It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio taught the soprano singer Oratorix the [blue one-wing] curse [healing wind] about half a month ago.

Oratorix himself is disqualified as a healer, so he can't activate the procedure, but he can teach others. She recorded Septentorio's singing voice on her tablet device and wrote it up on the score.

It is printed by the cooperating companies along with [Singing Misosazai] Faculty's [Michima], [Empty Michima], and pasted alongside the precautions for use in the assembly centers and clinics of refugee camps.

The curse is spread not only in refugee camps that have pioneered the forests of Amitostigma, but equally in the village of Tent, which was rapidly built in the plains.

It was also distributed to motivated, qualified, and aptitude individuals, and Oratorix and other volunteer musicians were in the coaching.

Whether the effect was shown, I felt that the number of people being put in charge of the clinic was only diminishing.

I make up for what is not enough with my previous magic, with [magic crystals], but the last few days have left me with one or two unspoiled [crystals] at the end of the day.

I can't increase [the Crystal of Magic] due to lack of funds.

Septentorio was pursued for treatment and could not count the patients he had healed, but felt that the situation was changing, albeit slightly.

The spell [healing wind] is a plain spell, which can be activated by those with magic and action, as long as they sing with the correct pronunciation. It's an easy preliminary technique for children to understand. If we supplied magic externally with a [crystal of magic] that complemented our forces of action, even a people without power could exercise it.

Only minor wounds on the body surface can be healed, but instead all the creatures of this world within reach of voice and magic can be healed indiscriminately.

... With that said, the patient who says "I dropped the lumber on my leg and broke my nail" stopped coming.

If refugees could do more on their own, they would not have to be frustrated by helplessness.

... Are you saying you're glad you didn't care that your marriage is far away?

"Sorry I'm late. I can take your medicine.... I'm a [Thinking Owl] pharmacist (dull). I patrol the clinic every day."

At the doorstep of the fifteenth clinic came a man of the land people, who had raised the same badge (this day) as Awellana, and Safrol, who had managed to recover. People waiting for treatment pave the way.

They lowered their cardboard boxes and bags and began to transfer their contents to the cupboard where they were made. Volunteer Peanus also helps.

The spelldoctor Septentorio concentrated again on the procedure of [bone repair (strawberry) thread].

By the time the five of them had finished healing, the work of organizing the drug had finished, and a dark-haired pharmacist (dullness) had risen.

"These are wound medicines and hot and cold, cough medicine, pain medicine, leg medicine, anti-diarrhea medicine, and medicine for" Akagi ". Never touch me or another pharmacist without me. Wrong doses and prescriptions can also reduce life expectancy."

"Anyone other than a fracture, please go to the pharmacist's teacher. The wound medicine can't cure the fracture, so go to the doctor."

The refugees follow Safrol's words honestly.

He was attacked by a warcraft when he went to pick up magic medicine material. Medicinal herbs harvested by Saflor have been transplanted on the clinic premises. Prior to the war, residents of this neighborhood knew that he was the administrator of a pharmaceutical company's herb garden.

"Little and white scales touching, little and white scales licking.

Put the white wings on the water and reveal the wounds.

"The Solution to Life"

A pharmacist (crease) touched the patient and called the [Visit] of the [White One-Winged] school.

"You have diabetes, not just injuries, right? What about your pills?

"No more..."

"I don't have the ingredients right now and I can't make them, do you know the name of your medicine?

In a bright voice, the patients lined up the names of the medicines in science.

Says the pharmacist as he refrains from doing so in his notebook.

"I don't know when you'll get it, but if you do, you'll have it deposited with a science doctor"

"What? You can't be a pharmacist teacher?

The voice of a middle-aged man trembles.

"That's because it's a science drug...... a check-up car comes to Tent Village every six months. You won't get your medication until you have a science doctor look into your current physical condition... blood sugar or something. Until then, please be aware of your injuries."

"Next, when are you coming?

"If it doesn't snow, I heard it's about the middle of next month"

"I have to be a science doctor, can't I?

The patient's voice went low.

"I can make a diabetic magic medicine... the medicine is a [flying owl] school... uh, I can't use it unless I'm a different system teacher from your curse doctor... it doesn't work unless I use it in conjunction with advanced techniques. The medicine you just mentioned is a science medicine, so if you're not a science doctor, you don't know the amount or combination..."

The patient was silently treated for the wound and left with his head slightly lowered by the pharmacist (dull).

The [Blue One-Winged] Faculty repaired by Septentorio is a surgical department and conveys that it cannot cure the disease (yama), but the wounded patients visit the clinic one after the other.

Patients with fractures were also strangled.

"Sorry I'm late. Teachers, please have lunch."

The young men and women of the people of the lake turned to the clinic.

"Patients are not the only ones. Please wait here once you return or if you can stand it even if it's cold."

"If you don't eat dinner and you don't have time off, the teachers will fall..."

When volunteers Cornus and Tilia spoke to the people waiting sitting in the waiting room or outside Marutai, about a third of them gave up and fell out of the queue that lasted all the way outside.

Now there are no unconscious patients, and the clinic only uses three beds in the back. Cornus directs them and turns in those who await treatment. Priority was given to severely injured patients such as fractures and left in clinics where [cold resistance] was applied.

Patients with minor injuries who cannot get in, lower their hips and round their backs to the full length of the vestibule. Cornus and Tilia removed the blanket on the empty bed and hung it around their shoulders.

A pharmacist (dull) hangs a [key] on the cupboard.

The spelldoctor Septentorio took him with the pharmacist to the rally point.

They don't get the stone, the roads in the camp are the same, the soil peels out.

The art of guarding the road allows us to tour the boundaries, except demons, etc., but the duration of the operation is short.

If it snows, the technique will be unbearable.

Headache problems also come down, such as snow falling on the roof.

... local volunteers usually said they would come down from around the beginning of the year.

The refugees will be trapped in a roundwood hut.

My supporters handed out yarns and knitting needles to make me a job other than spellmaking, but how long can that be converted to food?

Can we survive this winter without sending out the hungry and the frozen?

The two are speechless and proceed at a heavy foot between the roundwood huts of Sudden Takeshi.

The voice practicing the spell is thin and high and arrives stitching refugee dwellings and trees.

"Whoa? Long time no see."

"Mr. Agoni......!

"Do you know him?

"Yep. A little...... how did you get here?

In the front yard of the rally point, waved from the standing circle, the spelldoctor Septentorio went for a small run. The fellow funeral home Agoni says like it's nothing.

"I caught a stinking rumor in my ear on Nemoralis Island. It's not spreading here, I'm just listening."

"What rumors?

"Why don't we talk inside?

Agoni looked around with green eyes and snapped his jaw at the rally point.

In one of the assemblage halls, [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] school sewers and women who were good at sewing were moving needles.

Volunteers from the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association, who have become familiar with each other, are scooping hard bread in one corner.

Crates replace desks and chairs.

Other than the clinic, there are no beds, if only crates, and I heard that the majority of the refugees would sleep in blankets (coming) after laying cardboard on the floor.

The practice of the curse echoes from the back room.

Steamed bread and dried meat were also distributed to the funeral parlor Agoni, who looked around the room.

"Oh, I brought it."

Agoni smiles and says no.

Spelldoctor Septentorio asked, caging his expectations.

"Has the food situation on Nemoralis Island improved?

"No. You're getting worse. In the big city, they can't arrive and the grocery store is barely open, and the price is up as much as the bakery brother looked at the price of the bread."

"How far up did you go? Me, I can't go home to Cravel anymore, and I feel like I'm a refugee kind of volunteer..."

A young man from the construction union who was eating earlier broke into the story. With his chest, the [Wearing Woodpecker (Kitsuki)] school badge (today) of the wood processor shines.

"Brother, what's going on inside you?

"My parents and brothers managed to escape and take a boat from Rachka to King's Capital, where we could rendezvous. Other relatives can't even reach Rachka..."

"Good for you. I only know the price of Rachka and Geatzint, too. My brother-in-law from the bakery who's evacuated with me said that a pound of bread is fifty times what it was."

"Fifty times?

The needlework people also stopped their hands and saw the people of the lake.

Funeral home Agoni scratches her green head.

"Bread, especially wheat, has gone up in price. The other air raid hit the western side of Nenia and the countryside, and for this matter, it's going to be tougher next year."

"Already...... do we have to settle here? Takumi Hatake..."

"Shh! You don't have to say so much!

When one of the needleworks spilled it, my aunt stopped it just fine.