It's all one flower.

Employees in work clothes opened iron gates.

A long-awaited citizen of Lyabina flows uninterrupted into the container yard of the Oost warehouse.

Citizens cheer on large containers stacked at the edge of the premises and rarely look around the logistics workplace.

It seems true that people were usually taught that it was off-limits to the public.

Juvenile soldier Morph stretched out in the merchandising seat to look for old radio grandma Jorch and DJ Rafe.

...... too many people, wow.

On such a cold day, I can clearly see the difference between a powerful people and a powerless people.

Powerful people look fine even in light clothes. Protected by magical clothing with various techniques, you can be comfortable in any season, regardless of your appearance.

The powerless people swell in normal winter clothes, but they still look cold. Shivering in thin clothes, the store number would be residents of makeshift homes with no money or magic.

The number of citizens who entered as customers was high, but did not come to the merchandiser.

Close enough to a rope of off-limits to flow to the guests' seats on the simplified stage of the Lyabina Civic Orchestra, those driven back by the guards.

The orchestra's Cipinato representative says something, but it was far from Morph's place and I didn't know what it was all about.

The applause occurs and the tone stitches the crowd and spreads loosely over the container yard.

Different kinds of instruments joined one, another song, giving thickness to the sound. As the overlapping sound increases, people's voices become smaller.

The song is "Gods Holiday Hymn Medley" played by Grandpa in Akant City, but only the piano tone could be heard for as long as it waited.

A family of wizard employees, Cruillo, returns from somewhere.

Morph didn't realize when the three of them had taken their seats off.

"This, today's schedule"

Printed handwritten letters are lined with time, performers, and song names.

The Morphs are a "travel store" today, not a mobile broadcaster Praether Massa.

... Oh well. If you could read the letters, you'd understand something like this.

My mouth is loose without thinking it was worth studying.

In the morning the Lyabina Civic Orchestra and local high school students. Over lunch. Also, the Lyabina Civic Orchestra. The Morphs "Travel Shop" is a demonstration of song and national health gymnastics accompanied by the Civil Orchestra.

"It was sudden, so I couldn't practice jointly with the orchestra."

"The only song we all sing is a song that people in the band know too, so he said it's okay"

My brother Cruillo looks worried, but my sister Amana is confident.

Dad's paddlelik laughs bitterly.

"I'll be in the store with Mr. Razornik, so keep up the good work."

"Yeah!"

Amana and Pina's sister replied energetically.

This father and fisherman's grandfather, the funeral parlor's old man, take turns climbing the roof of the truck's driver's seat to support the transmitting antenna during a live public broadcast.

Later, Sensei from the Civil Hospital says to the funeral parlor old man, "You can't because you smell blunt," and he's downstairs for good. In addition to the song, just stand in front of the passenger seat and see how it goes.

... Well, I'll be back in refugee camp soon, and a song, a hippo to remember.

Somehow I've always been willing to be with everyone, but my neighbors Ne Amiela and Farkill, and my high school student Roark, broke up on the way. Temporarily he also broke up with the Pinas, leaving only the captain and the old man of Medvege and the three.

Cruello and Amana's father were there when the funeral parlor old man came and the radio old man and DJ Rafe were among them and reunited with the Pinas. The pharmacist (dull) nee comes with everyone, even after she reunites with the fisherman's grandfather.

The Civic Hospital Sensei was originally just a little bit promised.

... On second thought, fine, you were in and out.

If we keep going, we'll reach Cravel, the capital ruled by the Nemus Liberation Army.

I don't know if the old lady on the radio and DJ Rafe, who was a citizen of the city, would be the one to be with everyone or the one to work on a broadcaster that the PLA can push.

He may well have done so himself, and with the PLA running out of arms, he may bring two former employees back to the headquarters of the National Broadcasting Corporation and to FM Cravel.

As far as the Kapiyo Branch Manager in Krukuwa City and the rest of the branches are concerned, they won't do the rough work, but I don't know how it goes in the capital.

The Capillo Branch Manager helps the mobile broadcaster Praethermassa in some way, but the reason for this is that DJ Leif stopped attacking the Ristover Autonomous Region, keeping it to himself from Ella General.

Ella General had no intention of attacking the Autonomous Communities.

The armed organization of the Fraxinus, the Liberation Army of Nemus, even executives, have divergent opinions.

There was a danger that someone would do a hell of a lot of tricks without General Ella's knowledge.

They don't really know what's going on in the capital, Cravel, from the outside.

I don't know if the star beacons (servants) who caused the Pinas to suffer terrible damage were wiped out by suicide bombers and PLA attacks, or if they would sit around for a long time.

... I hear there's no battle.

Maybe we just ran out of material for the bomb.

Can Morph protect Pina from the star sign and the PLA?

"Thank you -"

Vanilla tea finally sells and Pina drops off the guests in a bright voice.

On stage, the "Gods' Holiday Hymn Medley" ends and the next song plays. When a local high school student started singing, a clap arose from the guest seat.

It's a song Morph doesn't know.

A customer turned to the merchandiser and turned to the stage again.

"It's a hippo, and if you're a little on stage, why don't you go?

As the funeral parlor old man put it, the store number of the merchandise seats lined up with conference desks in the container yard at the Oast Warehouse looks like a hippo to everyone.

"I saw this a little bit earlier when I went to take a look at it too, fine."

"Well, should I be in the store, too?

The blonde siblings said, the green-haired old man laughed and said.

"I rarely get a chance like this. Don't be shy."

"Tis, I'll take a look here, Amana, you can go."

"What about your sister?

"Let's go later."

Pina said, the funeral parlor old man looked around at all his fellow powerless people.

"I can take care of one more."

"Oh, can I, then?

"All right, that's settled."

Pina's brother joins hands with his little sister to thank the funeral parlor old man.

The president of Aust Warehouse Co., Ltd. is the head of the Lyabina branch of Star Label.

I don't know how many Hidden Kirkurists are in the guests who come to the container yard ceremony.

The only people in the lake who are within sight are the funeral parlor old men. There was much more of a swollen, powerless people than a lightly dressed, powerful people.

I know Morph will never be able to shed a "true" message here.

... but I think it works best to flush it here.

Bakery brothers and sisters take with the funeral parlor old man to the crowd with Amana. I don't have to worry about getting lost, but if I'm alone, I don't know what I'm going to do to a customer or an Oost Warehouse employee.

Pina said there would be nothing, but I never went over to be cautious.

It is especially dangerous to walk alone with a powerless people.

"You, I'll take you later."

"Thank you"

Pina, who dropped off the four of them, responded with a good smile to the neighboring Razornik, and Morph turned away from the glare.

I then ran my gaze at the crowd, but I still can't see the old man on the radio and the DJ Rafe.

The guest seats on stage were full, the stand-up hedges were thick, and the funeral parlor old men, they were no longer visible.