It's all one flower.

Cruillo returned to the inn.

"I'll help you if there's anything I can do."

"What's going on?

"I couldn't connect to the internet, and the newspaper was sold out."

"What? Is it a malfunction?

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana stopped her hand weighing hot and cold and took Cruillo seriously. The troubled face of a young man resembles a stray, and his voice sways slightly.

"Someone blew up the relay station or the exchange station, so they cut the line."

"Oh no..."

"I don't know where or who did it. He's been hit in about forty places, and there's a warcraft in all of them, and he's not gonna get close to a rescue team or anything."

"That warcraft..."

I can't go on saying much of a surprise.

"Maybe you summoned him with some sort of spell..."

Awellana remembered the Aquillo base raid operation, and her hand holding the medicine key (yakuza) shook.

I only heard fragments from the three people who took part in the fight, but still found out the terror and misery in the field, enough to make the Artel soldiers feel a little sorry for me.

I don't even want to imagine what would happen if I did the same thing downtown.

"The Chloenier manager showed me the newspaper, and then when I went to the spell store, he told me that Mr. Fiarlka was there, and it was dangerous, so I would never cross over to the mainland."

"I guess so. The Warcraft will stay in the same place forever."

"What? So you're gonna cross the bridge and this one's gonna suck, too?

"That's okay"

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana smiles at a young man whose face has been drawn to fear and agony and calms him down.

"There was a powerful guard hanging on the North Vieetfi Bridge, remember?

"Oh, yeah, well..."

The color of fear darkens on the face that reminds me of that day.

As a pharmacist, smile at the procedures that reassure the patient.

"The southern bridge is the same, so it's okay"

"Oh, well.... oh, the mainland people evacuate this way and become cumbers and stuff"

"I don't know..."

We do not know to what extent the faith-based psychological barriers of the Kirkurs are.

... there are also individual differences.

I heard that some young people who love to read the "Adventurer Cactacare" series take a short trip to the island of Lanterna, calling it a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. But what about Artel's "people of good sense" who frown on that novel?

... or the South Vieetfi Bridge is magically protected, you know?

The Vietofi Bridge between the north and south connects the mainland of Nainia, Lanterna and Chinucalcul Nothiu.

In the Republic of Nemoralis, it was reported that the magic of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis and the science of the Republic of Artel, collecting excerpts of both technologies, were rebuilt. It is unclear how that information was handled in the Artel Republic.

A man with knowledge of witchcraft can tell at a glance, but in an Artel full of Kirkurs, he can lay low if he wants to lay low the use of witchcraft.

The Nemoralis edition of the Hunan Economic Newspaper at the time reported that "a bridge between peace and reconciliation has been rebuilt" as a reaction of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, but I do not think I saw any reaction on the part of Artel.

It was an article about ten years ago, but it reminded me like it was yesterday that the photo appeared big with a one-sided top treatment and Awellana realized that she was finally really at peace.

"I don't know the number or type of warcraft, but on the bridge protected by the help of the goddess, it's the safest place in Artel territory, isn't it?"

"Goddess's...? It's not the magic of passers-by, is it?

Cruillo tilts his neck small.

"That's not enough at all. At the time of the rebuilding, the newspaper said that the foundational part incorporated the magic of Lake Lacus."

"Heh... so, I'm out of time to do it, so I'll help you with the pills, if I can do it."

"Uh, can I ask you to weigh the powder, then?

Demonstrate by taking the powder (yakuza tablespoons) in a large plate made together.

"One slice for the larger and two slices for the smaller ones, this is the one time, so I put it like this in the middle of the medicine wrapper, and I'll wrap it."

"Then I think I'll be fine."

Cruello receives a medicine spoon with a hand that has lost his shoulder strength. Awellana wrote the date of manufacture and the name of the drug on the finished medicine and hung on to the task of wrapping it.

Nothing. It's a simple task. It would be quicker if we did it together.

A little before noon I had finished 300 rounds of hot and cold to pack and went to the lion's shop.

While waiting for the recommended meal of the day, I'll be curious to hear it.

"Mr. Cruillo and the others are vaccinated... are you done?

"In elementary school... maybe I took it, but you don't remember when I rested with a cold, and it was the flu or something else, or the time of the example array,"

The word "measles" does not appear.

The diner, whose table is filling up as noon approaches, is cut off by the topic of communications disruption and turmoil on the mainland. There are even those who talk enthusiastically about where and who start betting, but as one, no one cares about the lack of vaccines.

"Really? Me and the Septentorio curse doctor are sure to take it at work and confirm the antibodies... but everyone else has to use [Ming (Ah) Kashi Mitsumi] to find out."

There is no such expensive magic item in the hand of the mobile broadcaster Praethermissa. Of course (of course), it was not in a small village in the countryside.

There are police, bureaux, courts, financial institutions' headquarters and large branches, but there is no way they can let me use them on such matters.

... you would have run out of stock of raw materials.

The Nemus Liberation Army said it dispatched a team of doctors to the city of Myata and its nearby countryside for an emergency vaccination. But no one knows to what extent the original number of people in the unvaccinated group is unknown and at high risk of developing, and how long it will take to crack down on the epidemic.

To what extent is it possible to deal with the shortage of personnel taking care of patients in war, even if they are hospitalized and treated?

Is that enough medicines other than vaccines? Reading the report of the dispatched medical corps did not reveal any future prospects for the city of Miata.

The more I think about it, the more anxiety builds up.

"You can only do what you can."

The solitaire spilled with the sigh was a natural thing that you didn't even need to think about.