It's all one flower.

Outside the chapel, a familiar face awaited.

"Sensei!"

"I can't believe Sensei is coming to help me..."

The first firewood pickers I met that day on Kublum Avenue and the boy I fractured in a car accident in the factory. Tears separate from fear, surrounding the cloak suspicious.

The spelldoctor Septentorio said, without taking the hood.

"We don't have time to get old friends together. Quickly to the mountains."

Men wave their hands and shout at the crowd running to church.

"This place is full already!

"Run to the mountains! Mountain!"

Black smoke rises from the eastern shore, where there is a factory group, burning odor on the wind, and an indescribable chemical odor flows. People with their noses and mouths covered with sleeves and towels come running down a brand new path. I don't see the end of the line.

Captain Solgnac was already well ahead of him.

"Sensei, too, come on!

My ex-patient boy pulled my cape, and the spelldoctor Septentorio also rode into the flow of people.

Most of the cars flow to the estate district, and few climb the green space on foot to see if they were caught up in it.

"Mountain! It's Kublum Street!

"Run to the mountains!

Voices are heard, and some slip down the meadow, but many times more run up the hill.

... Are they star marks too?

Not only were there men who seemed to be able to fight, but some of them ran up the hill looking like women. I don't think I can fight a woman of a powerless people, but there's nothing I can do more than not get a voice. There was a flow of driveways and thick people between them, even as they stopped people heading to the estate district.

There are few (mostly) cars driving down lanes from the estate district. A slight car pushes the protruding stream of people back in cluction, turning the curve towards the Kublum Mountains to the south.

A wagon with a confectionery shop name came down the hill.

A woman wearing a coat from the top of the apron rides herself out of the passenger seat window and calls to go to the mountains in a golden voice, but people continue on to the estate district as if they could not hear.

"Go to the field, the district chiefs will protect you!

"I heard you can't be a wizard in that fence!

"You can go to a mountain full of monsters!

Some people hear yelling back, and the flow of people changes.

The confectioner woman yells back with a loss and a cut of gold.

"The road made us all beautiful last year! If you go that way, you'll be in a fight!

"Don't get involved! Fight for your faith!

"You're not a mountain nigger eater!

"You don't even have to be eaten by a haunted monster to starve to death!

A wagon car cut down the hill and the woman gave up persuasion and ran away calling for her to flee to the Kublum Mountains.

The spelldoctor is pushed by the flow of people, and he leans (grunts) and proceeds while holding down with one hand so that the hood does not come off. It was difficult for my ex-patient to grasp the edge of my cape and guide me.

Underfoot turns into a gentle uphill.

The number of people in the mouth decreases and the speed increases.

All the shoes in sight are crude, but when we met Morph and the other star road prostitutes, there was not a pair of worn out shoes.

I look back as I hold the hood so I can't see the green brow.

The church was no longer visible and black smoke, stirred by the wind of the lake, had fallen on the autonomous community.

Under a thin cloudy sky, a crowd of people spreads like a carpet, sewing between makeshift homes in prefabricated houses and brand-new wooden mortar apartments, flowing west and south.

Septentorio, once again, turned forward and rode the flow of people.

I accidentally went out to a place where I had pioneered how far I had gone.

A few cars stop at the edge of a little square, and the cobblestone road leads ahead as well. There were no artifacts on either side of the road, and the trees grew neglected.

People climb more and more ramps.

... Is this the square then?

This is where he was put on a newspaper shop wagon after healing an uncountable number of wounded people on Kublum Street. If you go to the back of this forest, you will go out to a section protected by the [exorcism] rubble of Kublum Street.

"I will wait here to protect your backs"

"Sensei, are you okay on your own?

The ex-patient boy leads the curse doctor.

Even if he of the powerless people stays, rejection is a trap. But the feeling was never happier than this.

"I'll see what I can do. I was in the army a long time ago."

"Honestly, are you okay with this? Sensei, you're okay, right?

"It's okay. Don't worry about the back, follow Captain Solgnac and move on. He possesses a weapon that can counter the Warcraft."

The former patient gazed into the green eyes of the people of the lake and wiped tears with her sleeves.

"Sensei, don't die for us or something. If you get fucked, run away with magic."

When I let go of the end of my cape and thank you, I get confused by the flow of people. I guess I go ahead screaming several names because I'm out of line with my brothers.

The spelldoctor Septentorio entered between the wagon cars on the carrier and avoided the flow of people.

Remove the tablet device entrusted to Lazolnik from the pocket of the white coat. The screen lit up when I stroked the black board in the procedure I was taught.

The antenna symbol in the lower right corner is "one".

... you stood more than two and then pressed the "send button".

More south, they have to get closer to the Lacrimaris territorial side.

Regret blurred his head as to which neighborhood the district chiefs were always communicating around, I should have asked, but immediately turned his consciousness to now.

Peek into the driver's seat.

The digital clock on the dashboard was long past noon, but the smell of preparing meals from nowhere flowed. From time to time, the wind just feels a slight smell of burning.

The flow of people to Kublum Street is uninterrupted.

Most of them are dressed and don't hold one, passing by early enough.

I have water, but I can't say anything about food. The grass was growing, but if it was the kind that could be eaten, it was limited.

Spring, though, is cold on mountain nights.

Where should I take all this number of people?

How many days ahead, should I keep running away?

... Calm down. There is plenty of water. There are even a few mountain grasses to eat. It's not the middle of winter anymore. At the very least, there is no fear (presumably) of leaving a place where you are engaged and engaging in battle. First safety was gained. If the Nemus Liberation Army doesn't come this way, we're likely to survive until tomorrow morning.

I tell myself to look for safe ingredients for each one.

I don't know how the PLA and the star markers move and how the war situation and front change. I can't help but worry about my anxiety after tomorrow now that I have no information.

In the first place, this time, we know nothing about the size, strength, or command of the Nemus Liberation Army, which moved unauthorized to General Unuk Elhaia.

... all I can do now is build a wall with [fucked water] and stop marching when the PLA comes?

Through the car, through the groves and close to Kublum Street.

The terminal antenna is unstable. The first bottle was solid, but the second repeated the brightness, and the third had no point (s) at all.

If we go too far, we can't protect the rear-end residents. Climb the gentle slopes of the miscellaneous woods at a distance that is unattached and not far away.

I remembered that there was a limit to charging, and I turned it off and beat it in my white pocket.

From the periphery where the young leaves adore, the thin sun just shoots, as I recall, and the clouds cover the entire sky. The wind above seems to be quite strong, and the cloud mass flowed more and more.

I was also given a photovoltaic charger, but now I don't get enough light.

... even if it just doesn't rain, okay.

Regardless of the septentorio feathering a cape from the top of a white coat hung with various techniques of protection, the Autonomous Communities are powerless people, all dressed in crude clothing hung without any technique whatsoever.

If you set fire to the position you can see from the foot, the Nemus Liberation Army will know you escaped to the mountains.

As always, there is no appearance of a child in the group of people rushing the mountain path. At the discretion of the school directors, they would have decided to stay in a reinforced concrete school building.

I can hear the baby because my parents run away with it.

How many people can't escape, or go into church, and have no choice but to dive (hiss) their breath at home?

What happens to the inhabitants of the estate districts and rural areas, and to the district chiefs and other star beacons who seek help and flee there?

In the technique that Septentorio has mastered, it is suspicious whether he can protect the people who fled to the mountains from demons and warcraft.

… There are also a lot of people who have no power to fight, but who want to protect all the people of the Autonomous Region.

Mock yourself and look forward.

The safe [exorcism] bedrock road width is only about two people. The hurry and anger cling from the rear, but the line doesn't go as far as you think. Still, I don't go off the road because I can see cluttered demons drifting like dirty fog.

Protected by the [exorcism] of the white coat, only the circumference of the spelldoctor Septentorio was visible brightly in the groves.

People glimpse the only suspicious man on the cloak walking off the streets of Kublum flickering sideways, but do not speak up as one.

After tea time, by the time the day began to tilt, one of the rear of the line passed in front of the spelldoctor Septentorio.