It's all one flower.

February 2.

After nightfall, Awellana borrowed the phone from the police station, but it didn't work. The fire may have cut off the telephone line.

The police station building itself is run-down, and it's not strange whenever it collapses.

Residents and police officers were carrying out conference desks and chairs and creating windbreakers in the park and parking lot.

There is no food, but the water supply at the police station is still available.

The hospital and police scratched (or collected) glasses and utensils and distributed drinking water to the evacuees.

"Is there only water?"

"Even we've been sleepless since yesterday without drinking or eating."

A police commissioner roughs up his voice to a packed evacuee. The stuffed man was frightened by the sword screen and pulled back awesomely.

"If you can eat curse, that's what we all do."

"I just got some water, thank God."

The man went somewhere, staring sideways at the other inhabitants as they heard him.

Awellana looked up at the blurry sky after drinking up the water she had received.

The contents of the bag include purses and handkerchiefs, empty water bottles, cosmetic pouches, brush boxes, notebooks, portable sewing tools and gloves. Now that the house is burned, this is the entire property of Awellana.

Every time the wind blows, the scorching air gathers, but there was no smoke in the eastern sky. I guess all the burning stuff burned up.

In the end last night, I kept making wound pills until I ran out of [magic crystals] and [magician tears] without a single sleep.

I have to contact Agate Hospital.

I have to get out to the lake and find my family's boat.

Even if there was something to do, I didn't get the energy to move.

"You, rest over here"

An elderly female pharmacist (dull) pulled her hand and Awellana was taken out behind the hospital.

There are three passenger cars in the staff parking lot. In all of them, I could see someone knocking down a sheet, wrapping it around a blanket and sleeping.

"'Cause I'm taking turns resting."

The elderly female pharmacist opened the rear door of one car.

There's a round blanket on the seat. The people of the lake were resting in the driver's seat and the passenger's seat. Awellana wrapped herself in a blanket, prompted.

"Lock it."

"Close this door tightly without opening it until you hear the water key."

Even the door called the passenger door, the bonnet or trunk, was hung by the [key] of the procedure.

The pharmacist (dull) intended to physically close the inner lock of the door. Reconsider that the procedure is safer and leave the scene gently.

Awellana exhausted herself with it and fell into a deep sleep.

"Wake up. Wake up, please!

With an unknown voice, Awellana opened her eyes.

I'm somewhere I don't know. When I couldn't grasp the situation and it was blurry, yet another voice told me.

"Hey, wake up! You hung the [key]? Open it quickly."

"... [Key]...? Oh, erm, euphemism...... water...... wadder"

I finally wake up, waking up in my seat, whining about the disarming euphemism.

Doors called car doors, even bonnets and trunks made noises and opened simultaneously. The nurses waiting outside rush to close the trunk and bonnet.

"Ah... excuse me"

Still a little blurry, but managing to say that, Awellana got out of the car too.

A middle-aged female nurse pounds and laughs at Awellana's shoulder.

"It's okay. Magic keys are more secure. If you can afford it, can you hang up one more time?

I'm still sleepy, but I think I can hang it if it's [key] or so. Respond with a drowsy voice.

When the four female nurses wrapped (coming) in a blanket in their seats, Awellana weaved the same euphemism as when they accidentally hung it and cast a [key] spell.

The days are totally high.

The exhaling breath flowed like a small cloud. People without magic are trembling. Cloudless sunny weather, but temperatures were low.

Return to the police parking lot with the two nurses you slept with.

There's a crowd around the corner.

Was the treatment of the injured finished roughly or considerably less?

When it got bright, did you move to an undamaged area or did you head to burn marks to ask about the safety in your body?

An elderly male pharmacist (dull) noticed Awellana and approached her for a small run.

"Oh, there he is. Thank you for your cooperation. Let the curse doctor heal you, too."

"Me too...?

"... of your face... burns..."

Male pharmacists look away. I realized when they told me to. Yesterday, when I returned home, my hair burned in flames.

... Oh well. My cheeks are sore, it was a burn.

Go to the corner of the parking lot and line up in the water queue.

More than a dozen rows were soon quenched. Awellana also draws water for just one water bottle and leaves immediately.

Only half of the water in the water bottle was raised in a sparsely populated area and the face washed first.

I feel burns and pain.

Once the dirt is discarded, rinse the mouth and discard the dirt again.

Whenever the body and clothes were washed at the same time and the washing area was changed, the blended dirt was removed from the water and discarded. Finally, wash your shoes and feet and exhale in a ho.

Even though it was theoretically beautiful, I don't like it in the mood, so the water that washed my body flowed into the implant. Wrap the water bottle in the bag and check the side mirror of the car for burns to the face.

... I can fix this on my own.

Awellana approached the parking lot. The faces of the gathered people are dark.

"Hey, what's going to happen to this?

"What's the country going to do?

In an attempt to peek (or not) through the gap in the pedestrian walls, the extras of the newspaper seemed chilling.

"Autonomous Communities People's Armed Beeches" and to a large heading, followed by "Artel Republic Involvement" in a round of smaller headings.

From what Awellana found out, it looks like a big story that can't be helped.

One sighed (sighs) and turned his foot to where the curse doctor was.