (of course), Rubel himself was not willing to let his mouth slip, but when his father's topic extended to the defense of the demon asthma cannon, Rubel's mouth was locked.

Every time Rubel can't say anything, my mother takes it and changes the subject.

The fragrant flavor of bean tea adds to the conversation you don't love and unravels Rubel's heart.

It was only after joining the Regular Army that I learned that a drink mixed with goat's milk and honey in brown bean tea was only available in the village of Assate.

Since the opening of the war in February, Rubel had been ordered to wait at the base, even if he was given rest, without permission to return home.

... I can't believe I feel so nostalgic after less than a year.

Some single soldiers of the powerless people do not return home except for coronation because they are troublesome.

Among the soldiers gathered from all of Nemoralis and the northern part of Nenia, the bachelors and the soldiers whose houses are far away have been hit by quarters in the base, but there are many rules and cramps in the large rooms.

Those with families live in family-friendly quarters in and around the base. There you are, and they have a lot of trouble with things because of the smudges and stuff between the families.

Still, to say that we will not return home would be because the travel expenses of the powerless people and the difficulty of mobility are beyond Rubel's imagination. Otherwise, are you having a bad time with your parents for the rest of your life?

Neither did Rubel, usually not wanting to fall in love with his hometown or family, but when he was actually held in a familiar mountain from the time he came home and looked at his family, relatives, friends and neighbors, the story was different.

... I can't believe it was so sweet.

My heart keeps loosening to the sweetness and gentle palate of bean tea.

Rubel scolded herself that she had not gone home to sweeten, pointing the water subtly.

"We're at war right now, but did we do it right at the Summer Solstice Festival?

"Oh, don't be late, it's done as usual."

"Oh well. I couldn't get home this year, so I was wondering. The usual festive singing, what's it like? I thought I'd sing alone on Summer Solstice Day, but I don't remember the lyrics properly..."

Saying, Rubel got embarrassed and her cheeks cramped.

My mother laughs, "Oh, I knew you were looking for a treat."

My father also laughed a little and deliberately coughed and said.

I've been staying at the village chief's house since yesterday.

"A Riddle Survey? At a time like this?

"This is the time, that's why. People evacuated from Nenia and soldiers like you will be streamed on the radio to cheer up."

"Well... if you're investigating, what a young congressman in the city of Lyabina... I was introduced to you by the Branch Party of Qin Pi (Tonerico)."

"Heh."

I usually didn't expect the opposition's name to come out of my mother's mouth, indifferent to politics.

My father laughs bitterly.

"Yesterday we were all feasting on a rare guest. The investigation began at noon today."

Having said the banquet, there is not a single powerless people in this village of Assaite, so there is not a drop of alcohol.

Rubel didn't know what to say "booze" until he joined the army, and neither did he know that the powerless people would be drunk and worried about booze, nor that the powerless people would be able to thrive much in their primacy.

The village banquet is about everyone eating better food than usual, drinking many kinds of tea, singing, dancing and chatting...

Men and women who are proud of their flavors wave their cooking and tea arms, and cleanup is done by those who did not prepare food or tea.

Growing up thinking that was what he said, Rubel was often puzzled when he was first called to the feast of a powerless people.

... On the contrary, I was surprised at our banquet.

"The man of that investigation, a powerful people? A powerless people?

"He is a powerful people and a soprano singer in the school of [singing" Misosazai "]. He sang a lot of other songs at the banquet yesterday."

"Heh."

"Whatever it is, it's something I can say, and it's going to be broadcast for people who have fled to Lacrimaris and Amitostigma."

"Internet?"

"Oh, you said something like that. Rubel, do you know what it's like?

Instead of the bean tea my father brewed, my mother asks while pouring goat's milk.

"I also heard that foreign countries have things to say that seem convenient, and I don't know the details."

"Really? Well, we're convenient with magic, so it doesn't have to be anything."

Rubel laughed back vaguely at her laughing mother for saying so.

I was told by the general about developing and educating the Internet, but I didn't think my old parents would properly understand that I only knew blurry, too, and fled the explanation.

Since he said something that was already widespread in the Lacrimalis kingdom, the diffusion of things such as the installation of equipment would not be that difficult.

The problem is education.

The general said he would act again after the war ended, but it was the general of the day who said that he was defeated in the intelligence war by the fact that there was currently no such internet.

Better than nothing, but it was too late for Rubel to laugh bitterly. There was nothing else.

How many years will it take for the infrastructure of the Internet and the education for it to arrive here to say that newspaper delivery will not even come to this neighbouring village?

Many have the same idea as my mother.

... I'm going to have a hard time with school teachers and stuff.

There are elementary and secondary school branches in the village of Assaete, but there are no high schools. Of course (of course), college is far away.

The elderly and family of the village will teach you how to use magic, but that's all.

Few (mostly) older people say they "don't need academics" to make hunting, agriculture, a little craft, etc. in their villages and live almost self-sufficient lives. With the exception of the school teacher, Rubel, who left the military school, has the best education in the last 300 years or so. The teacher was someone else who went by [leap] from the city at the foot.

The radio is only in the village chief's house and rally point, and a few others.

With the comprehensive magazine that Rubel has brought home every vacation so far and the newspaper that he has brought home this time, how long will he know what's out there?

"Starting at lunch, do you explain that, uh, to the people in the investigation? Say hello to the village chief."

"Corner, you came home..."

My father was embarrassed when my mother pointed her mouth.

"I'm almost done explaining the rhyme.... Next year, you want to come home to the Summer Solstice Festival and sing properly, so you want to remember it right?

"Yeah. Even if you can't let me go home, so I can sing myself. Then, wherever you are, I feel connected to everyone in the village with a festive song."

In gratitude for the souvenirs, and before lunch, the villagers brought the nuts they had picked in the mountains, the potatoes in the fields, and the smoking of deer and pigs.

Rubel talks to his brothers and daughters unnaturally and waits to be able to have lunch while his brother and nephew back from the field screw him up.

The same sight of homecoming unfolded as usual, and Rubel was forgotten, during his bundle, that he was at war.

That he was sent as a security force to suppress human terrorists, not demons or warcraft.

That after Artel's declaration of war, he was reassigned to the Navy and continued to watch Artel's fighters be shot down by demonic asthma cannons in [Sovereignty].

Seeing how the city's people were devastated by the air raids, nothing could be done.

Watching the female princess of the Nenia family kill as many as eight sacrifices to intercept the great formation of fighters.

The other day, an Artel soldier pointed a gun at me...

Everything seemed like a long time ago.

It's been so warm to have a table surrounded by family for a long time.