It's all one flower.

The only land citizen candidate is a man by the name of Nautilus.

On the contrary, it would be the first time in the history of city council elections in Holma City.

According to the electoral gazette, the age is forty-six. I'm from the city of Gardenia on the island of Negna. On his own from the air raid, he escaped to the city of Holma in the eastern part of Nemoralis Island.

After the bureau and banking process, it seems possible to reissue the identity card and the deposit ledger. Currently unemployed and temporarily residing, he had the economic power to pay the deposits needed to run for office.

... I'm strong enough to be confiscated if I fall.

Leno remembered what his announcer Jorch taught him last night. Picture a figure of a Nautilus candidate on the road to a makeshift home with an electoral office.

What I can tell from the election gazette is that I worked for a bus company when I was in the city of Gardenia and I was a powerless land people. I don't even know if he's a driver or another job, or his job title.

Leno had no idea what department there was in the bus company and had no idea.

... I really don't know anything.

If this is such a cot, I wish I had studied more, a regret I don't know how many times brings my neck.

There were classes in middle and high school, one by one, in various professions. When did I learn?

Leno thought he had no choice but to ask because it was only going to be a bakery, and he killed his time by doing the assignments he was given in other classes.

Why didn't you even try to find out about other jobs?

He was crushed by regret and is no longer where to think about the Nautilus candidate. Just keep up with Jorch and Lazolnik.

"Are you sick, too?

"What? Yes, no, it's okay"

"Right."

Cared for by Captain Solgnac walking next door, Leno stretched his spine.

The Nautilus candidate is, this time, the only land national candidate.

I'm going to see the land people alone so they don't get alarmed. None of the four are voters in the municipal council elections in Holma City. Collect information for a mobile retailer.

To the nearest [leap] permit point of City Hall, Jorch and Lazolnik had him jump. Aim for high school in the opposite direction from yesterday.

It's just business vehicles going down the driveway.

The private houses along the road had many single-family houses with gardens but not one with garages.

Only around shopping districts and makeshift homes did you see people with different hair colors. Leaving there at all, she only had green hair, and the four black, tea and blonde hair floated from around her.

"Ohka-san, Atamer"

"Shh! You mustn't point fingers!

A green-haired mother holds up the toddler who pointed to Leno and leaves early.

... Well, I guess I've never seen it before in my life.

Leno dropped off her green-haired mother and child in an unspeakable mood.

The high school yard is half filled with temporary housing. A common white sound barrier on the construction site surrounds the prefabrication, separating physical education classes from the lives of domestic refugees.

"Hello -. I heard there's an election office for the Nautilus candidate."

Razornik speaks to the old man. The old man shook his hand to the left holding the laundry.

"It's in the corner of the rally."

"Thank you"

Leno and Lazolnik said at the same time, and the four sewed between the dry rods to the back.

On the door of the assembly room is a piece of paper written in greasy magic, "City Councilman Candidate Nautilus's Office". If you look closely, it's behind the calendar.

As far as election posters go around City Hall, none of them faded and none of the candidates seemed to have printed anything new. But I had a chest ache in the cramps of a Nautilus candidate who had to save even on this stuff.

"I'm sorry. Downstairs. I'm from a mobile dealership. Do you have anything for me?

Razornik follows Knock and opens the door without waiting for a reply. The four slipped themselves into the assembly room and quickly closed the door.

This is also an in-house workplace.

The back corner is divided by cardboard and a man speaks on a black phone.

Stop knitting hands, women listen.

"Mobile sales? Where's the stuff for sale?

"They're letting me park my truck in the Fisheries Union parking lot."

"Bread and groceries are the main focus, but there are [cold stamps] and residential spells, and if you can have something else, three days or so, I'll buy it."

Lazolnik added to Leno's remark.

Stop the hand writing the spell and an elderly woman turns her shoulder and says:

"Anyway, it's too expensive to buy."

Leno and Lazolnik repeat the same takeover to their resident counterparts here as yesterday's makeshift, and Jorch takes notes silently. Captain Solniak also peeps at the man on the phone as he notes something.

"You have a call here, right?"

"Someone from the Lyabina charity for the election raised money over there and pulled a temporary one."

"Contact the bureau, we'll have to lend it to them."

"Just go to the bureau and go back to work for a day, so I'm really helpful."

"Until the end of the election. So we're done next month."

The man in the back put the receiver down and looked at this one. Temporary residents meet with a smile.

Captain Solniak stepped forward.

"Are you the Nautilus candidate?

"Yes. Um, what about you guys?

Residents explained it was a mobile sale, and Holma City's only land citizen candidate relieved slightly of tension.

Captain Solgnac says, not even Nicoli.

"You can also procure the office supplies you need in the election."

"I have a lot of things I want, but I don't care, I have the funds..."

"Uh... on deposit"

When Razornik nodded with the windy face he found out, the Nautilus candidate was bent on bitterness.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"Right. I ran in Gardenia, too. Do you have a ticket?

When Razornik asked lightly, the Nautilus candidate looked up.