It's all one flower.

The pharmacist Awellana opened the door to a bookstore that was as secluded as it had been forgotten. In a small store, other than Awellana, there is only one young man who reads magazines.

Seeing the information board descending from the ceiling, head straight to the map office.

I immediately found what I was looking for. Take a detailed road map book, one for the "Metropolitan Edition" and one for the "Major Road Edition of Nemoralis Island", two large maps of the major cities and roads of Nemoralis Island, three large maps of the capital and a cashier.

"Can you sell it with wound pills?

The old man in the store number opened the lid of the pra container and sniffed, and nodded when he saw the Awellana badge (today) [Thoughtful Owl].

"That's it. Oh, another book, enough for you to have a atlas. What are we gonna do?

"Um, the map is what I was asked to do, so can I have another book?

"I don't care if it's the same price as this atlas."

Wrinkled hands turned over the "Nemoralis Island Major Road Edition" atlas, pointing to cash prices.

Pharmacist Awellana took a manuscript from the new edition corner beside the register. "The art of pigeons in crystals" and "A guide to autumn weeds". Looking at the back cover, even the two books combined are a little cheaper than the atlas.

"You, what are you gonna do about buying this?

"It's for someone I know. This one's for me."

The lake people's pharmacist (dull) laughs bitterly at the old man who rounds his eyes. I'm familiar with fish and medicinal herbs, but I don't know much about edible weeds. Only seasonal patterns, spring and summer grass could be taught by the manager of Leno.

A magic book for a powerless civilian cannot be given to Roark now that he knows the circumstances. At least the Leno storekeepers alone wanted to increase their chances of surviving a little after everyone broke up.

An old man sends a bag of green and blue candy as a change.

"What? Change, can you have this?

"The medicine is thin here now, and the price is rising. You don't know that?

He looks frigid and stares at me and tells me what's going on.

"Yeah, hey, I'm from somewhere else..."

"There are a lot of injured people coming... and I don't know when that one in the capital is going to jump over here. Gearzint and farther... more to the north of the mountain."

"Everyone's anxious."

"Well. Make peace soon, or you'll be in business."

The old man shook his head sideways, for Christ's sake.

I remember the sculpture in the square, but there was no [leap] permit point from the bookstore to the square, so I walked back to the East Gate.

At the grocery store, I was given ten green candy grains and a vial of olive oil to change. There are still forty grains of candy.

... Somewhere in this city, you have Mr. Rourke's family and Mr. Carindura's home.

Roark's family was safe, but Roark himself isn't happy with it at all. He said he was going to Rachka to pass on foreign information to the MP whose family is taking care of him and give him material for peaceful negotiations.

I don't even know how far that senator will listen to his high school student, Roark, or if he can deal with him. Still, he made up his mind to go to the family of the Hidden Kirkurs with a great deal of hope.

… we just have to do what we can, when we can, as much as we can.

Amiella, the needle who gave me this handbag, could meet in the remote capital of Kalindullah and Lacrimalis, but she would not be able to come back.

Kalindula is the king's capital La Crimalis, charitable as singer Niptra Neumae. For the time being, if you stay with her, Amiella will be fine. I'm sure the Fraxinus congregation will protect it.

It was a little around fifteen o'clock when I walked out of the crowd in the mall and into the vegetable sculpture square.

There is no clearance point between here and the gate either. The big city is protected by a [leap] exclusion junction, so in the end, it's a walk.

Awellana did not stop and left the east gate of the city of Rachka. Put your handbag back on your shoulder and cast a spell painting the hill in front of Cravel's gate on your heart.

"Cross the Pengcheng and drive from here to him. Hand roll, fold, and jump onto one leg. Put yourself there."

Immediately after a fluffy sensation, I felt a drop in one step of the stairs. A foot bordered by the ground slides down the slope of the grass. I dared to fall to the slope and stop the slip, gently waking my half from the blue grass.

... I was going to get out under the hill. You can't.

Maybe he was too aware of the hill.

No injuries anywhere, thanks to a coat with a light defensive technique. I offered a prayer of gratitude for not twisting my legs on the landing and softly rose.

From the grass-covered slopes, the city of Cravel, the capital surrounded by walls, was seen from a point of view close to the birds.

Awellana tried glancing at the green eye, but the naked eye only shows how it was near the south gate. The wind from the lake was slightly damp, making the view in the distance sumptuous.

Retake the handbag, bend forward and climb the slope about time.

Looking down from the top of the hill, a wider range was put into view than earlier.

There's no way the battle is going on as far as I can see. The [telephoto] technique or binoculars may have confirmed both armies staring at each other, but Awellana did not have either.

A train escaping the capital, Cravel, flows down the national highway at the foot of the hill in the same direction. Both sides of the road were fields and pastures, but people and livestock were not visible.

The fields and ranches cover loose hillsides like patchwork, with small forests and settlements all the way away torn apart like appliqués and decorative buttons.

This hill is far from Lake Lacus, blocked by hills and we don't know what the fishing village looks like.

Far away, the lake water just glistened like a piece of glass, and I couldn't see a fishing boat in the daytime net or a Nemoralis government army air defense ship.