It's all one flower.

Today's fishing was also at the end of the noon net, and all the fishing vessels were returning to the port of Noge.

Fishermen acquire fish in bags, nets, hooked strings, etc., using the technique of [Fishing (etc.) Galaxy Bird (Pelican)]. The Republic of Nemoralis also has fishermen of powerless people, but they are not in this port on the territory of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

The old woman greeted the women who repaired the fishing nets without hindrance.

"Hey, lady. These people are visiting relatives from the city of Zerneau..."

"Oh... the fishermen of the city of Zerneau will be connected there."

"I hope you know someone."

One of your brothers squeezes his jaw (chin) to the north side of Noji Harbor and moves his groovy hand.

Three misplaced people walking in the fishing harbor were greeted with prestigious greetings by those who waved salt on the fish and cared for the fishing gear, each time the old woman lovingly returned, and the spelldoctor and needle met with surprise.

"Oh, you know, my house is totally out of touch with the fishermen... you know, sorry"

"How's the curse doctor?

"There were fishermen and their families among the patients..."

The spelldoctor Septentorio remembered the old fisherman and his daughter's pharmacist (dull) Awellana. I have no idea what happened to the other patients.

Those who have escaped so far will not be able to return to the city of Zerneau for the time being.

Through a few fishermen, they meet the people of the land who flew their boat to the northern end of the port of Noge.

"Oh, oh, if you think of anyone, aren't you the Civic Hospital curse doctor? Well done, you're safe..."

Fifty tangled men, who have seen him several times, rejoice in sneezing their burnt faces in the day.

"I'm glad you're okay, too."

"What about your little girl over there?

The fisherman's eyes are directed at the girl of the land people beside the curse doctor of the people of the lake.

"He's a burnt out child."

"Oh, you know, I'm relying on the remoteness of the city of Grom to take me as Sensei goes to the king's capital..."

The fisherman nodded sadly and again, listening to what Sarotka said all over himself.

"Either way, it's just such a hanashi. After all, Lu was in trouble. I hope the war is over soon."

When the fisherman shook his head to the side, the old woman heard.

"I heard there were other ships that had escaped, what happened to the others?

"Oh, I'm running a little fishery club business right now, and I'm paying for it with the help of dried food. There are two ships... four or five of them inside me."

The fisherman himself repairs the net.

"So many, did you help?"

The curse doctor Septentorio loosened his cheek, but the fisherman frowned.

"Whatever, the boat didn't help much.... I couldn't move just because I was close, and even though I don't know the army, there are some bureaucratic ships that were sunk..."

The fisherman looked sorry for Sarotka and said.

"What did you get so close to that you couldn't move?

"It's the shoreline. Embankment. Of the port of Gryage. When it was a fire, we tried to split it it between helping to escape to the lake and helping to keep the fire out, and when we entered the port, the ship suddenly stopped moving..."

The fisherman glances north in a creepy way.

Obscured by the barrier, the city of Zerneau, of course (), could not see the imminent Kublum Mountains.

"We came and told him not to go any further, and we picked up only the monsters we could [jump] on our own and fled offshore. Some jump with the powerless people nearby… but, well, a little"

I look sorry for the people of the lake curse doctor.

"Something like that army, to say, was a Kirkurist terrorist, but he was captured in a civil and police counterattack"

"Are you sure? Then why... did Artel send in the star sign, and then they all raided?

The colour of the fisherman's eyes changes to the spelldoctor's description and the salotka becomes smaller.

"I don't even know the details around it, but the terrorists named 'Star Road Prostitutes', and if the Artel Army knew they existed, wouldn't we all, burn them down?

Fishermen who were able to evacuate to the lake sooner apparently did not have the information available at the time. I listened still to the spelldoctor's hypothesis and shook my neck to the side.

"I don't know what it is, but I wish the war was just over... oh, we're not the only three that helped"

"What? What happened to the other ships?

"At that time, I went to the northern port of Masrina, and I fled here with you, and then I went south along the shore to Grom, to the King's Capital."

"Really?"

Not only the fisherman, but the old woman nods.

"Well, there's a limit to where you can sneak a ship..."

"If you were a relative somewhere, you'd go to that port, hey?

A fisherman waved loudly behind the spelldoctors. A dozen men and women come for a small run.

"Spelldoctor...... you're safe!

Surrounded by a group that bounced their breath and smile, the surgeon Septentorio of Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital smiled back.

There are a few faces I found out, but because they heard it was the survival of the city of Zerneau, the women hold Sarotka's hand and take her shoulders and rejoice in the safety of the strange girl.

"Oh, thank you. I'm glad you're all okay."

Sarotka gets messed up by strangers, and, bewildered, manages to talk to each other.

People were sorry to know that the spelldoctors were going to King's Capital.

"When did you get there?

"We don't care if you stay forever."

Says the old woman who provided the room, but the spelldoctor Septentorio, shook his neck to the side.

"Thank you. But I made a one-week commitment to the hospital here..."

You got three days?

"I wish you'd told me sooner."

"I could have done more of the fish we caught."

Citizen Zerneau spoken of regret.

He asked me to come to Wangdu to help the refugees.

"Really... well, take care"

"I can't help you if you help people."

"Spelldoctor, I'm telling you, I want you to deliver a letter to the people on the bureaucratic ship that went over there."

When one asks for it, the survival of the citizens of Zerneau offers me and myself. He took on pleasantly and left behind the harbor where he would receive the day he was about to lean.