It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio did not return after the scheduled date. I hear something happened in the Ristover Autonomous Region, but until the needle amiera, the information doesn't come around.

Today is the day to go to the refugee camp in Amitostigma.

If it was on schedule, the spelldoctor Septentorio, the singer Oratorix, would have [jumped] with needle Amiella and Sarotka, but I couldn't help but be there.

Much since then, I've been practicing magic.

Amiella puts sleeves through her clothes for a New Year's concert in Patens.

Until now, I had no idea, but this garment did, indeed, create a magical stream. [Knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] As instructed by the scholarly craftsmen, even embroidery applied without explanation protects the wearer.

… this is the magic of the [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] school.

The same embroidery was found in the "Star Dojo" of the Bible held by the tailor's manager Kufshenka. Even if you don't know what effect each curse will have, if you embroider it exactly, the procedure will activate.

On the other hand, I find that convenient, and it was horrible.

We still have a little time before Oratorix picks us up.

I took a peek into the computer room.

Farkill is glittering with the screen by himself. There was also an indication of something on the tablet terminal on the desk.

Hit the keyboard lined with lots of buttons with great speed and don't even notice Amiela entering the room. Gently turn around behind you and peek at the computer screen.

"What?"

"What? Ah, Mr. Amiella"

Farkill turned to his accidentally leaked voice.

Nemus Liberation Army, attack on Ristover Autonomous Region

Amiella nailed it to the screen and had no words. Furkill takes the tablet terminal and explains it in a disgusting way.

"Last night, Mr. Lazolnik contacted me, and yesterday morning, Mr. Fiarlka [jumped] to the city of Noji with relief supplies. If you're a spell doctor, you'll know both the Autonomous Region and the City of Noji, so you'll come and get it..."

"Oh, you know, what else? Is the manager safe?

"Yes. That sounds fine. Mr Lazolnik contacted me this morning. But it's bad for my heart, so I want Dr. Lacueus to keep it a secret."

"Yeah... you're not such a wacko"

The screen displays photographs of magically burning guns piled on factory grounds, photographs of lake people carrying wounded autonomous community employees, and photographs of people tied up and trapped somewhere. And behold, the bound men were wrapped around the arms of the star sign.

"The curse doctor received relief supplies and went to church..."

Farkill showed me a picture of the church by moving the screen down.

Sure, it's a Kirkulus church, but the building is brand new, and the surrounding buildings pictured are just things Amiela doesn't know, and I don't know where the church is.

A cardboard box piles up in front of the chapel and the people of the lake distribute something to the inhabitants. The priests and ni monks watching over it are the two people Amiella knows well.

Eyes on the photo.

I found a face that I knew several people, and a hot object filled it up. Unexpectedly, I could see the safety of an acquaintance who was unsure of his cheapness from the winter fires, and I have no words.

Furkill can hold down his licence and weep at Amiela.

"Oh, you know, the manager hasn't photographed it, but it's okay. Mr. Razornik said he would deliver the letter later. Uh, don't tell Dr. Lacueus until I bring the letter home, and this page is still out there, just don't be afraid to get ready."

"Oh, I'm sorry. My neighbor's aunt, glad to know she's alive."

In an effort to wipe his tears and repair his smile, Farkill pulled out his shoulder.

"It seems that some members of the PLA entered the autonomous community on their own. General Unuk Elhaia noticed and told me to stop fighting, and these tied men are members of the Star Mark (servant) who did not respond to the truce."

"What happens to these people?

"He says the general and the great people of the Autonomous Region are having a discussion right now."

"Really..."

There was no face I knew in the bondage.

I hope the discussion is better decided, but the district manager of the Listver Autonomous Region is also the branch manager of the star sign (servant). If he penetrates a hard-line attitude, will General Unuk Elhaia destroy the Autonomous Communities?

Even though it has been abandoned, for Amiela it is the home where she was born and raised. Still, a loved one lives and lives.

... but you can't do anything to me.

I can only pray that the district manager is guided by the light of wisdom and makes the best choice.

"Oh, I knew you were here."

Archione opened the door without even knocking.

"The curse doctor isn't here, and I'm going to take Sarotka's place, so thank you."

"What, Archione's going to fix it?

"I don't like sewing, so I'm gonna help you with the song."

A delightful black eye looks back at Amiella's lake water-colored eyes.

"What? But today's song isn't normal..."

"I know, and the video filled me with lessons. You're going to sing today."

Archione blocked me with a quick mouth, and Amiella whispered. I had no idea when the four of the bouquets of peace were practicing their curses.

Farkill rounds his eyes.

"Is that okay? It's a magic song, right?

"I heard that with that [crystal], even the powerless people can help."

"So, the Elektras, too?

The leader of the idle unit "Bouquet of Peace" walks out with his back to the two of them.

"The other three, it looks like they haven't decided yet, so it's just me today. Then hurry up, because Dr. Oratorix is waiting."

"Ugh, yeah."

Amiella followed him on a small run.

The refugee camp in Amitostigma was created by cutting through part of a vast forest.

Land and building materials, fuel, etc. could be secured at once, but damage to wildlife such as demons, warcraft and pigs is inevitable.

Still, for refugees fleeing the Republic of Nemoralis, it was far better than being exposed to indiscriminate chorionic bombardment by the drones of the Artel Lanista coalition, bomb attacks by star signs (servants) that marked Kirkurist fundamentalism, and city warfare of the coup d 'état of the Nemus Liberation Army, which was armed with a theocratic retreat.

At least if it's cold or wildlife, we can prevent it if we work hard to build round cabins and fences.

Since the Amitostigma government expressed its reception of refugees, a large number of refugees had carried out works under the guidance of experts, leaving the wounded as they did every day.

More than a year after the opening of the war, we are now accustomed to the work, with fewer injuries, but still not comparable to the general construction sites.

The influx of refugees and the daily expansion of camps prevented them from patrolling walls and walls with protective techniques, like normal towns and villages, and continued to cause demons and warcraft damage.