It's all one flower.

Kufshenka called a couple of confectioners home and had a heavy cardboard box carried to Wristver University.

The three boxes are blank and do not show the contents.

When the logoed wagon on the store name stopped in front of the student assembly room, the students who would always help with the wallpaper came out.

"That's heavy."

"Some su this"

The boys students who carried me wipe their sweats with their sleeves (so) and listen. Kufshenka closed the assembly room door and whispered with her dead branchy fingers against her dry lips.

"It's a pandemic novel in Artel."

"Novel?"

Doubts and whispers spread to the students.

"He said it's very popular with young Co. There's a bit of an immoral scene where adults and clergy talk about frowning, but now they haven't designated a ban."

"Oh, don't tell the priests."

One of the boys nods with a figured face, and the others sneer.

Girls students said nothing but laugh bitterly.

"I want to put it in seven places: college and high school."

"How many books do you have?"

"It's still going on, but let's have nine pairs of the latest twenty-seven volumes."

"So much?"

Students round their eyes.

That day, the green-haired haulier said he would deliver three sets, but he brought three times as many. It weighs a lot to say a literary book, but she left it with a cheerful face, carrying it in a magic bag.

A couple of confectioners loaded into a wagon car rub their hips and face each other.

There are more than two pairs at this Listwer University, West High School in rural areas, Central and Commercial High Schools in the estate district, East and Industrial High Schools in Old Barack Street, Higher Colleges, and a total of seven places.

I'm worried if I should put it in middle school too or something else.

"This, too, came with the picture books and all that."

The carpenter's daughter strokes the cardboard box. As Kufshenka responded with an ambiguous grin, another schoolgirl put her hand on the box.

"Can I open it?

"How can I tell?

"He who owes me money, he'll be there."

When my rough hands carefully peeled off the gum tape, I smelled the unique smell of a brand new book. Nostalgia creeps up on the smell of ink I smell for a long time.

Students' hands lined up on the long desk one roll at a time.

"Adventurer Cactacare"

Someone read out the title of the series.

"The story is fictional, but let's just say the city or something that's on the stage is a real place in Artel."

"Well, you can also read it as a travel guide for Artel"

Kufshenka added, recalling the explanation she had heard from the green-haired haulier, that the confectioner's wife groaned inadvertently. Young people also shine their eyes.

"Right. I don't know right now, but before the Demon Asthma War begins, it's time for you to travel around the places that appear in the novel."

"We don't air attack Artel, and we're still doing it, aren't we?

"No, but the Nemoralis Grief Squad is terrorizing us."

"Why don't we go where people get together?

The students gave thought to the land of Artel, which they had yet to see, and began to chat about it without other love.

"It's hard for a girl to borrow."

"Uh..."

The college girls laugh bitterly.

The girl painted on the cover is dressed in clothing that further accentuates her even larger breasts. Highly exposed, there was no cloth in the valley area of the chest.

"You're too irritating for a middleman."

"You don't have to be a Ferretorum priest to be angry."

"Mundane! What do you care about reason!..."

"Is there a book out there that doesn't show to all the good kids?"

"How did this happen when Artel became independent as a Kirkulus nation?

The mouths of the boys students who say that don't stop Niyaniya.

Kufshenka gazed at the female student and had to smile bitterly.

"No, but really, if you find me reading this at home, my parents are going to be mad at me."

"Maybe I should stay and make a book cover."

"All the same thickness?

"It's totally different depending on the roll."

Students find problems one after the other, plan their work and assign roles.

"I can't dare, one pair at a time in a university, high school, or high school library. Why don't you see how it goes and decide where to put the remaining two pairs?

I did not dispute the proposal of the carpenter's daughter.

Instead, boys students speak up about their concerns.

"If you put it in one place and it gets caught in a fire or stolen, that's it. Why don't you keep one pair at a time, store managers?

There was no reason to say no, and Kufshenka and the confectioner couple packed it in a handbag made from old clothes and took it home.

Returning to his home, Kufshenka had as many as twenty-seven manuscripts carried to his bedroom.

Slight dressings and items around you are all collected in one room. The room with just a few beds and crates filled with the smell of a new book.

Let's move to the kitchen and work a couple of confectioners with vanilla tea picked in the courtyard.

The confectioner pavilion owner sucked the refreshing scent all over his chest and spewed out the words.

"I hope that guy reads that and says he wants to go to Artel"

"Why do you say that like such a bad cotto!

My wife makes a golden sound.

"'Cause you're a monster like a basement, aren't you? It's dangerous."

If you go through the Kublum streets in the redeveloped mountains, dive (cuddle) through the Zakart tunnel (tunnel) and cross the North Vieetfi Bridge through Lacrimaris territory, it is the island of Lanterna, Artel territory.

I feel like if I work hard, I could even go on foot, but the dangers and difficulties are immeasurable, such as demons and warcraft on the road, water and food.

"Peace be upon you, and if you can fly a direct flight, you can safely go."

"You, don't make it that easy."

The pavilion owner smiles bitterly at his wife's dreams.

"But it would be nice to have more co working on that goal."

Kufshenka said, the confectioner couple nodded with a complicated smile.