It's all one flower.

"You guys sleep in this parking lot all the time? It's expensive, isn't it?

"No, port. I'm temporarily putting it on the way out now."

"Show me your license at the roadblock. If I do, I'm done."

To Captain Solgnac and the driver Medvege's answer, the funeral home Agoni put on an arm and thought.

"What is it? What are you thinking? Are you crazy going back to the harbor?

The boy soldier Morph couldn't stand the silence and spoke to the funeral parlor of the people of the lake.

Captain Solgnac said he was going to the northwest of Nemoraris Island this morning and bought food and more in Racica to prepare for it.

If you're an old wizard, I was hoping you'd tell me you were going back to the capital, but you wouldn't tell me you should pick me up from here, saying all the things that everyone would come this way from earlier.

Funeral home Agoni replied without being disturbed by his thoughts or the angry wind.

"There's been a coup, and now I'm doing a dong patch in the capital, but in the meantime, I don't even know if I'm going to jump over here. According to the case, the harbor might be in danger."

"Why?

Find a funeral parlor who doesn't like more than a captain.

Agoni answered with a dark light in her green eyes.

"Right now, Artel's air raid is lurking the ringing. If I call back the Navy... you know what I mean?

"You're saying that the harbor... is going to be a battlefield?

As Morph squeezed out his voice, not only the funeral parlor, but the captain and the old man nodded at the same time.

"So I'd like to get a map..."

"Oh, you're looking for a bookstore. What other mon do you need besides a map?

"Everything else is fine"

"It's a big city. I've seen a lot of bookstores."

Captain Solgnac and funeral parlor Agoni raised their hips at the same time, but Medvege did not move. A risen morph looks down at the old man.

"You're not going?

"Hmm? Just buy one map and we'll all go, you won't get in the way. Captain, I'll leave you alone."

"Okay. Please.... what about Morph?

"What? I'm leaving a message, too. What?

Alone with the old man, it's decided hot and painful to be knocked down. Besides, I was wondering what kind of "bookstore" I first heard of.

Captain Solniak perceived me wanting to follow. Leave the driver Medvege in the mass retailer's parking lot and the three of us head to the bookstore.

"Er, I think it was definitely that way..."

There was no stray in the footsteps of the funeral home Agoni in order to lean his neck unconvinced. Slip through the train of traffic and follow the old man of the lake people who is going further and further ahead.

On both sides of a four-lane wide road are sidewalks where street trees stand neatly and stretch evergreen branches to heaven. Various stores connected houses, and there were several places where there was a crowd (one or the other) at the store, blocking the road.

The heads of the people of the lake, similar in colour to the street trees, are all pointed towards the shop. If you look past, it's a grocery store. The voices of price negotiations were screaming and yelling, and people were killing each other.

"Oh, look, that's it"

Crossing several paths, Agoni points at the corner. I guess there are signs out there, but there aren't many letters I could read to Juvenile Soldier Morph, and I didn't know which of them I could see a lot.

The two put the morph down and go further and further.

In a crowd with many lake people, he rushed after them, almost losing sight of them.

"Right here, right here."

Agoni waves. They waited for me in front of the store.

Following the captains, we step into the store. I was overwhelmed by a smell I had never smelled and Morph's leg stopped. I don't like the smell. I feel nostalgic somewhere and it smells soothing somehow.

The captain and the funeral parlor were looking up at the ceiling and chilling. The sign hanging from the ceiling, maybe, says the type of book. With all the words Morph didn't know, he gave up looking early.

There are many bookshelves lined up in the same way as the library in the city of Zerneau, but unlike the library, there are also books loaded on the lower platform in front of it. In the quiet store, several guests stood in the aisle spreading the book.

"Oh, there it is. Over there."

To those of you who go, the Juvenile Soldier Morph also follows.

... Why so different?

The book here looked brighter than the one in the library.

Even though it's a place with lots of books in the same way, the smell and atmosphere are just different. I remember a pharmacist (dull) saying that library books are magically protected.

The two go into the back of the aisle sandwiched in a bookshelf that they clearly know is intended for children.

The colorful covers in view were lined with simple words that Morph could also understand.

The eyes of a boy soldier are nailed to a book.

The captains went to the compartment lined with thin drawer shelves, but the morphs could not move.

The book depicts blue gems against a lake background and says "All One Flower" in white letters.

... Isn't this the subject of that song? Why this book...?

Unexpectedly take it.

The contents are colored paintings and a few sentences.

It's a word I know as a painting, and I found out that the wizard is fighting something, but I can't read it all, so I don't even know the details.

Starting from a scene where fields and forests wither and human and animal carcasses roll over a desolate earth, a painting of people in need surrounding a dry well, a painting of a building larger and more splendid than the mansion of the city of Dossici, in a room as large as it is, where five men and women kneel (kneel first) in front of a man of splendid clothing sitting in a chair and a large crowd surrounds him…

Morph turned the page after only looking at the painting, wondering how bad it was to pick up a word he knew.

Five paintings travelling through the rough earth, an act where a group and five people meet on the backs of Morph's unknown creatures in a brown, dead meadow.

Among the five, the woman of the people of the lake wore the same emblem (sign) as the spelldoctor Septentorio. It is not a necklace and is worn directly on a large collar (Eri), but only one of the winged snakes has the same shape.

They healed a bunch of injured people they met and taught them something.

The five walked in the direction they pointed to, through the meadows of dead grass, and across the desert to the place where the gotten rocks rolled.

Riding the wind turning the page, the same smell as the bookstore tickles my nose.

In the rocky sky, there was one great warcraft that Morph had never seen, floating.

I don't know how they're flying without wings, but the next scene, the five of them were attacking the flying giant warcraft with swords and magic.

... Warcraft is stronger in, isn't it? Can you beat a monster like this?

Turning to the fearful page, the Warcraft fell to the ground, and the five who managed to do so were also worn out. The corner of the painting depicts a large crowd rejoicing.

The picture book was still going on.

Five people turn the remains of the Warcraft into fist-great stones with some kind of magic.

A man of the land people turned his wounded body into a rocky mountain, and the four descended into a cave made of rocky mountains underground with stones that were warcraft.

Morph, let's go home.

To Captain Solniak's voice, I almost dropped the book.

Close in a hurry and show the cover.

"Oh, that! This... ugh!

"What, boy, you want a picture book?

"No, no. This is the same title as that song!

He shook his head at Agoni and complained to the captain pointing to the title.

It was a shake that seemed to want something extra.

"A book of Fluxinus mythology..."

There was no emotion in Captain Solniak's voice, but Juvenile Soldier Morph had a cold liver at once and a bright white head.

A funeral parlor of the people of the lake peeks into Morph's hand and says:

"Self-publishing? You wrote in your belt, 'Some of your sales will go to refugee support activities.' Send it to the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association and use it to improve the living environment of refugee camps in Amitostigma."

Funeral home Agoni takes the same book stacked in front of the bookshelf and turns to pieces.

"What the hell is lyrics recruitment?

"Is this... that song...?

A captain with a rounded map looked over Agoni's shoulder and raised his voice.

"Hmm? Why do you guys fla... no, you know what?

Noticing that other guests might be suspicious, Agoni swallowed the words.

The captain says in a hard voice.

"There's a record in the truck"

"Records?"

"Let's buy this too. Morph, let's go home."