It's all one flower.

A four-ton truck runs east on the national highway on the north bank of Nemoralis Island.

The driver, Medvege, has a symphony of noses and goes over an asphalt without a single opposing car.

Juvenile soldier Morph looked out over his old man's side. The fields that fought against the group of four-eyed wolves quickly passed, and deep forests continued that did not know what would inhabit them.

From the window on the passenger seat side, all you can see is Lake Lacus, which extends north.

Morph, who never would, raised the knee of a sliding down yarn and looked out at the view on the driver's side.

Like the doctor from the city of Miata told me, Medvege doesn't stop by the village on the way, but runs the state-broadcast event track straight.

Counting from the villages of the carlums, to the two east neighbouring villages, seemed to be peace itself.

I can't say goodbye to my companions who fought the Warcraft together, but I can't do anything about Morph's existence.

I saw the enlivened villagers farming completely delayed under the winter sky, waving small.

The village to the east, where the fields were interrupted, past the pasture, and beyond one more forest, looked abandoned.

The light blinks in the side mirror.

A subsequent wagon car flashed the light.

"Old man, DJ's brother needs something."

Medvege opened the window and waved one hand to slow down.

"I'd like to talk to you for a moment."

I ride in the wind, and I get the voice of my old man on the radio who goes through a lot. The old man pulled over with his thumb up.

The burnt village passes by and turns off the engine in front of a desolate field.

A Nemus Liberation Army pickup truck running ahead has turned U-turn.

"What's wrong?

Leaving the driver behind, the PLA guys rush over.

White armbands with blue flowers stood out well in the distance.

"Mr. Joolucci tends to gather a little information."

"Keep the driver waiting."

PLA soldiers stop the old man from trying to take off his seat belt.

Boy soldier Morph stepped down the passenger seat in that gap and ran to the side of the old man on the radio.

The wagon car in FM Cravel has the DJ rafe gripping the handle. With the engine blown, Captain Solgnark, the old man on the radio and the funeral parlor came down.

"Just in case, everyone on the carrier stays."

A thick arm sticking out of the driver's seat responds to the voice of the old man on the radio.

Two soldiers of the people of the lake stood beside the carrier, one beside the wagon, and only the guy in the passenger seat followed them.

As we head back west, the smell of burning in the cold wind increases the intensity. Morph hung his knee back on his shoulder.

This is what Fuvoya knitted for me in the third edition. I was told I braided the curse of [Insulation], but the morph of a powerless people doesn't get that seemingly magical effect.

The fluffy mesh knee was well ventilated when it was light, but much more thankless than without.

Captain Solniak raised one hand and stopped the radio old man between the village and the field.

"First, let's see how it goes with me and Morph, his three in the PLA"

The old man on the radio and the funeral parlor nodded without a voice.

The villages around here, they all seem to be built the same.

Small bungalow houses dot amidst low stone walls.

A burnt broken column points to a thin blue sky in December.

As far as I can see, there are three safe houses. I didn't even know how many others were there.

I see a shadow in the square well.

A woman from the water pump noticed someone else and came to the gate with a magic bottle.

The stone walls and wooden gates are only about the height of the waist, but are coloured with a special dye on top of the intricate tattoos engraved. Unless they call you, you can't go in there. That village teacher taught me to reject warcraft and outsiders in a number of ways.

The green-haired woman gets so fucked that she doesn't know if she's young or old, she looks at the three of them with no lively eyes.

"Hello"

The PLA guy lovingly said it, but no reply.

Captain Solniak said slowly as he watched the woman react.

"The traffic ban has been lifted, so I'm from the Carmensik side, what the hell happened? No way, Artel Army bombers got to this point?

"If you're a bomber... if you have someone to resent... I'm still glad."

The woman's voice trembles.

The expression disappeared from the PLA soldiers.

"Yes... the west has been disarmed... but it's too late."

Slightly, a low voice fell to the ground.

Captain Solniak turns a silent eye to the tragedy of the village.

"A while ago, Miata finally sent me a doctor, but after all the sick people were burned at home, there wasn't one more."

"By house?

When Morph asked back, the woman looked up.

"Did the boy get a prophylaxis shot? Good for you."

The story doesn't mesh subtly.

... Kid, are you telling me you're not here?

A forest can be seen behind the village, beyond which the Ougari Mountains line up their white shoulders.

If the village in front is safe, it's as pretty as a picture I saw in some library.

"I don't know who told you that anymore, but I burned every house saying, 'The doctor in Miata was taken by the army, but we shouldn't spread the plague from this village to another place'."

The sobbing of a woman is skipped by the wind.

It would have reached the old ladies on the radio waiting a little further away.

"We'll be protected by everyone's [tears], so we'll be fine for a while, but how do we live from now..."

Funeral home Agoni pushed the [white butterfly] school badge (yesterday) into the collar (Eri).

"The village chief..."

The woman shook her head to block the captain from listening.

A young Nemus Liberation Army soldier says with his spine stretched out.

"A doctor in the city of Miata reported the situation in the village to the bureau and the Liberation Army. Detailed interviews and food support will be available during the year."

"... even though it's all too late"

The woman groaned with an indefinite eye and returned to the well.

... the villages of the Karrams and here and. Why did you make such a difference?

Boy soldier Morph rewound the knee that Fuvoya gave me and went back to the stump truck.