It's all one flower.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana rushed to the rally point after a long sunset.

Somehow make sure you have a cardboard and a place to sleep and line up in the cookout row.

"Oh, are you new?

"Yes, I'll go somewhere else tomorrow morning..."

An old woman sat next to me at the long desk, talking to me over soup.

"You, go, Ate. Amen. I envy you."

"No, my ship may be evacuating the kingdom of Nenia, so I'm going to find it."

"What is it? I feel sorry for you. Which way have you been running? Eat this."

An old woman takes green and blue candy out of her jacket pocket and forces it into Awellana's hand. The candy was warm to human skin.

"... thank you. Evacuated from the city of Zerneau, I was in the capital, but in a coup... where did your grandmother come from?

"We've been running away from Gardenia."

"From such a distance..."

A few people around me snort as they sip the soup.

"He was also badly hit by an air raid."

"Sounds like it. I heard it on the radio news."

"Gardenia doesn't have access restrictions, so people fleeing elsewhere are returning, others are fleeing."

An aunt sitting across from the old woman pinched her mouth. Is it inside you, the atmosphere is similar to that of an old woman. The green-haired aunt stuck the fishbone to the edge of the vessel and said to a sighing mixture.

"People can't get rough over there. We're Hora, the people of the lake, so you know there's magic at a glance, right?

"... yeah"

As her compatriot Awellana nodded in surprise (a lot), her aunt scratched her grey-haired green head and looked at the old woman.

"I can't help but keep the old man alive, so [tears], there's a guy who really burned him."

"Huh?

"The officers and officials pretend not to see it.... I don't know because I want the magic to support the art of wall protection."

"Oh no..."

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana turned bright white in her head.

Next to the old woman, a young man who finished eating a leg early speaks with excitement.

"So we ignored restrictions on access and fled south."

"South...... did they come through the Zakart tunnel?

When the Awellanas passed in March, the city of North Zakart was abandoned.

Reminds me of Farkill and rubs my mind about what I'm doing with amitostigma.

"... Indeed, now the city of North Zakart is at the front base of the Nemoralis army..."

"Oh, yeah. The barrier was worn out, but the north-south road near the West Bank was beautifully fixed, and the debris around it was cleared, and a few prefabs were built, and the shoreline was repaired where the warships were."

"Mr. Soldier, didn't you say anything?

I don't think they caught me here, but I was curious.

"Nothing. I couldn't protect him when the Artel army came, so he just told me to go if I was going to run away."

"Really? It must have been tough getting here, huh?

"Well. But we're cursers. I didn't have any trouble eating or staying on the road, and it's still better."

If you ask me, all the old lady's family-like men had raised the [knitting reed cuts] school badge (today).

"But I'm not sure what I'm going to do next. I was going to go to a refugee camp at first."

"Are you out of shipping flights?

When Awellana heard, the family of spellmakers looked at each other with an indescribable look.

An aunt who finished her soup runs her gaze around overlapping her dishes with her neighbor's uncle.

The majority of the refugees who come to this temple are people of the lake. Neither the people who eat in front of the assembly hall, nor those who rest in compartments divided by cardboard in the back, turn their attention to the table conversation as one.

Babies cry weakly and some look back. A young woman with an infant left as she gave up.

"Well, I just heard rumors, so listen to me in half"

This uncle seems to be part of the artisan family, too. The diving voice was disputed by the noise, and Awellana embarked on the long desk.

"I hear the government of Amitostigma is trying to make refugees pioneers."

"A pioneering citizen...?

"That country is big, but 80% of the time, people don't live in it. It's a forest. Rumor has it that refugees are trying to expand their forests and increase their space."

Awellana thought a little and found a reason for them to reluctantly go to refugee camps.

"Are you going to be forced to settle and not let Nemoralis go home?

"Well, it's a rumor"

My uncle said, the whole family nodded in disgust.

A young man sets himself off towards Awellana with his empty dishes aside. I didn't even care if the old lady pinched between them seemed to get in the way, and curled it up in a whisper.

"From what I've heard, craftsmen like us and you are banned from [jumping], especially in [constraints]..."

"Huh?

My aunt also tells Awellana who is surprised.

"I pinched it in my ear because even the powerless people can't let the craftsmen go home..."

"So, a kind person sneaks me home with a [leap]"

My uncle, too, whispered as he rode out and fronted with his family.

... Is there such a sweet story?

Somehow, feeling the frigid smell of fraud and human trafficking, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana expressed her doubts.

"I'll take you home... that kind person, alone, anywhere...?

"No, on the boulder. Isn't that impossible? So, first of all, they're bringing people who can only use [spiritual doves] to safety."

"They remember the place, go back to camp once, keep it to an amitostigma official, and they're carrying people there who want to go home"

The couple's uncle and aunt whispered and curled him up, making Awellana unable to go about the story.

Organize it in your head and put it out in your mouth.

"If there are all kinds of people, there are all kinds of destinations...... hmm? But you don't have to do anything like that, if only people who aren't craftsmen would take you directly back to Nemoralis territory..."

A young man smiled bitterly, blocking Awellana.

"Amitostigma officials aren't stupid either. People who are not craftsmen are forbidden to [jump] into Nemoralis territory. So once you jump to a nearby foreign country and go home from there by boat or something."

"Nearby foreign...... So you mean jump to Lacrimaris territory on Nenia Island?

"I haven't even heard of the place, but maybe, I guess so"

Awellana organized the story over soup and managed to swallow it. The old lady also finishes her meal and her aunt says overlapping the dishes of the family.

"Well, so it doesn't seem like a wack to go home at all, but I'm going to wait and see how things go a little longer."

"Thanks for letting me know"

"You can decide where you want to go after you meet with your people."

Does my aunt feel the same frigidity as Awellana, or she stands with her dishes looking at her son with a bitter face.

A couple drop off to wash dishes and a young man whispers to Awellana.

"If you thought it would be helpful, you could pay for the information."

"You again!

When the young man offered his hand, the old woman slapped him with a punch.

"Oh, no, because it was helpful... I only have vanilla tea, okay?

"Are you sure?

Old women and youth round their eyes at the same time.

"My grandmother gave me green and blue candy. A little..."

Take the plastic bag out of the luggage under your feet, explain how to brew it and give it to the youth. The bag with the mouth brackets was about the size of a kitten and fit perfectly in both hands of the young man.

... If these people make tea here, it'll calm the others down. I hope you pick it around again.

If people's frustration is alleviated, there will be criticism of crying babies. They will no longer turn their eyes. The young man struck and changed and politely thanked him, standing up in support of the old woman.

The next morning, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana made his way to the harbour shortly after breakfast with a visit from Elantis.