It's all one flower.

Winter days are early.

The eastern sky is already darkening blue, and the city is lit with potpourri and lights.

Awellana left the window and looked at my father's face.

In the past six months, the tanning has been much thinner. Does my father want to go out to the lake and look out the window?

My sister talks about neighbors and such, but my father is still unresponsive.

It's not that I'm deaf. In some days, if you call me "father," I sometimes turn to you.

Awellana, too, tried to speak up thoughtfully.

"Father."

It was a stone's day.

Awellana comes to visit on a day when work is off and her brother cannot go fishing due to rain. Only my sister went to the hospital room every day.

Last year, my father fell off a boat in the middle of a fishery and had pneumonia.

It was caused by water in my lungs.

My previous father would not have drowned if he had fallen into the lake. [Fucking water] immediately stood on the lake surface, and the water entering the lungs could also be drained on its own. No, in the first place, I never fell off a ship.

From my former father, my family grieved for the first time in a decay that I could not imagine at all.

The pneumonia healed after about half a month, but since then, it has visibly faded.

The day stays low and his health doesn't recover, his food thins, and if so, he forgets he ate and reminds him to eat.

Until then, I didn't even hear my surroundings stop, "I go fishing while my body moves," he said out to the lake. His father stopped showing interest in the boat and in fishing.

I was still worried that I was not feeling well somewhere and was diagnosed with dementia as a result of taking him to the hospital. There were other decreases in renal function and he was to be hospitalized again.

Not just this Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital, but hospitals within the Republic of Nemoralis had become hospitals of science, mainly doctors who completed modern medicine, after the Civil War. Not magic, but physician observation and examination with instruments and equipment, and treatment with surgery, medication, rehabilitation, etc.

Magical treatment is "undo".

Unless you die instantly, you can restore it back to normal, even if you are seriously wounded dying. Instead, physical and mental changes associated with congenital disorders and aging are not eligible for treatment.

Treatment with science is intended, as far as possible, for any cause.

Many cases are still in the process of being studied and can only alleviate symptoms or to such an extent as to reduce progression. Sometimes the sequelae remain.

The magic of the medical system is subdivided by specialty and difficult to acquire. Moreover, the number of surgeons is extremely low compared to other schools due to the harsh physical conditions that individual surgery requires of the surgeon.

On top of that, many spelldoctors had lost their lives in earlier civil wars.

Luckily, there is only one old-fashioned curse doctor permanently at Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital. [Blue wings] He completed his scholastic work and was mainly responsible for the treatment of the surgical area.

Awellana's father was treated by a curse doctor for deviation from the floor.

The rotten (just) pustule wound disappeared as if nothing had happened and returned to its original wrinkled and muscled back. Since then, my sister has mainly taken care of it and prevented it from slipping off the floor.

My father's life was sometimes carved out in an old age that could not be healed.

I can't live, I can't exchange words. Maybe he forgot about Awellana because of his illness.

... even though I survived the war. I can't believe you're dead even though there's nothing... but it just doesn't hurt, is it better?

During the civil war, Awellana remembers her family, relatives, friends and neighbors as if they were yesterday caught in the flames of an air raid.

Everything is burned down and there is not a single picture left.

I can't remember the faces of those nostalgic people, even though I remember that.

A people without magic, devoid of power, was burned up without bones left behind.

Those who possess magic, both the people of land and the people of the lake, remain crystallized magic instead of bones.

The crystal… [Tears of the Mage] was taken by each faction as a resource.

For mourning.

Government forces, the Republic Prostitute Army, the Artel Army, armed groups of Kirkrus, armed guerrillas of wizards, and vigilantes of the inhabitants greeted [the sorcerer's tears] as resources to replenish their magic.

Ashes the bodies of those who possess magic, and residual magic gathers and crystallizes. The crystal is called [the sorcerer's tears].

The size increases only for the longevity due to the sharing year (today).

A crystal similar to a crystal, it has the properties to store magic power inside, and by holding it in your hand, you can increase the magic of [tears] on your magic to expand the power and scope of the surgery.

Also, [tears] can be used with surgery on itself.

For example, the ice technique replaces the refrigerator as the source of cold air, and the flame technique replaces the fireplace. The potency persists until the magic inside is exhausted or the surgery is released. Alternatively, it can be used like a rechargeable battery as a power source for running magic tools.

Even a powerless people can use magic if they have [sorcerer's tears] and tools.

All the people of the lake have magic, and some of the people of land, including the royal family, have magic.

Awellana had heard that the "powerless people" of the Artel region had been placed "under" the wizard for many years.

Supporting the teachings of the powerless saint Kirkulus Lacteus, his faith in Kirkulus, he has endured the wizard's arbitrariness, insult and ordeal… is what the powerless people Kirkulus say.

Awellana was born in the middle of the Civil War era.

By the time I was in the mood, I was watching the Kirkuls' Artel army throw a ton of incendiary shells from their fighters and burn down the city.

Soldiers with Kirkurist "star paths" on their uniforms and armed groups of Kirkurists were fishing for city burns with their blood eyes.

When I grew up, I realized that the powerless people, without magic, therefore craved [the tears of the sorcerer] more than any other faction. I guess he was thirsty for power against the wizard.

Kirkuls soldiers seemed to have no psychological resistance to hunting the people of the lake as a "resource".

It was burned because it was a city of the people of the lake, and ashed because it was a wizard.

Neither the people of the lake nor the powerful people, even though they are wizards, can all fight.

Sorcery is divided into schools by specialty.

The [spiritual pigeon (pigeon)] school technique necessary for daily life is practiced by everyone as common sense, but few warriors have efficiently slaughtered (hoe) their enemies with short spells [plummeting eagle (eagle)].

Other than [spiritual doves], ordinary people can only use techniques such as farming [field hitting], catching [fishing (su, etc.) ruga-blue birds (pelicans)], and craftsmen's [edition (a) mu reed cuts (yoshikiri)], which are necessary for their work.

Awellana houses fish on the island of Negna for generations. [Fishing Galaxy Birds] technique is being repaired, but no one in the body knew of any technique that could be used to fight.

If the air raid alarm went off, we could only escape to the nearby air trenches for life.

Even after the enemy plane leaves, we can't go to extinguishing activities right away. Ground units will shoot you out of the trenches and burn you to the ground.

The wounded had to hide themselves from their allies as well.

With the collapse of the medical system, fractures, gunshot wounds, major burns, etc., are considered "irreparable". Awellana has seen many wounded euthanized by their peers and recovered as "resources".

At an early age, there were seventeen cousins, but by the end of the civil war they had been reduced to five.

Curse doctors such as [Flying Owl] [Blue Wing] [White Wing], who were burned out of the hospital, went around teaching their children medical magic.

A little, so that we can save a lot of lives.

To teach that magic is not a power to fight, but a power to save.

Awellana was also taught the technique of making medicine by the [thinking] operator, and the technique of healing injuries by the [flying] and [blue wings] operators.

I'm a pharmacy in a private hospital now, and I work in dispensing.

Every time I saw the sunset, I remembered the flames of the civil war and Awellana's feelings sank with the sunset.