It's all one flower.

Kufshenka thought by carrying a soft nursing meal in her mouth with a spoon.

First, I have to borrow a radical from a confectioner to check the contents of the tape and think about dealing with it.

Even if we were to broadcast the entire show, it would be better not to inform Priest Ferrettorum until after the broadcast. If he broadcasts on the day he goes to Kublum Street, he's likely to be able to delay his discovery for a few days.

The score also explains that it is simply a popular song at Artel, and it might be better to distribute it only at school.

... I wonder who to talk to.

At least, it has to be obvious to the couple at the confectionery store about the radicals.

Kufshenka took longer than usual to finish her breakfast, thinking.

"Good morning, store manager"

That's the voice of the confectioner's son.

In the battle between the Nemus Liberation Army and the Star Mark (servant), she will still be called that after losing her tailor because she is a star road craftsman.

He stood up slowly and stepped out to cover his knees with a cane.

The elementary school boy greeted him well again and gave him a message.

"Today's wallpaper will be in the conference room at the university, because"

"Oh, isn't today the East Church assembly room?

"Yeah. I got a bunch of Barbatum picture books yesterday evening with relief supplies, and they said I couldn't use them for a while because it's hard to sort them out"

"Yes, it was."

Relief supplies shall be accepted once in the Eastern Church, close to the port of Grjaj, and distributed where necessary, such as schools and hospitals. I usually work in warehouses and front yard tents, but other supplies may have arrived in large quantities as well.

"So, I'll pick you up today in about an hour, and then I'll pick you up until Dad gets here, so he said," I'm glad to hear it. "

"Yes. Thanks for the message all the time. Will you tell your father and mother to bring me some radicals?

"Yeah. You're a radical. Okay."

The confectioner's son runs energetically.

I guess I'm glad I can help.

As soon as the elementary school was on summer break, the confectioner's son began to come to the Kufshenka house every morning to give a message.

"Help me, that's great."

Praised by the star road craftsman, the boy smiled bitterly.

"What's going on? Pain in the stomach?"

"It's okay. I'm sorry to help you with your activities. So the compliment is, don't make any difference."

"Regret?"

"Because..."

In a Nemus Liberation Army raid, the confectioners' family fled to Kublum Street.

That day, my son was out of school with a cold and was with his family.

After sunset, a PLA unit approached the streets, but the Autonomous Communities fleeing to the mountains were protected by the Civic Hospital curse doctors.

In the mountain hut traced to the dawn, he even went out to the warcraft that raised the figure of the eaten, but this too, was defeated by the spelldoctor and the captain of the Star Way Prostitute Army, who was able to descend the mountain without lacking a single Autonomous Region Seeker.

"Because I'm a child, because I'm a powerless people, because I can't do anything, because of my slow feet, they chased me away."

Khushchenka, unaware of the evacuation situation in the mountains, finds no words to hang on the boy who seeped tears of remorse.

"If the wizard doctor wasn't around, they could have killed him. If the captain of the Star's Way Brave Army hadn't fought for us, everyone would have been eaten by the Warcraft."

My voice trembles when I remember a horrible day.

The old woman gently wrapped the boy's soft hand with dead hands.

The voice that was bent down falls to the ground.

"The captain told the wizard doctor that this was a magic bullet, but he fought to protect us all by not throwing down his gun. If I were you, I'd be scared of a magic weapon, throw down my gun, abandon everyone and run away."

Khushchenka said the forestry union's battle near the mountain hut was taught separately by multiple people.

Captain Solgnac says the silver bullet he left with the East Parish priest Wentus didn't move at all, even though he was taught it was a powerful technically-executed demon bullet

And he borrowed his magic from the Civic Hospital curse doctor, shooting out the warcraft precisely.

The newsmen who were there said excitedly that the technique applied to the demon bullet had been activated, turning the warcraft that had eaten people into ashes in an instant.

"The doctor used to say he was in the army, but he couldn't use the magic of fighting. But the captain didn't run away, he fought me, and even the powerless people showed me that if I joined forces with the wizard, I could destroy the Warcraft."

Power cages in the boy's hands and voice.

"So I want to do something that I can do, whether I be a child or a powerless people. Because I think we can do a lot more when we join forces with the wizards of Zolata District. Isn't that right, Store Manager?"

"That's right. General Unuk Elhaia said something like that in the district manager's house."

Power returned to the boy's eyes with his face up.

Then, every day, he runs around with messages, not only at the Kufushenka house, but everywhere.

The father rubs his mind if he doesn't fall easily in the heat, but the mother said in a golden voice, "Then you should hit your hand not to be hit by the heat," forcing the confectioner pavilion owner to prepare a hat and a water bottle.

What thoughts would the children have heard of that broadcast that day when the contents of the peace with the Nemus Liberation Army were communicated through the radio to all of the autonomous community of Listver, which the adults had no choice but to protect.

Kufshenka pulled into the back room, checked the bag left behind by the haulier Fiarlka and the recorder Razornik, and watched the small radio that remained at home.