It's all one flower.

Light plugs in through the gap in the curtain.

An uneasy night dawned and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana exhaled in a ho.

Seven former mobile sellers were assigned two rooms, but they are tight so they are consolidated in one room.

Two bunk beds. In the lower section were Leno's manager's brothers and sisters (today), and Cruello's and Amana's brothers and sisters (today). In the upper section, Awellana and Roark, the others, were separated and rested.

It's quiet out there.

Has there really been a coup?

Cold anxiety falls like snow on returning refugees without any information.

Last night, cafeteria staff, direct medical and bureau staff also gathered in the cafeteria to listen to Roark's radio. Time was slow, instructions could not be sought from the Agency, and staff were confused.

No matter what station the radio went with, it turned it off early because it was just a Nemus Liberation Army statement.

The Awellanas were anxious, but they slept slightly in the tranquillity and fatigue of the room, and fell asleep only for a long time.

Elantis says with anxiety in his sleepy voice.

"Breakfast...... is there?

"Don't you dare, let's go to the dining room"

Shoulder strength fell out on manager Leno's bright voice.

... You said coup is about the great people in the country, and it's none of our business... right?

I felt fine if I didn't get close to the Capitol or something, but Awellana stopped putting it in her mouth.

Fill the inner pockets and wallet of the coat with [magic crystals], the other pockets and the west porch with jewels exchanged for a thousand years of mushrooms, as much as you can, and leave the room.

... Mr. Amiela... Kalindula's home, he said, is in Cravel, but you can't go home anymore.

The West Pouch was made for me with old clothes and pieces dismantled by the needle Amiella. Her great-aunt, Kalindula, is charitable in La Crimalis, the king's capital, and some athes stay. If you're with your great-aunt, she won't have to worry.

... Captains... are you all right?

He said he would return to the autonomous community of Listwar, but the flight from Nemoralis to Nenia has been decided for a long time, and he has no prospect of reopening it.

I haven't heard anything about where and why you spend while waiting for the ship, but they have a truck. All three of them can make cranberries, and Captain Solgnac's judgment is much more accurate than Awellana's.

... I'm sure you'll be fine, right?

Wearing lots of stones, pockets aren't the only ones that are heavier.

Yesterday, I used a [revealed water mirror (Akamikami)] to verify my identity, and I was also asked to check the safety of my body.

The sisters were sorry, but the brothers who operated on the lake that day are alive. With that tool, I didn't even know where the family's fishing boat, Kofu III, was going.

Still, with clarity, we got giving up and hope at the same time, and a separation in our feelings.

"There are a lot of staff who aren't at work, and they don't deliver the ingredients, and it's not until about noon tomorrow that we can save money."

"Well, I'm a baker, so I can help you make it."

The two early departing officials, who went to work in a [leap] discipline, talked to each other forehead and received an offer from manager Leno. Pinatifida also went in to help, but elementary school Elantis is turned down by boulders.

"The kitchen here is full of big blades and magic tools."

"I'm waiting for your friend."

"You can eat first."

Two employees and Leno's manager blurred him, and Elantis pulled back reluctantly.

The dining room, about the size of the gym, is about half filled with seats.

When Roark dotted the radio, a different woman's voice flowed from yesterday.

"We are the Nemus Liberation Army. We are currently engaged with government forces in the capital, Cravel."

The dining room quiets back to the disturbing content that the pale voice tells.

"Residents, please be careful not to enter the battle zone."

Around the Capitol, Around the House of Councillors, Around the Police Station, Around the AM Station of State Broadcasting and Civil Liberties......

The sound of paper scrubbing followed by reading the current battlefield one after the other sounds like some other HR.

"Brother, how's the FM?

In one voice, the eyes of the returning refugees gathered at the Roark.

The voice of the national broadcast is so calm that I don't think there's a fight going on outside, and that's creepy to dismiss.

Roark nods and turns the picking station knob.

Was the silent station unable to get staff to work, or was the studio destroyed?

I could finally pick up the audio out of the noise and silent bandwidth.

"... yeah, well, I can't go home either..." DJ's tired voice tells the situation to a sigh of sigh. "I'm not a newscaster, but I've been going around the manuscript, and I'm going to tell you what's going on with FM Cravel."

Slippery tongues are good, but because I'm not used to it, the manuscript I read while holding onto it sometimes was more of a reality of the sight from the window of the FM station than news.

This FM Cravel bureau has a [leap] exclusion junction in anti-thief measures. In an old building dating back to half a century before the civil unrest, the art of [nesting hangings (caques)] school is multiplied and boasts a robustness that is not an exaggeration when it comes to small fortresses.

Officials can't go home, but they're safe so far.

Those in the armed forces will not break the siege from last night, but there is no noticeable movement.

The armed forces visible through the windows, from a glance, have more than forty people in the lake and twenty in the land. All the people of the land are also dressed in magical clothing, but it is unclear whether all are powerful people.

Many were armed with the ceremonies [armor] of the Knights of the former Lacus Lacrimalis kingdom and with the sword of the ceremonial weapons. There are also [armor] of civilian products worn by warcraft exterminators and uniforms of similar security companies, but it is unclear whether they are truly a profession as dressed.

It could also be lurking out of the window, and the full extent of the troops surrounding the FM Cravel is unknown.

They named themselves the "Nemus Liberation Army".

I asked for the dawn of FM Cravel, but didn't say what I would do if I didn't respond.

Seems to take it by force, but since the aim is to hold down broadcasting equipment, it seems to eliminate only officials without adding large-scale attacks that damage buildings and equipment.

The security forces of the government forces finally arrived this morning, but continued to stare at each other and had not come to battle.