It's all one flower.

"I could check with the person, and the lyrics, I think this is fine?

Farkill messed with the machine and added the lyrics (phrases) that Archione sang earlier.

Congressman Laqueus nods at the same time.

"Mm-hmm. Can you get in touch with Mr. Lucy Renoui, please?

"Yes!"

"Alright! That's settled. Let's go shopping."

An old funeral parlor stands sipping a cold cup of tea.

"Oh, I almost forgot! Morph, I made you some clothes."

"Clothing?"

"Winter has that, but you don't have a spring and autumn jacket, do you?

Neighbor Amiella opens the computer room door ahead of her.

"I'd like to see if it's the right size, the room just now, will you come?

"Uh..."

Morph takes them and sees the three of them.

"Good for you, Brother Morph"

"You're just gonna try it on, aren't you? Just go."

"Have a cup of tea. I'll be waiting."

Morph and I went back to the sewing room.

From the paper bag placed in the corner of the work desk, give out a light brown jacket.

"I've filled my pockets with this, so I think it's convenient."

"Thanks."

Quickly, take off your coat and put your sleeves through.

Neh tailored my jacket from Ichi with a bukabuka shoulder and extra sleeves.

"Shoulder width should be padded, Morph. When you get bigger and cramped, remove the pad, and fold and pack the sleeves, so when you get shorter, untie the thread."

"Ooh, ooh."

I'm not sure what it is, but they make it smaller to fit my current physique.

Measuring the length of her arm with a tape measure, Nee-chan started talking irrelevant.

"Mr. Morph, did you see that picture of the Autonomous Community? Minutes taken by Mr. Razornik and Mr. Fiarlka"

"What? When is he?

"After the PLA arr..."

Nee-chan clouds her words.

"I haven't seen the report at all because it's hard to write."

"Yes... the Eastern Diocese, it was rebuilt so beautifully, it was like an unknown city"

That's what the captain said.

He takes off his jacket, and now he measures his shoulder width.

"The roads are wider, apartments are built, temporary homes are much prettier and more splendid than Barack was when we lived there. There are better toilets than before, and I have a joint toilet, so they collect pots and things to use there."

"Uh, I heard you say that."

I tried to imagine hearing your voice on my back, but I wasn't sure.

Reports for mobile broadcasters have been cleaned up by [endless bags] because the truck gets narrower.

They also have photos and reports on Cruello's tablet device. Keep in mind to let me see it later.

"My father, separated from me in that winter fire... I still don't know what happened"

Morph couldn't find a word to hang, and had to be drooled.

Nee-chan began to fasten with a pin as she put her flipped jacket on the morph and folded the excess sleeve back.

"If your father were alive, he'd live in a much more beautiful city than before."

Nee's hand moved handily, even as she said such a trick, and her left sleeve was already over.

"Morph, how are you?

"What? How?

Nee took a deep breath, slowly turning to the right.

"Morph, your mothers, in the beautiful autonomous community, I hope you're feeling better, don't you think?

"I don't know."

"Don't know?

My hand stops trying to fold my sleeve back.

"As I said, I abandoned my mothers long before that fire and ran away."

I stare down at the floor and somehow voice the words of explanation.

"If you were alive, which knob would you lower to go see the scarecrow?"

"I met my aunt a while before the fire, Morph, but I wasn't angry at you. I was worried."

"Baba screwed up, a brave prostitute told me, but I, the funeral... I didn't go"

"Why, can I ask you something?

Nee asked like it was nothing, with a pin on her excess sleeve.

"When I see one less worker, I think I'm going to go back to living like that again, and I know my mother and sister are in more trouble than before... and I abandoned them"

Morph said, looking at the left sleeve full of pins.

"Me, I told everyone earlier, I don't cry when my body dies. I'm a thin love monster."

"But now... you regret it, don't you?

Hey, you let me gently take off my clothes full of pins.

... Why are you asking me that?

"Hey, you're magical, so you can't go back to the Autonomous Community anymore, but still, should your dad be alive? I'll never see you again, will I?

"Even if I can't see you, I can send you letters and pictures"

If you ask the haulier Fiarlka to pay the money, he might take you with him for something.

"I'm going to fix my sleeve and stuff, and the next time someone comes, I'm going to keep it."

"Ooh, thank you.... thanks, sorry I couldn't do anything"

"Morph, if you're all right, that's fine."

When Morph left the sewing room alone, the Cruellos had just arrived. For some reason, there's even Farkill and the glasses singer.

"Cheap shops at the drop off, I thought I'd introduce you"

"I'm an additional question"

I get stuck in the back of the lens and wonder what they ask me.

"Hey, Morph, do you still believe in saints?

"... I don't know"

"So, what about the Fluxinusian god?

"I don't know... I don't like anything"

"Hmm."

The only person who's ever been asked unilaterally is Shh.

When I asked him back, the glasses singer replied with a grin.

"Neither do I."

"Oh, hi. You guys, if you don't go anymore, the sun will go down."

The funeral parlor old man looked back and invited him.