It's all one flower.

Awellana dropped off the hindsight of the boy of the land people and set up tap water with the art of [manicured water]. Draw about a small tub and head back to Steel Park.

The boy who says he discovered the terrorists must have desperately rushed to the police station. I was out of breath and totally frightened. It is also unclear whether the friend is safe or not.

Now, in this city, the same thing is happening everywhere.

The boy was put in an arriving police car and went somewhere.

... directions... I hope that kid isn't caught up in the fight.

Upon returning to the park, Awellana washed the people dirty with sweat, dust and coal.

Rinse off dirt with water heated slightly hotter than human skin by surgery. The washed men thanked the pharmacists of the people of the lake with a clear face.

Winter days are early.

The wind cools the day it starts leaning.

"Oh, could it be a bakery?

I found an embroidery of red tsubaki on the clothes I was washing, and Awellana spoke to an elderly man. A man snorted.

"Bread, it was a treat. I'm a pharmacist."

"Oh, no, sorry about that crushed bread"

"No, it was delicious."

"Welcome, because it helped. I can only thank you for that..."

"No, I'm not."

"I was able to reunite with my daughters in shame. I haven't had a wife and son yet, so until this time tomorrow, I'm going to wait here. Is the pharmacist in the hospital all the time?

Hospital staff were also evacuated one after another by powerless people and women.

All that remains is a curse doctor, an elderly male pharmacist and three secretaries. They said they rested last night in a hospital car that left only one.

In the future, they will move to the Jerizo Department as soon as the architectural technicians and materials of the [Suspension of the Nest (Caques)] school have been arranged.

As a front-line base in the district, I will guard this place dead.

"You are a civilian. We don't have to force ourselves to stay here unless requested to do so directly from the state"

That's what the secretary of the Civil Hospital told me, but Awellana was lost.

"No, I'm from another hospital. I don't know what to do now..."

"Then why don't you take refuge with us? You can't use magic, but you can pick up water and firewood during the day, and you can do about a fire number or a watch at night."

"Um... can I... let you think until tomorrow morning?

"Of course (of course), that's fine. The pharmacist will also find it convenient."

The daughter of the elementary school holds his father's apron, the daughter of the middle school holds his father's left hand, and he watches his intercession in silence.

I can't stay here forever.

If the wizard is gone, the demons may eat him.

I know that. But it's hard to abandon my mother and brother and run away.

The thought of being cut off deflected his eyes from the caged gaze, and Awellana [jumped].

Facilities at the fishing port had been destroyed in a coarse manner. There is not a single ship.

You used a pretty powerful bomb, the fish processing plant blows up and the debris scatters. The surrounding residential areas are completely burned down and smoke still drifts from the black burns.

The factory zone on the south side was also silent.

A constantly smoking chimney usually just stands there.

It's a burning field as far as the northwest is concerned. The roads are also littered with debris, and it is unlikely that the tyres of ordinary vehicles will allow them to pass.

... Nobody put out the fire? How could you?

It is strange that this is all that has happened only with attacks from the ground, not with air raids bombarded face to face in formation of fighters.

In the burn, soldiers and police officers of the Nemoralis Army strike on alert and search for terrorists and wounded.

As Awellana was on her way, a regular soldier with a gun approached her for a small run.

"This place is off-limits now. Evacuate immediately."

The soldier's tone is polite because Awellana is a people of the lake.

There is no other civilian figure.

"Um... I was a fisherman inside, and I should have been out fishing yesterday..."

"Well, then, safe fishing boats are evacuated to the port of Masrina City."

Awellana thanked him with a bright face and [jumped].

A citizen fleeing to Steel Park prepares for tonight with a rugged face.

Grounds and children's parks were filled with people last night, but now they were down to less than a hundred.

At the center of the ground are simple teardrops with stones and concrete blocks. A pile of firewood and luggage and blankets are placed around the kamado, and a rope surrounds them.

Awellana knelt down and touched the rope.

There is no magic cage. It's just a rope.

... You haven't hung [Simple Connection] yet. I can't be this big on my own, and who else is a wizard?

The demon-disguised policeman paid off in search of terrorists and on alert.

I wish I could get help from the Civic Hospital curse doctor and pharmacist (dull) and the secretary, but they are busy with their work. Besides, I don't know if I'll have room to work till night and tie the line.

Did the evacuees think the same thing, with a broom brought from somewhere, sweep the ground. Physically clean, that alone greatly reduces cluttered demons. Even a people without power could do something to protect themselves.

... Compared to magic, it's only a relief, but it's a lot better than doing nothing.

Wash people's bodies and grounds with [dried water] after they are ready, making them a little more possessed.

Awellana sat down on the plaything and laid eyes on the lake.

Lake Lacus shines calmly in the afternoon winter sun. Normally, there was not a single shadow on the surface of the lake to which the fishing vessels in the noon net went.

... Will it be that time again?

Nearly half of my life was in the dark Civil War era.

I found out that the last thirty years, when I thought it was peaceful, were also built on a brittle foundation.

He was stepping on the Kirkrus of the land people - the powerless people - who lived in the autonomous community of Listver. Now the tag of repression has come off.

Tomorrow's action was decided, but I couldn't think together how I was going to live, and I couldn't decide anything.

I have no idea when the workplace will resume. But Awellana can help the wounded and sick somewhere, as long as she lives.

Tomorrow, a bus will come to the officially installed shelter twice in the morning and noon, he says. I heard that the last flight to come here at noon, after which the bridge and the road would be completely inaccessible and the three districts on the lake shore would be completely closed.

Awellana decided to take the noon flight to the city of Masrina.

It would be nice to take a bus with the people here.

All the Awellana clans lived near the fishing port. The workplace is also in the city of Zerneau and I have no business going elsewhere.

In the last thirty years, Awellana had never even been to the neighbouring city of Masrina. Other relatives will, too.

If we can rendezvous in the port of Masrina, that's fine.

Until we meet, we'll have to get food rations at the shelter.

If you can't see me...

Awellana stopped thinking more than that.

If we can't survive tonight, there's no way ahead.

... No matter how much you think about it, it's the only way to be.