It's all one flower.

When Awellana and Padolrik stopped by the dining room, Lazolnik was there. Sip some tea and enthusiastically turn on your tablet device.

"Oh, just in the right place"

face up from the small screen and invite them.

The two split to his left and right to peek at the terminal.

It's a news site.

The moment the headline enters sight, the pharmacist's (dull) heart jumps. Padolrik shrugged in the same voice he had dreamed of.

"Vaccine production resumes… but the southern part of the Alton Gaza continent is your priority"

"There's been a small epidemic in a few countries around here."

"Don't jump to another place…"

Pharmacist Awellana bit her lip.

"A comrade from Barbatum is sending me local information that's not online, and Farkill is asking you to put it together."

"Oh, so you seem so busy"

When Padolrik nodded, Lazolnik said as a matter of course.

"In the meantime, Cruello, I think I'll get a report on your device, so if I go somewhere with a connection environment, will you tell me not to forget to check? Father."

"Yeah, it's you, Farkill..."

Padolrik tells me Farkil feels responsible and depressed in a case involving refugee work.

Razornik laughed in a dry voice.

"I can't help but care about that."

"But..."

"I was on the news yesterday about the smuggling. But that's so cute. It's just not news yet, the old man is burned to death and [tears], the child is sold off and the powerful people are raised as spelldoctors or are they used in the dark rituals behind them? The powerless people, if they're lucky, adopt their children, otherwise, it's some kind of material."

Razolnik told of the trafficking, and Awellana dropped her shoulder.

"It was the same during half a century of civil unrest, but again, you repeat it."

"History repeats itself, or only thirty years, and that's not how humans change. It's not that far from history, is it? It's a near-memorable past for you."

"Yes, but..."

Awellana, a long-lived race, is as good as Pinatifida, a junior high school student because of her appearance, but her real age is in front of her sixties. Born during half a century of civil unrest, he spent nearly half his life in a war.

"I can't believe the guy who sucked on the sweet juice during the civil unrest is changing his mind this time and making a big deal out of it."

"Right...... right. How [the sorcerer's tears] were treated in the restricted area of Negna Island…"

Padolrik bows down with a sinking face.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana remembered that winter day.

The city of Zerneau burned in a terrorist attack by the Star Road Prostitute Army and [jumped] to the Civil Hospital to check the safety of his father and sister. The accompanying sister was absent, and my father and Awellana were involved in battle and killed my father in front of them.

As a pharmacist, Awellana hit the wounded with officials from the Civil Hospital.

At that time, the funeral home Agoni gave it to a tired medic, not a [magic crystal], but a [magician's tear].

I was told that the source of all the small grains was Municipal High School. Without confirming the identity of [Tears] or the safety of his family, Awellana continued to make magic drugs to help the survivors in front of him as a pharmacist (dull).

The little [tears] ran out of magic whenever the medicine was complete, and smashed and scattered one, and another, in the hands of the pharmacist.

The citizens of Zerneau, who helped them until they consumed traces of their existence, were exposed to indiscriminate bombings by the Artel Lanista coalition, and we do not know how many survived.

... Me and Mr. Agoni, you're criminals when there's nothing.

The story of Padolrik and Lazolnik continues even while Awellana sinks into thingies.

"It may be a little uneven because of the different way in which occupations are classified, but if you're strong enough to be classified as amitostigma-style, you're primary, general, intermediate, and advanced in order of number of nemoralis job seekers."

"How about in amitostigma?

"Lots in order of beginner, intermediate, and just as few in general and advanced. When Nemoralis divided the country in half a century of civil strife, there were many powerless people only for the influx from today's Lacrimalis territory."

"Right. There are people in refugee camps who are powerless to defend themselves in the country."

"I guess I quote a lot about 80%. A powerful people can accept it even in Lacrimalis."

In the capital, Cravel, when the Nemus Liberation Army had a coup d 'état, Padorlik proposed to go to the refugee camp.

He stayed in the country as a result and is now stuck in a rural area in the northeast of Nemoralis Island.

… you really want to evacuate the country for your children.

He wanted to go to the Royal Employment Agency only to gather information for the radio.

At the end of his gaze, the tablet terminal shows news of the far Alton Gaza continent. The Federal Government of Barbatum is in the process of implementing multiple measures to support the export of vaccines whose manufacture has resumed, to halt the epidemic in the southern part of the Alton Gaza continent and to prevent its spread.

There is a "country subject to travel restrictions" in the relevant link.

... they won't sell it to Nemoralis... what a coit, right?

A little anxiety passes through the pharmacist's brain.

Awellana drove it into the corner of her head and took a big, swollen rucksack in her hand. Everything in it is a material that makes medicines for symptomatic treatment.