It's all one flower.

As the young man had just taken the back seat, Kufshenka took the passenger seat with the help of a newspaper clerk.

"Both of you, listen to me pretending to be luggage. Nemus Liberation Army Moves"

As soon as he closed the door, he told the curse doctor and Solgnac in a voice that the young man pushed to kill him.

The engine starts and the wagon starts abruptly.

"Today or tomorrow, we will launch an attack on the Autonomous Communities."

"District manager."

Captain Solniak asks as he lays himself down under his seat.

"Yes, a small group of men armed with automatic small arms were patrolling all over the field."

"You're willing to fight for the star sign."

A newspaperman's wagon rushes through a thinly cloudy field and barely walks through the checkpoint.

Instead of showing the rest of the estate district, it stopped at the exclusive office of the Holy Light newspaper.

"Hey, just give my wife and the store mon a packing and evacuation call, just give me a minute, just give me a minute!

Newspapers rushed into their homes and stores, and the curse doctor and Sornyak woke themselves up.

"Grandma, I need to talk to the curse doctor for a second, will you take my seat?

"Yeah, go ahead. There are a lot of supporters of my brother living nearby, so I'm going to ask him to help me with the evacuation call."

Kufshenka got out of the car. On that leg, he headed to the confectionery shop on the same block.

Higher wheat prices have reduced the assortment, but business is still going on. Behind the showcase lined with confectionery made from dried fruit and cornstarch, the confectioner's wife was in the store by herself.

There is no such thing as a guest, and Kufushenka notices it and makes her eyes shine.

"Welcome"

"I'm sorry. It's not shopping today, it's bad news."

"Not good news, is it?

The confectioner's wife clouds her face.

"I just told the district manager that the Nemus Liberation Army is going to attack me today or tomorrow."

"Huh?

"Just calm down and listen to me. If you can walk on your own, go to Kublum Street, and if you can't, let everyone in the shop, bureau, and neighborhood know if they can help you call for evacuation."

"Eh, that's already... ahh! What about the newspaper store?

"The newspaper store asked me about it with you. Okay, please."

"Wow, I get it.... you! Oh, my God!

The confectioner's wife pulls into the back of the counter and informs him suddenly with a gold cut.

When I left the store, the newspaper shop had just come out. Kufshenka got into the passenger's seat as steeply (and as steeply) as she could with her knee, which stopped moving as she thought because of her age.

The young photographer apparently teaches the curse doctor how to use the tablet device.

"Spelldoctor, when you get to Kublum Street, don't forget to press this transmission button."

"Okay. Submit button."

"I didn't dare, I asked the confectioner's wife for an evacuation call."

"Copy that. Then I'll go to church. Just fly a little. Just be careful."

The wagon ran off before Kufushenka fastened her seat belt.

"Before you do that, could you go to elementary and secondary school? We need to tell the principal and get him to think about what to do with the evacuation of the children."

"Copy that. It's going to be a tough decision."

Newspapers fly cars to the East End. Run down the hill and run like slipping a brand new asphalt in the lowlands.

Elementary and secondary schools burned all over that winter fire, and recently a splendid reinforced concrete school building has just been rebuilt. Given its robustness, it is much better than a prefabricated temporary home or a wooden mortar apartment, but if many people evacuate, there is a fear (probably) of being rejected and targeted.

A guardian might want to take my child home.

Who is responsible for protecting the child who has lost his closeness in the Great Fire?

Kufushenka and the others focused on rebuilding their lives in support of the victims of the fire.

Around autumn last year, I cannot regret not being able to pack up the evacuation matter in all respects, while hearing stinking rumors.

... In the first place, it's the district manager and the board of education who say this... No, not now.

Kufshenka fully rotated her head, living longer and accumulating knowledge and experience, on how to move from now on, to protect more lives.

Where we have gathered to the church those who cannot walk the mountain paths on their own, can they protect them?

Isn't it the Church of Kirkulus that the Nemus Liberation Army, which worships the goddess of the lake, attacks first?

As judged, there was not enough information.

"Hey, hey, there, PLA move, didn't you grab anything? Except it was in my brother's letter."

"Hmm... I haven't read Senator Raqueus' letter, so I don't know, but the information from the city of Yarbraka says the attack is due after today, and it looks like some of the PLA will move independently, not General Unuk Elhaia's operation, including whether it will execute on a scale, a force, or not."

"When is that information?

"Yesterday."

"The district manager said he just got the information on the Internet this morning."

In the back mirror, a blonde young man pulled his face apart.

"That's what you said, that's what you said."

"You've got information on the march."

Solgnac said with his eyes on the window.

There is nowhere left for him to find out about the Barack Street landscape, such as the Barack Hut and the abandoned factory ruins in the middle of construction.

All roads were well paved with asphalt, complete with sewers, ditches, etc. For each apartment and temporary housing building, a joint toilet was also maintained, separate for men and women, and the roads would no longer be dobbed alike even if it rained.

The living environment in the East Side improved to the point where the estate district and its colour were not inferior, except for the large number of makeshift houses in Prefab.

"The march is easier now that the road is easier to navigate."

"Right. Even if the PLA doesn't have a land survey, if you have so much prospect, you can maneuver around a clearly visible range and ignore the star sign (servant) defensive line. Unless you have a spell that interferes with [leap] or [fly] technique."

The curse doctor of the people of the lake responded to the dark voice of Solniak with a sinking face.

In Kufshenka we do not know if the curse was buried in the redeveloped East End after the Great Fire.

Once, Senators Laqueus and others hung up on the central government to let them take steps to discourage the encroachment of the wizard, but the redevelopment went ahead in his absence and is still under construction everywhere.

"Is there still regular army stuffing?

"The number of people has decreased."

The newspaper responded to Solniak's question.

"Stop by the clock after school. Let's get reinforcements."

"Will you come?"

"At least, in Cravel, it's hostile to the PLA"

Hearing the two of them, there was zero doubt from Kufshenka's mouth.

"In the first place, what is the purpose of the PLA's attack on this place?

"Not to kill us all, is it?

When the newspaper stared forward with frightened eyes, the blonde looked like she remembered something.

"I found out there's a branch of the Star Mark in the Autonomous Region, so I don't know what to do to stop the bomb attack... No, well, this is about rumours, but I haven't gotten any ura yet."

The moment the wagon car entered the middle school grounds, the factory sirens rang in unison.