It's all one flower.

The day after the solace festival at the refugee camp, the spelldoctor Septentorio returned.

Those who will be cared for in the house of Mariana, supporters of the kingdom of Amitostigma, surround the curse doctor for tea.

It's not just a tea party, it's a local research debrief for the north and east of Nemoralis Island.

Today, the youth of the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association also surround the same table. I came to deliver a USB memory with data from the video.

"I'm just going to be a little late..."

Farkill tells the sorry-headed curse doctor.

"No, no, no. It's not because of the curse doctors that measles became popular."

"Yes, yes. The curse doctor turned out to be a good camouflage, so I had to deal with the pharmacy that the pharmacist walked in and not be held back by the village."

When Archione says, the spelldoctor's face turns into an indescribable look.

Elektra poked the leader of the bouquet of peace.

"Hey, Archione"

"What? Not really."

The brunette singing princess swells her cheeks.

"While broadcasting, but it's a car, so I thought I could get to the city of Lyabina during the summer..."

It was last summer that the spelldoctor Septentorio began to act with the mobile broadcaster Praethermassa. He boarded a truck from the city in the northern part of Nemoralis Island, but was held back in a small village by the emergence of warcraft and a measles epidemic.

To put an end to the epidemic, Amiella and the others helped raise money, but it took months.

Now it's February, the year is up.

"How is the situation in the refugee camps, now? Cruillo asked you to lend me your device from time to time and I looked through the report all the time..."

At the dawn of the war, medical doctors who fled as refugees were provided with special accommodation and dispensing rooms. Refugee medical practitioners are asked to pack fixedly in the clinics of each compartment, and external NGOs and the Royal Medical Association of Amitostigma, among others, continue their patrol practice.

Safrol also began to work with farmers to create herbal gardens in each compartment, and a stable supply system such as medicinal herbs for wounds began to move.

Because the refugee camp's health care system was quite in place, the spelldoctor Septentorio went to see what was happening in the Nemoralis Republic.

He was recently reminded of various deficiencies, including lack of medicines and vaccines, healthcare administration and immunization systems, and professional human resource development.

It also found that the current regime's local truncation and the rebellion against it were significant.

... There are some things I can't help but to leave you alone because of the war, but it seems like you've come all at once.

Amiela was sneaking out (sighs).

"I thought you'd ask, so I put it together."

Farkill placed a clear file on a table lined with tea utensils. The received spelldoctor glances at the green eye.

"Is this...?

"From last summer, this is the patient status for each compartment up to last month."

"Take this... you alone?

"Maasa. Every week, Asakor and his team take turns to go on a field trip and ask for statistics."

"To sum it up, even if Dr. Asakor told me to, I'm printing it right for the curse doctor when he gets back."

Amiella was impressed.

Farkill is a solid kid, but he should still be a freshman in high school.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think of anything at all"

"That's... that's me. Simply because of the difference in information processing experience... and because I'm off duty today, I can't have you in my computer room."

When Farkill looked in trouble, Tygeta looked in more trouble.

"That sounds like a bad day off..."

"Kimi, are you still saying that? Get some rest on your day off."

Archione is stunned.

"I don't think it's a bad idea to just rely on this kid, but he's a Nemoralist comrade, and few people can handle computers properly, so the burden is really biased."

When a young man from the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association blurred, Electra tilted her neck.

"But Jernuy also edits videos and stuff, right?

Jernuy lives in another supporter's house.

I don't get to see him face to face much, but he does video shooting at charity concerts and editing work with what the Razorniks took from another position.

He also prepared perks images of pirated CDs, etc.

On a day when there was no photography, as an expert in [Wearing Woodpecker (Kitsuki)] school, I carried him to work in the refugee camp on civil engineering, and he didn't seem to have a holiday either.

"He took our reboot, promo video number one,"

He's a namesake for the bouquet of peace.

According to Tygeta and Asterope, the young man with the [wearing] school badge (today) was not even in the pattern.

Electra listens.

"Shooting videos and editing on your computer are special skills, right?

"Can you even tell me about Nemoralis?

Farkill is also interested, but this is the voice that confirms it's different.

"I used to take eight millimeters for my hobby."

A curse doctor reading the list of cases with a rugged face loosened his cheek and looked at Jernuy, a civil engineer.

Six young men, other than the spelldoctor, tilt their heads simultaneously.

"Hachi Miri?

Jernuy reworded with a troubled smile on his often tanned face.

"It's an eight-millimetre film, and it's my hobby to make short films."

"Yikes! Awesome!"

Four of the bouquets of peace whisper.

"All, I burned it in an air raid... but every summer vacation, I went to Lacrimaris' relatives, and my cousin (cousin) told me to edit video cameras and computer videos."

Jernuy looked around at the seven, brightening his dark, sinking voice.

"So when I say touch the computer, I can't push an information processing system like you at all... without looking at the keyboard one word at a time."

"I suck at video shooting the other way around, and the editing sucks."

Farkill laughs bitterly.

"I can't do either of that. Everyone works together in their own area of expertise and expertise… it's the right material."

When the spelldoctor Septentorio smugly said, the convincing spread to the venue.

… my area of expertise…? As soon as I can, I have to decide which school to study.

Neither the spell, nor the embroidery of magic, are taught individually if necessary, and neither, yet, has been learned in a systematic manner.

Amiella had no choice between becoming a [singing] scholastic singer or a [knitting reed cutter (yoshikiri)] scholastic sewer.