It's all one flower.

The road close to the harbor was empty, but when it joined the thick road leading to the gate, the train only moved cursorily.

"I can't believe it's crowded at this hour..."

As the pharmacist (dull) Awellana shrugged, my father nodded over the back mirror.

"It's not reported, but there was a bomb attack."

"What... huh?

When the three raised their voices at the same time, my father turned on the car radio. After truce time, they play the same classical music everywhere. Only the FM Cravel was the weather forecast, but when it was over, they started playing classical music separate from the stations occupied by the Nemus Liberation Army.

My father closed his eyes firmly and exhaled deeply, turning off the radio and looking around. The front, rear and right neighbors are much the same car, and on the left there are private houses and small shops lined up along the sidewalk. The store has shuttered down everywhere and has not walked alone.

My father saw the pharmacist of the people of the lake over the back mirror.

"There are many cars trying to escape the capital during the truce."

... Well, you know what I mean.

Cruillo did not put it in his mouth, but saw a train stretching across the windshield. I can't see the lead, but unless the signal turns red, it's moving loosely. Car proximity is critical.

Even at lunch this would have made me feel like I could not move at all if I hadn't gotten out pretty early during truce time.

... Mr. Roark, have you made it to Rachka safely?

"Three days ago... there was an explosion in a traffic train."

"Dad, that, where's the info? Where..."

"Well, listen. Because I say it in turn."

My father smiled bitterly at Cruillo and turned right forward. The car only moves at the speed at which people walk.

"My father's colleague saw me on my way to work."

The three breathed.

"The person can [jump], so I just happened to see him at the permit point, and he's safe. National Highway… the road from the East End to the Northwest Gate."

Leno took the atlas out of his luggage. Awellana and I turn the page and crawl our fingers to places like that.

"Leno, did you bring the atlas? I'm ready."

"Oh, Mr. Awellana bought this for me in Racica."

My father saw a pharmacist (dull) over his shoulder.

"Didn't you evacuate to Rachka? No way, for our kids..."

"Oh, uh, I'm not staying, and my parents are fishermen, so I'm looking for our boat and I'm searching the harbor and stuff..."

"Really?... Sure, Rachka says there are no vacant apartments right now with lots of people and low rent, and many people stay in the car in free parking... I believe in the edge of the water (eh) so we can find your parents' ship soon"

"Thank you. Uh, so, what's terrorism...?

They misled me not to distract me. As Awellana returned to the conversation, my father turned forward and continued.

"The crime scene is a long way from here and from the company house."

There is no reassuring hassle with that, and the air in the car strains. My father coughed to distract me.

"He said a car exploded in a traffic train. With a suicide bomb loaded with a ton of explosives and nails... I don't even know if there's been a crime statement, but this M.O. is rumored to be a star marking offense..."

"of the Kirkurs… fundamentalist groups…"

Cruillo groaned.

Captain Solgnac's Star Way Prostitutes are also a terrorist group that raided the city of Zerneau, but the star sign (servant) is a completely heterogeneous group.

Not only the internet news that Farkil showed us and the terrorist attacks on the city of Kardavstovau taught by Fiarlka, but the terrorist incidents perpetrated by the star's mark have long been reported in newspapers and radio in the Nemoralis Republic.

Many countries around the world have designated it as an international terrorist organization.

Only the headquartered Republic of Lanista and neighboring Republic of Artel tolerated the star sign.

... that? You knew it was a terrorism-supporting country, so you gave Artel a drone or something?

Cruillo felt indescribable that the Kirkulus countries and denominations of the Alton Gaza continent were giving (creeping) to Artel in this war. The Republic of Artel left the United Nations at the same time as after the war. On the other hand, it also provides generous humanitarian aid to the autonomous community of Listwar in the Republic of Nemoralis.

... Barbatum or something had to support it, even though there was nothing so terrible about it in the air raid.

Only then did I realize that there was credibility in the information that Artel grabbed that "demon asthma cannons are magical creatures," and that the Kirkurist countries had a sense of crisis that they would not be the return of the demons of the Three Kingdoms.

... but, you know, we didn't even know, and the great people of the country took it upon themselves...

My father breaks the painful silence and Cruillo's thought is interrupted.

"That's why I've come off truce time. We don't know how the Kirkurs got into the capital, and we're all skeptical about who else is there."

"Huh?

Earlier I heard all the surprises, and Cruillo was getting a headache.

"Uncle, does that mean that the powerless people are all suspected?

"... unfortunately"

My father answered Leno with a bitter face and smiled weakly at Cruillo.

"We have Cruello, and you, Leno, have Pina and Tis tied the magic ribbon and have the [magic crystal], so it's okay."

"But those who didn't get to say that, they're tingling, aren't they?

"Well... that's not all..."

My father cut the words and put the car in a narrow path.

It's a one-way street, no other cars, no people. He bent the corner several times with a careful handle and went out on a two-lane road. It seems this road is not in the direction of going to the gate, and few cars run down the streets lined with private houses. My father pulled out his shoulder strength and increased his speed.

"Uncle, that's not all, what...?

"Yeah. The government, the PLA and Lord Sheratan... they split on who to follow"

Cruillo remembered a young man in favor of the claims of the Nemus Liberation Army at the Returning Refugee Centre and those who nodded at him.

At that time, the people who did not let it go only saw them with bitter faces and did not develop into arguments or anything else. Neither did the Cruillos say anything to avoid trouble.

What happens if this situation prolongs and the opinions of people with no escape collide?

"So far, there's been no riots or anything, but it's not weird whenever that happens. The company decided to move the HQ function to Geatzint, and now there are [leap] employees who can carry luggage with them."

"Geatzint has a vacant property?

Cruillo asked in dismay.

"They're renting a warehouse, putting up a tent inside and using it for both the office and the company house"

"Warehouse?"

"They stopped transporting and rented a cheap place at Kalap. It would be uncomfortable to use it for off-purpose purposes, but I can't tell you how luxurious it is."

A car turns a corner and enters a street lined with low-rise buildings and condos.

The car also flowed well on this street and a large park appeared on his right. Behind the children's park with blancos and slides is a ballpark surrounded by fences. Not a single child had played, but many large luggage adults had walked.

"This park is a [jump] permit point. I'm working on my company's move from here."

Across the street from the park the apartment continued and after a short trip it turned into office buildings and shops.

"Cruillo, can [jump] now?

"Hmmm... I learned the spell, but in fact, I'm still practicing jumping..."

Cruillo scratched his cheek with his index finger.

"Looks like we're almost there?

"Hmmm... for once, I can jump close to clearly visible in front of me, but only close enough to run faster..."

"Isn't that amazing! When were you practicing like that? We can cross rivers and stuff without bridges."

Leno's eating up.

If I could have [jumped] to Cruillo, if I had been told, I would have crossed the canal more easily in the city of Zerneau.

"Tell Mr. Awellana and the curse doctor at the base, when you're hippy."

"I didn't have enough medication material..."

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana, who saw over Miller, smiled weakly, turning her green eyes away.

"Did you even take care of that? Thank you. I can't give you any hospitality in the narrow, but please take your time and go."

My father pulled over in front of a three-story apartment.

The entrance had a plate with the company name. It was the corner room upstairs that was guided.