It's all one flower.

Home care is for all those who have been hit in the leg by a four-eyed wolf.

"Oh, you're right. If I get hit in the arm, if my legs are safe, I want to go to the city hospital."

"Yep. If the four-eyed wolf has a smaller prey, it's neck, if you think it's big, first aim at the leg, weaken it so you can't escape, and then come stab Todome. I can't help but get more foot injuries."

When the spelldoctor Septentorio told a story he heard from the knight when he was a military doctor, the funeral home Agoni rounded his eyes and the village chief dropped his shoulder.

"Did they have such a little manoeuvre a while ago?"

"Corner, you told me, we're not strong enough to wear [armor]..."

Even if you know that an attack will come, the Warcraft is far more agile and does not make the same human.

Even though he had military service experience, Septentorio himself, who was backup, could not help but dodge and escape if he meant aggressive, as opposed to offensive and defensive.

"So we just have to keep an eye out and, as soon as we realize, let everyone know out loud and [jump] and get away with it, but still it seems like this..."

"Even in a big city, we don't have enough warcraft to get rid of it. There was a scaly spider in Yarbraka's neighborhood the other day, but that was already tough."

When Agoni spoke about the damage to livestock, the martyrdom of police officers, and the financing of extermination costs, the village chief had a deep sigh (one).

"This is the last place."

In the eighth garden on the southern edge of the village, the farmers are in a wellside meeting. The main agenda seems to be about the difficulty of nursing and the neglect of the bureau, but even while the three of them are close, the topic flies over and rolls over, and it's remarkable to go back again.

One of the five noticed and suddenly shut up. Eyes on the chest of two other people.

"Ah... [Blue One Wing]?

"Really, doctor?

"Yes, um..."

"Why didn't you come sooner?!

Exploding anger and grief blocked the spelldoctor. It wasn't a powerful word, but it shocked me like I was stuck with a grilled skewer all over my body, and I stopped breathing.

"If you had come last month, my child would have saved me..."

A screaming freak cries down, and one of the neighbors holds that shoulder.

The other three apologized orally.

"I'm sorry I disturbed you"

"I just lost my only son, and I'm worried."

"Thank you for coming to such a country"

"Sorry to bother you...... let's go home"

My companion urges me, and your grandfather leaves the scene crying.

Only the old man who told her the story remained and tried to get the spelldoctor into the house, but he stopped moving when he saw Agoni.

"Me? As you can see, the main business is a funeral parlor, but now I'm helping a mobile broadcaster."

"He saw that people in the area were having trouble, and he let me know."

In a word from the curse doctor, my eyes visibly changed on your funeral parlor. The village chief adds.

"The funeral parlor persuaded the curse doctor to bring him from the refugee camp in Amitostigma."

"Well ah... did you bother to bring me back from a foreign country?

The story passed slightly off, but the spelldoctor and funeral parlor responded with an ambiguous smile, without denial or correction.

The front door opened in momentum before your grandfather could put his hand on the door knob.

"Mr. Murakami, are you sure the doctor is here?

A girl with short hair pops up and nails her eyes at someone else in white.

"Oh, uh, are you really a doctor?

"Yes. [Blue One Wing] So I can't cure my illness..."

"It's hard for your brother to be bitten by a warcraft! Please! I'll do anything, please help your brother!

"Come on, lady, I'll do anything with such a big voice. It's not a mon to say. What if a bad guy asks me and makes me [a sorcerer's tear]?

The girl with short hair chewed her lips and bowed.

"Mella, don't let the kids out! Sorry for the disrespect of the curse doctor, the funeral parlor, and our daughter... it's embarrassing to be a country man..."

"No problem.... That's all you're worried about, isn't it?

When the spelldoctor Septentorio hears, the girl, called Mella, snorts and listens with a peek at her flying mother on the side.

"When your brother asks you to heal, can I see it?

"If a girl sees it, it's a little tight, isn't it?

As Agoni pinched her mouth, Mella nodded forcefully.

"It's okay. Brother, because you are badly injured because of me...... please don't hesitate to tell me if you are tired and run out of magic. If you like with my magic, I'll give you as many as you want."

"Maybe you don't have to worry about that. … but if you need it, please do so then"

"Yes. Please. Brother, it's the bedroom."

Mella let her eyes shine and said cheerfully, pulling the spelldoctor's hand and running small into the back of the house.

"I'll wait here."

"Are you sure?

"Oh, you can say it. If I show my face, the injured will be anxious. Don't go too fast."

I hurried to the patient with Agoni and Mr. Ogumi on my back.

"Brother! Doctor, you're here!

When the girl opened the bedroom door with momentum, the smell of (su) eh poured out into the hallway.