It's all one flower.

"Welcome home, Store Manager"

A needle apprentice greets Khushchenka back to the tailor. Kufshenka's manager told the needle apprentice as he opened the door to his home in the back of the store.

"I'm home, Sarotka. We're going to be a little late today, so have dinner first and stay with us tonight."

"What, but..."

The needle apprentice Sarotka anxiously clouds the eyes of the colour of the earth and trembles his voice. Kufshenka just went in the back and spoke from the kitchen.

"I think I'll be home by bedtime, but I don't know what time it will be, because the night lane is dangerous. I'm a car, I'm fine."

First, give the needle apprentice Salotka a loaf of sturdy bread, dried fruit and canned soup. Sarotka placed the preserved food on the workbench and gazed at the visitors.

Kufshenka doesn't mind the needle, but she goes back to the kitchen and sees the paper bags with the ancient newspapers separated by month.

... If it's too much, the doctor will be in trouble.

As I remember, the oldest one was early June and now it's September. Remove only Monday's portion within about three months. It was slightly heavier on the old woman's arm when she put it in a cloth bag made by Sarotka in practice.

When he returned to the store, Sarotka and the newspaper rushed over to lend him a hand.

Kufshenka left the store without locking the door of her home, asking Sarotka to leave a message and telling her to sleep first in the back if Kufshenka was going to be too late.

... Even if I'm late, I'm sure that kid won't shy away like Amiela and go to the back.

I have found out in the last few months that Sarotka is the daughter who says so. I was pleased with that honesty, but I was sorry it would be like sleeping on the floor of a store.

A newspaper wagon car enters the square in front of the street.

Just a short while ago, we loaded light tigers with shrubs, leafy soil, fallen branches and spreading grass (Tsukusa) cut out of the mountains here. It switched to limp air as per the calendar, and now it's cool that summer day is like a lie.

"The house where the injured in this neighborhood are, I rang around from one end to the other, so..."

"That's a lot of people."

When the young man carrying Kufshenka said and caged his mouth in a bad-looking voice of a bat, a newspaperman with a week's worth of ancient newspapers raised his fed up voice when he looked forward.

Climb the cobblestone slopes to the mountains laid in the groves and continue on the curved slopes sewing the wooden trees.

Running east and west through the middle belly into the almost straight street, I saw the rear of the queue.

As the five men who came with a reward for the spelldoctor tried to move forward, several near the tail turned simultaneously to the eye of criticism.

"In order."

"I brought you an ancient newspaper to pay for Sensei."

"Then give me one last time. In order, the healed one descends the mountain, and for that matter, the sensei goes east."

"When the sun goes down in this place..."

A woman seeping blood into the bandage of the good turns a frightened eye to a thing that cringes in the darkness of the servant. Now I still have the sun, so I don't take shape, but if it's night, I'll gain strength, maybe I'll cross the guard of this road.

The five, who had no basis to dispel that anxiety, looked at each other and decided to wait here for the order.

One after the other those who have finished their treatment return with a clear smile.

"My brother was the first, why didn't he come? You left first?

If the water-drinkers had gone back, I would have known, but none could have answered the young man's question.

Kufshenka and the others lower their hips to a limp cobblestone and patiently wait for the order to come around.

"If you say it too much, you might find them with the star sign, so we just rang out that we might be able to stop it."

An elderly man whispers.

... so this number...? Looks like you failed to stop talking.

If the half-way number is healed, it is obvious that those who were not treated will speak to the members of the Star's Sign.

Even if the pause goes clever and nobody snitches, it's what I'm telling you to find out from it if anyone who was in a tough state until this morning is kellogging.

The autumn day is early and the position of the tree leakage day varies from piece to piece.

The wounded healers leave the streets of the mountains early. If the sun goes down, cluttered demons and demons gain momentum. I smell the smell of blood, and I don't even know when the Warcraft will show up.

Kufshenka rubbed the shoulder of the autumn coat.

"Sit down all the time, it's cold and my back hurts, so let's just relax a little over there."

The newspaperman stood up and gave Kufushenka a hand.

A young man gave a bag of ancient newspapers to an old man and ran forward.

"Me, I'm not hurt, 'cause I'm just gonna see how it goes!

I run west to the side of people screaming. The road was only about as wide as an adult spread his arms, but one side was open to let the returnees through, and the figure of the young man quickly became invisible.

"Well, I know what your brother cares about."

The men who picked up firewood nodded with a translator's face and headed back east a little. Kufushenka also walked to a little square where a stone tablet with a signpost (Michishibe) was erected, supported by a newspaper shop.

A woman at the rear looks anxiously at this one and stands and looks up at the sky.

The four men in the square also looked up to heaven. The thin cloudy expansive sky was still bright, but not as powerful as summer. Still, I was relieved to get out of the shadows of the trees and be exposed to the sun.

"Oh, uh, guys, why don't we head back east a little bit? Stay a little closer to the city while you wait..."

To the voice of the woman at the rear of the line, people look up at the sky simultaneously peeking through the gaps in the branches. One breath down and some got up. As the woman turned again and again, she returned to the square where the Kufushenkas were located, and the others lifted their hips one after the other, turning back.

After the zoning, street lights were installed in parallel with the new construction of the road, and the night in the East End, which was a messy Barack zone, became as bright as the estate district.

Regardless, it is impossible to illuminate the entire city, more in dark places, but at least within reach of the street lights, the miscellaneous demons don't come by reluctantly.

The spelldoctor won't know what's going on in the Autonomous Community, but he won't move the patient line forward, and he's going toward the city because he thinks it's safe to go home.

A little closer to the city before sundown.

There is no reason for a woman at the rear to be anxious. You smelled the blood, or a cluttered demon as thin as a dirty fog looms to the edge of the cobblestone. The people of the city waited in silent prayer for the order.

From what I've seen, her wounds are not life-threatening right now. You must want to go back to where the street lights are at least before sundown, even if you were out of time and couldn't get treatment.

... I guess I just threw Amiella out to a place like this by myself.

Buried in dust and fallen leaves, covered in servitude, he may have lost sight of the way.

Clothes hung with various defensive techniques, a talisman sewn on a rucksack, and a [exorcism] talisman - I'm sure it's okay because I let you have all the magical objects I kept from my best friend Frisian theme, but I thought about the meticulousness of the needle, and now regret pushed me over.

A few people come back together.

The stretcher continues on the man with the bandage who was there. An earlier young man was escorting him.

"The guy who was seriously injured suddenly told me not to move, and I was resting."

The young man's eyes were red, but he said with a sunny smile.

"She says you can sleep for a couple of days, but when you get suspicious, it's me. For the time being, I'll let you rest at home."

"Right. Good."

"Well, let's get back to it soon"

The men I picked up firewood with smile back at the young man.

The young man thanked Kufushenka and the newspaper store by re-holding a folded cardboard box and a garbage bag.

"Thanks for your help. Thank you. So, um..."

"Don't go home first. No need to stay long. If you want to be benevolent, just give it back to me sometime else."

A newspaperman gently turns down and shakes his head for the ancient newspaper he brought as a reward for the spelldoctor. A boy very similar to a young man on a stretcher thanked him many times and the adults who carried him smiled.

"I'll give you this, and you can leave the manager to me on the way home. You guys go home now."

An old man who kept a bag of ancient newspapers slaps a young man on the shoulder and sends out a stretcher. The three waved off until they were invisible.