It's all one flower.

Boy soldier Morph stood by the road just outside the west gate. Put up a "FM Cravel Extraordinary News On Broadcast" sign and call the driver who escapes the capital Cravel to receive it.

Even though it's a sign, it's just a crude piece of cardboard with a bunch of copies of paper attached to it and a big book with magic.

An event truck borrowed from the State Broadcasting Zerneau branch has stopped blocking a detailed road to the north. Captain Solgnac supported the antenna on the roof of the carrier.

In the attendant's office inside, Jorch, a state-owned broadcast announcer, reads the news. The content is for both those who stay in the capital and those who escape.

DJ Rafe called for reception yesterday and early this morning around the neighborhood near the West Gate, and only came back an hour after the broadcast began. It is now stretched on the carrier.

Medvege grabbed the handle so that he could escape at any time, and the funeral home Agoni was watching in the gate. People and cars are constantly thrown out of the West Gate.

... Pinnas, are you listening to me?

Juvenile soldier Morph gazes at whether there is a known face in the train escaping the capital.

The generator is fully operational, but there is no noise like when the wizard employee Cruillo used it. Because the announcer, Jorch, did the [silencing] thing. I didn't know there was such handy magic.

... That haulier, he came all the way to the corner island of Nemoralis, so he didn't go to Racica or anything, and I wish he'd taken the Pinas out of the capital.

He said that he had met and talked with Awellana, the pharmacist of the people of the lake in Wang Du. Let that pharmacist guide you, and you'll know where Pina and the others will be in the company house.

... Why didn't the pharmacist ask the haulier?

I don't get the information, don't you know about terrorism and the coup?

A few days ago the funeral parlor old man and news old man, DJ Leif, left Amitostigma newspapers all over the capital. Haven't the Pinas read it?

... No, no, no... whether you're not doing it on the radio or watching the paper, you're definitely telling me when the hauliers meet.

Stretch the arm that came down, shake it a little and appeal to the driver.

Joorci, who reads the news, is the national broadcast announcer for the real thing. A veteran, the majority of the people know his voice. Immediately after the coup d 'état, the capital's national broadcasting and civil liberation service was subdued by the Nemus Liberation Army, and the only broadcaster the government could control was FM Cravel.

The average person who hears the extraordinary broadcast will think it is an official government announcement without any doubt.

Juvenile soldier Morph looked at the roof of the cargo deck.

The FM Cravel antenna was not molded properly and could not be removed from the antenna hole in the attendant's ceiling. The antenna, which had originally been loaded, had been left at the State Broadcasting Zerno branch.

Pulling the cord out of the attendant's room window into the driver's seat window, the antenna is supported by Captain Solgnac climbing onto the carrier.

When the government forces arrive, remove the cord, the captain is in the passenger seat, Morph is on the carrier, and the funeral parlor should close the carrier and [leap] to escape.

The two broadcasters said something that if they were magically chased, they wouldn't get away with it, but that's ready.

... Pina... get the hell out of here...!

I was reminded that I didn't like praying to Saint Kirkulus to not help me. Still, from what I've heard, I also feel somewhat different about praying to the flaxinus gods who seem ambiguous.

Morph prayed to Pina herself, nothing else.

The news manuscript was repeatedly reworked by Captain Solgnark and Jorch and summed up in unobstructed representations and contents so as not to be inconvenient for the Nemoralis government, he said.

Morph was frustrated that he had to pay so much attention to the government that afflicted the people, but I guess that's what the captain would say. You should give out information that will irritate you poorly and avoid the regular army flying away. If you're going to delude me with one rhetoric, I never went beyond it.

So far, the traffic cop hasn't said anything.

Morph battled the urge to rush into the gate and look for Pina, putting up signs and gazing at the traffic train and the people-wave escaping on foot.

I look out for cars and large baggage people who cursorily move on as they are about to fall for the dark exhaust gas I have smelled for a long time. Just for this morning's sake, it would be more than all the cars in the autonomous region added up. But there was no pina in any of the cars, and he wasn't among the walkers.

I noticed a clock under the street light closest to the gate.

I recall that there was something similar in the elementary schools of the Autonomous Region of Listver, reading needles. Morning truce time and extraordinary broadcasts are less than an hour away.

... Listen to this, you're not a wack to get out of here right now. Are you packing up and stuff and leaving for Ichi tomorrow morning?

The faint hope was extinguished by a roar.

Pedestrians look back simultaneously, and drivers face out of loose moving lanes.

Boy soldier Morph ran over to the west gate and stretched his back full, but didn't know where the blast was. Captain Solgnac's scream is scratched off by the clutches.

Black smoke went up, and I found that the scene didn't seem like a national highway leading to the gate, but that's it.

One passenger car overcame the curb of the national highway and went out to a meadow with no asphalt, no magic of protection or anything. After that, I and a lot of cars continue to speed up. The crushed grass smelled blue, but it was distorted by the exhaust gas and the scorching odor that came on the wind.

Traffic organizing cops whistle hard, but the car doesn't stop.

The people who escape on foot run back in their luggage.

The explosion sounded again. Now this is the national highway.

Fragments splashed in the distance and black smoke rose.

"Pinup!"

Boy soldier Morph crept through the gate against the flow of people.

"Out of the way! Let me through."

"Wait! My child..."

"Terrorism! Run!"

"Ouch! Let me through!

Angers and screams, children's cries, overlap.

A stream of people arrived at the gate with one will.

The same sign as Morph comes through the crowd waves. He's an old funeral parlor.

"Boy, go back! Bomb attack!

"Pina!

"You'll be fine if you stay at the company house! Just go back! Get out of the gate!

The old man grabs my arm and messes it up with the flow of people. Morph couldn't resist by himself, and he was pushed out the door.

"Why are you telling me you're okay if you haven't seen it!

The shake (so much) goes on, but the funeral parlor's old man won't let go of his wrist in disappointment. As trained by the Star's Way Prostitute Army, he tried to escape by treading the back of his leg full of strength, but was lightly twisted and his arm twisted upside down.

A funeral parlor starts casting spells in a murky position.

"Hey! Wait! Hey, Cora! Stop it!

The old man didn't even freak out, and Morph's shoulder screamed as if he were standing back. The procedure was completed and the landscape in front of me changed.

All I can smell is quiet and grass, like the hustle and bustle and unpleasant smell I just had.

The FM Cravel wagon car, drained of broadcast equipment and loaded with food, was left unattended and in the same spot without a lookout.

The funeral parlor's old man suddenly let go of his hand, and Juvenile Soldier Morph rammed into the meadow. The vanilla crushed at the tip of the nose emits a clean fragrance. Morph held his breath and jumped.

"What, you're unnecessarily cocky! Put it back!"

I grab my old man's chest barn and shake it, but the people of the lake say calmly.

"I don't know how you feel, but hey, I don't even know where the ladies at the bakery are, and I don't know what I can do about you going in there alone,"

"Just put it back!

"Well, just calm down."

The funeral parlor wrapped his arm around Morph's arm from above, and there was a slight twist. Catch Morph's arm grabbed without punishment and twist it upside down. I paid Morph's foot in a flowing motion and pressed him into the meadow.

Boy soldier Morph buried his face in the growing vanilla and ate his teeth.

... Why can't you beat such a wizard!

I try to get up as trained, but my knee with my old man's weight on my spine is placed and I can't move.

"Fuck! Let go, you son of a bitch!

"Boy, chill your head. That's how you get into the capital and die for nothing."

No matter how I scratch my feet, I can't go help Pina. Tears seep into remorse and pity. Suddenly my temper shriveled and I lost my temper to stand up. The funeral parlor can understand and whimper.

Even as the old man let go of his hand and got off his back, the boy soldier Morph couldn't move.