It's all one flower.

Funeral home Agoni boiled the water and pharmacist (dull) Awellana brewed the tea.

I thought Cruillo was the usual vanilla tea, but it smells completely different. The unique flavour is indescribable, at least not black tea. The first tea I saw was amber.

"It's warm incense tea. I bought it as I looked for my body in the city as it was going to get cold. There's plenty of them."

The pharmacist's smile, described, is somewhat dripping.

... So you didn't find it.

The pharmacist Awellana was not in Lacrimaris, the king's capital, or southeast Nenia at least. In front of her, I'm curious that she's happy to be reunited.

"Mr. Awellana, can't you pick these tea leaves around like vanilla tea?

"This, they say, grows all over the mainland of the continent, but it's not on the island around here, is it? Besides, which way (Michi), the harvest season is summer, so now it's already..."

Cruillo was horrified that Leno had changed the subject.

Amana tilts her neck.

"It's right there, but it's not on the island? Wonder..."

"Right. Strange even though it's nearby... Actually, I've been looking for it on Lanterna Island, but it's connected by a bridge. It wasn't even there."

"On Lanterna Island?

Jorch, a state-run broadcast announcer, looks up from the newspaper and takes the lake people's pharmacist (dull) seriously. Awellana realized that she had slipped her mouth and froze her expression, she turned her eyes to Medvege for help. The truck driver grins and scratches his head.

"Sister, our big adventure wasn't about the people on the radio. I'm sorry."

"Big adventure?

The same voice as the news on the radio asks briefly.

...... Ah, mazu! I didn't even tell my father about it.

Now I didn't want to be known as the "Nemoralis Grief Squad" guards Orioles helping militant guerrillas with their activities, crushing Artel's air base, etc.

The Kruillos did not join the fight, but must have backwardly supported it with drugs, food processing, etc. and taken on a single stick of killing.

Besides, I didn't want them to know more about why I left the guerrilla base.

"It's going to be sooo long if we talk, but do you still want to hear it?

"Well, just the point, can you do it briefly?

Cruillo hit the lead, but Giorchi just smiled bitterly.

I can't help what I said.

Looking in turn at Awellana, Medvege and Leno, he pulled his jaw slightly. The entrusted Cruillo sees Pinatifida at the end. The girl who got scared also showed her consent with her eyes open.

"Um... we got hit by an air raid in the city of Zerno, and somehow we went to the Zerno branch of the national broadcast, and no one was there, and we were eating what was left of the dining room, removing the debris, making our way, going through the woods with a truck, going through the tunnel to Lacrimaris territory, heading east on the south side of Nenia Island while we were doing business."

Giorchi listens with a nod, not pinching his mouth at Cruillo's awkward explanation. So far, I've explained it to my father, Padolrik, while he was at the company house.

... The problem is, we're ahead of us.

"I was running down the forest road, and there were two warcraft in the middle of the road, and they were fighting."

"What?

My father looks at my son in surprise. Medvege shrugged his shoulder in regret.

"I wanted to save as much fuel as I could. I went through a shortcut the local guy taught me. The Resalub Forest was fine."

"I walked into a branch road because it was dangerous, but one of my heads came after me and I was cornered by the North Vieetfi Bridge"

Awellana takes on after Cruillo.

"A soldier from the Lacrimaris Army let me through because the bridge had a powerful guard and it was safe, and he closed the door and fought, but I think I lost..."

"So you guys took the picture of that article?

"What article is it?

When Cruillo asked, Giorchi replied folding a newspaper published in Amitostigma.

"There was a picture of SNS in the amitostigma version of the Hunan economy.... Oh, the newspaper was bought on the free market in Harbor Park, information that wasn't on the official Nemoralis route"

Awellana chooses words to continue explaining.

"At that time, there was a child in Glom City with whom he had relatives, and that child took it."

"Send the boy, we were going to make rent there and cross to the king's capital, but the troops of the Royal Army were wiped out, and the door didn't open with a bend, so we had no choice but to go south."

"There would have been Artel Army guards over there. How the hell...?

Jorch, a state-run broadcaster, looks at the truck driver in surprise.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana explained quickly.

"We all pretended to be Kirkurs. I hide in the cabin of the carrier and pretend to be luggage..."

"So often you misled me, didn't you?

Jorch shrugged and my father hugged Amana.

"The words of prayer were just like the [exorcism] spell, so I was surprised, too. I didn't have to be suspicious because of you."

"Huh? [exorcising]? All the Artelians must be Kirkuls, right?

"I don't know about that either, but it took me months to get to know Mr. Fiarlka and the shopkeepers in the basement, gather ingredients and work part-time to make [endless bags] that can be trucked, and finally get to King's Capital."

Cruillo did not touch the core, he explained quickly.

"The captain killed the Warcraft and took the horn, so I could make a Nantka bag."

Morph says it well for some reason. Joorci asked in surprise.

"Captain is a powerless people, isn't he?

"There was a magic sword."

Morphs flutter. Cruillo and his father, at the same time, added:

"I'm keeping it now."

"It's that sword."

Jorch was convinced with that, and this story is over.

Padolrik, the father of the Kruillos, asks what he will do tonight.

"I just heard from Mr. Fiarlka that the capital and the vicinity of Rachka are more dangerous than before. Anyway, I think it's a good idea to go to a refugee camp in Amitostigma and wait for the war to end, but what do you think?

"We... my mother's alive and she's evacuating somewhere, so I'd like to go find her."

Leno said, Pinatifida and Elantis also nodded powerfully.

Amana looks up at my father with a crying face.

My father shook his head to the side.

"Leno, did you guys hear about this at the Returning Refugee Center about two months ago? You think you're gonna be there forever?

"But... then I said," I'm not on Nemoralis, "but if I was on Nenia, I might be here..."

"While you were in the kingdom or Artel, you might have gone to Lacrimaris or Amitostigma to find out that the children were not in Nemoralis."

Leno and his brothers and sisters look at each other and shut up.

Cruillo roared unexpectedly.

"Hmm, it's certainly not possible, but hey..."

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana reluctantly tells her plans.

"I don't dare, I want to go to Geatzint because my ship may be evacuating to this island."

"Me and Rafe will have the activity of communicating the information Mr. Fiarlka gave us to the public. Even if we're going to say goodbye to the truck, we'll get the generator somehow and broadcast it on the wagon."

When Jorch looked at Medvege and said, the truck driver put his judgment on hold.

"We're waiting for the captain. Thanks for not telling me to return the whole truck."

"I, well, I don't care. I'll follow you."

Funeral home Agoni laughed at Medvege and Juvenile Soldier Morph. Morph doesn't seem to be different from the two of us, either, and he snorts adultly.

"Uncle, I heard that the refugee camp is totally short of doctors and medicines. Even if you're going, why don't you cure Amana's ears first and then?

When Leno said, my father thought.

Cruillo also thinks of the map.

If news of the Nemoralis army's massive defeat in northwestern Nenia Island were to be told, there would be more people in the refugee camps in Amitostigma.

I felt like it was going to be hard work and crazy waiting for an end to the war where I didn't know when it would heal and the threat of demons and warcraft was right there.

Seeing the silent and thought-provoking side of my father, Cruillo felt complicated.

The Lenos bet that the bakery lady crossed over to Nemoralis Island. Seeing Amana, I knew it painfully well that I was afraid I would be separated from my good friend Elantis again.

"Uncle, I'm sure people will be pushing more and more into refugee camps from now on. It's almost winter, but you can't suddenly add more houses and [junctions] like that, can you?

"Hmmm......"

My father roared with a sinister face.

The other adults each have their own circumstances and purpose. He didn't pinch his mouth at the judgment of the Kruillos and watched what happened.

Leno folds.

"We're powerless people... so I think it's better to stay somewhere in the north of the island."

"If we go to Lyabina on the boulder, we'll do it in the hospital..."

"Right...... right. Okay."

When Cruillo joined us, my father finally made up his mind to stay on Nemoralis Island. Amana joins hands with Elantis. Cruillo was relieved and thanked Leno.

Captain Solniak and DJ Rafe are back before dinner.

"Well... that would be nice"

He said he had learned more about the war situation in Rachka, and Captain Solgnac fully acknowledged it.

... Mr. Fiarlka recommended me to go to Amitostigma, but this is what we all want right now.

Two days later, the haulier Fiarluca, who visited the rest stop, respected the opinions of the mobile distributor Praether Massa, even though he was frightened.