It's all one flower.

Amiella was surprised by the presence of the Lacrimalis caught up in the war.

On second thought, that's not unlikely either.

The civil war ended only thirty years ago.

No wonder relatives and acquaintances were in a country divided by an agreement to end the war.

The country was divided, but the Republic of Nemoralis and the Kingdom of Lacrimalis are in friendly relations. Trade flourishes, faith is the same Flaxinus.

Nemoralis gathered the Kirkrus in the country to the Autonomous Community and Lacrimaris deported them out of the country through the Vieetofi Bridge.

The boy, named Farkill, pales over himself and over the northern part of the island of Nenia.

Somewhere else HR (one person at a time) might hear it because the grief is too great to accept.

The city of Grom, albeit Lacrimalis territory, is within the same island of Negna.

A little farther, but if you get to the nearest city to this Zakart tunnel (tunnel), you'll usually be able to return by public transport later.

"I didn't see it in person..."

Farkill boy, keep talking faceless.

"I also heard rumors of weak old people being killed, ashed, plucked out of [the crystal of magic], orphaned children... you know, some kid much younger than me being sold out..."

With those words, the bakery youth and the wizard's employees made his face stretch. Their sisters also turn their anxious eyes to their brother.

Amiella also saw Morph. I didn't know from Morph's expression what he thought of the matter.

"You know, those kids, be careful with them"

That's all Farkill said and shut his mouth.

A bakery and an employee bring their sisters.

The captain of the Star Way Prostitute Army asks questions, breaking the painful silence.

"They had food rations, but how much and how often (Hindu) did they?

"It was matimati by day.... once a day, on some days, on others, three times a day, on canned and sturdy bread days"

Farkill glanced at the universe and silenced, opening his mouth again.

"There were also a few warm soups of cookout.... erm, all the days without at all... was about a couple of days? Still, I got water... oh, yeah"

Suddenly stop talking and explore your bag. I pulled out a grey trainer and a short-sleeved skin outfit and closed the zipper.

"I also got clothes. Um... if you like, go ahead."

Furkill offered Morph a trainer and a skin outfit.

Borough-wrapped morphs look alternately at the boy and his clothes with surprised eyes.

On behalf of the boy who can't say anything, the captain asked.

"Are you sure?

"Yep. I have this... The trainer wore it a little from the top at night when it was cold, but if he doesn't mind, go ahead."

"Right. Thanks.... Morph, take it"

The captain commanded him, and Morph laid out his hand not to mention. Farkill places his clothes gently in his hand.

"Ah... erm, thank you"

The driver laughed and said to Morph, who managed to squeeze out his voice.

"Boy, you're not dressed in front of a girl. Do it over there."

Morph was honestly nodding and walked into the small room behind the driver's seat.

"Going all the way to Gardenia doesn't seem like a place to be... more north"

The employee groaned as he stroked his sister's back.

... the people of the lake can do something about the food, but is fuel enough?

Amiella looked around in the carriage.

There are a few things that look like fuel tanks, but Amiella didn't know how much each of them had left and how far they could run.

Besides, if the rumors Farkill has heard are true, this truck could also be plundered.

... but... So where do I go?

Amiela and the Kirkurs felt it was dangerous to go to Lacrimalis territory.

Well, there is no guarantee that we will be safe in the northern part of the island of Nenia.

This side is closer to Artel than the city of Zerneau. If the radio coverage is true, they managed to prevent the air raid, but they didn't know how long it would last either.

Either way, it didn't make any difference to the Amielas, which is dangerous.

"Um... so, I... I thought..."

And the Pharmacist of the people of the lake lifted up his hands small, and said, terrified. Everybody's eyes gather.

Morph also finished dressing and put his face out of the small room.

"I wonder... what happens to refugee applications in Lacrimalis"

The seat calms down.

The pharmacists of the people of the lake spoke quietly of their determination by looking around at the Amiellas and the people of the Autonomous Region.

"I'll go, even on foot. I may say goodbye to you Kirkuls here..."

Morph lowers his hips in front of the small room and stares down at the lake people's pharmacists (dullness).

The faith of the Amielas, if not told, will not be known.

Almost all the people of the lake are wizards. It wouldn't be a dream to have a Kirkulus who acts with a green-haired person.

It is not a difficult choice, if only within yourself, to be reconciled with faith.

... Besides, I'm a witch... and I can't use a single piece of magic...

The many magical objects the manager gave me still protect Amiella.

The pharmacist (dull) kept his eyes on the employees of the land people.

"Mr. Cruillo and his family might be in Cravel, right? I think it's safer to cross from the Funalis archipelago to Nemoralis through Lacrimaris territory, as long as there are no air raids."

Blue Tsunagi employee and his sister snorted small.

Amiella said thoughtfully.

"I agree. Because you're a Kirkurist, and no matter how many, you won't take your life."

Some nodded, but the captain's expression didn't change.

Somehow, everyone's gaze gathers on the driver.

The driver looked around at everyone uncomfortably.

"Well, I ask you, do you have any idea when the bomb is going down on your head? Which is better, going north, or at least, not just worrying about getting hit by a bomb. Going south?

Everyone opens their mouths and closes within saying nothing.

I won't be seeing you again, but should we split up here in two hands?

Should we all go north or south?

At least the lake people's pharmacist (dull) says he will walk south even on his own.

If she falls out, this line of survival drops all at once.

Now, my gaze focused on the captain.

"He told me what was going on in the north, but there is no information in the south. All you have to do is pack the relief supplies in [endless bags] and magically carry them. Why do you think I let this road get back together?

Asked about unexpected things, everyone thought thoughtfully.

The Kingdom of Lacrimalis is a country of two wheels weighing heavily on magical civilization.

Magic bags [endless bags] allow you to carry large amounts of luggage at one time at the hands of people.

If someone with a land survey in Nemoralis [leaps], the state of the road is irrelevant.

I just couldn't put a creature in the [endless bag].

... maybe because I'm sending back the people who came running away and carrying relief supplies... I don't know.

Amiella concluded so.

Regardless of who lives with us, such as relatives and acquaintances, the Lacrimalis kingdom may also collapse if a large influx of totally unaffiliated refugees occurs.

The southern kingdom is also in the process of rebuilding itself from the civil unrest of thirty years ago.

... Still, you chased me back for nothing, because I get criticized from all over, so I guess I'll let you have plenty of clothes and food and chase you back.

Amiella looked at Morph's clothes and thought,

Gray blank with small pockets on left chest. Thanks to the warm clothes, the skinny boy got a little better complexion.

"… information, I have it"

Farkill, a war-torn king national, says in a tense, trembling voice.

I pulled something out of my pocket, getting everyone's attention and getting smaller.