It's all one flower.

Farkill pretends to have slept with his mother who came to wake him.

Ever since I was in middle school, I never went to see my father off.

My parents just ask me "because it's a rebellion" no. My mother didn't force me, as usual, and immediately pulled back.

Farkill killed his breath in the bed and waited for the two of them to leave.

Winter mornings are late.

It's still dim outside, and the sparrows don't wake up.

The sound of doorway opening and closing and door tightening echoed in the city, where he slept securely.

Farkill waited five minutes to get out of bed, just in case.

Get dressed and hold the luggage I prepared yesterday. In his usual habit, he took the tablet terminal and rushed it back to the charger.

If I had something like this, they'd know where I was right away on GPS.

Instead, I shoved the flying terminal I bought in the alley downtown into every charger bag under my bed.

When I went down to the kitchen, there was a note my mother wrote and breakfast.

Pour in toast, salad and eyeball grill with water to fish the cupboard.

I shoved the sturdy bread and canned food I bought into my bag and left the house.

The thin cloudy sky finally adds more brightness and wakes up a sparrow rings.

Exhaled white, Farkill rewound the muffler.

Drop off the bike from the newspaper delivery and head to the bus stop.

The city in the early morning is full of people and cars. It looks like a city with unfamiliar views.

As soon as we got to the stop opposite the middle school, a bus arrived.

Only twice a day in the morning and evening, there is a bus leaving across the pure white South Vieitofi Bridge.

Farkill insignificantly boarded in and took the organizing ticket. Sink yourself in the seat directly behind the driver.

The view of the windows flows away from the city you are accustomed to living in and your usual life. Farkill dropped it off without any emotion.

The Vietofi Bridge is divided into two parts, one north and the other south, across the island of Lanterna.

Science and magic were built during the days of the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic… as symbols of two-wheeled melting.

Both are supported by the civil and architectural techniques of science and the magic of [nesting hangings (caques)] schools, protected from natural disasters, demonic raids and ship collisions.

It was dropped during half a century of civil unrest but rebuilt shortly after the end of the war.

Blue lake water spreads far beneath your eyes. The waves are calm.

In times of peace, freighters were seen crossing the Kingdom of Scootum with other magical civilized nations.

Now, not one of the fishing boats is under lockdown by the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

Farkill liked to watch the boat cross the lake from the hills. There is nothing untrained about this Artel Republic now that all I see is a bomber flying off the base.

The bus crossed the South Vietofi Bridge without incident and dropped off a handful of passengers at the bridge's (and often) stop.

There are no riders from the island of Lanterna, only loads of the island's air to the mainland garage.

Until sundown, there are no buses connecting the island to the mainland.

Farkill turned his back on the bus that crossed the bridge and walked towards the island's central city.

The belt of the bag eats into my shoulder. I hung it up and stepped out onto the sidewalk on Main Street.

The first thing I noticed when I stepped down to Lanterna Island was that there were no poles.

The city on the mainland of Artel has small power plants on a city by city basis from which electricity is transmitted to each home or building.

On the mainland, some districts have underground during the reconstruction period, but not here. You don't have to patrol the power grid.

People on the road dress differently, too.

The people of the lake are wearing thin clothes at this time of year. However, spells such as [exorcism] and [cold resistance] can be seen on the hem (soot) and sleeve (soot).

Without the knowledge of witchcraft, you'd think it was ethnic clothing.

It is brightly coloured with embroidery and dye, but not to entertain the eyes of the beholder.

The color used varies depending on the type and intensity of the procedure you want to activate.

I don't change the color or shape of my clothes with my gender like a powerless people.

Both men and women wear clothes that are less exposed throughout the season and are simple and easy to move around. The color pattern of the clothes depends on the technique granted.

On this island... No, clothes from the magical civilization area are not "decorative", but "protective equipment" that protects itself from cold heat, demons, etc.

Farkill walked slowly as he confirmed the sign's address display.

In the early morning, but there are many crowds.

Those who go on the road are some of the same land people as Farkil, some of the people of the lake with green hair.

The people of the lake were almost all wizards with a few exceptions.

People on land seem to have a lot more powerless people than Farkill thinks. Shame on you, I didn't have to float in just clothes without a spell.

Preliminary online research indicates that buildings and some collective homes provide electricity from their own sources for powerless people.

There are also wireless LANs and Wi-Fi in buildings with generators.

Farkill found the building he was looking for and went down the stairs to the basement.

The terrestrial area is a three-story miscellaneous building with restaurants and grocery stores.