It's all one flower.

My brothers forbade me to "work," and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana was suspended enough to say no, but I still can't get her out.

Within doing so, the traffic ban on the eastern side was lifted, and it was only as of December that a patrol medical vehicle finally arrived from the city of Myata.

"Mr. Joolucci told me you could come over here."

The Municipal Curse Doctor of Myata also came to Awellana's pillow where he could sleep (fu) in the guest room of the village chief's house.

The green-haired curse doctor said it was the [Flying Owl] school badge (today). As a precaution, Awellana conferred while hiding the school badge in her clothes as a testament to the pharmacist.

"You've already tried too hard. You don't have to do anything in the villages on the road or in the city of Myata."

When she remained silent, the [Flying Owl] scholastic curse doctor, who used the technique in combination with the medicine, gave her a bitter look for a moment, but soon fixed her smile.

"We have come this far at the helm of the Nemus Liberation Army. You... will also lead the way in mobile broadcaster tracks"

"What do you mean?

The spelldoctor answers with a bitter grin.

"The settlements near the city of Myata had many patients who did not make it..."

The village and neighboring villages did not have to let the dead die, thanks to the efforts of the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and his fellow mobile broadcaster Praether Missa, as well as the doctors of the institution to which the haulier Fiarluca brought them.

... What's the more eastern village?

"The villagers are concerned. Even if you know with your head, you can't do anything about anger and sadness without a place to do it."

The Municipal Spelldoctor of Myata laid down the same green eyes as Awellana.

"General Unuk Elhaia asked me to declare that the inadequacy of the vaccine policy carried out by the Nemoralis government has led to a situation which is not the responsibility of the medical practitioner to be treated in the field"

... Isn't that just inciting anti-government?

In the present situation, there is no guarantee that survivors will simply be stuffed.

The spearhead of anger had to be diverted in order to protect the life of a medical practitioner.

Sounds good when it comes to leading the way, but the point would be to protect the medics from the villagers driven by anger and grief. I don't know, but it didn't work out that it would result in more people giving to the Nemus Liberation Army.

"Thanks for letting me know"

"Don't push me too hard, either."

Jorch, the village chief and announcer, came in to replace him with a green-haired curse doctor.

"Oh, keep it up"

"You can stay put."

Awellana, half-hearted on the sleeping table, tried to re-sit, and they were both stopped.

... You're still handling the swelling.

"Um, me, I'm fine now"

"Yep. Earlier, a doctor from the city of Miata asked me. So, I'm thinking of leaving within a week...... May I ask you to start getting used to it?

"It's okay now. So much so that I wanted to move quickly."

Turn a bright face to Joorci, who made a terrible offer. The two relieved themselves, but the village chief tightened his broken face and took an upright immobility stance.

"Mr. Pharmacist. Thank you very much for saving nearly a thousand lives here and nearby Sanke Village."

Awellana looked at the village chief without words and turned her gaze to Jorch.

"After the inpatient started coming out, folks, he noticed somehow, but he pretended he didn't realize that there was a situation he wanted to lay low in."

The announcer for the national broadcast said in a way that reads out the news.

"We've all heard rumors that government forces will accuse spelldoctors and pharmacists. If it's a civic hospital or something, it's still there, but what are you traveling for? You will never say anything else about being a pharmacist."

"Mr. Village Chief......"

My voice trembles and my words don't last.

"We stopped the villagers and neighboring villages. Rest assured."

The medic who lost his home managed to squeeze out words of thanks for tears.

Awellana herself lost more strength than she thought, and her knees laughed just circling the village chief's yard. I just fell asleep for about ten days and was stunned at myself for fading so far.

... The patients who were hospitalized were still so hard after they were discharged.

Still, you don't have to move your body to some extent, you can't move anymore and more.

I kept walking in the garden around the day, sat in a chair as much as possible during the day, read back previous reports, and sometimes spent three days walking in the guest room.

"I don't know about the life of the journey, but please don't push me too hard."

The village chief's wife cares about Awellana as she brews tea.

"When I say traveling, I'm just in a truck, so the only thing that's hard is the driver."

"But you get motion sickness, don't you? I was punished for just taking the bus once."

"That's tough. I'm used to shaking, so it's okay. And there are anti-drunken medicines."

"Oh, reliable. It would be greatly appreciated if all the mobile broadcasters came all the way out here and just had a special broadcast. I can't thank you enough enough for studying, exorcising and treating my children."

"No, no... we are the ones who stay generously sweet and totally long..."

"No, I don't... I can't believe it's still a sick physical habit. The men need help with the fields..."

The village chief's wife looked into the window, but could not even see the fields outside the village.