It's all one flower.

"If it's a temple, isn't it safe?

When Roark said, everyone's eyes gathered.

"All the time on the radio, you said you were going back to theocracy, and General Unuk Elhaia is a people of the lake, right?

At the end I say to the Awellana of the people of the lake. Pharmacist (dull) Awellana nodded, but said stretching her spine so that she could hear other returning refugees with a harsh look.

"To the temple, I don't know which road is safe. And maybe it's full of locals who rely on the temple because they think so."

"Well... well. You might not have enough food or blankets."

I thought it was a good idea, but as much as I can think of for a high school student, the adults would be executing it.

My voice rose from the other table.

"Don't be a pussy. Where's the danger, you said it on the radio on purpose. Why don't we just avoid it and figure it out?

"What if it's a trap to deceive the government forces?

No one can answer that.

There are many girls who cry with annoying eyes.

Roark watched the radio with the thought that he couldn't resist.

There has been fighting between the security forces of the government forces and the Nemus Liberation Army, and the majority of the PLA side has fled, classical music has been playing long after the information.

... What am I supposed to do?

If you're joining the Nemus Liberation Army, you might want to have no ID.

They're going to tell me I don't need a powerless people, but I felt like if I gave you information about the Hidden Kirkurs moving around here outside the Autonomous Community, you'd be able to accept it.

... No, but they could kill me for "I don't trust the guy who sells my body".

Then I still felt good about it.

Anyway, there's no place for me anywhere else. If you can pass that information on to people who have enough power to change their country, that's enough.

Where it was started at a later decision, no one would have any trouble without a helpless loch.

It will not affect the future of this country.

I tell myself that, but I can't stop shivering from just now.

Roark arms up and embarked on the table, deluding the tremor.

I was in high school, went to crush the base as a flavor of guerrillas, and I've actually killed people, too. Even such a loch is so scary. It would be natural for elementary school girls to cry.

"Ladies, would you like to pray to the goddess outside for a moment?

The late part-time couple took their seats and spoke to Amana and Elantis, whose aunts cried.

From the other tables, as usual, there was criticism. The gaze stabs.

Leno store manager and Pinatifida, employee Cruillo, thanked the couple with a hospitable face and took them out of the dining room with their sisters.

Roark and Awellana, the pharmacist (dull), stay at the table and turn the radio.

With that said, the people with infants were back in the room when they received food at the counter. I'm sure he had been yelled at for crying loudly, and I thought, Roark sinked.

Anger and anger turn to the weak at times of suffering and to the weak.

Doing that won't solve the problem at all.

Immediately after the air raid, I remember it was on the banks of the canal, and Roark's chest squeaks.

People with children don't know anything about the radio.

You wouldn't even have read the foreign newspapers that the part-time couple bought.

...... the bureau people individually...... there is no hippo to say.

"Oh, uh, Mr. Awellana, me, I'm gonna go to my room for a minute, so can you watch the radio for a minute?

"Fine. Take your time."

... Oh, they thought it was the bathroom? Let's go. Let's go then.

Roark ran back to the room and whispered [key] the euphemism set by Cruillo.

"The overlooked (Praetermissa)"

Get a few copies of paper out of the bag and a pen, re-hang the [key] with the [magic crystal] and return to the dining room.

The hallway to the desk is full of people waiting in order.

Roark himself was easy for the price because there were no births or body deaths during the evacuation. I also gave up applying for temporary housing and the desk had nothing to do with it other than to receive an ID.

The other six seemed to have lost many members of their families in air raids and other cases, with death notification and inheritance procedures remaining, but no one went to the point of contact to see if that was not the case now.

... So what procedure are you in such a hurry, guys?

Think blurry while adding for.

When I retrieved the paper and pen I had placed in the hallway window frame and went back to the dining room, new news had just come in.

"This is FM Cravel. This is FM Cravel. From our headquarters studio on Oak Tree Street, we have some extraordinary news for you."

A different voice from the earlier DJ reads out the news manuscript. The Lord of Voices didn't name him, but I guess he's a newscaster for real. A returning refugee living in the dining room hears his breath dead in an unspoiled voice.

"FM Cravel is now under the protection of government forces. As of 14: 32, the shelter opened in the capital, Cravel, is as follows:"

Names such as elementary and secondary schools, public buildings and temples are read out successively. Roark hastily took note of the repeatedly read name.

Next, the battle zone and the extent of the road blockade are communicated. I have no idea where to go through for a road without a land survey, but later I tried to get officials a map and even took a note.

"The next news is scheduled for around sixteen o'clock"

Castor's voice ends and the song continues.

Roark cleaned up on another piece of paper as he listened to the quiet classical music.

a list of combat zones and shelters, that the FM Cravel has entered under the protection of government forces, and that it is information presented in that FM Cravel; Complete with the date and airtime at the end.

"Oh, if the radio isn't around while it's on the air, that's the end of it. Next time, I'll help you too."

"Thank you. Well, this..."

Thank the pharmacist (dull) Awellana honestly for her offer and hand her a copy of the paper in four pieces. Awellana took the pen out of her coat pocket and looked around the dining room by writing, "Sixteen o'clock, FM Cravel announcement".

Returning refugees left in the centre's canteen eagerly read foreign newspapers and can see Leno storekeepers kneeling (kneeling) outside the canteen and praying through the windows.

"What are the procedures for people going to the desk?

"Inheritance proceedings, I think."

Roark swallowed up the question at his place asking if Mr. Awellana needed to go.

Pharmacists of the people of the lake perceive and say:

"Mr. Roark's family, are you all safe?"

"What? Ah, yes..."

Somehow I feel sorry for myself and nod small.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana lurked her voice.

"If we have all the heirs, they can inherit the bank account and reissue the ledger at the same time. Because every financial institution needs a bureau certificate, I think you're in a hurry in time for the holidays."

"Is that what you said?"

I guess all that's left here are people who can't start the process by living apart from their families, or people whose bodies are all alive.

Wherever we're going to evacuate, we need something first.

I thought about the feelings of the people who had arrived at the desk, and Roark felt like he was out of place.

I think of it, and I call out to the kitchen.

"Uh, I'm sorry to keep you busy. If you have a tape, I'd like you to split it a little..."

"Tape? What are you doing?

The cook's aunt, who was alone in making dinner, turns only to this one face.

I wanted to paste out the radio information, and when I showed him the paper I had cleared, he split the gum tape a little bit.

"Thanks. Stick it next to the door. If someone at the bureau says anything to me, I'll make it my favorite."

"Thank you"

Roark apologized to the bureau for being unauthorized and offered his sincere thanks to his aunt in the kitchen.

As I was told, stick it on the wall by the dining room door.

With this information, who moves, how much help and vice versa? I couldn't have expected anyone to.