It's all one flower.

The lake people's pharmacist (dull) Awellana was making wound medication in the police station parking lot.

A police official puts a [simplified junction] in a circle of packing ropes to prevent miscellaneous demons, etc.

Within the conjuncture, hold a bunch of dried herbs in your right hand and a [sorcerer's tear] in your left hand, and continue to cast the same spell for hours more.

The survival of the pharmacist and nurse of science takes a container filled with wound medicine, and the inhabitants of the help place an empty container in front of Awellana.

Serious injuries whose wounds reached the gut were taken on by the spelldoctor.

Terrorists who attacked this neighborhood saw no further increase in the damage caused by the shooting, etc. in the vicinity, whether the ultimate goal was police stations and civil hospitals.

And the fire, and all that burned, burned up, and the hand of the fire was stirred by the wind to the north.

The Iron and Steel Park grounds stopped the burning, and the hospital was spared the spicy (from) burning.

Police officers carry out blankets and distribute them to people who have fled to the parking lot or park.

Every time the wind blows, ash and smoke strike people.

Those who can spend time in blankets are still fortunate. Many have nothing and have to cover their noses and mouths with burning clothes sleeves (so on) or handkerchiefs.

Every evacuee has a collection of shapeless demons. Most of them do not possess power, but remain so.

"I'm sorry. This is for the doctor. I'm sorry."

An elderly man leaves the ground apologizing to a toddler who reaches out.

White clothes... not medical white clothes, cook's clothes. It was dirty with coal (soot) and hung gray throughout.

Lift the business garbage bags high to avoid hitting squatter evacuees.

The contents of the bag, which can be seen through the magic [light], are crushed bread.

"If the doctor collapses on his stomach, you can't cure the injured, can you?

The toddler said nothing and nodded.

There is no such thing as a parent of this child in the surrounding adults. The bakery master smiles and waves, leaving the toddler.

"Be patient."

"Bye Bye."

The toddler waved back with no expression.

No water, no food, nothing to keep the cold out, nothing.

The powerful land people and the people of the lake of the Fraxinus faithful association work together to put up [a simplified junction] throughout the ground. Draw an unbroken line on the dirt ground with a broken bar and surround the ground. A dozen people lined up at equal intervals on that line and chanted the same spell.

The chants of the people of the lake are followed by the voices of the powerful land people.

"This (Ko) circle of heavenly six series stars (Mutsubo) full of stars

In the hinterland of the ring, in the walls of the stars.

Everyone who doesn't call in the walls walks away and kills tens of millions of insects.

Miscellaneous demons retreat and be left idle. "

Miscellaneous demons and weak demons are no longer allowed inside the line. The wizards exorcise the mischievous demons who are already inside.

At least, the Miscellaneous Demon won't be bothered and breathes.

His breath, whitened by the cold, disappeared in the wind.

The bakery, for a moment, left the ground where it had become safe.

Closed mischievous demons flock beneath their feet. Uncomfortable, but the bakery doesn't have the power to flatter this. I had no choice but to keep going to the signal.

[Lights] are dotted (both) on the strut when the signal loses function due to a power outage, lighting the perimeter lightly instead of the street light. Police officers shake a pen with [lights] on to organize traffic. I noticed a bakery and several other pedestrians, shook a pen and pulled over.

The bakery heads to the civic hospital.

This one is for treated refugees and patients only. The [simple junction] of the packing rope is everywhere. One blanket was used by two or three people, warming each other up.

The parking lot at the police station is like a field hospital.

[Lights] are lit everywhere, thin and bright. Among the [simplified junctions], some of the wounded are lying down and some are squatting (quail), waiting for treatment.

The nurses wash the wounds [manicured water], the only curse doctors [hemostasis] and [sutures], and the pharmacists (dullness) each mutter a spell that creates different medicines.

Others include voices searching for acquaintances, stuffing police officials, encouraging the wounded, and groaning of the wounded.

Miscellaneous demons seeping outside the junction into darkness from the burn fill it.

Science pharmacists and nurses go around applying magic medicine wound meds to the wounded.

The bakery spoke to one of the nurses.

"Please eat this bread. I was in a hurry, it's a bag like this, but it's brand new. Why is it beautiful?"

A young nurse stopped and turned to her confused eyes. An elderly man like a hospital clerk responds on his behalf.

"Are you sure?

"Yep. It's our sale, but this is the time, and go ahead. I just heard that the hospital kitchen was blown up with a bomb and there was no food to eat."

The bakery offered the bag and noticed the misery in the contents.

They're messed up in the crowd, and they're all squeaky.

"I'm sorry about this, but the doctors and nurses, please."

"Is that okay?

The young nurse is surprised. Shortly after I said it, my stomach rang.

"It may be getting worse, but if everyone in the hospital gets hurt and falls, the injured won't be able to help either..."

"No, it's outrageous. It's very helpful. Thank you."

A donation of crushed bread was established, bowing their heads to each other again and again.

The bakery returned to the steel park with a sunny smile.

It is called this because it was created by a steelmaking company in the district of Grjaj and donated to the city of Zerneau.

The park is divided into two sections: one with playthings such as blancos and slides, and the other with a ground surrounded by gold nets.

The plaything compartment is in terrible condition with the implanted trees burning.

An evacuee leans against the ground.

The bakery master walked among the people, calling his wife and children.

The eldest son escaped with childhood taming first. My wife and I got lost on the way out. My oldest and second daughter were in school.

"This is how the park is safe. Even the school has decided that the school garden has stopped the fire. Besides, the school or something was built with the technique of [fire resistance]."

Encouraging myself on my own, my two daughters decided to pick me up tomorrow morning when it was bright. I'll stay here tonight and wait for my wife and son.

A bakery without magic went out at night.

"Dear Panisea Uni Flora, please observe"

An old woman prays to the goddess of the lake. A people without power can only pray to God.

Around the ground, there was a fight over taking the blankets away from each other.

Women screaming, children crying, men angry.

Someone called a police official.

Some groups reluctantly responded to arbitration, while others were rebutted and captured in surgery.

When, not knowing there would be another terrorist raid, the bakery master had a sleepless night.