It's all one flower.

[Lights] dotted by Cruello illuminate the entrance hall with white.

There are five ballpoint pens that hold light. The desk and reception table, dispersed and placed at the reception counter, lighted the entire front door.

Scared by the storm, Amana clings to Cruillo.

Elantis was showing Textbooks to Juvenile Soldier Morph.

I was distracted while there were things like storm control and cookie underneath, but as soon as I got out of hand, my anxiety hit me.

Heavy windstorm sounds further aggravate anxiety.

Cruillo added more [lights] to try to ease his feelings a little.

Until earlier, Elantis had put out a Mandarin textbook from his bag and read it.

"You, Book... Can You Read"

"Yeah. I mean books, this, textbooks"

"Oh well... textbooks..."

Juvenile soldier Morph peeks into Elantis' hand and shuts up.

Elantis closed the textbook and gave it to the boy soldier.

"Read?"

"What? Are you sure?

"I'll read another one, fine. Give it back to me later."

"Ooh..."

Morph received in bewilderment and lowered his back next to Captain Solniak. Elantis puts out a common language textbook and starts reading it.

... Right. For the rest of my life in a place like this, a fire burglar can't be a wacko.

Cruillo puts his thoughts into the future.

If you can safely cross the Njefried River, your immediate destination will be the city of Masrina.

The radio's shelter information doesn't even tell us anything about the city of Masrina. I guess the city next door to the north isn't that different from this city of Zerneau.

My mother's survival gave up more than the other half.

Even if we were lucky enough to survive, I don't think we'd stay in the city of Masrina.

If he's safe, he'll rely on his father on a business trip to cross to Nemoralis Island, or he'll take the Kruillos back to Zerneau. In this situation, it appeared that there was no action by the latter.

Both home and school were burned down in the first terror. The terror chaos paralysed traffic and the roads were sealed off by the authorities. It was only a coincidence that my brothers and sisters survived.

Still, for once, I'll take a look near the port of Masrina.

There will be a few basements and air trenches built during half a century of civil unrest, even buildings magically protected like this broadcaster.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana's body is a fisherman who spent time terrorizing and air raiding on the lake and may now be evacuating to port.

... If the fisherman is safe, why don't you give him to Nemoralis Island and ask him?

If you don't see anyone in Masrina and have no clue, the next stop is at the shelter in the nearest city of Kiparis.

If only I could see my mother there. At least, you'll get life information from now on.

... Without information, I can't move... Ah!

This is the Zerneau branch of State Broadcasting.

Since there are no people in the local bureau, I wonder if there is any information.

All the news we've had for some time now is information gathered at the headquarters of the capital, Cravel.

The Zerneau branch appears to have fled before the air raid, but the same does not necessarily apply to the surrounding stations.

If the air strike damage in the city of Masrina is terrible and the broadcaster is not functioning, I can also nod at the lack of information.

If that's the damage, you can't use the phone or the road, and it'll take a long time for the bureau and the military to confirm it directly and report it to the capital.

If you are a country of scientific civilization, you can use your satellite line cell phone to report from the spot, but not the Republic of Nemoralis.

There was no such convenience in the land of the two wheels near the magical civilization.

There are also magical tools such as [flower ears] that communicate with remote areas, but the number is small. Besides, it needed strong magic, and it wasn't something anyone could use.

It is natural to become an island of information.

Once the war is over, jobs will soon be found in the special needs of reconstruction.

With a steady income, you'll be able to manage your home. You could even get Amana to go to school.

On the radio, the damage on Nemoraris Island remained in parts of the south and the damage on the capital, Cravel, seemed minor.

... It would be easier if Dad was safe.

Think hard, think good.

Either way, there is only anxiety material.

What will happen, the war will end?

The last civil war took fifty years to end.

Is there a safe place?

Can we survive until the end of the war?

How long will it last this time?

I don't know a few more times. Repeat the question.

Almost stepping into the darkness with no exit, Cruillo looked next door. Amana, as always, stuck to the arm of her work clothes with a hard expression.

"Shall I study Amana too?"

"Why?"

When Cruillo spoke, her sister returned the question with no expression.

"Hmm... a proper shelter is like a school or a public building"

"If the shelter were a school, would you also study?

"Yeah, well, I guess so. Besides, if you find a place to live, you go to school there, and if you're late for school, you're in trouble, right?

"Hmmm......"

Amana is an uncomfortable breeze, but she pulled an arithmetic textbook out of her bag.

That's what I explained, but the primary purpose is to give my sister the task of being able to focus on something.

If you have nothing to do, your heart will be crushed by grief and anxiety. I needed something to distract me from them.

Amana sat next to Elantis with her textbooks and writing instruments. Behind the misprint, start practicing questions.

Elantis quickly turned his gaze back on the common language textbook after just a quick look at Amana's license (originally).

Juvenile soldier Morph follows and reads Mandarin textbooks as he questions Captain Solniak.

Medvege put the copy paper and ballpoint pen in front of the morph.

"When you're done reading it, do some writing."

The boy soldier took his eyes off the textbook and snorted.

Cruillo also looks through the notes of the spell that Awellana has written to him.

Remember, I want to be ready when I say Isa.

"Cruillo, do you have a minute?

Leno said, peeking into Cruello's hand.