It's all one flower.

Leno and Pina help mince the remaining onions while waiting for the bread dough to ferment.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana had a mixture of two pills in the universe. It's much darker green than the magic wound pills I'm used to seeing, and it looks somewhat more effective. The viscous ointment fitted like a creature willing in a lidded plastic container.

The cooks finely chop the meat back in warm water and put it in a large pot so as to reach all the nearly 100 returning refugees.

Leno concentrated on the work so as not to think as much as possible about the movements of incoming air defensemen and government forces.

... Anyway, the country and the Nemus Liberation Army will fight regardless of what we think.

"Place and ingredients, thank you. This is concentrated wound medicine. I can't cure a fracture, but it works for bigger than normal injuries."

A pharmacist (dull) Awellana offers one dark green ointment filled in a pra container at a time.

The cooks waved their hands in front of their chests.

"No, no, that's fine. It's Mon from the bureau, anyway."

"Besides, we're commuting from somewhere else, so it's okay."

"I hope it doesn't have to be the way it needs to be."

The pharmacist Awellana thanked him many times to clear the table and turned to help cook.

Even when dinner begins, the ship has no noticeable movement.

The returning refugees, concerned about the lake stained with the sunset, finished their sleaze and ate, returning for each one.

The sun slanted and Leno looked up at the dining room ceiling, where the brightness was losing.

There were no fluorescent lights in the dining room of the Returning Refugee Centre. Maybe he hasn't pulled the electricity except for some of it.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana whispered a spell and lit [the light] on the radio handle.

"Until sixteen o'clock, I didn't have any news of FM Cravel, so I just listened to the national broadcast for a little while."

Wait for Cruillo to come back from the dishwash and Roark says as he looks at the note.

"The Nemus Liberation Army says it will do nothing to the general public, unless hostile,"

"The gates are always open."

"If you're worried, don't leave while it's bright."

Amana and Tis continued, and Leno looked around at the three of them and asked questions.

"The full-scale battle hasn't started yet?

Roark shook his head sideways.

"FM Cravel at sixteen o'clock...... official government announcement said stay away from the Capitol and the Senator's quarters, as fighting continues near the broadcasters and police stations.... If you ask me, the government would have given us information about the shelter, but you didn't say anything about the gate."

He read out the location of the shelter I noted, but the Lenos don't have a land survey. I had no idea where it was closest and couldn't decide where to go.

Roark says he pasted out a list of shelters and battle areas by the dining room door.

Where can I go safely to the gates that lead outside the refuge and capital, avoiding the battle zone? They are the same as the Lenos and have no land prospects, and the complexion of those who turn to the Returning Refugee Center is not palpable.

The elderly couple say they got part time work and went outside the center as well, but just go back and forth to the nearby workplace and center and don't know where else.

Earlier this morning, a part-time partner called the center saying, "Don't go to work because it's dangerous".

So far, the phone in a place that is not the target of the attack is safe, but it is not something that we know when the pole or exchange station will be destroyed by stray bullets and the telephone line will be physically disconnected.

Will the telephone line be safe until I get in touch with Cruillo's father?

Peek softly at your childhood brothers and sisters.

The two had wrinkled between their eyebrows and stared at Roark's note.

"Can't you get a map?

"I'm going to ask the guy at the desk later, but he seems busy and quite..."

Always prepared Roark had already given me that much thought.

... Maybe he's smarter than me.

Leno, together with Farkill, was reminded of the importance of information.

Had it not been for Farkill, who would have used the tablet device, someone might have lost their life somewhere on the journey (Michinoli) from North Zakart City to King's capital Lacrimaris.

The furkill was still in middle school.

Roark is also a high school student, but he said he left the house to check the safety of his friends as the city of Zerneau went into havoc in the Star Road Prostitute's terror.

It was this radio that brought it up then.

It was an idea that Reno didn't have at all. Even if I thought of taking something, at best, it's about food and a blanket.

Captain Solgnac was the one who, when he got the information on Roark's radio and on Farkill's tablet, asked me what it was about and decided how to act.

He is a resident of the Listver Autonomous Community, much narrower than the city of Zerneau, not to mention an adult born during half a century of civil unrest.

Subtracting the age thing, he read various things from slight information and predicted and accurately guided the results of his actions, as much as he did not think he was the same social worker.

We had information about the two of us and the captain's decision, so we could get there alive.

Right now, the lack of information is preventing everyone from going anywhere.

I don't know which broadcast to believe, the government army or the Nemus Liberation Army.

... If you were the captain, which one would you believe, radio info?

Is it okay to wait here for the ID to be reissued for the next few days?

Should I throw everything away and run away now on my own?

Neither good nor bad predictions can be read at all by Leno.

I tried to put a smile on my face, trying to reassure Tis to grab Leno's clothes, but it didn't go well just because her cheeks were weak and cramped.