It's all one flower.

Behind his eyes, the remnants of the string were still seeping through.

Farkill is the only one in the room who dropped the lights, but I feel like people I've never met are reading out surveys in my head and I can't sleep very well.

...... I need to get to bed fast.

Striking over and over again, it turns into the voice of people written by letters trembling pointy in anger, letters seeping into sorrow, small letters atrophied in suffering, young and awkward letters, letters fluttering in old age, letters that can no longer be written well by wound adhesion, and cannot be stopped from rushing through their heads with remnants.

Farkill has been busy every day since he came to Amitostigma. I do not know how many days have passed since the start of the questionnaire for refugees fleeing the Republic of Nemoralis.

Resting for an hour at lunch. The others are enough to go to the bathroom, and Farkill types for more than ten hours each day.

Two Amitostigma collaborators will help us on a convenient day for a few hours at a time, but still it wasn't over.

Get to your blurry breakfast seat with a head with a core of drowsiness remaining.

"Mr. Farkill, it's a karashi!

Amiela's voice stops the movement. When I saw the hand, I was applying plenty of grain mustard for sausage to the bread.

"Ah... this is... I was just wondering if I could get somnolence... haha..."

Laughs, deludes, closes the lid of the bottle, and wraps it around the bread. A twinge of irritation fell through the back of his nose and tears seeped in. When I was forced to drink it down and Gabe the milk tea to remouth it, I let it flourish.

The spelldoctor Septentorio recovers the splashed tea with the [manicured water] procedure, removing it up to the minute it enters his nose and mouthing his worries.

"Shouldn't you take a little break?

"Excuse me. But it's okay. I was just thinking..."

The twelve arriving at the table at the supporters' house in Amitostigma looked uncomfortable, but resumed their meal without further ado.

Senator Laqueus says, soaking bread in soup and eating it.

"Sounds like a pretty bone breaking task to say how to handle computers. Ask Senator Jubermen to turn the machine around with people."

"What... it's not that hard, it's okay"

Farkill said hastily.

... If someone from the Amitostigma congress did something to me, I'd say it would be too ogotic, or I'd feel something different.

Farkil, a middle school student...... Moreover, I felt too sorry to have him move to the great people of Amitostigma as well as officials of the Nemoralis Republic, with the idea of the Artelians.

"Do you feel compelled to ask Senator Jubermen for help?

... because even though this is a war between Nemoralis and Artel.

The Nemoralists, who were refugees in the indiscriminate bombing of the Artel Lanista coalition forces, are annoying enough, and thankful, that they were just accepted by Amitostigma.

The old senator said what Farkill never thought possible.

"But this is also a profitable undertaking for the Amitostigma government. Don't worry about it."

"Amitostigma profits......?

"We want the forest pioneers. It is also important for the Amitostigma government to know how many percent of the people in the refugee camps will remain for what reason."

Spelldoctor Septentorio, a therapeutic volunteer attending a refugee camp, dropped his shoulder when Senator Laqueus explained it in plain language to middle school students as well.

"Again, there are people out there who can't return from this war,"

"But if you can't go home, if you can't go home, I've never been there to figure out what support you need."

"I won't deny that... but you don't have any."

It's "amazing" that an old Kirkulus senator would normally just talk to the curse doctors of the people of the lake, but those who look after him in this house were totally used to it.

A woman of the people of the lake, the landlord, orders the servant to replace the tea and retreat.

"If we don't destroy the environment like civilized nations, and if we can develop forests in a sustainable way, our economy will be very lubricated."

"Do you make money from surveys?

The girl of the Autonomous Communities brought in by the Spelldoctor tilted her neck and looked in turn at the Spelldoctor, the Old Senator and the Mistress.

The lady husband of this house mouths the answer like an officer of a trading company.

"About two-thirds of this country is covered in forests. Hundreds of years ago, the Lord of the Forest (Nutsu) was exorcised, but the fear of the Warcraft that has taken root in the people still remains. I want people who don't care."

"You need someone to cut out the lumber, don't you?

When Farkill heard, the mistress nodded and looked around at everyone at the table.

"After several civil wars in the Hudong region, the demand for building materials for reconstruction is growing."

"I see... if some of the refugees stay and work in forestry, they will still work to rebuild their country after the peace between Nemoralis and Artel has been established."

Asacor party leaders from both wheels of the axis party nod and throw the rest of the bread into their mouths.

His party's supporting mother is the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association and the Fraxinus minority, followers of Sturasi, the god of the Rock Mountains. In the refugee camps, they cut trees out of the woods to build dwellings, and also provide instruction on logging methods and architecture.

Reconstruction was underway in areas where air raids stopped after the destruction of Artel's Aquillo base.

I still don't see any sign of an end to the war, but the timber that the refugees who fled to Amitostigma have cut out and bought and exported by their mistress's company has been used to rebuild their country.

The people who have breakfast together nod to the story of the Mistress and the leader of the Asakor party.

Sarotka, the girl of the Autonomous Communities who came later, said that this alone would not swallow the situation, and she turned her eyes to inquire of the same Autonomous Communities Senator Laquéus.

"I hear Amitostigma has been receiving war refugees from its neighbors for five hundred years now, increasing the number of fields in the plains to promote agriculture. Well, you're going to help me feel the same way then. I wouldn't be too sick of being held."

Tygeta pushes up her sliding glasses and smiles at Farkill and Sarotka.

"Corner, you're gonna help me, and now you're gonna be so sweet."

"Are you sure you're trying your best not to take a day off from typing?

Asked by the dark-haired Archione sitting next to Tygeta, Farkil strayed away from his eyes by wandering to the brilliance of those eyes.

"Yeah, well, that's... a lot, so you say there's no hippo resting..."

"If you fall overworked, you'll be late for more work. If it's a decent company, Sundays and holidays are the least they can do."

Farkil looked up as a gnaw at the thorns grown in his lovely voice and saw the leader of the "Bouquet of Peace”. Idol from Artel stares sharply at the adults with the same black eyes as his hair.

Elektra sent a gaze of apology for Archione's disrespect to the uppermost, lowering his head of the colour of the earth small. Asterope curbs his abundant breasts and looks around at everyone.

My mistress coughed one up and took Archione's gaze.