It's all one flower.

Rip open the mornings and regular flights of the Magic Machine ship cross the Gulf of Lazuli.

The lake water in the bay, which comes to his right hand, as its name suggests, is deep blue, but now separated by a cold, seemingly indescribable gray.

Even if it was sunny, Farkill couldn't afford to enjoy the view.

Tomorrow, the haulier Fiarlka will come to the city of Grom with a copy of the questionnaire form. The only day Farkill could move freely was today.

Leaving the port of Grom and descending across the southern edge of the Gulf of Lazuli to the opposite port of Plum, it was at a time when breakfast was ready. Smells like bread and soup from all over.

Farkill, who had done so easily on board, took out his tablet terminal and entered the city of Plame.

... Well, information... how do we collect it?

I'm good at collecting information online, but this is almost the first time I've done it in real life.

I can't take it, and at lunch, I try to listen to rumors in a shop with a lot of customers.

I still haven't seen any open stores in this time frame. When you shop, you pretend to be a public tale and listen to it from the store owner later turns around, looking for someone who might be able to listen to you.

It's still early for commuting to school, but I felt like there were very few people there.

...... Few people have evacuated from Nemoralis?

The people who go along the streets lined with small shops are all fast paced and not in an atmosphere where they can listen. Return the tumbled luggage to your shoulders and think about where you're going.

... after all, the temple...?

A uniform appeared on the edge of my vision when I tried to open the map app. Face up from the tablet terminal, a pair of police officers walk in from across the street.

... Patrol?

Determined so in a particularly hasty windless pace, Farkill approached a small run.

"Good morning, officer"

"Oh, good morning"

"Boy, are you alone?

Farkill nodded honestly.

"Yes. I just got to the harbor, and I'm going to the temple of Lord Fraxinus now, is there a shortcut?

"It's in the middle of the city. I can go either way."

"Straight west on that boulevard, so don't worry about getting lost."

The straw-haired cop and the dark-brown-haired cop reminiscent of the bakery's brothers and sisters responded casually.

"Thank you. Are you on patrol early in the morning?

"Yes, I am."

"It's tough. After all, are you on the alert for the Artel army?

Ask in a way that is nothing to avoid becoming unnatural.

"Hmm? What makes you think that?

I scratched my scorched tea head and the cop tilted his neck. My straw haired partner also turns a questionable eye to Farkill.

"Because I saw it on the news. The Artel army landed on Nenia across the bridge and said they were still near the bridge. This is an invasion, isn't it? Why won't the military get rid of me?

They looked at each other, and the straw-haired policeman answered with a small (softly) shoulder.

"As you can see, we are police officers of the Plame Municipal Police, so I don't know why the great men of the Royal Army won't take out the Artel Army."

"Really... right"

As Farkill let him drop his shoulder, the cop coughed up one and went on.

"... well, this is just what I personally think, and I really don't know if it is"

Say no, and make a reasoning.

"The Royal Army now has a front-line base on the western side of the city against the Bloody Wind Tree. So, we're doing the simultaneous extermination of the wind tree and building a defensive line."

"Defensive line?

"Oh, it's a defensive line. I'm cutting through some of Tuman's woods and laying cobblestones."

"Why not? Is it more important than taking out the Artel Army?

Somehow I can predict, but just in case, I ask questions pretending to be a child who doesn't know anything.

"That's right. It matters. If you let even one of the wind trees get away with it, you'll start sowing your own seeds and walking the next fall. If that happens, no one will be able to live on Nenia anymore."

"You'll make it, won't you?

When Farkill heard in horror, the straw-haired cop lowered his brow in regret.

"I don't know. We're a shitty police officer. Just..."

"Just what?

Looking up at the caged police officer and urging him ahead, the scorched-tea-headed police officer looked sinister and poked his partner with his elbow. If you get poked, look around quickly and whisper.

"It seems that the only Hanashi here, the [endless bags], are thin and hard to carry stone."

"Huh...?

I was seriously surprised by this.

That made me struggle scattered, but I was completely oblivious.

"Um, can't you do a truck or something instead?

"The only way through the woods is that road that opened up during this time. Trucks can't go in to the back of the woods. No spells, no nothing, no free stone, it's hard to carry them in bulk."

"But [gravity blocking]..."

"That mon, you won't last that long"

The cops all together gently wave and laugh bitterly.

... they take your hand and you can't even reach the Artel army?

In that video news, the legacy of an Artel soldier was hung on a candlestick, but the owner was a soldier from the real-life unit at the end. I could confirm that I had sown the seeds of the wind tree, but I didn't know how many it was all or where the other troops had sown it.

"Oh well... right? May extermination not be in time for next fall?

Straw hair shakes her neck sideways to Farkill's honest anxiety.

"We don't know. Why, how many seeds did you sow?"

"I just told you, don't trust me if I'm telling you the truth. I'm with you whether you ask me or not."

The scorched teahead frowned with his eyes facing west.

"As opposed to next fall, where the defensive line is completed by spring, pollen and scents cannot be prevented. Even I want to run away without a job."

"Come on... well, boy, you're going to be careful"

Straw hair grinned bitterly, placing her hand on Farkill's shoulder.

"Yes, thank you. Sorry to interrupt the patrol."

"Hey, that's okay."

Waving apart, Farkill headed west on the taught boulevard.