It's all one flower.

"Hmm? This guy's a little small."

An old man with a mustache placed the hat on his head right on the long desk. Manager Leno takes another hat.

"This one's a little bigger."

"Oh, well."

The mustache old man received and wore it with joy. Now it's perfect. Gently pull the tweezer to see how it is.

The first young man to laugh stared at such an old man.

Well, I'll take this.

An old man with a mustache pulls a small leather bag out of his pocket. I gave Leno the manager a small [magic crystal]. The glow of magic illuminates the baker's hand.

"Is that okay? So much..."

"For a decent job, give a decent reward. He's a scumbag who buys and beats at the foot of a troubled guy.... you got it?

"Yes! Parent"

Young people align their voices and stretch their spines.

The first man to speak up told manager Leno.

"Brother, I'm sorry. After the first air raid, there was a lot of people pushing around, and things got crappy."

"Also, Artel's air raid has begun. Everyone here is tingling."

An old man with a mustache called his parent added that he seemed a little sorry. Awellana, the people of the lake, tilts his neck.

"Nothing was said in the previous city...?

In the city of Morniya, I was just disappointed. He didn't do anything to me, but he didn't do me any harm or fool me.

In the city of Dossici, the people attacked us, but we all saw only the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and the magic medicine.

"Young kids don't know, but this place flourished in the mines, and before half a century of civil unrest, even the Nemoralis and Artel today had a lot of deals and people coming and going."

"So a lot of people came [jumping] directly, huh?

"That's what I said. Until around the middle of April, this square was also a refugee, and the disease was endemic, and it was very difficult."

The bearded parent looked around as much square as the elementary school's school yard. The young people nod at it.

"So, well, there's someone else here again, so I'm here to see how it goes."

An old man in a song looks at Captain Solgnac and Medvege and says: The captain finally opened his mouth.

"We leave tomorrow morning. Where are the people who were here?

"The great minister of the congregation tweaked it and sent it to the sanctuary one by one."

Many refugees were able to [leap] directly to the Holy Land, but they dared to evacuate to cities far from the Holy Land because they would be full of the Lord God Fraxinus.

The reading was centered, and Lacrimaris, the king's capital, quickly overflowed with people.

The Order worked to rely on land that was not under air attack, such as a city in the northern part of the island of Nemoralis, and friends and acquaintances to go to another piece of land in Lacrimaris territory.

Since Amitostigma expressed its reception of refugees, it responded by increasing the number of direct flights of ships from the Wang capital Lacrimaris.

"So, when the number of refugees in the King's Capital is down, we move the other city guys to the King's Capital, and we move again to the jade poking ceremony."

"Really?" The prospect ahead was raised, and manager Leno's face was brightened. "Thanks for letting me know"

My parents lowered their eyebrows.

"Take the kids, that sounds tough. What are you gonna do after you get out of here?

"I'm going to go to the port of Grom, from there to the sanctuary, and I'm going to take a boat to Cravel."

"I have to earn my share of the fare..."

"... right"

In reply to the manager and employee Cruillo, the men turn a pitiful eye to the spreading worker.

Morph, dressed up as if the men would kick him out of obsession, pulled out of his shoulder.

... the vigilante guy just came to see how things were going?

The Kirkuls' boy soldier Morph didn't know what school they were wearing when he saw the badge (today). It's enough to be a vigilante, so I guess I can use the magic of battle, and I can't break my guard.

Spelldoctors and clerks at Zerneau Civic Hospital favoured unexpected applications for the Morphs, originally in a completely different use of technique, to counter the terror of the Star Way Prostitute Army.

Multiple units that raided the Civil Hospital were exterminated and only Morphs who survived were trapped by a spelldoctor they knew in Medvege.

For the morphs who can't use magic, no matter which school it is, just saying "wizard" is a sufficient threat.

"Uncle's badge (sign), I've never seen it before - What bird?

"Tis......"

Manager Leno whispered embarrassingly, but the old man replied with a laugh.

"Lady, is this your first time? This is [Flying Eagle (Taka)], the weaponsmith's emblem."

Pick the silver badge you raised from your neck (today) and show it. Said to be an artisan, Juvenile Soldier Morph was convinced of their outfits and attitudes.

"You interrupted. Well, that... that's gonna be a lot of trouble, but good luck.... We're going home."

The parent speaks to the craftsmen and pulls them away. Dropped him off until he couldn't see behind him, and a sigh leaked out of no-one.

"Uncles, I'm glad you're a good person."

Elantis laughs uncontrollably. Manager Leno hung up saying something, but he smiled bitterly and swallowed the words, telling everyone.

"Grilled fish, you're getting cold. When we're done eating, we'll talk about which way to go."

Neither did guests come during the discussion, whether there were originally few citizens visiting the North Gate square or because refugees were still unwelcome.

Residents around the square look suspiciously at this one from behind the curtains and pull right in. Residents returning from the outing also did not even prescribe the product, simply looking at the mobile distributor Praether Missa from a distance with a frigid odor.

Juvenile soldier Morph concentrated on his choice of road so as not to worry as much as possible about their attitude.