It's all one flower.

It's December.

Since February, I haven't had a day off my mind.

The Spelldoctor (Jui) Septentorio went out to the back yard of the clinic at [Leap].

Looking up at the thin cloudy skies separated by leaf-dropping branches, pray to Panisea Uni Flora, goddess of the lake, for a visit of the day when you can spend your peace of mind.

This is a refugee camp built on vast forests, in the interior of Amitostigma. Lake Lacus is far northwest and you can't see its brilliance from the camp.

Septentorio will be taken care of in the homes of the powerful. The support house was located in the summer capital of the lake bank. Refugee camps are attended by [leaps], and every morning and evening, Lake Lacus is seen, but the refugees are in the inland woods all the time.

... That's probably one of my anxieties.

The Republic of Nemoralis is an island country, the majority of the cities are on the shores of the lake, and there are no days when you don't see Lake Lacus. The devout Fraxinus wish the lake well today every morning, and in the evening offer thanks for the grace of the water.

Turning to the table from the clinic's backyard, there were already plenty of benches that just lined up the marutai, and people overflowed all the way outside the fence.

The spelldoctor saw the patients visiting the Refugee Camp clinic again.

The scarce facial expressions line up not only because of the wounds and diseases. He escaped the war, left the land he was accustomed to, and was also pulled away from the object of his faith.

The hearts of those deprived of their strongholds shrivel and become unstable.

The Spelldoctor Septentorio patrols nearby clinics every few days, mainly at Clinic XV. When I first visited, this was the front line for cutting and expanding forests, but within less than a month forests were developed, and now even the seventeenth clinic.

Still, there is not enough housing for the surge in refugees.

A tent village was created between the city of Patens and the refugee camp, but there was also a shortage of tents with the skill of guarding and several households were pushed into the stretch.

Far from the Humanitarian Charter and the minimum standards on humanitarian response, human dignity and nothing happened, but this was the reality.

"Thank you, Doctor."

"The wound has healed, but please rest for a couple of days. Take care."

Another [Magic Crystal] lost its radiance in the hands of the Spelldoctor (Jui), who finished treating the fracture. Return the [Crystal], which has used up all its magic, to the box and take another one.

The magic is replenished by residents close to the clinic, but the current situation of using dozens of them every day was a headache.

Accidents occur during logging, lumber transport, construction, etc.

There are not enough experts, and injuries such as fractures persist because the amateur refugees themselves build roundwood huts under the guidance of experts (under).

In addition to that, those attacked by demons and warcraft, as well as old men who fell and broke bones, are also brought in as every day.

The only thing that seems fortunate is that we have the "reward" to say that we can build our own home with our own hands.

If he continued to be treated as a "poor weak person" with long-term one-sided assistance, there was a fear that his self-esteem would be lost and he would be unable to live independently even after peace.

With spellmaking, building houses, hunting, firewood picking and collecting medicinal herbs, refugees never quit the jobs they were given or the jobs that supported their lives on their own, whether they were wounded or lost.

"Oh, my God!

"Please check it out right away!

The youngsters changed their blood phase and jumped into the clinic. Patients in waiting order drag themselves in pain and empty their cursory places.

The bloody men were brought in before the spelldoctor Septentorio asked.

Volunteers Cornus and Tilia get the water out of the water bottle and wash the wounded one at a time. Boil water and remove impurities every time one washes. Cool clear hot water and wash (soot) the next blood and mud coated patient.

The wound, which had been removed from the stain, was clearly a mark of eating a thousand cuts. Blood overflows from the cleansed wounds and does not stop.

"It leaks into your life. It flows through the waters of the blood tide and tightly into your closing."

Stopping everyone's bleeding earlier spread relief to the young people who had carried the patient.

These people, they're vigilantes.

"I was injured, but all fifteen of us made it home alive"

"Don't worry, we've managed to kill the Warcraft."

The vigilante spoken and the tension in the place eased a little.

A voice rises from the waiting room.

"I have nothing to do with my life, so heal them first.... then, guys, okay?

The voices of consent were sent one after the other, and those who sat back and trembled on the outside Marutai also answered aloud.

"Thank you for your cooperation. … from you then"

The young men are instructed by a curse doctor to gently put a man whose legs have been eaten and bones have been exposed to sleep on the checkpoint.

The spelldoctor Septentorio laid eyes on the chest of the vigilantes. The numbers increased, but as always, there were no scholarly operators who could fight demons and warcraft such as the [plunging eagle (eagle)].

Sarotka said, "Take a good look at the refugees, be careful what they say while they wait in the clinic, like stupidity or dissatisfaction, and tell everyone later," but I couldn't afford to listen to the waiting room conversation.

I finally took a breather after a science physician patrolled me this afternoon.

"There's only antibiotics, analgesics, antidiarrhea."

A female doctor and nurse lower the rucksack and infuse the inpatient. Today's vigilante didn't have enough beds and was put to sleep with a blanket on a cardboard box he put on the floor.

The herbicidal safrol sometimes regains consciousness, but the fever rises and falls and falls.

The two of them finished infusing Safrol and the vigilante and sighed (sighs).

"If I had enough food, with my own immunity, I'd be able to handle it more."

The spelldoctor Septentorio nodded healing the burn patient who flipped the medicine jar.

"The upcoming season...... I'm worried about the epidemic of infection. Because I can't heal with [blue wings]."

"We don't have enough medication either, any more... malnutrition and unfamiliar work fatigue and stress... just worrying and really..."

"But, doctor, winter clothes are going to be critical in time."

To the nurse's bright voice, the spelldoctor Septentorio and the scientist saw once again the people waiting for treatment.

... If you say so, it looks like there were some people with short sleeves until last week or so...?

Among those who fled the coup, the powerless people trembled in the cold until not long ago. Now, long-sleeved trainers, sweaters, thick coats... a little old and yore, but for once, it's just wintery outfits. Yo (more) also, those who have come recently are burned out in their clothes and only have winter clothes than they used to.

A voice rises from a patient in the waiting room.

"It's inland around here, it gets bottom cold at night, but it doesn't always snow until around the beginning of the year. So I hope you manage to make it."

"That's right..."

Everyone nodded at each other with the same feeling and resumed treatment.

Reporting at the dinner table, Senator Laquéus gave me a job.

"You've often picked up that much information while you're busy. Thank you."

"No, with all the triviality..."

In awe, the old Kirkuls senator and the leader of the Assacol party shook their heads at the same time.

"It's not trivial."

"... Hmm. Mr. Mariana, what happened to the example?

As the old senator spoke, the lady husband of this house put the fork down and nodded.

"I've bought the yarn as planned. It will be delivered to the camp the day after tomorrow with the knitting needle."

"I'm afraid so."

When the senators thanked them, two needles broke their faces.

"Now you can do mufflers and stuff."

"With yarn socks, it's easier to sleep. Thank you very much."

In tribute to Amiela, her mistress, Mariana, nodded to Eagle Deep Fried and grabbed the green and blue bread.

"If the disease is endemic, you will lose a lot. Thank you for your suggestions."

"But help with knitting, sorry I can't"

When Amiela was frightened, Mariana said with a smile in her green eyes.

"It makes sense for the refugees to knit themselves. You have a role to play. Good luck making clothes and practicing your songs."

"Practice the song?

The needle Amiella dyed her cheeks and leaned down when the septentorio squeaked unexpectedly. Blonde hair covers her face.

Archione stretched his chest instead.

"Next video, we'll be singing with Mr. Amiella."

"Oh, you know, me, I'm an amateur, and I refused, but, uh..."

Amiella at the time turns bright red to her ears, but Sarotka, a needle apprentice, said well.

"It feels weird to sew your own clothes, so I sew Amiela's."

"Until you get your clothes done, it's a lesson with us."

Asterope grinned with her hands on Amiela's shoulder.

Tygeta pushes an empty soup dish aside, looks into the curse doctor's green eyes and explains.

"Mr. Amiela is a relative of Mr. Niptra Neumae. You know Mr. Niptra is popular with Nemoralis and Lacrimalis, right?

"Uh... yeah. He was a soprano singer who debuted before half a century of civil unrest and has been popular since that time."

Septentorio is oblivious to the entertainment relationship, but even so, he is famous enough to know his name and his singing voice.

"So it makes sense for her and us to sing together."

"What's the point?

Septentorio has no idea what the eyeglass girl is thinking.

Closed his eyes closely behind the lens, Tygeta explained again.

"We from Artel and our nemoralist girlfriend... even Lacrimaris has a high-profile co singing a song along the way on the radio, right? People with online environments are sure to watch videos."

"If you can earn a number of visits, that's how much advertising revenue goes up, food and stuff...... the problem you can handle with your money is a little better. I'll do my best to spread the video."

When Farkill added, Electra worked a needle that couldn't raise her face.

"Amiella, don't be offended to think you're a visitor. It makes sense that you're you."

"Me...?

"Well... that's a symbol of national reconciliation"

When the spelldoctor finally understood got ahead of him, Sarotka made his voice play.

"Boulder Sensei, that's a tribute to the year."

"Now it's just the five of them, but if the lyrics to" All One Flower "are determined, I'm also planning a chorus with the people of the lake and with the people of each of the Fraxinus sects"

The long-lived race Septentorio recalled the "medley of the gods' holidays" he once heard of in Senator Lacueus's plan.