It's all one flower.

"Sorry I'm late"

"Don't worry about it. There were a lot of people in that group, and it was hard to find a store to put them in again."

When manager Leno, who returned to the mobile broadcaster's truck, opened his mouth and apologized, the funeral home Agoni returned his uncontrolled smile and labored.

Winter falls early.

The houses in the city of Myata, visible from the public parking lot, were stained with dusk and the street trees cast a long shadow on the sidewalk.

Captain, I'm not late.

"I don't mind. How'd it go?

"It was awesome and delicious!

The boy soldier Morph answered instantly with the children "right now" on his back.

"Right. Good for you."

Captain Solgnac folded the newspaper and put it aside, responding with a soft smile to his full smile, he saw Medvege.

"The PLA was full, but the people in the city were completely tamed and couldn't care less."

The captain nods and urges.

The spelldoctor Septentorio also listened to the driver's report.

"And it bothered me that there were so many visitors to the temple that I didn't care what happened."

"Right. Thank you. Earlier, a PLA man left the ancient newspaper."

"I asked for it."

When the spelldoctor Septentorio raised his hand small, Jorch, a state-run announcer, said in such a manner that he would read the manuscript.

"The Branch Manager said to bring it with him immediately and say hello to the military doctor, Master Septentorio."

"It's been almost two hundred years since I left the army..."

"Maybe he wants to pull the spell doctor into the PLA military doctors?

DJ Rafe frowns at me like I don't like it.

Awellana also frowned and grabbed the school badge (yesterday) from the top of her clothes as a testament to the medicine (dullness).

"Then I'll read this and wait for you."

Captain Solniak and Medvege take the place, and the other four also rise as if the curse had been lifted.

"Delicious store, I found it. Directions, I've taken it with this, so go ahead."

Cruillo gives Jorch a tablet device and explains how to use it.

"It's a little late today, and your visit's even tomorrow."

Following the funeral parlor Agoni, Aviace, an old fisherman with fish dries, and Awellana, a pharmacist (dull), step off the carrier.

Captain Solniak, who came down earlier, rubbed his arms. The exhaling breath clouds white and flows into the northerly winds blowing up from Lake Lacus.

At the end of the explanation, Jorch, who left the carrier, compared the screen of the terminal to the real city.

"Right there."

"I'm coming."

I dropped them off until the five of them were out of sight, and DJ Rafe brewed me some tea.

The spelldoctor Septentorio received vanilla tea and took the newspaper in his hand.

It's the northeast version of the Lake Water Daily.

The series seen on the message board of the Temple of Myata appears on the right shoulder of one side.

He also noticed that manager Leno had put the mug down and started reading it to eat.

Pinatifida and Elantis also pull out an issue from a mountain of newspapers with occasional serials and pile it next to their brother.

"It's on this, too."

Septentorio gave the reading newspapers to the children seeking news of their mother.

According to old fisherman Aviace's story, the bakery was evacuated to the city of Topoli and applied for a canteen job at the Nemoralis Army's Topoli base.

The children are from the city of Myata in the northeast of the island of Nemoralis and their mother is from the city of Topoli in the eastern part of the island of Nenia. For a family of powerless land people, it is a desperate distance.

Mobile broadcaster Praethermissa continues further east.

The day when the brothers and sisters of the bakery (today) can return to the island of Nenia and reunite with their mothers is in jeopardy, no, even such a day will come during their lifetime.

... Do I still have to show my face on Austrov Island once?

I don't feel comfortable at all, but apart from healing the wounded in refugee camps and in unmedicated villages, there are only a few things that are likely to make me a septentorio.

I just took a trip to that island, and nothing could change.

… but if something could move, do I have to go?

During half a century of civil unrest, all surviving parents were killed in a single attack.

It's where I haven't turned my legs at all since that funeral.

Brothers and sisters of the same colour as the earth (today) split up and run their eyes to the newspaper.

The time left for them is not the same as the septentorio of the long-lived race. If this war also lasts for more than half a century, the life expectancy of the mother will run out, even if she does not have to be caught up in the scourge of war.

"I'm going to give this newspaper to you, Farkill."

In Cruillo's voice, he raised his face off the paper like Elantis had been hit in the jaw.

"When it comes to the terminal, it's a fine photo shoot, so I don't think it's necessary to have it captured by a scanner, send data to the terminal, and print it back where it needs to be."

"Huh...?

Manager Leno also looks up and puts a questionable eye on employee Cruillo. It's a face I don't even know what to ask.

"Mr. Mariana, I have a computer room, a large multiplexer for business, so it would be easier for me to take pictures of it and get the data captured, and then just print it in series, than it would be for me to split a page into chimatimas on a tiny device."

"Ancient newspapers are prone to dandelions."

As DJ Rafe said, Pinatifida nodded with a sinister face.

This pile of newspapers does not know where it was kept.

Cruillo continues.

"That's how all the old newspapers have been, and I've had them put together in a report."

The only newspaper to be published within the Republic of Nemoralis is the paper medium.

It is one of the important sources for Mariana, an officer of the General Trading Company Palumbina Corporation. They get their own employees without endangering them, so they make some convenience to the face of the mobile broadcaster Praether Missa.

"So, this, this series on one side, after you've read it, okay?

"Because I'll read it in a hurry"

Following manager Leno, his two sisters align their voices to pray.

"I don't know how long I'll be in this city, so I can't decide for myself."

"The freshness of the information is life, but it's an ancient newspaper anyway. Why don't you just take your time?

In a word of DJ Rafe, the force fell out of the three shoulders of the bakery.