It's all one flower.

Summarizing the information received from people from various positions, it appears that Cravel, the capital of the Nemoralis Republic, was held by the Nemus Liberation Army, which staged the coup d 'état.

Leno's feelings swayed over whether to follow him to the refugee camp in the kingdom of Amitostigma with him during his breakup with the spelldoctor Septentorio.

The living environment seems to be better than before and a little easier.

There are no formal schools, but teachers, former teachers, college students, etc. who are among the refugees teach them to study in the assembly room.

Leno's cooking and sewing skills and business tricks in the bazaar will be treasured.

I don't know what happened inside the capital. I have anxiety.

Still, after all, I decided to go to Cravel.

... to buy raw materials for the measles vaccine, to make it in the capital's pharmaceutical factory, to form a group of science doctors, to go to the northern countryside of Nemoralis Island for vaccination, it would be annoying if the conditions inside calmed down and you couldn't afford that much, right?

When I start thinking about what means the funds to cover them were raised, I get anxious.

Leno stopped thinking about things he just thought about that he didn't actually know he wouldn't look at.

If you don't know what causes anxiety, you just have to go and make sure.

Neither did Pina and Tis oppose going west.

The spelldoctor Septentorio fell out of medical support for the refugee camp, but Razornik, the information guerrilla, says he'll be with us for a while now.

It is the same as Cruillo and does not hold the badge (today) of a particular school. I guess he's also a [spiritual dove] school that does things for everyday life, but with one more wizard, that's comforting.

This morning a line of mobile broadcaster Praetelmisa descended from Ougari Old Road to the national road along the lake bank and entered the city of Holma.

Much smaller than the city of Ljabina, but the walls are thick and robust to see.

"Holma is also a city that has been around for quite some time."

Announcer Jorch taught me that the walls protected by the art of preventing degradation are completely indistinguishable from the new.

The old fisherman Aviace negotiated and allowed him to park in the parking lot of the Holma Fisheries Association.

As a precaution, Jorch and DJ Rafe mislead their faces with [makeup] necklaces borrowed from the haulier Fiarluca.

As a result of the consultation, the first gathering of information was to be carried out by four people: Leno, Giorci, Agoni and Padorlik.

I heard the majority of the residents are lake people, but the shopping district is busy with shoppers of various hair colors.

... Is there a temporary home or something over here for people who have fled the coup?

Of course, there were plenty of items in the shops of the eight hundred shops.

"Unlike the South Bank and the West Bank, there didn't seem to have been any price hikes from the food tragedy caused by the surge in population."

Padolrik whined to no one in the middle of a long mall.

Every item is luxurious, not just grocery stores. Industrial products, like the city of Ljabina, were heavily imported from the Hudong region.

"We're running out of supplies here, so it doesn't look like we're selling anything."

"I'm more than happy to take it where it's missing, and I don't need to throw it to the mullet."

When Leno dropped his voice without my knowledge, Padolrik encouraged me.

There was not a single shopping district in Holma City, such as "a hedge swarming with small quantities of merchandise and flying with anger".

There are no murderous sights here, as seen every day, in the capital, Cravel, just after the coup, or in the cities of Rachka and Geatzint, where there was a massive influx of refugees.

Every store buys and sells with a small number of customers and store owners, gently bickering.

Prices are not comparable because we don't know if they were before the war, but they were about 20% cheaper than the current city of Lyabina.

There's a circle of relaxed people in the mall.

A pair of five women walk with their swollen cloth bags in their hands and a sunny smile.

"The flour was cheaper this way, after all!

"I got the car out of here, and it saved me. Thanks."

"Fuel is cheap in Ljavina."

"Are you sure you want flour and olive oil for gas?

"If it's not enough, don't hesitate to tell me."

"We've got kids to take care of, we've got help, we've got each other."

"Don't say that! Because I'll liquidate it later!

"Oh well. Mon with the car came to buy it."

The funeral parlor Agoni nodded frequently.

Leno and the others go to the edge of the mall and fold back.

Residents say there are more people in the lake, as the spelldoctor Septentorio remembers, both shopkeepers and employees, with all their green hair.

But the shoppers, about half of them land people with various hair colors, are there with mufflers wrapped around them and powerless people wearing coats.

Now you won't know if the star marks (servants) or the Hidden Kirkurs are in the way.

He looked like Jorch said something, but if he speaks out here as a state-owned broadcast announcer, it could be a different kind of commotion than before.

Leno, in the parking lot in the city of Ljabina, remembered that a suspicious man had come shortly before dawn and tightened his mind.

I bought fresh winter cabbage and apples and went back to everyone's waiting truck.

I heard that the parking lot at the Fishing Association, with wholesale fishing villages and fresh fish shop purchases, would go in early in the morning, but it's ragged at this hour.

Except for the mobile broadcaster truck disguised as a fictional carrier and the FM Cravel wagon car, which was also transformed into a fictional company car, only two staff cars stop.

With a simple tent and a long desk in the compartment next to the truck, the pinas are preparing dishes with Lazolnik.

I'm home.

"Welcome back."

"Cabbage was cheap."

"Huh? Awesome!

"Such a big, long time no see"

I bought three balls without daring, but they all have about an adult head.

"If only I could make a lot of things."

"What should I make?

"I like cabbage and dried meat soup."

Pina, Tis and Amana shine their eyes around the cabbage.

Razornik held it with one hand to ascertain its weight and nodded again and again.

"Boys, where have you been?

Agoni peeks at the carrier and twists his neck. DJ Rafe's voice answered from the inside.

"I went to the fishermen's club factory to help make dried food."

"Bytes?"

"My aunt at the factory called me, and I morphed with Mr. Aviace and Mr. Awellana and Mr. Medvege..."

"Dry stuff? Can you make it for the boy?

"Come on?"

Even in trucks, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and the old fisherman Aviace capture fish and make them dry, but the process of drying them is always magical.

I don't know about Medvege, but Morph never even saw the fish until he met the Lenos. Ever since we started living together, we've never had a fish.

Leno got so worried too.

"Huh? Are you okay with this?

"Mr. Aviace and the others are with us, and you're gonna be fine"

Cruillo, who came down from the carrier, told me lightly and somehow convinced me to join him in preparing dinner.