It's all one flower.

"The president and his wife, they gave him a ride, and I bragged about it."

"What did you say?

"Well, listen to me, I'll put it in order"

Funeral home Agoni began talking with one hand control of Razornik, who gained momentum and embarked on himself.

When I went to the audience side of the charity concert, there was a crowd (one person) in the stand-up space.

People leave right after saying a word or two to the two people in the center and hanging their thanks and greetings. Doesn't seem like a particularly close conversation.

Agoni also joined the hedge.

"Thank you for hiring me"

"May the lights illuminate the president's path."

Similar thanks for hiring and similar words of prayer in Kirkulus.

When asked more closely, they found out that they were part timers for domestic refugees and that they seemed to work part-time. The president and his wife at the Oast Warehouse respond to all those who mourn with a eagle smile.

"I sincerely fear that you will be invited to such a grand event today and will even be given the opportunity to sell"

The funeral parlor Agoni greets him altered.

The president and his wife responded in the same way to the green-haired wizard.

"No, this way. I listened to the weather forecast song earlier, folks, you're so good I don't think you're amateur, it's been a while since I've enjoyed you."

"Yep. Since the war started, even if you turn on the radio, it's all military songs, right?

"Right. We're out of time for news, too, to save money."

Let Madam President snort her eyebrows with the same expression.

"Shall we? I've been so busy lately that I couldn't even take the time to watch the records. Thank you so much for giving us the opportunity to have a charity concert."

"It's a trick to say we're each other when we're in trouble. But in just one week or ten days, it was such a splendid venue, and I didn't expect a lot of customers to come."

When Agoni impressed him, President Aust humbled himself.

"I just pulled the container to the end and arranged the crates, so I'm not making a big deal out of it."

A little further away, the middle-aged men and women of the land people express their gratitude to the president and his wife for their recruitment. Madame replied in a similar manner as earlier, and the president met small.

"You've been so admired by your employees to create a work environment that's easy to work in"

"There's just a lot of people out there who can't help it."

"Huh? What do [lightweight] or [gravity blocking] do to move luggage or containers?

Agoni surprised me.

According to the report, there is not a single employee of the powerful people in the Oast Warehouse.

"We are mechanizing, so it's easy for people without power to work."

"It would have taken a lot of money to get the machine in."

"Newspaper reporters and others often tell me that when I was younger, I struggled with employment."

The president had a dripping grin on his lips and began to speak in a manner he was used to.

It was ten years before half a century of civil unrest ended that Mr. Aust graduated from college.

The university was not bombed and was not blockaded, but many of the professors died or were absent in evacuation. At the time, more than half of the lectures could not be delivered.

For its part, the university decides on the admissibility of graduation simply on the basis of the number of years of enrollment, rather than the enrollment of credits. Diplomas with no degree were awarded to surviving and contactable students.

It's just a formality to note that I graduated from this university.

Mr. Oost's college life ended only with no graduation ceremony or anything and he was given a diploma and a set of papers in his office.

In the whirlpool of civil unrest, it is difficult to find a place to work in the first place.

In daily combat, more businesses will crumble financially, including physically crumbling businesses and getting caught up in material shortages and bills missed.

Even when I found a sticker for the job, when I found out it was a powerless people, I was driven back by unusable garbage calls.

It was an everyday tea meal when managers rarely had jobs for the powerless people and even if they finally applied with their thoughts, the company house would be destroyed without a trace while waiting to be contacted for adoption or rejection.

Mr Aust started his business on the occasion that some of his parents burned down.

The debris was hand-cleaned, tidied, and a prefabricated warehouse was built.

At first, it was a business to keep part of the inventory as a measure of looting of personal shops.

Armed with his brothers and cousins, he guards the prefabricated warehouse and builds up some credibility.

Nor can a wizard magically sneak into a place he doesn't know.

If we just protect the perimeter, we can handle it as long as only the powerless people have weapons.

It was a business I started with that in mind, but it was only Mr Aust who survived until the end of the civil unrest.

"That's... you've had a tough time"

Green-haired Agoni turned to the wizard's funeral parlor and squeezed his voice out of the back of his chest in an effort to labor (onions) the president of the day he was young.

"... it was a long time ago."

"So you're telling me that you're not going to let the young people today have the same difficulty as your old president...?

"Yep. That's how we mechanize it."

"You, too, must have been busy at the time, huh?

The wife of the president of the Oast Warehouse will work the wizard's funeral parlor.

"At the time...... right. There was no holiday."

"I guess so."

"The job was a hiatus, but people who mourned everything often didn't get paid, and they didn't have time to be poor."

Agoni prays silently.

The president and his wife waited silently until he looked up.

"The crematorium was also involved in the battle and arraigned, so some Kotto was called to mourn the Kirkurs and was solely in charge of cremation"

The president and his wife round their eyes.

"Did you also have the funeral of a Kirkulus?

"Because death is equal to everyone. If your family asks, regardless of your faith, we've taken care not to let your body become a nursery for monsters."

The hidden Kirkuls couple opened their eyes without a voice.

The toilet break is coming to an end and the audience begins to return to their seats.

"The whole funeral, though, was properly performed by the Kirkurus clergy. The words of condolence in Kirkulus were unexpected."

"What was it like... May I ask?

The voice of the president's wife shivered slightly.

"It was a translation of a spell into a common language that said [cremation] of this [guiding white butterfly] school"

When Agoni showed the badge he had raised from his neck (today), the orchestra sat down and the president and his wife returned to the guest table.