It's all one flower.

It was said that the treatment of Korchark would take about a month, as expected by the septentorio of the [blue one-wing] school. Admit to the West Temple Attachment Hospital in La Crimalis, Wang capital, far from your home village.

Mella, who accompanies her brother, was declared back to normal by the [winged lizard (lizard)] school curse doctor, who repeatedly thanked her as she cried.

"After the first surgery, it's hard to take care of him. Not if you're crying now."

"I can't believe I have to do everything myself."

"If you have a problem, call the nurse (us) at the [ringing bell] in the hospital room."

The curse doctor at the treatment center smiled and stabbed the nail, and the nurses encouraged their brothers and sisters.

"And, Doctor Spell, if you have time, could you help me out a little bit?

"Hate, I have plans for this afternoon."

When the septentorio gently refused, the [winged lizard] school curse doctor did not devour any more.

The nurse pushes the wheelchair, and Mella and the village chief's son hold the package. I got a little lost, but Septentorio also decided to follow me to the hospital room.

I was guided to a private room to accompany you during your stay.

Many wounds and illnesses can be cured immediately if surgery is used. Hospitals with many curse doctors typically have a large number of these private rooms.

Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital was the only septentorio where the spelldoctor was from the [blue one-wing] school and the inpatient was mainly a sick person.

Medical practitioners of science were also understaffed, basically large rooms, with small numbers of private rooms.

Its place of work has not yet been rebuilt or debris removed, as a result of last winter's air raid and restrictions on access.

Septentorio heard the nurse tell her brothers and sisters about the attention she was in hospital and was relieved that the West Temple Attachment Hospital in Lacrimalis, the king's capital, was able to maintain its former Lacus Lacrimalis kingdom-era posture.

... Why has the road been so divided?

A nurse left the hospital room after explaining the precautions.

The hospital room is somewhat breathless, feeling cramped just because there are four people in the lake.

Colchark settles from his wheelchair to his bed, and Mella puts her luggage on the bed for an escort, quick, and puts the textbook on the pillow.

The village chief's son and Septentorio watched with the thought of a slight shoulder load.

Wait for the packing to finish and ask Fiarluca what she said.

"Earlier hauliers go everywhere at work. If you're in the hospital, and you ever come to Wang Du again, I'm going to ask you to do something about you, but what will you do?

"What? Is that okay? Oh no..."

Korchark clouds his words with anticipation, reluctance and vigilance.

"Of course (of course), she's also in business, so she'll be asked for something. But the doctors will see what's going on in the hospital, but I don't think there's a single acquaintance out there, and I don't think they're free."

"Earlier, you'll see him soon, won't you? I brought a lot of stuff for the replacement, so I'll give you that."

When the village chief's son offered, his brothers and sisters were increasingly frightened.

Kolchark looks up and answers with his ready eyes.

"It's very thick, can you do me a favor? … I will definitely pay you back when I can work"

"The hospital bill seems cheaper than I thought, and you don't have to worry so much"

The village chief's son smiles gently, but Mella stares at him silently, holding his brother's hand.

The brothers and sisters were to be eaten outside the treatment center, Septentorio and the village chief's son.

"Well, Mella, it's going to be tough to nurse, but you're going to have to keep up with the spelldoctors and the nurses. And don't forget to study."

"Hi! I brought some proper textbooks and stuff!

The smile I couldn't make was painful to reject.

When the village chief's son had paid the initial fee and the two of us left the lobby, we saw just Fiarlka coming this way.

"Lunch, not yet, right? It's crowded in front of the temple, so let's make it the shop behind it."

After a long visit with his first villager, Septentorio leaves it to Fiarluca to follow him.

It was a small fixer close to the nursing home that was guided. An inconspicuous store buried around the city, without guidance, you wouldn't have even noticed it existed.

I can't separate the kitchen in a small store.

To prevent copper poisoning, the use of the land population is strictly prohibited.

More than half of the seats are vacant, even at noon, thanks to the stickers by the door.

When I asked him to take care of my brothers and sisters, the haulier understood me perfectly.

"The reward... well, let me tell you more about the village and the nearby city."

"There's nothing in the country, is there?

"Information is worth using, depending on how you use it."

The village chief's son shut up with a thought face for a while, but in the end, he didn't even think of the question, which changed the subject.

Talk about shops around here while eating a civilian meal in a lake full of green and blue.

Fiarlka made the tablet terminal display maps and shop exterior photos, and the village chief's son took a note in the notebook at best.

"Wangdu is a city, so you have something so convenient."

"Artel would have it in any country."

"Eh... well, the information just now..."

"Think about it for yourself."

The three finished eating a fixed meal that would be poisoned to death with one meal if they were a land people, accounting separately and leaving the store.

Fiarlka takes the village chief's son to the nearby shopping district to take the land sidewalk.

Septentorio boarded a crossing to the Second Temple.

It's been a while since I've visited, but people who go out with each other are full of strangers. Aim for the library and walk slowly.

The library, which quickly appeared among the trees, was there in the same way as it was when Septentorio was a military doctor in the former Royal Army of Lacus Lacrimalis.

Only here, quiet as time has stopped.

Stepping inside, the smell of the old book evoked one memory after another.

More than two hundred years ago, I can't even remember the title of the book I borrowed. Yet the peaceful sight of those nostalgic days revived so vividly that tears seemed to spill.

Going upstairs, one of the meeting rooms opened the door and I saw a visitor.