It's all one flower.

"Evening."

Standing in front of a small window for a response where the blue and white light leaked, the soldiers who were chatting turned in unison. Face to face within his companions, and the oldest soldier of the four rises and responds.

"Good evening. I'm a curse doctor at Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital. If anyone is injured..."

"Dr. Curse, you misplaced it. The construction guys, they went to Cravel's hospital, and they just left."

I pretended there was something for me before the soldiers opened their mouths, but they were really wounded.

Looking at the [Blue One-Winged] badge (today) raised from his neck by the spelldoctor Septentorio, the soldiers of the powerless people seem to have trusted him. The elderly soldier himself did not wear a badge (today) indicating the school, nor did he have a spell in his uniform.

"Really? If we stay here, the construction will be completed quickly and restrictions on access will be lifted."

"That's right. The big warcraft out in Masrina has been knocked down by a demon asthma cannon, and now it's regulation not to build a house or anything on its own."

The other soldiers were relaxing with tea.

I guess it is the outing of the people of the Autonomous Communities that this inspectorate is looking out for mainly now. Septentorio, a people of the lake, is clearly not a resident of the autonomous community of Listwar.

I could see why I couldn't blame him for standing in, and the spelldoctor Septentorio safely continued the conversation.

"When, is it going to be released?

The soldier silenced himself with a bitter face at the question of the spelldoctor. A young soldier sitting in the back laughs niggly.

"I was betting on that right now. I said by the end of the year, Corporal by this time next year."

"... oh, no, you see, I'm in a mess right now during the war, and the local city councilman died in an air raid by more than half, and the officials..."

The old soldier, called a corporal, glanced at the young soldier and rushed to the curse doctor.

There are not enough people at all to formulate, approve, and execute urban plans, and there are not enough experts at all, such as the [Suspended Suspension (Caquez)] school. So I guess numerous heavy machines have been put into the restoration work of the port.

Cities in the northern Nemoralis area of the island of Nenia are in a similar situation.

After half a century of civil unrest, several cities gave up rebuilding and agglomerated their populations. Otherwise, the fences surrounding the city, such as [junctions] and [exorcisms], cannot be maintained due to lack of magic. Also, I guess the same thing will be done then.

"But we're rebuilding the port of Gryage, so the city of Zerneau will rebuild it within close proximity, won't it?

"That's right, spelldoctor..."

Corporal lowers his thick brow and explains in a sighing mixture.

The restoration of the port of Grjaj was carried out through piercing work in order to rebuild the autonomous community of Listwar. The cost was covered by financial donations and relief supplies from Kirkuri countries and congregations on the Alton Gaza continent, and restoration of air strike damage and support for victims on Nemoralis Island was somewhat advanced, he said.

"The journey. Artel's declaration of war was accompanied by the salvation of the inhabitants of the Autonomous Community of Listwar. You must have moved on here because if you rebuilt from the Great Fire and improved your quality of life at the same time, Artel would have no reason to keep the war going."

"What? Was that what you said?

"We thought we were cheating on the Autonomous Communities."

As the curse doctor said, the young soldiers in the back spoke out in surprise.

"That's just what I thought, linking domestic radio with stories like the Hunan Economic Newspapers published in Amitostigma and Lacrimalis."

"Did you go to a spell doctor, a refugee camp?

"No... the big place has enough hands, so in a small place you can't call a camp..."

The internet news and videos that Farkill showed me are sources, but I don't understand telling them that I never seem to have come out of Nemoralis. When the spelldoctor Septentorio clouded the words, the soldiers were clearly dismayed.

"Is your family in a refugee camp?

"Oh, I'm not leaving here on a mission..."

"The phone line's been hit, the letters are muddy due to the lockdown on the lake, and we may have arrived safely..."

The curse doctor explained in a bright voice to the soldiers dropping their shoulders.

"A refugee girl sang with her family and friends when she wrote a poem about her desire for peace on a national health gymnastics song, which was very popular and the recording spread around the world. Those of you who heard about it say that a lot of donations have been made to UN refugee support agencies, human rights organizations in the private sector, and that life in refugee camps has improved considerably."

"Is there such a trick?

Corporal peeks into the spelldoctor's green eyes with half-hearted eyes. The other soldiers looked at each other to see what they were going to say.

The spelldoctor Septentorio thinks a little bit about where he explained it from......

I'm not familiar with it myself and I wouldn't imagine it for them, but the "internet" explanation is unlikely to be avoided. I quickly assembled the words in my head and spoke to my voice.

"Do you guys know what you call the Internet?

I said, "Oh, yeah?

Five of them said it at the same time that they heard it for the first time, tilting their necks.

"I'm not familiar with it either, but they say it's the latest communication technology in the civilized nations of science"

"Is there a refugee camp in Amitostigma?

"That's right. So..."

"It's going to be a long story. Please sit down and let me listen slowly."

"Are you sure?... Then sweeten to your words"

When the corporal nodded, the two soldiers went outside and opened the gate, and the spelldoctor Septentorio went into the jail. One of the soldiers who opened the gate also stood against the door of the filling, urging him to sit at the curse doctor of the people of the lake.

Another soldier put tea in front of a curse doctor who reluctantly lowered his hips.

"Go on, Dr. Curse."

"Thank you. Nemoralis refugees don't have the machines for it, but the support groups are showing news and so on, so they're telling us a little bit about the situation in their hometown."

"Do you have such a handy mon?

Corporal rides himself out to a small table.

"I've shown you a little too. It's a literary book or a thin plate-shaped machine that's bigger than that, but it's a wireless communication machine... and it can be carried and used near an antenna that emits radio waves."

While the soldiers toured the imagination, the spelldoctor Septentorio dampened his mouth with tea. It is not herbal tea for medicinal use, but is hopped on the sweetness of the sugar.

He sees it as understandable and tells the rest.

"I don't even know how it works, but the board records not only letters, but audio, photos, maps and footage, and you can see it over and over again later."

"The size of a manuscript, is it?

"That's right. In such a small place, the way the refugee children sang clearly looked like a movie. Of course (of course), the singing sounded like singing on my hands."

A sigh of sigh leaked from the soldiers as the spelldoctor Septentorio explained with his hands crossed.

"The internet is a high-speed communication that does not go through an exchanger, and if you are between places with its facilities, you can instantly stay in touch with countries that are much further away. The Kirkrussian nation of the Alton Gaza continent moved to support the autonomous community of Listver, also because Artel used the Internet to tell it."

"I guess that's what you said. Whatever, the Kirkulus Church moved fast..."

Corporal groans and closes his eyes firmly.

The other soldiers dropped their gaze on the cup in their hands and pulled their lips together.