It's all one flower.

"There's something I need you to tell me, okay?

"What is it?

Kufshenka, whose haulier Fiarlka changed his tone and sat on the bed, corrected his residence.

"A messenger from the star world is a charity."

"I've been asking you to send me relief supplies a lot, but what's up?

"For the Autonomous Community, I want to know what kind of organization it is."

The real reason seems different, but Kufshenka gave up listening out.

"The envoys of the star world are headquartered in the Federation of Barbatum. Since the establishment of the Autonomous Community, you have been supportive. Without the help of this organization, the population here would have been much less."

"What support were you giving when you had an autonomous community?

"It was medical support. The representative at the time was a doctor..."

He received international students from the Listwer Autonomous Community and made me study medicine, pharmacy and nursing at a university in the Federation of Barbatum. After graduation, he also provided clinical training for medical practitioners at a hospital where the representative serves as a director.

In parallel, he also donated a large number of medicines, vaccines, nutrients and medical journals with the latest findings, and also provided substantial financial assistance to the establishment of the St. Star's Road (at best) Listwer Hospital. After returning home, international students are still active at the same hospital, Listwer University School of Medicine, etc.

Every year since then, donations of vaccines and medicines continued to be delivered.

"Some years ago… since the delegate was replaced by the current one, there has been less medical support, but more generous food support instead"

"How did you take his place?

"With that said, how could it have been...? I still have the letter from the time in my brother's office, so if you would like to join me, I will look for it."

I can't remember exactly how many years ago I took turns, but if you look for the spelling of the donation inventory, you'll find it soon enough.

"Thank you. That would help. I'll be back next week. Do you have anything you need or want to know?

"It's your concern now how and when the war will end."

Kufshenka informed that the Nemoralis government forces had sent their troops of demon-mounted soldiers to the Listwar Autonomous Region, where Kirkrus live.

"I was surprised to hear of the grand prayer in church, but I haven't had any particular complaints or anything, because I'm not a wacko with some terrible cot"

"Oh, that's surprisingly cool. I thought someone was making a scene about picking up pagans."

A green-haired witch rounds her eyes the same color as her hair.

Kufshenka answered, shoving in complicated thoughts.

"The star sign has grown."

"Wouldn't it be nice to have peace? The demon soldiers of the government and the star markings don't fight in the city."

Kufushenka's tailor was involved in the battle between the star sign and the Nemus Liberation Army and is now even more sophisticated. Even if the adjacent residence was just safe, we just have to do it.

"Rebuilding the walls of the city of Kulbunika and engineering units of the government forces are under way, so they may be stationed in the Autonomous Region."

"Is it likely that access restrictions will be lifted in the near future?

Kufshenka inflated her old breasts in anticipation.

"It's still far from complete, we'll have to do some other infrastructure restoration work, and it won't get too exciting."

"Pharmaceutical companies and residents are years away."

The hope of being able to celebrate the day during his life is faint, but even though he found out for sure that reconstruction was on the way, his vision was brightened.

"War doesn't seem like the Artel side is going to attack Nemoralis with communications disruptions, a series of downtown bombings and the damage of the Warcraft."

"I hope it ends like this..."

Suddenly, on that winter's day, the Nemoralis Republic, which was given a declaration of war and was chorionic bombarded without getting her hair in, was less than willing to fight.

Where I was willing to fight, my painful hands from half a century of civil unrest have not healed, the cost of reconstruction oppresses the national treasury, and I cannot squeeze out the cost of war.

The Nemoralis government forces are on the defensive side, but ordinary people who have boiled their business continue to operate in Artel territory as guerrillas.

"It's been thin and pricey lately, and I can't really get it, but if I do, would you give it to Priest Ferrettorum somehow, because he'll swap a system of Internet satellite mobile communications into a package, relief supplies?

"Satellite...?

It was the first name I heard, and I couldn't remember.

"It's a communications device. If you're a Ferrettorum priest, maybe you'll see... if you can procure it, I'll contact you before it arrives, so be careful not to put it in the hands of the star sign."

"Okay. Thank you for everything."

The green-haired witch cast a spell smiling at Kufshenka and disappeared from her bedroom.

The next morning, Kufshenka took a long time to Senator Laqueus' office.

I didn't have to get into battle, but this deserted place, as cold, looks like a place I don't know. Pull out a file from the bookcase that spells out an inventory of donations and look for a letter from the charity "Envoy of the Starworld”.

I quickly found it, put it in my bag and headed to the church of the Eastern Diocese.

I hear rescue supplies have arrived at the port of Grjaj.

"We had better equipment than the original guy."

A truck driver unloading into the front yard of the East Church tells the men who help.

"So you're telling me you're fully restored?

"If only people were here, it would look like it."

The port, which was provisionally restored, has been equipped, but companies that were once in the vicinity cannot return due to restrictions on access. Port workers outside the Autonomous Region leave the port of the city of Zerneau by magic or magic machine ship before the sun sets and are led to a safe place.

Port facilities appear to have been in place and wall protection restoration works in the cities of Zerneau and Kulbunica seem to have made progress, but unless restrictions on access were lifted, only government forces and temporary hospital staff remained after sunset.