It's all one flower.

It is not a noon siren.

The driver's watch is just past ten.

How many factories ring, low and high, mixed and overlapping, the sirens echo across the Listver Autonomous Region.

People on the road look anxiously at the factory group on the eastern shore.

A large number of company cars began to flow through opposing lanes while newspaper shoppers' wagons did not go very far.

Every car carries more employees than its capacity, loading people up to the carriage of trucks with no front or nothing, and countless faces that uniformly cause fear to be affixed.

"Sounds like you're late."

There is a group of people ahead of Captain Solniak's gaze.

Overflowing from the sidewalk, pushing past empty land and temporary housing grounds. A light tiger running in front of the wagon stopped and the newspaper store hung a sudden brake.

Manager Kufshenka opens the passenger seat window and screams.

"To Kublum Street! Run to the mountains!

There is not even a scream out of the mouths of people frozen in fear, and the voices of someone screaming "out of the way," "backwards," etc. are heard in the yak.

Manager Kufshenka yells at the crowd over and over again.

Whether the voice reached the ear and heart or not, people's movements remained the same.

There is no appearance of a child in the group of people fleeing.

"School, what are you gonna do?

"It's not like you're saying something relaxing about discussing measures anymore."

The newsman's drawn face turned around and intelligence agent Razornik responded to confirm the current situation.

"Store manager, store manager!

A woman's high voice approaches.

Manager Kufshenka climbs out of the passenger seat window and screams.

"Wioler!"

A young woman, called Viola, scratches the crowd waves that push her half to drown and is drawn to the wagon by a man with her.

The newspaper switched the engine back on and sounded the cration.

"Hey, brother, give him a ride! Congratulations."

Razornik opens the rear door and pulls up a pregnant woman whose belly is still inconspicuous.

The spelldoctor Septentorio crouched under Captain Solgnac's feet to vacate his seat.

"Praesaw, too, get on and close it!

The newsman's yelling was followed by the noise of the door slammed shut.

Kufshenka Store Manager screams.

"To the church!

Swirl the wagon as the newspaper rattles the clutches.

"The big road, the plug, it's easy to get from the sidewalk!

"Hurry up!

A cursory moving car made the tire snap, suddenly increasing its speed. Respond to the crowd's anger with cluction and run forcefully.

A strange man's voice speaks of the situation as if he had cut a weir.

"Mi, the army of the people of the lake! The army swept away the interrogation center with evil! It was a bad business, and the gate broke in no time! So, me, I need to get back to my house, take Viola, and run away from the people of the lake anyway! Newspapers, isn't this going to go any faster? I don't know what happened to the factory. The people of the lake are attacking us!

Captain Solgnac gently fixed my misaligned hood.

"What is the size, commander, etc. of the Nemus Liberation Army?

"I don't know! I don't know anything, but anyway, the people of the lake attacked me! Come on, we gotta get out of here!

"So, Mr. Store Manager... what do I do now..."

Thin voices tremble.

A voice of a young man called Praesaw by the newspaper tells of his concerns.

"Viola didn't get away with the mountain because she was sleeping in a terrible way. Unless it's better to be eaten by a monster than killed by an evil (ah) shikiye (on purpose), I, I don't want Viola or my child to feed the monster! Help me... help me!

The disturbed man had a large mouth count on the groan.

"Around the rumor, I haven't gotten the ura yet, but this time the Nemus Liberation Army came..."

Praesaw breathlessly shut up as Razornik began to speak in a calm voice.

"They couldn't wait for General Unuk Elhaia's orders after grabbing information that there was a branch of Star Mark (Shibe) here, and they moved on their own. He wants to stop the bomb attack on Nemoralis Island."

"Why are you such a handkerchief..."

Disbelief seeps into Praesaw's voice.

Intelligence agent Razornik responded with a calm voice.

"I'm an informant. So, I went to Warden Ng earlier, but everyone on the star sign is jerking off, waiting around with guns all over the field, so you can't just run over there."

Praesaw's voice sinks.

"You too... I have the factory next to us, the arsenal of star markers. All the employees next door are star markers, so I'm sure by now..."

"Where's Omei?

"We're not in the middle of something I know."

"Then the first battlefield is factory and mall."

Captain Solniak's voice joins the newspaper store and some employee like Praesaw.

"It is unclear how much time an employee's unit can buy, but go as far as possible to Kublum Street and so on within the present..."

"So heh! He said no mountains!

"We cleaned it up in our business, so at least we'll be fine in one day."

The manager of Kufushenka called the frustrating employee to forgiveness, but the impetuous momentum returned the doubt.

"At night? I don't know how many weapons the star symbol has, but it's an enemy of the Wizard's army! Mostly, it's a way to tell them who we are and who we are! I don't care who he is, he's going to kill us all! It's over... it's over. Everything..."

"Praesaw......"

A voice containing the labor of Viola embarrasses her husband with tears.

Employee Praesaw pleaded.

"Mr. Store Manager, I'm just helping Viola and the others! I don't care what happens to me! Hey, give me some good wisdom! You're a great artisan, aren't you?

"Don't you dare, let's all go to church now"

Manager Kufshenka told him where to go like a quiet prayer.

The wagon stopped.

"Please. With the help of both of you, save us"

Manager Kufshenka, who descended earlier, opens the back seat door and bows his head. Intelligence agent Razornik pointed himself in the face like a pigeon had eaten a bean cannon.

"What? Me?

"Me too?

The spelldoctor Septentorio pulled the hood down and woke himself up with his face hidden by more than half.

"Please"

With the overlapping voices of Kufshenka Store Manager and Captain Solniak, Septentorio stopped thinking about how many [leaps] he could carry at a time with his magic.

... They are devout Kirkurs. Where am I supposed to take you outside the Autonomous Community?

"Excuse me, excuse me! Me, my wife!

As soon as they all got off, the newsman stepped in the accelerator and ran away towards the estate district.

The church in the East End hasn't heard from the Nemus Liberation Army offensive yet, and it's quiet around.

An aunt sweeping the sidewalk with a crude (broom) looked around the line with a suspicious (keen) face and called out to Viola, who seemed to be the easiest to talk to.

"Viola, how's it going? Got a little better?

"Yes, no, not now."

"The army is attacking the people of the lake!

"Huh?

The aunt shifted her gaze from the employee couple to the manager of Kufushenka.

The tailor's manager nods.

"If you can walk the mountain on your own, run to Kublum Street"

The aunt threw out the bamboo and ran to the compartment lined with temporary housing.