It's all one flower.

The church grounds lit by morning light were squatted (quail) with star signs (servants) and wounded in the battle of the Nemus Liberation Army. A few of them shrugged themselves off as suspicious men on the cloak who appeared neglected.

"I am a doctor at Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital. I brought you relief supplies."

The spelldoctor Septentorio slowly walked over to the chapel without removing his hood and mask. Those who infiltrated the guards' uniforms and factory work clothes retreat with their hips on the ground and distance themselves from the curse doctor.

I stood in front of the main door trying not to see my frozen face in fear.

The door opens thinly in front of the knock and Razornik shows his face.

Good morning, Doctor Spell.

"Good morning. You're safe."

... have you been waiting for me?

The spelldoctor showed him five [endless bags] entrusted to the haulier Fiarluca. Razornik whistles small to receive.

The baggage tags on the mouth strings were nursing food, weaning and powdered milk and breastfeeding bottles, sturdy bread and canned and dried fruit, diapers and blankets, and medicines. At this time, [Infinite Bag] alone will be a considerable amount. In just one night, I wrapped my tongue around the handiwork and financial power of this much prepared fiarluca.

... That's all, more people are working for peace, and it's easier for humans, things, and money to get together.

The spelldoctor Septentorio felt reliable, but at the same time horrified.

The priest opens the main door completely and enters the chapel with the morning breeze. The smell of burning and chemicals had faded considerably. The raw, warm and starchy air of the crowded cage flows out. I heard several baby cries overlapping.

Good day, Doctor. You're safe.

"You are all safe and above all. The PLA didn't come, did they?

"No... it's just that my deputy listened to this one, so it's convenient to discuss it..."

A wounded man who had just arrived this morning raised his surprise and the story of the priest was scratched off. Razornik waves loudly to silence him.

"Yes, yes, listen to me. Yikes! I'm going to distribute relief supplies and treat the injured, so I'm going to vacate the place for a little while."

The Kirkuls of the Ristover Autonomous Region speak with their neighbours in gaze, restraining each other and not moving.

A priest left the chapel and looked around at the wounded.

"This is the sensei of Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital. We've been helping seriously injured people in occupational accidents under the agreement ever since."

"This is the situation, so don't worry about the cost of treatment"

Employees just look up to the curse doctor, and they don't move as one.

Razornik loosened the [endless bag] of strings.

"They magically cure it. Someone else should go somewhere else, like the star sign. The priest gave forgiveness to the agreement because, in faith, there's nothing wrong with it, but around there, well, it's a matter of mood?

The tailor's manager leaves the door and takes the [Infinite Bag] out of Razornik's hands.

"It's a relief supply in such a small bag?

"No, this is..."

Septentorio perceived the old woman's intentions to know before half a century of civil unrest and retrieved [endless bags] from her dead branchy hands.

"This is a magic bag, so it has a lot more in it than it looks. I'll try to open one, so please open the place wide. Because it could be an underlay for your luggage."

The spelldoctor advances into the center of the premises.

The wounded employees pulled their faces together and pulled over to the edge.

Swing the one with the loose mouth string upside down. The landscape distorted near the mouth of the [infinite bag], and a cardboard box far larger than the bag body appeared slightly on. The box that made a heavy noise and fell is the size that one adult is likely to crouch in.

The curse doctor is pushed by one cardboard after another, twitching and retreating. He went back to the chapel entrance and finally emptied it. There was nothing left to shake.

A woman and an old man come out of the chapel terrified.

"Is this... powdered milk?

"Yes, it should contain exactly what the box says. I think there are other breastfeeding and breastfeeding bottle boxes."

"What's in the other Nantka bags?

"Food, blankets, etc., but as much as anything else, I think. First of all, to not clean up this place."

[Infinite Bag], which was out of surgery, was pushed into the pocket of the white coat. stunned by a cardboard that filled nearly half the square in front of the chapel.

... I didn't know you could prepare so much in just one night.

Some of the supplies for the refugee camps may have been turned over to the Listwar Autonomous Community.

"Can people go to the doctor and help me clean it up when it's healed?

The spelldoctor and the people of the Autonomous Region return to me in the voice of Razornik.

The employees peered into the driveway and still didn't move.

They walked this far on their own. If you're aware of an infection, even if you leave it to natural healing, there's something else in your life.

More than that, I'm concerned about the seriously injured.

You won't be able to move from the factory that became the battlefield. While I'm doing this here, I might do my best. No, it could have been eaten by demons and warcraft that occurred from the bodies within last night.

The priest began loading cardboard by type beside the main door. Those who reveal the night in the chapel help. Manager Kufshenka poked his wand and moved to an unobstructed place of work.

"Yesterday, the Nemus Liberation Army came, but the priest persuaded me that he would not come here anymore"

"No, that, but..."

"If the district chiefs find me... you know what?

"Yeah."

Those who seeped blood in the same work clothes lurked their voices, and flickered away at the path that neither man nor car would pass. Razornik makes me feel frightened.

"You're more afraid of the Kirkurian star sign than the Fluxinus Liberation Army? You're from the same Autonomous Community."

"Nah... you're one of us!

My gaze gathered on the young man in the uniform of the security company. A dozen wounded and nearly twice as many church evacuees await the next word of the guard who clearly denied the star sign (servant).

Septentorio, the people of the lake, was about to be crushed by the bitter silence of both, but watched without pinching his mouth.

A guard squeezes courage with his voice.

"We were given weapons to fight together. But I don't want to help you kill anyone! When I ran away, I got shot in the back, and when I realized I was just here... hiding in the apartment I was about to make, and I spent the night, and then I came running away after it got bright."

Men in work clothes sitting near him nod. Some wiped their tears with dirty sleeves.

My hand stops cleaning up relief supplies.

"Even those guys don't think we're one of them!

"Then have it healed before you find it, take a blanket and some food, and run off to Kublum Street. When it's healed, you can go, right?

The wounded finally lifted their heavy hips, Razornik said.

The sound of dryness echoed over the green space.

Something burst in the distance.

For a moment, people looked at each other and turned their gaze to the estate district.

Continuous light bursting sound.

The spelldoctor recalled the day the Civil Hospital was raided by the Star Road Prostitute Army.

"Mr. Warden, I think I'm getting busy, so I'm not coming this way. Shouldn't you have it healed properly within the moment and run off to the mountains just for those who can escape?

"The church is full of people who can't escape to the mountains, no more..."

The sinister voice of the priest ensued in the light words of Razornik.

"The curse doctor, me, I'll be in touch and everything, so I'll be in touch."

"Please, be safe"

Intelligence agent Razornik headed south on foot as the wind caught his constant gunfire.