It's all one flower.

The outing of the demon soldier Rubel was surprisingly well authorized, but the destination was limited to the capital, Cravel.

Wear the same [flower ear] petal part on the collar (Eri) of your personal clothes as when you return home. If you hang a call from headquarters, you must return to the base.

"Good for you. Permission to leave. It's been a while since you've been out of town, hasn't it? Let's take a slow walk to the harbor."

A colleague laughs uncontrollably and slaps Rubel's shoulder casually.

Rubel, distracted by what he called him, had a carefree loving laugh on his stern face.

The two of them take each other and leave the gate of the base on the outskirts of the capital, Cravel.

Rubel's jacket pockets swelled in a pack of ten green candy bags, and colleagues hung unwanted bags on their shoulders to exchange for records.

The gate you see under the bright morning light looked different from the night you mourned your partner Mulak.

Blood stains are completely cleaned up with antidemons, and the soil ground is a beautiful thing. He seems to be wrapped in gauze around the core of his head and has no sense of reality.

... Is that really what happened...?

"When it gets late, the mesh shop gets crowded. Let's [jump] to the city gates. Cross the peninsula and go from here to there..."

The colleague did not wait for Rubel's reply either, grabbing his wrist and jumping.

After a moment of floating, he stood on a hill looking down at the gates of the capital, Cravel.

In order to combat demons and such, the capital has boundaries such as [leap] exclusion on the barrier, but once inside, it can jump on public roads, squares and other public places.

"Today's charity bazaar is the harbor park."

"Yeah. Well, it's before noon to get there,"

"They say there's a stall out there, so let's find a record while we eat something"

Six months ago air raid trails were repaired, and that's all the cobblestones are new.

The collapsed buildings are removed and the makeshift homes of the prefabricated houses are lined up with courtesy of the landlords. There were a lot of powerless people, and a lot of laundry was hanging out on a dry table in an empty space.

I can clearly tell from the clothes of the people on the road that the locals and the evacuees.

A thin door of a temporary dwelling opens, according to which a man with a thin, dirty appearance hurries somewhere.

... A powerful people would make laundry easier.

Can the powerful people of the temporary tenants not afford to take on the laundry of their neighbours, or pay for the laundry to the powerless people?

Or is there another reason Rubel can't imagine?

The locals of the people of the lake walked loosely in a proper capacity.

"I'm a charitable bazaar, and the locals are turning 80% of their sales to donations, and returning refugees get the whole thing. I'm in the corner, and don't buy him anything."

"You only brought green candy, right?

"That's good. It's convenient to trade with the people of the lake, like Rubel, and if you don't want it, they'll say no."

Restaurants along the street began to serve lunch, smelling like it was coming from all over. At the grocery store, lunch shoppers rape (or smudge) to negotiate price cuts.

A postal bike hurries ahead by ringing a bell to shoppers overflowing the driveway.

... Letters...!

Once you pass the regular route, there is censorship.

Via the hands of relatives and other people who keep secrets, I might be able to get my parents in the village of Assaete to send me the lyrics to the Summer Solstice Festival song.

... No, you can't. I don't know Cravel like that.

There are those who go to the city of Ljabina at the foot to earn money, but to the best of Rubel's knowledge, the only villagers who have ever taken to the capital are Rubel himself.

When a colleague found something interesting, he talked to me, but Rubel responded in the sky above, barely noticing the view of the city.

The square of Harbor Park is as busy as I don't think it is during the war.

The charitable bazaar store opened with many preserved foods such as old books, used clothes, dishes, gift towels, soaps, handmade accessories and cookies and other sweets and dried fruits.

Only the locals would have brought in the unwanted items.

Handcrafted, both locals and returning refugees, some of them gave signs saying, "I will replenish my magic," and some booths were just seated by powerful people. Various items that the powerless people brought in [the crystal of magic] and gave them in exchange for replenishing their magic are in the box behind them.

The colleague stopped his leg in a small booth lining up the record.

"Is there a Niptra Neumae record?

"It's not in my hand, but it might be in this box over here"

The man in the store number pointed to a tightly packed cardboard.

When the two of them tilt their necks, the older man smiles bitterly with a box attached.

"I don't remember what's in there, either, for what I kept from my friends. Can you look for it yourself?

"Really? Well, let me see."

The coworker crouched in front of the box and began to pull out one piece at a time to check.

"Me, I'll look over there."

"Yeah. Okay. I'll wait here."

Rubel put his colleagues down and rode a stream of people.

Pans and utensils, stationery such as notebooks and writing fixtures, towels, soaps, bags, used clothing, small items such as hats and gloves, toys, old books and miscellaneous items. Handmade cloth bags made by returning refugees are just right for putting in what they bought and are full of boxes of replacements.

Seems surprisingly selling, Demon Soldier Rubel was horrified while other HR (one at a time).

Some people sell materials such as small pots knitted in cranberries, pot layers, coasters, tea made by drying vanilla, substitute coffee with tampon roots, and dried herbs that become wound medicines. I also saw booths of cheap cursers such as [lights] and [furnaces], insects and plants that become the material for curses, and vendors selling specialized objects such as silver pens and breast bowls.

"Candy and newspapers, I'll exchange them. Yikes. Hunan Economic Newspapers, Lacrimalis and Amitostigma Editions"

Rubel stops at the old woman's voice and looks for a newspaper sales booth.

Neither can articles not published in censorship in Nemoralis be stopped in Lacrimaris and Amitostigma.

I wanted to see my country objectively from the outside.

"You can also read articles that aren't in the domestic edition. There's also a refugee camp evacuee interview."

We found a crowd a little further away.

Those off the wheel widen the newspaper as they walk.

Passengers paved the way for Rubel heading that way to the big crotch.

"Whatever candy you want to sunshine. One candy for some newspaper-"

Behind the old woman were several cages of green and green candy and other finely divided herbs, and there were already piles of cages.

The classy old lady has gray hair and doesn't know if she's a land people or a lake people.

The land people can't eat green and blue candy, but they can be used to exchange it with the people of the lake.

The booth was loaded with more than a newspaper outlet at the store.

"This side is the amitostigma version, the other side is the lacrimalis version. Both for the most recent week, the latest editions are two mountains at the far end of each"

Rubel only has ten grains of green and blue candy in his hand.

It is good to give them all, because they cannot be eaten by the rubels of the land people, but there are not enough four grains for each part.

An old woman of good quality is probably going to be a volunteer who informs the cheap of someone she knows who has evacuated to a foreign country.

I could deduct even more from the cheap price of breaking.

Look, shoppers are generously giving away more candy than the old lady says.

I'm worried about which version of which day to give up.

Explore your trouser pockets for anything else.

I only have one handkerchief.

... wash it and have it swapped for candy somewhere.

I headed to the fountain looking for a booth to sell candy.

Booths dealing with food are all about wild grass tea, where ingredients are available for free, mushrooms and dried mountain vegetables, baked confectionery, where many people make it in their hobbies, and dried fruit from vendors, and I don't see anyone selling candy.

Candy was often used to adjust fractions of consideration, change, etc., and was not the kind of thing that a non-confectioner deliberately made and sold.

Reaching the fountain without finding a candy sale, Rubel washed the handkerchief with [dried water] in mind.

Handkerchief in Towel Land, I just recently got it and haven't hurt it yet.

Rubel turned with a voice from one end as she made her way to the old lady's booth at the newspaper store.

"I want candy, don't you?

"I didn't bring it today because I don't need a change."

"Don't you have any of them in exchange for me?

"I haven't gotten it yet today. Excuse me."

"No, this is... sorry to bother you"

The people in the store number are shouted and gnawed at by a big, tough redhead rubel.

He answered properly, even though he looked surprised at what he wanted.

Some booths had candy but were not numbered enough or refused to trade for used handkerchiefs.

Rubel turns her back to the old woman's booth and walks to the harbor, calling around to see if there's a booth with candy.

... If vanilla or herbs are growing in the warehouse district, could you replace them just now?

I was refused an exchange for a used handkerchief, but now it was the booth of the locals who came with unwanted dishes that definitely had the candy.

"What, you want four grains? I can't eat it anyway, so I'll give it all to your brother."

My dark-haired aunt, who sells hand-woven sweaters and mufflers, replaced the used handkerchief with seven green candy grains. Rubel thanked him many times and hurried to the old woman's booth.

"One kind at a time, please, all of it"

There was still room for the Lacrimalis version, but the amitostigma version was critical and in time.

I don't want anything else.

I gave them all seventeen grains of green and blue candy and got newspapers from two countries for the last week.

Rubel slipped through the crowd wave with a bunch of newspapers and went back to the booth of record selling where his colleagues waited.

"What? You gave it all away? What do you want me to do for lunch?

"Ah...!

My colleague stunned me and realized I was doing it.

I didn't bring cash, especially because I didn't want anything.

With ten grains of green and blue candy, I could buy sandwiches at the people's shop in the lake, but the minute I found out that foreign information was available, the lunch was out of my mind.

"... I'm going back to my quarters."

"No, no, I've come this far around the corner, and I don't want to go back. I'll stay until evening. Become"

"I'm sorry about the boulder."

... I can't believe you let someone who doesn't even know your name luxury you.

"Um, well, sing me a song, too. Rubel cared about the orchestra."

"That's because I don't know the lyrics......"

I'm so sorry about the crows, such as the amateur's half-way song, which made me enjoy my meal.

The colleague looked around for a moment and turned his gaze back to Rubel.

"Bye, song and information. You bought that newspaper in the far booth, didn't you? Did anyone sell the records by the time we got there?

"Hmm... you weren't there. I went all the way to the fountain and the harbor, but I didn't."

"Oh well. Thanks. Let me hear the song over there."

"Do you really sing?

"You remember Melody, don't you?

"Yeah. Well..."

On the wind came the smell of meat and fish burning.

A colleague who didn't see the record he was looking for heads to a painting lined with food stalls.

"What are you gonna do with all those newspapers? You're selling it at a neighborhood store."

A coworker hears in a shuddered voice.

Rubel pulled some out of the bundle she held.

"Amitostigma newspapers. Because the refugee camp is detailed and he said that there are interviews with refugees..."

"Oh, so... oh! Hey, this... ugh!

The complexion of a snorted coworker changes.

Rubel also looked at the paper and breathed.

Demon Asthma Cannon Announces Magic Creature Lacrimalis Army, Findings

At the top of one side of the Hunan Economic Newspaper Amitostigma edition, an oversized font was dancing.