It's all one flower.

"We're not going to be dealing with magic bags, thank you."

"Oh, that's fine. It's not that difficult, so don't worry."

"How many bags should I pack?

Priest Wentus of the Eastern Diocese gives instructions to the demon soldiers of the government forces.

Except for the portions of the haulier Fiarlka's letter that "burn when you've finished reading it", the priest rewrote it with a typewriter.

Details such as the receipt of flour have also changed.

Said it in a container that came from the Amitostigma Kingdom charity "Everybody's Dining Room".

"He wants me to just put it in that magic bag, and we don't know how much to give you, and we're in trouble."

"Uh... the flour in the relief supplies, there's a possibility of sending it all"

"Is it such a small bag?

"Flour, it's 150,000 tons twice, isn't it?

I was also surprised by the old ni monk and Kufushenka, who stands as a craftsman on the star road.

The demon soldiers laugh bitterly.

"High volume [endless bags] are expensive."

"I don't think barter can be procured by an organization, not free of charge."

"Yes, yes. The war made me thin and the price went up..."

"Is it possible that [endless bags] containing 150,000 tons can only be bought by large companies in trade relations?

"I sent you this, it was a regular container, wasn't it?

The wizard soldiers, they said to each other.

Seen in calm circumstances, they're all "normal people," as the confectioner's wife put it.

The Nemus Liberation Army, too, was a "fighting wizard" for all, but was also in the process of fighting in the invasion of the Ristover Autonomous Region, causing it to become more murderous and horrifying as it had encountered the Warcraft.

Even General Unuk Elhaia, who spoke plainly and showed care to the general population of the Autonomous Communities, was so intimidated that he remembered his breathlessness.

Now in the elementary school gymnasium, government troops in front of a pile of flour are all young people who seem to be good for anybody who is anywhere, if not for the magical [armor].

You may just look young and be a long-lived race that has lived for over a hundred years, but you don't know it from the outside.

"Yep. Thank you very much for sending us many containers by type, from beautiful like new to broken for materials."

An old ni monk draws an ellipse representing the path of the holy star in front of his chest and drips his head (like this).

There is one [endless bag] left by the green-haired hauler, but the wizard soldier doesn't even know what the content is.

"Another organization has given us so much flour, but as you can see, a decent warehouse has been burned, so we have no choice but to put it in school"

"If you don't take advantage of molds and pests before they fail, you don't want to."

Two priests look up at a pile of wheat bags in a sizzling mixture.

"Replacing pot and flour...... well, it's fuzzy when it comes to fuzzy"

"You usually come from the Kirkulus system in the Federation of Barbatum, don't you?

"Flour to the habit I unilaterally sent..."

"And more than half, you say it was scrap but thick"

The soldiers of the regular army told me that the Autonomous Communities looked at each other.

... from the outside, you look like that.

Kufshenka remembered the smile of a factory official who was happy to let go that the broken pot was also "superior material," which made him sad.

Now is the time to be reborn beautifully, but the former Eastern Diocese is the Barack Zone. Back then, instead of metal pans, wooden boxes, styrofoam, cardboard, etc. were also valuables.

Even if a home changes from a tongue or waste material barracks to a prefabricated makeshift home, people's consciousness does not change so quickly.

Listwar Autonomous Region...... How many years will it take for the inhabitants of the Eastern Diocese in particular to become so rich that they can be angry that they have been "sent iron chips"?

"Perhaps if we didn't send the flour, the Amitostigma organization would cut it off from a one-time donation and never send it again."

"But you're sending it, right?

When the priest said, the Regular Soldier turned a cursory eye to ask, "Are you sure?"

Kufshenka says, digging up bitter memories of distant old times.

"We thought from the reflection of half a century of civil strife that if we did not engage with pagans, we would each be happy on a different path"

"Actually, it wasn't...?

The captain of this unit asks Kufushenka, an artisan on the star road.

"Yes. Embarrassing story, disparities have widened within the Autonomous Communities. Using that grievance to expand his power, the Star Path Brave Army and the Star Mark couldn't stop attacking the heathen."

Priest Wentus, who replied on behalf of the old craftsman, turns his sinking face to the regular army and continues without bowing.

"The Autonomous Region has also become a battlefield for the Star Mark and the Nemus Liberation Army."

"Erm... so...?

This unit looked at each other with troubled faces to see if they were really just young people.

"I intended to live in peace, but in fact, the division and incomprehension just proceeded."

According to the Kirkulus priest, the Fluxinus soldiers corrected their posture.

"That creates hatred... as you can see"

"But that's a domestic trick, isn't it?

With a face I can't swallow, the demon soldier asks.

"This organization in Amitostigma has reached out to me and given me the opportunity to interact, regardless of whether I want to make faith different."

A soldier twists his neck.

"In the country... uh, people live around here right now"

"Are you suddenly interacting with foreign countries, not like Topoli or something?

"In the country, a lot of blood was shed in battle. To some extent, unless the situation calms down and the obsession is dissolved, the impossible interaction may cause the creation of a new spark."

The voice that suppressed the grief of Priest Wentus spread to the elementary school gym and disappeared.

There's no sign of the kids, there's just a pile of flour.

"Following the instructions in the letter doesn't necessarily mean you have:

"Do you believe me?

"All of a sudden you send crap on me, and you give me a rude organization that tells me to bring food?

The demon soldiers turned their eyes to see something incredible to the Kirkulus priesthood.

"There have also been various debates between us and the people of the Autonomous Communities. But there's no way to go beyond believing and not doing it once."

"All that remains is flour that may be scratched without mutual distrust or eating."

When Khushchenka, an old woman who knew peace before the civil unrest, was accompanied, the young soldiers of the government army nodded all together. At the instruction of the captain, the tequila moves and the wheat bags containing twenty kilos are swallowed in one small magic bag after another.

I just put a thousand bags in it, and it stopped coming in.