It's all one flower.

"Mr. Farkill, I need you to print something later, okay?

"Fine. What are you printing?

Farkil responded with ease as the volunteers packed the pot [endless bags] that had dropped rust and scorch.

Amiella says, suppressing her tense, trembling voice.

"Morph, your pictures, all of them, one by one. What, okay?

"Fine. As soon as I get back, I'll let you out before I forget."

"Thank you. I'm sorry for your personal use."

"No, not at all. If it's a letter to the store manager, shouldn't we also include Mr. Sarotka's and Dr. Laqueus's?

"What? Are you okay?

Amiella stopped putting balls and weighing spoons in [endless bags].

"Fine. Conversely, I've never noticed, and I'm sorry for something"

Bracketing the mouth of the first bag, Farkill looks Amiela in the eye.

"Oh, no, not at all. Farkill, there's nothing wrong with you, so don't apologize."

"Uh, well, then, I'll imprint you as soon as I get back"

Somehow the subtle air flowed, but still one load of shoulders came down with a cot I could tell.

On the way back to the Mariana house, Farkil told me that the haulier Fiarluca had changed his plans slightly.

A lot more gathered than expected, and now they say it's hard for them to [leap] to the Khushenka store manager's house and the East Church in the Listver Autonomous Region and put it away from being found by government forces.

It would be nice to be able to carry them one by one over and over again, but [endless bags] are thin due to the effects of war and the blockade on the lake.

"What? So, what do we do?

"They'll pack it in containers as relief supplies and have a third sent to the port of Racica and the remaining two thirds to the port of Grjaj"

I say I send it in the name of the Amitostigma charity Everybody's Dining Room.

Shipping costs are borne by Fiarluca, only second-hand cookware still available for Racica and also sent to the autonomous community of Listver, cookware and metal materials available and edible oils.

"Oh, that's grand from the front... are you okay?

"The embassy is investigating the Nemoralists outside the refugee camp, right?

"Oh, so to speak..."

For Amitostigma charities, Nemoralis refugees living outside refugee camps are headaches.

Some people have gained jobs and become self-reliant, but most of them need the support of various organizations. The surge in support target audiences became a heavy burden, but it is not up to the wax to throw them out.

Support needed to be continued, not only for their human rights, but also for the maintenance of security in the kingdom of Amitostigma.

"They're going to talk to Dr. Laqueus and send him to the Autonomous Community via the embassy,"

"Can you take it?

Amiella saw [endless bags] filled.

The contents are copper, iron, stainless steel, aluminium metal materials, used cookware, and used cooking appliances. Each one was divided by type and packed in a different bag, but the magic bag at the corner of the container is unbearable to replace.

"Everyone's canteen is an organization with no religious colors, so I guess it's okay?

"What? Were you? I thought it was a Fluxinusian group."

I can't even imagine a charity without a religious colour.

When Amiella was in the Autonomous Community of Listwar, the support she received from foreign countries was always from faithful organizations and charities of Kirkulusian descent.

"Don't we, too?"

Instead of faith, people of all different nationalities, races, magic, etc. cooperate for one purpose: to "restore peace to the area around Lake Lacus".

Via the internet, even people with different languages, who are connected to areas far from Lake Lacus, lend a little help from all over the world.

Amiela herself, I don't know what she did with faith.

The four of the bouquets of peace are not waxes who moved away from the faith of Kirkrus but converted to Fraxinus.

Sarotka will also continue to look for answers from the day that Saint Kirkulus really wanted to tell us what Cotto was and left the Ristover Autonomous Region.

Fiarluca was a priest serving Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, but returned the crest of one flower and is now a hauler.

"If you say so, yes."

Back at the supporter Mariana's house and put his stuff away, Farkill quickly printed me a picture of Morph. Thank you and hurry into the assigned living room to pull in.

Once again, Morph's face and atmosphere changed like someone else when he was in the Autonomous Community. I didn't just grow up and grow taller. It seems that the underwear that covers the eyes has been lost and the powerful light has been lit.

Differences in facial expressions make people look different.

... Can you even understand this picture, Morph?

Next to Morph standing on the back of Lake Lacus are his traveling companions.

It fits in a single photo with Morph, even the bakery sisters and Amana, Captain Solniak and Medvege of the Star Road Yoshi Army, broadcaster Jorch and Reef, and fisherman Aviace of the people of the lake.

Nice smile, guys.

... Oh, well. The manager and the priest know the captain, so can you tell by this picture?

Amiella arranged the photos on the writing desk and devised to whom she would write the letter.

The person you really want to deliver, you can't read the letters. When I was in the Autonomous Community, Amiella read out announcements from offices and schools instead.

... The manager doesn't seem to be the cot we met, and I figured he was a priest?

Amiella decided to write first to Priest Wentus of the Eastern Diocese and ran the pen.