It's all one flower.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana asked the cook for directions by giving her two plastic containers of wound medicine.

While the coup d 'état prevented the officials of the powerless people from attending work, I felt sorry for the short break from the end of lunch to the making of dinner, but the two took it on with pleasure.

"Starting this morning, a bunch of people can help me say that I've been part-time at a fixer, so I'm fine."

A female cook takes off her apron and laughs uncontrollably.

"I'm more magical, and I'm just gonna show you around, so I'll be right there."

"I haven't given orders to wait at home, and I'm sure the route we're using is still safe for the time being."

Smiled out by a male cook, the two left the gates of the Returning Refugee Center.

A thin coat flicks into the wind blowing from the lake. The cook's aunt has a spellbound coat similar to Awellana's.

Down to the observation deck at Harbor Park, my aunt narrowed her eyes.

There is only one large air defense vessel floating on the lake, no fishing boat, no freighter, no ferry moving. The day Awellana and the others arrived here, there was also no sign of the cargo attendants who looked like shorelines or warehouse streets.

The aunt shook her neck to the side and offered her her right hand. The pharmacist Awellana mounts the [Crystal of Magic] in the middle of his palm and overlays his hand.

Come on, let's go.

My aunt holds the pharmacist's hand every [crystal] and casts a [leap] spell. Following a floating feeling similar to eyesight, the landscape changed.

"This place..."

"It's a square near the gate to the south."

In the middle of the circular square, an oak was planted and a tablet (Ishizumi) erected to commemorate the end of half a century of civil unrest.

In the evening, the square was set up as a refuge for the powerless people whose return was delayed. A promenade combines the magic formations of [exorcism] and [junction], with a bench lined with Shi 'a (Azumaya) on the lawn.

"In the morning, I've got a few open houses."

My aunt dropped her voice.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana shifts her eyes from the shopping district where the shutters descend and burns memorial trees and tablets to her heart as landmarks.

There were no people in the square with only two tennis courts, or on the main street, but the car was streaming from the center of the city to the gate.

The smell of exhaust gases is as intense as the Gryage area in the factory zone. Pharmacist Awellana looked up.

They stared down at the tablet (Ishibushi) and carved it into their hearts until the signal changed twice, and they headed towards the gate of True South.

The houses are closing their armor doors tightly, but if the radio coverage is true, the attacks of the demon soldiers will be of little use to their opponents in the degree of skill in the various protections of the [Suspended Suspension Suspension (Caquez)] school hung in private houses.

What thoughts are people without escape caged in their homes and killing their breath?

Cravel had only the capital on boulders, much wider than Awellana had imagined.

... If there weren't so many people in the Nemus Liberation Army, there would be a lot of safe neighborhoods and it would be natural.

Think as the crowd walks down a constant path.

The cook's aunt said the store was open during work hours. I guess those without athe who rely on other cities are hurrying to shop and lurking their breath in cages at home again.

What is happening to purchases and employee attendance?

Like a center cook, does a powerful people jump to a gate that is still accessible, and when they go to work, they buy it from elsewhere?

The job, the school, I wonder what's going on in the hospital.

Will one win before we run out of food reserves and peace return to the city?

"State Broadcasting, from sunrise to 9: 00 a.m. and from 5: 00 p.m. to sunset, he said he wouldn't fight unless the government forces set up a fight, so the delivery truck came and the store could be opened."

"Was it? We've been running FM cravels..."

"You can listen to it this evening. Um... you start saying it around 4: 00. A little early in the morning, but since about five o'clock."

It is unclear to what extent the declaration seems to have taken into account the commuting of the Nemus Liberation Army to school, but if there were a fight during that time, those who heard the broadcast would think "the government forces ignored the lives of the people".

So many people, like that young man, align themselves with the claims of the Nemus Liberation Army.

In the first place, tailor government troops to the bad guys by letting them show a little care, even though it would have been peaceful if they hadn't had a coup or something. Noticing a cunning maneuver, Awellana felt like she had been scratched in the back of her chest with a small needle.

"Well, but the bus hasn't moved, so the powerless people can't make it to work in time, and it's no different to waiting at home."

The cook's aunt laughs bitterly.

Beginning this morning, besides the Leno storekeepers, a few returning refugees started helping, so they got pretty good at it. Awellana saw it and asked for directions thoughtfully.

Even in this hour, the train that escapes the capital is uninterrupted.

How crowded would it be if the Nemus Liberation Army declared war free? No, I probably stayed out till this time because of the traffic.

"Automobiles run out of fuel, so we're done."

My aunt drops off the train looking sorry for me.

While the shutters walked all twenty minutes down the streets of the streets, they left the gates of the True South without making contact with the pedestrians.

Outside the gate is grassland, a little further away is a small high hill, surprisingly with no prospects.

The lane to the national highway was spreading as soon as it exited the gate. A car leaving the capital also filled the opposite lane, all of which bypassed the hill and headed south.

"Fishing villages along the shore, for those who went all the way around that hill, there were villages and fields, and they delivered vegetables and stuff from there."

"Now, the roads are blocked... the cars are bad, aren't they?"

"Just hold it as long as you can [jump] and you can carry a little, but I can't really tell you how murky it is. I'm going to jump to Rachika."

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana put out another [magic crystal] and put it on the cook's palm.

"This is the East Gate of Rachka City. When I have time, I can show you to a delicious cake shop, just a bookstore, okay?

"Yes, um, I'd like a detailed map of the capital and the entire island of Nemoralis."

"I get it. Follow me."

The city of Rachka was as busy as a lie with the tense tranquility of the capital, Cravel. It's about 80% of the free-market crowd the Awellanas saw on their first day back home.

The hair of the people of the lake filling the aisles of the shopping district looked like a glowing meadow in the wake of autumn days, and the colours and black hair of the earth of the people of land somehow reminded them of the wasteland. So, just a little redhead, is it a chirping flower? Awellana remembered the big man she met in Harbor Park.

... Those guys, they seemed like locals, but are you okay?

"It's crowded for the people who fled the capital. There's plenty of them everywhere, and I hope you calm down soon."

"It's not just the capital that's in trouble."

"You guys are so much harder."

I'm sure prices are rising, too.

A square is also set up here for the same purpose as the capital, Cravel.

Unlike the capital, the benches and vegetable sculptures alternate. Pharmacist (dull) Awellana remembered twenty days of radish (rachica) sculpture on the [leap] landmark and recalled the square of the capital.

A clear picture of the oak and the tablet (Ishibushi), nodding small.

... It's okay. I can go back alone.

The figure of Awellana walking the mall with his handbag in his hand will only be visible to ordinary shoppers in this city with many lake folks.

The grocery store is full of customers and the voice of price negotiations is overheated. The shelves peering through the crevices of the pedestrian walls were pretty thin.

Amiella the needle covered me with a replacement scratch medicine plastic case, a [magic crystal] and purse in the pocket of my coat, and a small grain topaz kept from manager Leno.

"Here we are."

"Thank you. I can manage my own return."

"Are you okay?

"Yes, I'm sorry I asked you not to"

"It's okay. It's local. Well, be careful."

The cook's aunt's back quickly got lost in the shopping mall mess.