It's all one flower.

"Mr. Awellana, do you have a minute?

In a room where only four people were present, Roark offered the pharmacist (dull) Awellana a pen and a notebook. Manager Leno and employee Cruello, who were about to leave the room, also stop and look suspicious.

"When my father picks me up, I'll respond in the dining room"

"What?"

"The congressman whose family is being looked after is a dozen eighty-nine, hidden Kirkurs. Please tell Mr. Kalindula or Mr. Fiarlka when you [jump] to the Wang capital to extract as much information as possible. Please."

"Mr. Roark, maybe that's why you said you were going to your family?

Cruillo turns to each body.

Roark shook his head.

"No, it's true what I said yesterday. I'm a powerless people."

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana was listening with her eyelids closed all the time, but received a notebook with her green eyes pointed at Roark.

"Okay. If I can tell you well, there is a square near the East Gate with a 20-day radish sculpture, but I'll stick a letter behind the bench closest to the gate."

"Thank you. Mr. Awellana, please don't push me."

Roark was on the radio, Awellana had a bunch of vanilla in her pocket and the four of us took her to the dining room at the Returning Refugee Center.

It's only six o'clock in the morning, and the kitchen is busy working with cooks and helpful returning refugees. Manager Leno went to help make the bread.

When the three of them sit in their usual seats and point the radio, a record-like woman's voice repeats the same story over and over again.

"This is the Nemus Liberation Army. At the direction of General Unuk Elhaia, from sunrise until 9 a.m., we will not launch an attack from us unless we take into account the lives of our citizens and are attacked by government forces. I repeat-"

It's the same as it flowed in the evening, only the time slot is different. Unilateral truce information is exactly what the pharmacist Awellana heard from the cook's aunt.

Hearing the same story three times, Roark lowered the volume of the radio.

Nobody else is there, but the dim dining room sounds surprisingly loud.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana invited and whispered.

"What do you know about Mr. Roark right now, can I ask you something?

Roark told other returning refugees as far as he knew about the Hidden Kirkurs until they came in. I told Farkill the same thing, so far, I'm sure, it's been passed on to the Fiarlkas.

I just added that my grandfather and my parents, the Belyoza family, were spared the air raid and were dead in the city of Racica.

"What I hear from my father today is about MPs. Now all I know is that I have a house in Rachka City."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. I'll go put a letter on that bench when I get additional information."

"Thank you. But please don't push me."

Let it snort, and Roark sipped the vanilla tea that Cruillo had brewed for me.

The dining room seat buries as the smell of soup thickens.

Roark's father came just before the meals began.

"Good morning, everyone. Let's go, Roark."

"Morning mesh, now what?

"I brought you a sandwich. Eat in the car."

Resist the goodness of my father's preparation.

"I heard the road was crowded everywhere, so I thought it was slower. I left my stuff in my room."

"I told you to pack."

"It's over. I'm not in elementary school..."

"Well, well, uncle. Take a cup of tea and calm down. I'll get it."

Cruillo poured vanilla tea out of a medicine can in his hand and offered it to his father as he stood.

Roark's father receives a cheap teacup, but orders him not to sit down.

"Roark, go get your stuff."

"Oh, it's not. I magically [locked] it, so if it wasn't me, I wouldn't be able to open it."

"Please, take a seat."

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana urged him, and my father reluctantly lowered his back to the bench.

"Well, I apologize for the inconvenience my son has caused you, please"

"Thank you for the cheap."

Cruello flips his magic cloak and walks away.

"I'm taking notes on the news, no problem."

The pharmacist Awellana pulls the radio in front and hides his hand from his father's eyes. I switched to FM Cravel and waited for Roark's question pretending to note the official announcement of the Nemoralis government.

"Is your senator's house that big? Or, like, temporary or something?

"It's the teacher's house. It's a very large mansion with lots of rooms. You said you didn't have to take it personally, but don't take your wings off too much."

"Hmm. Are you that rich? The teacher is from the Qin Pei (Tonerico) branch party that my father used to say?

Roark pulled out ambiguous memories and hung his cam.

My father nods and whispers into the hustle and bustle of breakfast.

"That's right. It's Dr. Padsnyejnik. It's a long name, but I'm going to take care of you. Remember, don't be rude."

"Huh? Can't it be" Senator's Teacher "?

"There are other senator teachers in the mansion all the time. You don't know who you're talking about."

"That's right... erm, Pad...?

Ask again pretending you forgot.

There was news coming from the radio that was no different from yesterday's. Maybe it's because censorship takes time.

Dr. Padsnyejnik.

"Dr. Padsnyejnik, Dr. Padsnyejnik"

I found out he was a man by name.

Repeat my father's whisper slightly louder and pass it on to Awellana.

"He's a veteran teacher with a wide face. I also ask for Rachka's inclusion in high school."

"What? Is that, commercial high school?

I'm seriously surprised and my voice flips.

Roark had no idea that he was going back to high school, etc.

My father doesn't deserve to be old.

"No. I was wondering if you and Belyoza could..."

"Why are you being such a dickhead? There's nothing you can do about it now?

With Roark's grumpy voice, the people around him lift their faces off a soup dish wondering what was going on. My father lowered his head around him with his sorry face and turned back to Roark.