It's all one flower.

Boy soldier Morph walks with several layered pans and frying pans.

The funeral parlor Agoni, already visited many times, leads the way, followed by the wizard's employee, Cruillo, holding hands with his sister. Amana looked back sometimes to see what Morph looked like.

... You're really white everywhere.

The walls surrounding the summer capital, the pavement of the sidewalk stretching from it, and all the buildings lining both sides of the road are spotless and pure white.

The blackness of the asphalt in the driveway, the blue leaves of the oak in the street trees and the bright colors of people's clothes stand out.

... awesome.

The clothes of the people on the road are all flashy colors. If you stare, you'll see that all of the brightly colored embroidery is a completely familiar spell.

It seemed to me that the rainbow shopping district of the city of Akant had moved in exactly as it was on the clothes of each and every person living in the summer capital.

"Mr. Morph, over here!

Employee Cruillo waves under a tree a little further away. Morph sewed among the flashy and hurried to catch up.

"Hands behind your back? Hmm?"

"Fine, nothing."

I don't know if the funeral parlor old man messed with me or if he was seriously worried. Which way? I treat them like children. Morph turned to the side as he was handicapped.

Now keep your eyes open from the back of those who go forward so as not to delay.

Employees Cruillo and Amana carry backpacks with their brothers and sisters. The contents are extra plates (potatoes), bowls, eggs, and dishes obtained as a replacement.

... I can't believe Mon's going to the Autonomous Community after all we've earned.

When I was in the Ristover Autonomous Community, employees smashed me around on both the day to come and the day to come, yelling at me for unreasonable reasons from the factory manager, while I worked my way down to making parts that I didn't know what to use to make my day money.

Now, the pots and frying pans Morph holds with both hands are immediately helpful to the people of the Autonomous Communities in need of raw flour.

... I know I'm not making money alone.

Somehow proud and lighter footing.

My body warmed from my core as I climbed the sloppy white slope. The driveway is much more splendid than the Autonomous Region, but the car barely (mostly) passes.

On both sides of the hill, I wonder if the white walls of the same house continued, and the same white walls continue across the narrow road.

The branches of the garden trees peeking from above the walls were many oaks that grew blue and leaves. Winter dead branches are probably the ones who say the Flaxinus make them objects of faith alongside oaks (Tonerico) or something.

A white breath is flown into the cold wind blowing up from Lake Lacus.

"Morph, kun!

With a voice calling from afar, I look up the hill.

Waving big is neighbor Ne Amiela.

My hands are blocked in the pan and I can't look back. The back of my nose twinkled in my nostalgic voice, and I felt like I was going to spill tears if I spoke up, and I couldn't say anything.

A blonde sibling looking forward looks back and turns. Juvenile soldier Morph sipped (ha) and raised his gait.

Nee runs down the hill and stops breathing in front of the four of them.

"Mr. Morph, you have half."

Nee didn't say whether or not, but took the overlaid small pan.

The funeral parlor old man waves one hand happily.

"Oh, it's been a while."

"Long time no see. Amana, I totally became your sister after a while."

"What kind of moonshine is that?

When Cruillo asked, Amana laughed.

"I saw the video of the concert, so I really don't know when I saw you."

"Right. I don't feel like it's been a very long time, either, because everyone's photo, Mr. Cruillo, sent me."

The neighbor who smiled at the employee looked sparkly like someone else.

The thin coat is the same as when I traveled on a broadcaster's truck with everyone else. At least, it's not the clothes. Morph felt kind of dazzled and turned away.

"No, nevertheless, my lady, I'm totally apart."

As the funeral parlor's old man glared, Nee turned her back as she turned a little red.

"Again... I'm done printing scores."

"What? Already?

When Morph was surprised, Neh turned over her shoulder and nodded.

"Because Mr. Cruillo sent me an e-mail and you, Farkill, printed it right away"

"Huh? When?"

Cruillo answers, walking side by side with Ne.

"I can type a sentence anywhere, even if I can't connect to the internet, so I just wrote it over there and pressed the send button as soon as I got here."

"Heh, boulder, nice step"

The funeral parlor's old man was smudged and impressed.

"It would be really nice to see you, even if you know you're fine with videos and pictures"

Amana makes her voice play between Cruello and Nai.

The way three blondes walk side by side may look familiar to the eyes of strangers. I suddenly felt the three of them go far, and Morph's legs were dull.

Holle, we're here.

The old man at the funeral parlor slapped me on the shoulder and threatened to drop the pot.

The moment the white mansion spread behind the splendid gate entered my eyes, my anger disappeared.

A flat roof of pure white, unlike the mansion in the city of Dossici, stands under the thin blue skies of winter. It protected those inhabited by a spell that was surprisingly carved into the walls, and there was no shadow or shape, such as a filthy mischievous demon.

... Me, can I come in with such a splendid place?

Today Morph is not wearing a coat bought for me by the haulier Fiarlka at a garment store in the basement and clothes he got in exchange and a rag like when he was in the autonomous community of Wristver.

Still, I felt thinly dirty and out of place, and I was distracted.

"Holle, let's go"

The old man at the funeral parlor pushes his back and his leg moves out.

Morph managed to get inside the fine door as he was about to relax.