It's all one flower.

After eleven o'clock, we reached a neighborhood where Libertas International Trade Co.

Much less people than in the morning commute time, and pigeons descend on idle sidewalks, pecking at something at best.

Everywhere on the ground floor of the miscellaneous building, bakeries and restaurants for company employees move in. In the office district, there is almost a determined demand, and a high percentage of restaurants have survived (while).

Lunch began to be served, and the smell began to drift from there.

Some large companies with their own buildings have employee canteens, but there is no room for such things for small and medium-sized enterprises or for establishments that have been forced to relocate due to air raids, etc. Libertus International Trade, where Roark's father, Coreni Diaphanes, works, is the latter.

Back when Roark had left Rufus seminary and leaned himself over to the spell shop, the notebook he had left with the haulier Fiarlka also contained the case of Coreni's single assignment.

According to Razornik, since then several comrades have continued to observe Koreni's trends. They were a powerful people and did not have contact with Coreni personally or with their place of work, so they could not obtain detailed information.

I always go to the same store for lunch on weekdays at a certain time.

Cruillo did not expect the day to come when such trivial information would be needed. I deeply appreciate the fact that a stranger left me with proper information even casual.

Looking back, how much "casual information" have we overlooked?

... I guess we should also add more information to the report.

This neighborhood's bulletin board only has the same information as the day Leno and the others withheld it from their notebooks.

Cruillo quickly refrained from speculating on the availability of magic based on the clothing, hair color, gender, mortal (oh) age group and cold conditions of the people who came to see the bulletin boards.

I've written the observations as far as I can think of, but I still feel they're not enough. But I didn't know what I was missing.

Job seekers show up to replace themselves, dragging their heavy feet away.

My father's research showed that the job security information was delayed from one day to several days, rather than being sent directly to the bulletin board by the office itself because the process took longer. Even if the application is made out of job security, it will remain after the application has been cut by a large number of applicants.

In the Republic of Nemoralis, it's faster and more certain to look on your own feet, even if it takes a lot of work.

...... I guess unemployment would be better if the internet were available.

"Is it time to go?

"Yes."

Razornik calls me out and squeezes my mind. I checked this morning's meeting in my head and crossed the signal.

From the square in the adjacent neighborhood, you can see the main entrance to the miscellaneous building occupied by the Libertas International Trade Nemoralis Branch.

According to comrade information, Coreni Diaphanes leaves every day, at 12: 05, and enters a fixer in the neighboring neighborhood.

Lazolnik notes the stickers on the bulletin boards, and Kruillo mismonitors them in a group of job seekers.

A siren announcing noon sounds from a speaker in the square.

A group of astonished doves flew, and a group of people was thrown out of each building. Cruillo stares and searches for the face he meets at the Returning Refugee Center in the capital, Cravel.

The face that would be like this if Roark got older, without having to look at it for over a year, soon found out. I tried to speak up, but my jaw was tense and I couldn't move. I had no choice but to pull Lazolnik's sleeve.

Soon, other job seekers disappeared and instead company employees came into the [jump] permit point.

"Let's go, too."

He was slapped on the shoulder with a light voice, and his curse was broken by its pluckness.

"Ah! Lo, Roark, your father......! Right?

In front of his destination, he calls out disguised as a coincidence.

The turning Koreni's face was filled with joy. The voice trembling and rubbing upwards in tension seemed to be interpreted as the emotion of reunion.

"You, for sure, were with Roark... I didn't know there was such a tour...!

"It's Cruillo. Thank you for that verse..."

"No, this way. My son told me that Mr. Cruillo was a benefactor of his life. You're safe."

In the worst case scenario, we have to pull the information out here alone.

A sweat seeped gently into Cruillo's palm.

"Um, you went to Rachka...?

"If you don't mind time, why don't you take your time talking while you eat?

"Oh, no, we're unemployed, and, uh, we kind of have..."

Coreni urged with a smile as Cruillo tried to shy away by waving his hands small in front of his chest.

"I don't think I can repay you to this extent, but leave it to me here.... with you, if you please."

"Huh? Me, it's my first meeting... okay?

"Even you, if you please"

Coreni went in first, responding to Razornik, who was facing him, with a smile without a blemish.

At noon, only daily meals were fixed, and the clerk checked only the number of people and pulled right into the kitchen.

Calm your hips down on the back table and look around. Table seats were filled 90% of the time. The way everyone eats the same dish on the same dish reminded me of the elementary school lunch.

Cruillo raised his first question as per the meeting.

"Uh, Roark, are you in Lyabina now, too?

"No, my place of work has been relocated and I'm on a single assignment now. I'm going to call my family when things settle down a little bit, but what can I do now, I don't have enough housing at all"

"Uh... corner, I'm sorry to see you again. Mr. Rourke, how are you?

Coreni leaked a dripping grin as Cruillo made him feel sympathetic.

"I was separated within a month of reunion... and it's such a time that I tend to be late for letters"

"But from Racica to Lyabina, it arrives, doesn't it?

"Well. It's a freighter around the north, so it'll take about a month, but it'll arrive."

"That's a little reassuring."

Razornik laughed lovingly at the first person he met.

Coreni responds with his father's face and squeezes his shoulders.

"Since I joined an all-door high school, it doesn't change which way (Michi) I rarely see you."

"But we met about winter break, right?

When Cruillo made his voice play, Coreni replied with a sinking voice.

"I couldn't make it to Rachka. My wife and father... Roark's grandfather, we met."

... A dormitory-based high school is a trick at Rufus seminary, isn't it?

Cruillo pretends not to notice stories mixed with falsehood, making him feel sympathetic.

"Couldn't you get on the boat?

"Ships are largely (mostly) closed by shipping companies. Companies that continue to operate draw lots of seats for ordinary people because the extraordinary government borrowed them as refugee transport ships."

A fixed meal came, but Coreni didn't stop talking.

"It's hard everywhere, isn't it? But, Roark, I'm relieved to know that you're well and that you can go to school properly."

"Thank you. Please don't hesitate and enjoy."

"Thank you. I'll have it."

When they both got their hands on a fixed meal, Coreni turned a gaze to them to explore.