It's all one flower.

Somehow I finish my meal and my brother leaves the guest room at the village chief's house with an empty plate.

Awellana gently slipped out of her bunk, waiting to hear no more footsteps.

It's not your usual clothes, it's a sleeping roll you don't know about. [Demolition] [Cold] [Heat] [Shock] Each minimal curse stain was dyed in a pale color on the textured fabric.

Roll the curtains and open the armor door.

The winter night sky clears well, and the stars fill the heavens with snow and misery.

It's been a long time since I've seen a star like this.

I spent some time here, pushed away by a busy schedule that didn't even know the date.

... You said Mr. Fiarlka would be here tomorrow.

The exhaling breath looked white to the starlight.

It shouldn't be December yet, but Morphs are worried about the powerless people when they realize the low temperatures in northern Nemoralis. However, Awellana would not be allowed to work as a pharmacist at this point.

Close the window to leave the small clouds and return to the bedroom.

I didn't feel like I could get you into the infirmary to sleep well and not get back in shape.

Breakfast cereal porridge and dried fruit were not left to eat.

"What time is Mr. Fiarlka coming today?

"He told me to hurry as much as possible... but there will be convenience in purchasing the pills, and it could be tomorrow or the day after."

"I sleep with adults, so when Mr. Fiarlka comes, will you tell me?

"What are you gonna do?

Anxiety grew in his brother's eyes and he shook Awellana's hand lying on the sleeping table.

"I want to see you and ask you a lot. You know, vaccination status."

"Then you can show it to me later, Cruello. You said you had a record of the pickup on that machine, right?

"What? Really? So you can still show it to me now?

My brother shook his head with a crying face in Awellana's bright voice.

"Why?"

"Please, can you come back later?

"Why?"

"Such a small screen letter, my eyes would be tired. Please, just wait till you feel better."

Power cages in my brother's hands.

I'm glad you showed me, but I felt a lot overprotective.

... even though I'm already an adult.

The older brother of the everlasting race and Awellana of the long-lived race are like grandfathers and grandchildren on the outside, but their real age is not five years apart. I kind of figured out Morph's feelings about treating him like a child.

"But I can't sleep because I'm curious?

"I know magic drugs now, and I have a science doctor, so I'm fine."

"I asked you yesterday, what kind of person are you?

"Someone who got married and couldn't use [flying owl] school healing, studied science medicine, and said [thinking owl] school magic pills could still be made, and in fact, I saw him make some in the infirmary"

My brother's hand holds Awellana's shoulder and stops her from trying to get up.

"If the script on the screen doesn't work, why don't you just ask directly from Mr. Fiarlka?

"If we meet face-to-face with the haulier, they might tell us something, right?

In this tone of mouth, he also seemed to refuse to visit.

... that kind of people-crude (oh) does that look like it?

Sure, I did ask for it, but the focus is on gathering information and providing it. It also feels like falling within each other's boundaries.

"So, what do you ask Mr. Cruillo?

"Do you care that much? Forget about work during the holidays, will you take a break?

"There's no hospital in this village, and it's not an official job."

"Then why don't you just focus on the rest of your life?

Even if they say it in a shivering voice with tears, this is the only medical practitioner who completed the [Thinking Owl] school.

"Don't say work or anything, I just don't want anyone in the village who's been kind to me... to die of a curable disease."

"In the unlikely event that Larna has one, the villagers will regret it for the rest of their lives, right?

"If Mr. Agoni becomes a cot working in this village, I will regret it for the rest of my life, too!

During the civil unrest of half a century, several medical practitioners taught him medicine such as [Thinking Owl] and [Blue Wing] [White Wing] as needed. Still, I couldn't do anything because of my lack of smell and supplies, and I had to drop off a bunch of people in my body and neighborhood.

It was also painful to be blamed and stuffed by the survivors, but his own helplessness also seemed to be cut off.

If I could have learned better, if I had more medication material...

I've never forgotten a life I could have saved.

There was no way I could have forgotten as much as I did in peace.

My brother seems to have tried to make a smile, but it's just an indescribable face, dropping his shoulders with a tired voice.

"Even though I said we were taken care of, aren't we mutual? Even in a passing village, do you care so much?

"There's a handover with the doctor, and I'm wondering how much movement has gone to end the epidemic."

My brother took his hand off Awellana's shoulder and turned to his side and exhaled deeply. Deepen the wrinkles between your eyebrows and devour your teeth.

Awellana held her breath and waited for her brother to reply.

... your brother can't. But you can ask the village chief's wife, right?

The flashing plan loosens my mouth. When I pulled up the futon and hid it, my brother turned this way.

"You're the one with no choice. Well, I'll ask you after lunch, Cruello, so sleep tight."

"Yeah. I'll be right back, nice to meet you"

The rooted brother left the room of the village chief's house with a weak smile back at Awellana's smile.