It's all one flower.

When I closed the window and turned forward, my sighs leaked.

The lanes are flowing well, but I don't know where they're headed because I don't have a land survey. Carve the geographical names of signs that sometimes flow into memory.

"You were with the people of the lake."

I look next door in my father's bitter voice. From the face of my father, who grips the handle and looks forward, the aforementioned loving laughter had disappeared.

"I'm a pharmacist at Agate Hospital. If he hadn't been here, he would have burned to death."

"Because I leave on my own. I was worried. Where have you been?

I strayed from my frustrating father and turned my gaze across the windshield. Lay low for purpose and speak only of action.

"I was in Miech District."

"What have you been up to?

"Mr. Belyoza, to see how you are..."

My father exhaled heavily, but his eyesight over the back mirror was soothing.

"I didn't have a car... but the Star Road Prostitutes were taking over the house and the police and security forces were breaking in"

"I'm sorry. I told you about putting down the supplies for the operation, but I didn't tell you the details of whose house I was going to put them in because I thought it would make you worried."

Roark was told the landmarks of the house that dawned.

My fathers seemed to have turned an extra blind eye, but I knew when I heard my mothers talking to each other that the Star's Way Prostitute would dawn on Belyoza's house.

"I couldn't say hello that day because I had them leave before dawn. I thought we'd meet at the port of Topoli."

"Halfway through the story, you're gonna be extra worried. I'm not a little kid anymore, either. I'd like you to keep your secrets from me, please?

"... well. Right. I didn't know you had so much courage and action. That's what the Diaphanes are after."

The car turned the corner.

Looks like we're headed to the west or northwest gate.

Burn the blue sign lettering in your eyes.

"I heard the road to Rachka is blocked by traffic everywhere, where are we going?

"Hmm? Yeah, once we get out of the northwest gate and use the farm road to get to the north gate"

"North Gate? Radio said there was heavy fighting and civilian casualties..."

Roark looked at his father in surprise, but didn't change his expression with his face facing forward.

"In the barrier...... downtown is right. The road outside is intact. The North Gate is sealed off, so cars rarely pass. Sometimes there's a car coming through the eastern gate."

"Weren't you going to Rachka?

"Let's go. Around the plain countryside... you know what I mean? North side of the capital."

"Hmm... I'll show you the map later"

"Ah. Through the rural areas, through the woods on the hemline of the Ougali Mountains"

"Huh? Forest? Warcraft..."

My father was amused by Roark's reaction and laughed in the back of his throat.

"There is a path at the hem of the mountain that uses the power of the terrain. They call it the Ougari Old Road, but because of the narrow road width, it's a forgotten road since automobiles became popular. It's empty enough for a local farmer to pass by with a light tiger."

"... Really?

I want to pass on this information to the Leno managers somehow, but I don't have the means.

...... I should have been given Mr. Cruillo's father's company or company phone number.

On the radio, he said the phone line was physically cut off and the broadcaster's phone wouldn't connect. When I heard that, I assumed the phone was unavailable.

But at least until yesterday, the staff of the Returning Refugee Center and the company were put in touch with Cruello's father because the line was alive.

Out-of-town calls may be different again, but I cursed my own detours, which I lost possibilities in my assumptions.

"Let's get hungry. Eat your sandwich."

My father squeezes his jaw in a paper bag on the dashboard.

I didn't feel hungry, but I couldn't take it. I rush to the unexpected weight with my hands. It also contained vegetable juice in a bottle.

"Belieoza woke up early this morning for Roark, and she was straining herself."

"... do you want some?

"No, Dad came after breakfast. Don't hesitate. Eat it all."

I couldn't eat it while driving, and along the way, I guess there's nowhere I can park my car, and I took out a chunk wrapped in oil paper.

The flow of the train becomes loose. The distant signal had turned red all the time.

Open the wrap and gobble.

"Hair... I'm pinched..."

Pinch and pull one blonde hair sticking out of the edge of the bread. My father's surprised face turned this way.

It is pulled out of the sandwich and then the ends of the hair that fall out touch the side brakes.

As Roark sighed (sighs) deeply, my father laughed with a convulsion.

"... it's not poison. Everyone will have about as many accidents."

"Well, I'll give it to you"

When I offered him a sandwich with long hair removed, my father turned to the side.

"You just ate. I don't need it."

"Ahhh."

Roark put his hair in a paper bag, re-wrapped the sandwich and put it back on the dashboard.

The train moves.

Fortunately my father stopped coming to talk to me, and I observed how the capital, Cravel, was doing.

Both sides of the four-lane road appear to be office districts, with a series of low-rise buildings. The tall items were five stories long, with more splendid buildings than the city of Zerneau.

The flow of people going down the sidewalk is fast and a rush seeps into their faces. The city within sight is intact, but you want to get into the building before the truce is over. Roark also wanted to get out of the gate as soon as possible.

"Where is this place? No gates yet?

"Are you worried? We're out of combat zone around here, so we're good. Look, there's a lot of people walking to the office, right?

Needless to say, the loose flow of cars made Roark feel restless.

Read the sign of the company name and distract yourself by looking out the window at the person who works.

... Mr. Cruillo's father's company... you said near the West Gate.

Different direction.

There were many cluttered buildings on the ground floor of the store, and guests were packed under the box (hissing). Few stores are open, and I guess arrivals tend to lag behind in this way.

It's not weird when there's a riot in panic.

With such tension, the air was tingling.

"Rachka's safe, and you can afford to live, so you don't have to worry about it."

"You know what, why don't you tell me when you get there?

"... right"

A group of five in military uniform slowly passes the sidewalk. General soldier of the Nemoralis government army. I'm hanging an automatic small gun from my shoulder, but I'm not setting it up.

When the car went through the northwest gate, it was going around 10 a.m., but I didn't have to hear a single shot. At least, the northwest of the capital, Cravel, seems to be fully under the control of government forces.