It's all one flower.

Boy soldier Morph replaced the soup with wild potatoes in the can.

"Come on, you're gonna eat three cups?

"I'm starving."

I say it back to Medvege, and I snag into the contents of the mug.

Morph was told to skip breakfast last night by Captain Solniak as a punishment for acting alone. I just skipped one meal and wonder why I'm so hungry.

... When I was in the Autonomous Community, I was thankful to just be able to eat something once a day.

The wild potatoes that funeral parlor Agoni had picked in the woods surrounding Ougali Old Road were the same ones my mother had gone to near the Kublum Mountains to get.

The sweet, bloated potato seemed like a treat that could only be spoken of a few times a year.

The same is true here on Nemoralis Island, but there are demons and warcraft in the forests of Nenia Island. I couldn't say "I want more" or anything like that to my mother, who dug one or two shares for her life, even if her mouth ripped open.

The people of the lake, Agoni, come every day after moving to this resting place, digging for the potatoes.

... If I were stronger and could use magic, I wouldn't have had to make my mother struggle like that.

Every time, the old man of the lake people, who would dig full of bags, advised everyone to "eat more" as he stirred the pot with his balls.

After breakfast, we once again exchanged detailed information on each other, where and how they had spent since we split up in the port of Cravel, and Jorch of the State Broadcasting put it together on paper.

Now we're having lunch and discussing what we're going to do.

"Rachka has an extraordinary government."

The radio old man Joorci cut up his lunch with just a cup of soup and dropped a bunch of paper off the truck's carrier. Captain Solgnac and the DJ Rafe of FM Cravel have organized the information gathered in the capital, Cravel.

Read it out in the same way as the news on the radio.

"In late October, the successive explosions near the West Gate in the capital, Cravel, appear to have been definitely committed by the Kirkurist fundamentalist group" Star Mark "".

"Did you get the back?

When the funeral parlor Agoni heard, Giorchi nodded and continued.

"Fraxinus denominational officials in Lacrimalis, Wang capital, have told the Nemoralis side that a statement of the crime of a bomb attack has been made on the Internet. The Nemoralis government took it and reported it in the FM Cravel. When I jumped into Rachka the other day, I met a reporter from a news agency I knew, and I got behind both."

"Grandma, what's a Tucinsha?

Attention is drawn to the morph I asked.

The veteran announcer of the national broadcast thought a little and explained it to Morph in plain language as well.

"It's a company that sells pictures and news to newspapers and broadcasters. I met a reporter from Time Stream Communications. It's a company of the Nippon Empire, but we have a branch office in Amitostigma to gather information on the Lacus region."

"Where is he? Amitostigmas?"

"The man is an Emperor of the Book of Japan. Around here, there are branches in Wangdu and Rufus, and in Nemoralis and other countries, they let reporters from the branch, local freelance journalists and locally contracted reporters."

Cruello's father pinched his mouth as the boy soldier Morph put his reply on hold, feeling like he had figured it out and didn't.

"The Book of Japan Empire is an island nation on the eastern edge of this Chinucalcular Nothiu continent, a nation of scientific civilization, but not a Kirkuri nation."

"Why did this guy come all the way to the island of Lacus?

State broadcast Jorch laughs bitterly.

"That's what he does. When the Nemoralis government said they were going to hold a press conference in Racica, they called not only the local media and current communications, but the press all over the place. After the coup, it was my first official meeting, so I guess I went not only from the branch office, but also from the branch office."

Jorch says he knew him when he was sent to Cravel, the capital, when he was a lower end reporter for the Lacrimalis branch.

"He also told us about the refugee camp"

The only refugee camp for Nemoralis was opened by the Amitostigma government, requesting support from the Office of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees.

It cultivated forests on the outskirts of the city of Patens, south of the winter capital, and was made by cutting trees and preparing land and building materials at the same time. Prior to the completion of the roundwood cabin, refugees said they spent time in tents embroidered with [exorcisms] and the like.

Every time more people go on logging, the camp is expanding eastward.

"Nearly 300,000 people have now turned up, but in this situation, there are no walls or walls that are separated from the forest, and there are victims of demons and warcraft."

"Huh? Was refugee camp such a dangerous place?

As Pina raised her voice, Jorch nodded heavily.

"Close to the woods. It's not where they built it, but they don't have enough experts, so they're going to teach them how to build their own huts, and the refugees are going to build their own woods."

"Are you okay with an injury or something?

"There aren't many injuries, but there aren't enough medical experts and pills, and there aren't enough clothes, and now they're calling for a donation of winter food."

Boy soldier Morph was annoyed by Pina's soggy sunken face and hit Jorch with a question that made him look like that.

"Well, what if there is?

"Morph!"

Captain Solniak embarrassed me, but I couldn't get into it because I said so.

Jorch looked troubled, but he answered without anger.

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