It's all one flower.

As expected by the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, the Lacrimaris Kingdom drug material store bought them expensive.

Even materials that cannot be used with this alone, such as bark picked near the ancient road of Ougali, if it is a peaceful and well-supplied place, the deal is all the more disturbing.

Pharmacist Awellana left the store with complicated thoughts, packing other medicinal materials and [magic crystals] received as consideration.

"Thank you for waiting"

Make a bright voice and expression and walk away with your companion.

Aviace seemed to notice her sister's laughter, but she didn't say anything.

Padolrik and Pinatifida are tablet terminals deposited from Cruillo and are busy reviewing maps.

Relies on the memory of a handful of visits, information boards for pilgrims there in the Wang Capital, and maps of terminals that are unwary of operation.

The first to take a trip was the Western Temple dedicated to Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake.

After the escape of the island of Lanterna, it seemed a long time ago that everyone from the mobile distributor Praethermissa worshipped.

In this temple, the first visitors I met moved to meet Amiela and her great-aunt, Carindura. If Kalindula had not been a famous singer, if Amiela had not resembled her great-aunt, if the worshippers had not been fans of singer Niptra Neumae, they would not have met.

In the same temple, manager Leno was able to reunite with his regular high school students.

He is also a friend of Roark's.

Awellana was surprised by the fringe wonder of people wondering if there was such a coincidence in the world.

As a singer Niptra Neumae, Kalindula performs a charitable concert based in Lacrimalis, this king's capital.

Amiela will also continue to support refugee camps and charitable concerts in the kingdom of Amitostigma.

Rourke reunited with his father at the Returning Refugee Center in Cravel, the capital of Nemoralis. He went with his father to the city of Rachka, but with the support of the Hidden Kirkurs, he travelled to the capital of the Republic of Artel, Rufus, where he enrolled in seminaries.

Various things cross to the island of Lanterna, now working part-time at the curse shop in the underground town of Chernochnijnik to earn a living, while gathering information at the behest of the haulier Fiarlka and others.

Even when I leave my former companion, it also makes me wonder how well I can see through a report that Farkil, who has travelled to the kingdom of Amitostigma, puts together.

There are no Nemoralis refugees or Lacrimaris in the southern part of Nenia who fled the wind trees. The Lacrimaris have finished exterminating the wind trees and all the Lacrimaris have returned to their localities.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana gazed at the worshipper, but looked like a Nemoralis refugee and did not look tired.

I peered through the assembly room through the window, but the conference desk and pipe chairs just lined up neatly, and no one was there. There were no cardboard substitutes for bedding, no items around me that I could have brought out hard.

"The transfer of the Nemoralis refugees, they say, is almost complete,"

Awellana reminded Padolrik of a report he had previously read.

"People who were wondering what to do, they decided to go to refugee camps after all."

That family of spellmakers stayed at this rally point concerned about the bad rumors about the refugee camp. I wish I had taken a refugee convoy of my own free will, but if I had been expelled at the convenience of the Lacrimalis government or the Fraxinus Church, I would have no business.

... but you protected me for nearly two years, and I shouldn't complain, should I?

In order to prevent the bombing of the Artel Lanista coalition, the Kingdom of Lacrimalis laid a lockdown on the lake. The Royal Demon cannot fight both armies, which have only the army of science, because they have no flesh in the world because of the demons that inhabit Lake Lacus.

The royal user demon similarly prevented the navigation of merchant ships in the surrounding countries, causing fares for detours and [leaps] labor costs and [endless bags] costs to be put on board, and prices to rise.

Demand for [endless bags] also soared, causing thin goods and soaring prices. At present, thin goods are being eliminated, but prices continue to be high.

... The Lacrimaris Army has announced that the Demon Asthma Cannon is a weaponized magic creature, so I think it's natural for it to get hard.

After half a century of civil unrest, since separation and independence, the Republics of Nemoralis and Artel have had no national traffic whatsoever.

Without any foretaste, dared to declare war and at the same time indiscriminate chorionic bombardment, Nemoralis refugees received generous protection and support as "victims unilaterally exposed to irrational attacks".

After the announcement, it is not difficult to imagine that the people of the late King Lacrimalis, a democracy, would have been able to turn a hard eye.

...... hmm? So, the Arthurians, too?

As far as the national political elections in the Artel Republic and the turnout and results of the presidential primaries are concerned, it seems that few citizens support the current regime that pushes (o) the war forward.

If you are not a government, but every citizen, there seems to be room for discussion.

However, in Artel, star signs (servants) operate with dignity.

The report contained a description of the situation in the autonomous community of Listwar, which was heard by Amiella and the others.

If the same were true of Artel, he would not be able to speak of peace where the star's sign (servant) eyes could be reached… especially about coexistence with Nemoralis.

The four followed the way and proceeded to the back of the temple.

[Crystal of Magic], which cages prayer and magic, and prays for an edge with those who want peace.

"You bought only one piece of paper in one place and went around as many shops as you could."

Pinatifida confirms to the adults.

"Right. Try to make notes as much as possible about prices, assortments, customers, and rumors."

"And how were the passers-by...? Brothers, you've been having such a rough time."

Nodding to Padolrik's answer, Pinatifida rarely looks out for boat passengers travelling down the waterway in front of the temple.

"Ah... it's been a while"

"Oh, pharmacist. Long time no see."

When Awellana met, the clergyman, once known as Fiarlka the Carrier, came running small with a bright face.

"Thanks to you, I was able to reconnect with your brother."

"Congratulations. May the edge of the water be lucky."

"I didn't come today, but that's when the kid I was with was able to reunite with our father."

My first brother, Aviace, bows his head lightly and Padolrik expresses his gratitude.

"He said the kids were very well taken care of, and thank you"

"It is my pleasure to say hello to the Fiarlka priest"

The cleric gave it back to the model and lurked his voice.

"From the Fiarlka priest today, any information on the amitostigma?

Awellana was curious as to why she would be asked such a cot, but she did not dare to answer her plans for today.