It's all one flower.

"Well, whatever, even when it comes to reconstruction, I'm in trouble with disorder"

"Exactly. You've been reminded of a painful recovery project from half a century of civil unrest."

When the liquor store owner said, the elderly district manager nodded and looked around with him.

This is a rural area in the western part of the autonomous community of Listver. It's the district chief's house.

The main facades of the Autonomous Region gathered, and the large round table also reached the tailor Kufushenka.

"Also, the barracks were built in a disorderly manner. Now it's time to plan the city properly with the light of knowledge."

The district manager spread a large map over the tabletop.

The map is a blueprint of the zoning business.

"Artel and Lanista are fighting for us to save our followers. Already the surrounding cities of Zerneau and Kulbunica have become deserted fields and the Nemoralis government has abandoned the land."

"Is it that easy to get?

When Kufshenka uttered her doubts, the gaze of the attendees gathered in the old woman of the tailor.

Looking back into their eyes, Kufshenka continues.

"Now we have evacuated the north simply to protect our citizens, until a formal decision is announced..."

"Sure, it's not easy (sometimes) to be sidelined by the end of maintenance. There's one thing there, could you do your brother a favor?

The middle-aged district council didn't let Khushchenka tell everyone, but blocked (whispered) in a mellow (cobbly) tone.

Blue photographs include not only the current Listver Autonomous Region, but also neighbouring cities such as the city of Zerneau.

... I didn't mean to say that... well, fine.

Kufushenka softened the district council's request and spoke of the immediate challenge.

"Whatever your long-term plans are, you'll be starving to death by spring if you don't raise food first."

"Really? Eighty percent of the Glades are pretty, huh?

"until the harvest of spring vegetables."

"The fields around here are safe and stockpiled."

"Instead of springtime, you can even harvest wheat."

The farmers' representatives laughed with their noses at Kufshenka's concerns.

The factory owners, including the owner of the liquor store, do not pinch their mouths and watch what happens.

Kufshenka looked around the fifteen and raised a single eyebrow.

"The air raid interrupted communications and I don't have the means to communicate with my brother. Plus, temporarily, it was abandoned, so the central government may not have the information around here."

So cut the words and wait for the reaction.

The men gazed at the only woman on this occasion. Wait for the next word to be uttered by the old woman, the sister of the MP.

"Given my brother's temper today, he's probably on the run to procure relief supplies to keep the starving dead out by now."

The colour of discouragement spreads to the men.

Kufshenka carefully chose words to continue.

"My brother was originally told to expand the Autonomous Region in exchange for the stature of the Star Way Prostitute Army."

The leaders of the Autonomous Communities stand in colour and look at each other.

The Congresswoman's sister looked around at her greedy face and continued her words quietly.

"I'm sure you'll move on to investigate the damage. Let them add their hands and minds to the result…"

The men did not listen ahead of them, pointing to the blue photograph and starting to assert themselves in a mouthful.

Increased freshwater plants in lakes, expansion of factory zones, new salt resistant crops and hydroponic facilities… Photovoltaic plants that bribe those electricity need vast amounts of land.

The men rapped on rosy future projections.

Kufshenka looks at her mouth, smiles and listens to her dreams.

The hinterland along the Kublum Mountains was originally a land of demons and uninhabitable people.

As we have long been told, we have no choice but to cling to the meagre lands of the coastal areas where the patronage of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, reaches.

Kufshenka took a chilling look at the leading men who hoped this neighborhood would be an Artel enclave.