It's all one flower.

When Khushchenka returned home at sunset, there were signs of people.

There is nothing more to be stolen in this house. Behind the kitchen, a shadow moved in the darkness of the hallway leading to the bedroom.

"Welcome back"

"I'm home. Would you like to join me for dinner, too?

... When can I shake "Welcome Back"?

The green-haired transporter stopped to reach the critical position where the kitchen lamp (light) arrived.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be home as soon as I can."

"You're busy."

"Thanks to you. Thanks for everything. I gave it back to the back room, so check back later."

"Whatever you want."

Kufshenka, while supporting dinner, thought the other day of a notice of a change of representatives from the envoys of the star world he had lent to this witch.

... If Mr. Rigol doesn't become the new representative, this is it.

"Amitostigma, I gathered used cookware, is there a demand over here? Items that can be used as is and scum iron for materials. And a little cooking oil."

"Thank you for everything. It's very helpful."

With the bright voice of the haulier, the thought of sinking into the dark was interrupted.

"Yes. Good. I'll pack it in an infinite bag and have it put in the church office."

"Don't let the soldiers find you… I'll open it somewhere else and let them arrive with relief supplies"

"That would be nice. So, look at the contents, example flour, I'd like you to divide it into some of these [endless bags] for consideration... okay?

What happened and stare into the green eyes.

So far, from the haulier and the gathering for peace to which she belongs, she has received numerous support, but this is the first time she has been asked for consideration.

"Oh, hot water, it's boiling."

Turn off the small pot fire when told, and pull up a nursing meal for the retort.

"It's hard to talk to, so let's go back."

"The back room?

"If you don't mind in the bedroom"

Place a nursing food retort and empty dishes on the basin and step on the fluttering feet.

The green-haired witch guards her outside eyes and does not come out to the kitchen.

"I'll have it."

I pick up the basin in the middle of the hallway, open the bedroom door with one hand and go right in.

Kufshenka returned to the kitchen to pick up his cane, but had no room to make tea.

"I'm sorry I didn't even serve you tea"

Kufshenka lowers her back to the bed sheltering her aching knees and urges the green-haired haulier to sit next to her.

The haulier sat deeply down and placed a basin on his lap to transfer the warm nursing food to the dish. Pass the keys and vessels to Khufshenka and put on the tablet terminal.

What appears on the small screen is a picture of the frying pan.

"Like this, we got all sorts of people of all sizes together, and it was the Amitostigma charity that helped us,"

"Amitostigma's..."

I put the nursing food I received on my lap and listened back.

"Amitostigma has Nemoralis refugees outside refugee camps."

"You think you live in Shirai?

"Relatives and acquaintances."

Soon after two whole years from the beginning of the war on demonic asthma cannons.

Whatever your body is, you may have fallen in love with the lives of those who have lost everything in the general family.

A powerful people may find a working mouth in an exotic land, but it will be difficult for a powerless people to paste it in their mouths.

... Still, if you're in the city, it would be better for the few demons and warcraft out there.

"An original local charity is helping nemoralists who are having trouble with their lives, but the support of the Amitostigmas alone has increased the number of people at the cuttlefish, so the kitchen situation seems pretty painful."

"Earlier tomorrow, I'll talk to the priests, but if the cookware comes, at least the experience of the restaurant will be able to cook. I'm sure you'd better send it to me if you can't eat it and get scratched."

"Yes. Nice to meet you. Even if you can't rebuild the store, you can handle it in the stalls."

"I'm not sure about the restaurant… maybe I will"

Kufushenka's tailor was involved in the battle and devastated, but because of his old age, he refused to rebuild. The confectioner is still in elementary school with his son and is trying various jobs to raise the cost of rebuilding.

The shopkeepers in the Eastern Parish also earn money and reconstruction costs by doing day-to-day construction work and so on.

"Food is hard to gather when you call for donations, but cookware you don't use anymore is better than I thought."

"Why is that?

Kufshenka is not at the dining place, she raises the question with the green-haired witch.

"Because of the war, groceries went up all over the place. But when you dispose of unwanted items with amitostigma, you have to pay the bureau money."

"Apart from taxes......?

"That's right. So a lot of people take what they don't need and put it out in a bazaar or something."

"I can't believe you need money to throw away garbage..."

I never dream of being charged for the disposal of garbage in the Listver Autonomous Region, etc.

... you have a lot of different countries.

"I didn't know, either, that if I dumped it illegally, I would be fined a hundred to a million times the disposal fee. That's awesome."

"Yep..."

Surprised, I can't imagine.

"I hope the electricity standards are right, but some hot plates are here, too."

An iron plate with short legs appeared on the screen. There is a power cord, and I know it's an electric cookware, but I don't know how to use it.

"Don't worry, I'll print and include instructions on how to take care of iron frying pans and hot plates"

"From what, thank you"

Donations were gathered from many countries in the Kirkulus area, shops and homes in the shopping district of the East Parish...... Hakomono was rebuilt at an early stage.

The shopkeepers can be described as a privileged category even if their residence could be secured only by preferential occupancy. However, the town factory was destroyed and the purchase of materials was unavailable, and few (most) of the tools needed for sales were available.

Even in industries where goods were available, there was no funding for them.

The shopping district of the Eastern Parish was arranged with slightly more splendid stores on the west side than before, but the majority are still empty.

Utility bills are also tight, and burning firewood (pickles) in newly built stores is hesitant.

Restaurants would be open in stalls, and if they could earn money from boiling employees and building workers for reconstruction needs, the day would be near when they could be fully reopened.

"I'll give you an endless bag of flour first."

The haulier, when he put two small wipe bags in the basin, cast a spell and disappeared.