It's all one flower.

Cruillo regretted that it took him ten days to realize that something was wrong with his sister.

... How could you not have told me sooner?

No, when everyone was in trouble, I shunned away from just one healer because Amana was gentle. My brother Cruillo noticed, and I had to ask him to treat me even if I couldn't.

"Brother, it's okay. I can hear you on the left."

My sister's bright voice was shaking slightly.

Cruillo looked away from the pharmacist (dull) Awellana's sorry face and glanced at the table. Freshly brewed vanilla tea builds hot air, but it doesn't cure my heart's stigmatization.

Pharmacist Awellana put both hands on the mug and began explaining it in a low voice.

"Amana's tympanic membrane looks like she was falling behind her ear in a blast. Few injuries were caused by the fact that there was a [protective ribbon]..."

Cruillo's father holds Amana to his knees and wanders around at the edge of the bed.

"I used [the healing wind] to heal everyone's fine injuries, and that's when my eardrum seemed to stick in a weird way..."

"Are you going to heal?

When Cruillo, sitting in the front of the pharmacist (dull), asked without raising his face, Awellana caged her strength in the hand holding the cup.

"If I had surgery to cut it and put it back in the right position, I would be able to hear it right away, but I can't..."

"So you're cured, right? Then you'll be fine. If Awellana hadn't been here by now... I'd really appreciate it..."

I meant to say it bright and full, but Cruillo couldn't stop his voice trembling.

Elantis regained consciousness the morning after he was wounded, but his legs are just crying when he hurts. Now I was tired of crying, pinatifida stuck me to sleep.

"I'm sorry. We've always been in the capital and we don't know anywhere else..."

"No, thank you for being anonymous..."

Cruillo hastily took up the grocery store's son's apology.

Now it's the basement of the grocery store where the Kruillos come in. It is on the back street of the West Gate mall in the capital, Cravel. He was caught in a suicide bombing of the star sign (Shinobo) and had it replaced by treatment in the grocery store.

If the pharmacist (dull) Awellana hadn't been here, she wouldn't have been alive by now, enough to thank her no matter how much.

The grocery store's son, Dojevik, was seriously injured when he was involved in a national highway VIII attack when he went to the northeast of the capital on a job with other families.

The blast and the nails that were ejected made him in terrible condition, but with the magic medicine and the diligent treatment of the pharmacist Awellana, he recovered to the point of saying he was almost fully healed.

Cruillo also provided magic to help, but he just healed a fracture in one arm and was about to fall.

... Septentrio, you were magical at the wrong digits.

I think the person I want to see most now is just an ex-military doctor.

At the convenience of the therapist's magic and the strength of the wounded, it can't all heal at once, and the grocery store's son and his relatives still have fractures in a few places at a time. Everyone's scratches at the mobile dealership were healed for what could be healed.

Amana's ears and Elantis' legs were impossible, and the butcher's daughter had the after-effects of left hemiparesis.

Both they and their families are thankful to have their lives set aside. [Blue One-Winged] If you were a scholastic curse doctor, you could have known you could cure it properly and had hope. However, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana is pale.

... I wonder how badly they said it during the civil unrest.

Cruillo was sneaking out (sighs).

FM Cravel hasn't had an ad hoc broadcast since then.

The government's official announcements and censored news, shelter information, road traffic information and weather forecasts, among others, played the same classical music all the time. But where can I go to get treatment and where can I get food? The life information that the people of the city desire does not flow.

... Well, I got more information than I did when I was at the Returning Refugee Center.

Leno and the grocery store aunt came back from the butcher shop.

"Just a moment ago, I went outside."

"How'd it go?

Leno shut up with a complex look on his face to Cruillo, who he heard in momentum.

The grocery store and butcher are connected underground. The butcher was located in West Gate Mall. Everybody's gaze gathers for two.

"I was looking at you two downstairs..."

"Me and the butcher went and took a look at the mall. The rubble was cleared and the car was ready to go through."

Somehow it's a hooked way of saying it, and it doesn't seem like a good story. No one prompts you to continue, staring at Leno.

Are you tired, Dojevik lay in bed. An aunt at the grocery store hangs a futon on her son.

"Uh... officers and government soldiers are guarding the mall."

Somehow the loose air solidified with the following words:

"They're interrogating cars going into the city if they don't bring bomb material or something. Because of that, it arrived late and was thinner than before..."

"Is that also putting out the contents of the [infinite bag]?

"It's a star marking measure, and the [endless bag] itself, it's thin, so I guess it's not there?

"Oh well... you're right"

Somehow the conversation is interrupted.

My father broke the irritating silence.

"The store...? Do you still have a little shop that's open?

"Hmm... so, it doesn't arrive much... oh, but the road hole is provisionally restored, and I also saw a truck that was crossed over with 'relief supplies', but it went in the back..."

"They must have headed for the temple or the school shelter."

"If it's food, there's plenty of it, so don't hesitate."

"I'm afraid so."

With my father, the Cruillos also bowed their heads to the grocery store aunt, and the conversation broke off again.

Leno sips herbal tea and says.

"Earlier, the butcher went upstairs to pick up the radio, saw it through the window, and we just went outside for a little while because it seemed okay"

... Your daughters are getting better, and the butcher can afford to listen to the radio?

That's good, but if the grocery store and butcher's injured get better, the Cruellos have to leave this basement.

"Looks ok...... what?

"It wasn't truce time, so there weren't many cars, and few people were walking, but soldiers and officers were guarding."

The western districts appear to have become the domain of government forces, but I did not know how much Kruilo, without military knowledge, would think about whether this would make them safe or whether they would reject them and be targeted by the Nemus Liberation Army.

"Leno, did the inquisition even leave the capital?

"Yeah. I didn't check my luggage, but my license and... the walker was also checked for ID and asked where I was going"

"Is that what you mean, that?

"Right. I don't have a candlestick, so I don't know if my ID is a fake or a liar."

When Cruello and Leno laughed bitterly, the aunt at the grocery store stunned her shoulder.

"I guess it's just going to get in and out slower because of that"

"... are you ever going to say you're looking for someone...?

Cruillo's father himself, an understated whine about his lack of confidence, was a voice enough to pull everyone's bitter laughter in.