It's all one flower.

"Mr. Store Manager, if you're all right with sour, this, go ahead"

"Oh, are you sure?

What my confectioner's wife offered me is red fruit about a baby's fist.

"If you have plenty of sugar or syrup, you can boil it in syrup and turn it into pie or tart. Everything was thin in the war, and the battle between the star sign and the PLA was broken... so after cleaning up, the pavilion owner and I took turns going to the mountains."

The eyes in the classroom gathered in a tall voice that curled (round) in one breath.

There are more expressions of surprise than criticisms of loudness at work.

Secondary school vacant classrooms, with no particular time limit, and free access at their own convenience.

A cage knitted with grass (Tsukusa) was placed at the parish table where Kufushenka sat.

There are about ten red fruits.

"So many, are you sure?

"Go ahead. Me and the pavilion owner are master cooks, but sewing and knitting is a tease. It really helps that you can tell me like this here. I got a lot of yarn from a foreign donation, but it's not like I can't knit, and I don't care how much you thank the manager enough."

Some of them raise their faces to the voice of the confectioner's wife, stop knitting hands and nod.

Eighty percent of the seats filled were filled by more than half women, but many men were unable to get out to work due to injuries, etc.

"I'm too old for this. Even if you have so many, you won't be able to eat them before the scratch (was there), so this half… No, one or two will suffice."

"If you unplug the seeds and dry them, they will shine... Oh, I hurried to bring them to you thinking they should be fresh, but I knew it would be sour if they were raw, and I would make them dry fruit and then give them to you"

The confectioner's wife said unilaterally and pulled in the cage she had placed on the teaching table.

"But when your wife went out of her way to the mountains and was picked for her life, you get so much..."

"No, it's fine. That's it, listen to me? We all dug up mountain roads last summer so we could get through, right? That alone has gotten a lot better, but these days, the soldiers of the government army have been guarding the mountain roads. Well, I was creepy and scared and jerked off at first, too, but when I actually met and talked about it, it was surprisingly Hutu's brothers, and this is it."

... I bet they talked to you at this rate, and the demon soldiers shut up.

Even while Kufshenka laughs bitterly, the story of the confectioner's wife continues.

"When we went to collect firewood and nuts, the soldiers followed us to escort us. Even on a cloudy day, the soldier just approached me, and the Miscellaneous Demon ran away without fear, so I tried to get out of the way and go all the way to the real mountains, but this also followed me and protected me properly. Besides, he picked the fruit on the high branches and put it in a cage, and he sent me back to the square at the foot before sundown, and I was really surprised because it was all over."

"Outside the road?

Kufshenka doubted his ears.

The knitting class students also turn their equally astonished eyes to the confectioner's wife.

"For once, too, we take iron pipes and stuff for protection, but you don't hit demons and mischievous demons that don't have entities yet. But the magic of the soldier was destroyed in one shot."

Weren't you scared?

A voice flew from the student, and the confectioner's wife turned back to the line of desks.

Middle schools in the Eastern Parish were rebuilt from that winter fire, and desks and other equipment are shiny.

There are colorful yarns on the desk.

Mufflers for the first time at all, knitting classes where those who come a little used to try socks and hats and ask Kufshenka what they don't know.

People flashing at work and attending this vocational training class from temporary housing pour a mixed gaze of fear and expectation on the confectioner's wife.

"When I said we wanted to pick them off the road, I wasn't scared at all because they split them into mountains first, looked around them, found me away and quickly stopped them. If the soldiers just stay by my side, the Miscellaneous Demon won't come by, and if you want to go, I'd prefer it if it didn't snow."

It's December.

After two weeks, there may be days in the Kublum Mountains when the rain turns to snow.

... I guess what we're all worried about is that the magic can't be directed this way.

I can't put it in my mouth on a boulder.

"I don't know what to say, here... I thought it was in this mood for a story princess to be protected by a knight. Wow"

When the confectioner's wife was worthless of her age and sneered like a dreaming maiden, the place boiled more and more.

A man whose knee has stopped bending in the fire teases him.

"Now, if my husband asks me, it's Ogoto."

"It's okay. I'm one of those guys. So now that we know that the Wizard's soldiers are also Hutu people, I asked them out of my mind."

"... what?

An earlier man pulls in a laugh and listens.

Those who tried to proceed with the knitting also stopped their hands and turned their attention to the stranger standing beside the table.