It's all one flower.

As soon as he went outside the fence, the road in the upper and lower four lanes was filled with downward lanes.

... Awellana is right.

Pharmacists (dullness) of the lake people said they had [jumped] to the city of Rachka after going out to the southern hills. This place in the northwest has a sleek plain and good prospects.

The road to the city to the west and to the fishing villages to the south are crowded but ragged to the north. Only a few cars have broken through the gate with their lives at stake, heading west, turning a blind eye to see something odd in the cars of the Roarks going in the opposite direction.

Rendezvous on the road to the city of Ljabina at the eastern end saw a potpout of cars heading east.

"You're not totally sealed off."

"At least, government forces haven't sealed off"

"What?"

My father entered a two-lane road leading to the Ougari Mountains and stepped in the accelerator to glimpse the loch.

"So unexpected?

"What... because..."

"The Nemus Liberation Army seems to be mostly ex-military and active soldiers. They say more than half of them are lake people. Even if we block the gates and stop the residents from escaping, there will only be more casualties."

"So why..."

"The harbor can't be sealed off. Neither faction has yet been hunted down enough to use human shields."

My pale father's voice sounded horrible.

Is this due to my father's personal analysis, or is it the view of the extraordinary government that I have heard via Senator Padsnyjenik? I want to be sure, but I didn't have a voice.

"We have not yet been able to grasp the exact size of the Nemus Liberation Army, but so far, it has not been confirmed anywhere but in Cravel. The only battlefield is the capital."

"What? Well, the store managers..."

Roark turned around unexpectedly, but the capital, Cravel, was no longer visible.

"Take it easy. They are Fluxinus, and the people of the lake would have been there. It's not gonna be bad."

My father's story is entirely human resources.

Roark bit his back teeth and gazed at the fields flowing through the passenger seat windows.

On the ranch the sheep eat lazy grass, beyond which vegetables are planted for as long as they look over. The village, which had gathered the small houses, was pounding over there and scattered over here. It's a pastoral landscape that I don't think the capital right next door is a battlefield.

... I can't help it if I tell him.

The Pharmacist Awellana is a wizard of sufficient power.

Cruillo is also much more magical than when he was in the ruins of the city of Zerneau. His father spent more than six months before the air raid, staying in the capital city of Cravel for work and having a land survey.

The Leno managers said they were with the Cruellos.

... It's okay, right?

I manage to calm my mind and turn forward.

Under a thinly spreading gray cloud, he barely made his way through several rural areas at considerable speeds, before noon entering the Ougali Old Road, which runs east-west through the forest.

It is the same as the Lesalub ancient road on the island of Nenia, where there appear to be many stone tablets carved out of spells, but they pass by like flights.

Occasionally, a slight square-like slice of wood appears on the side of the plain. Maybe there used to be a hunter's cabin or something, but now the weeds were growing.

"Are you hungry? Drink just vegetable juice."

"... I want to go to the bathroom"

"Huh? Can't stand it? The toilet paper..."

"It's okay, it'll be all right."

My father reluctantly slowed down and pulled over to the edge.

As soon as Roark stopped, he ran over to the stone tablet. The [exorcism] spell I practiced many times to use the spell is engraved.

The ancient path took the forest west, with grey clouds and blue skies continuing thinly. There are no branches hanging on the road, and the light of day falls from the slices of the clouds.

There is, of course (of course) no appearance of a mischievous demon on the path surrounded by dark green smells.

I went a little further so as not to hang on the stone tablet and added some help.

My father waits without getting out of the car.

A man's voice reached Roark's ear when he was about to return. Turn around and clear your ears. On the wind, I got a few talking voices and a delicious smell. My stomach growls in abundance and my feet flutter.

"Roark! Where are you going! Go back now."

"It's like someone's here."

"What would you do if it was a robbery! Ride fast."

My father pulls in his face and pulls over, and Roark has no choice but to return to the passenger seat.

A familiar truck jumped into view while the speed could not be increased.

... Why are you here?

"Stop! Let's talk to those people!

"What are you asking? I'm in a hurry..."

Pass by within words.

"Look, I don't care what you think. I'm a local vendor. The hauliers may have information that the senators' teachers do not know…"

With that word my father slows down and begins to back carefully.

Roark opened the passenger seat window and embarked on himself to be his father's blind spot. Full force disease and severe palpitations.

He concealed his licence with his right hand knife and hung his voice with his left index finger on his lip.

"Hello -. Which haulier are you?

The meadow on the side of the road was square, with stone columns erected at the four corners of a man's back.

Park the truck for Ougari Old Road and four men surround the fire. Three are the people of land, and one is still a boy.

The driver of the land people nods to Roark's "shut up" signal and greets him back out loud.

"Hello -! Mon from North Zakart, but the company is burned. They're letting me do business in Rachka right now."

I sat down as the boy said something, but the elderly lake people held my shoulders and let me sit down.