It's all one flower.

After meals, take a guide to the transporter Fiarlka to the underground parking lot.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana seemed to have gotten much better with her break and meal, so that she could walk without having to support her. Amiella is relieved and thinks about how she will spend the ten days waiting for the [endless bags] to be completed.

... if you collect the pieces, you can make two vests. Shall we make the rest a pouch so you can put it on your hips?

In the news that Farkil tells us, we know the situation in the Nemoralis Republic in a fragmentary way, but not even the exact state of life.

The haulier of the people of the lake seems to take us to the king's capital of the kingdom of Lacrimalis, but we had to do something about the fare after that and so on ourselves.

It would be more expensive to keep something useful than to remain fractured, Amiela thinks.

... but Lacrimaris is a magical country, and no matter how hard you try, it's a bundle of three sentences, right?

In the meantime, I remember when Farkill went to exchange bagged accessories, and Amiela looked at the shop on both sides of the aisle with dark eyes.

Amiella, born and raised in the autonomous community of Listwar, is lined up with narrow objects that she has never seen and sticks out into the aisle.

When we passed through Lacrimaris territory, there was also a shopping district in the city where we spent some time, but each store was independent and the shopping district was relaxed. Neighborhoods with tailors who worked in the Autonomous Region have few shops and people are neglected.

This underground is nothing like any place Amiella knows.

It's a place where the sun doesn't shine, but there's no cluttered demons, because they're magically protected. If you look closely, the walls peeking through aisle floors, ceilings, and commodity gaps said the same powerful words you looked at on the North Vieetfi Bridge.

The restaurant, which is closed today, drops off the shutters, and the shop, which is making the evening arrangements, has a small blackboard stating the opening hours, placed in front of the entrance.

There are regular grocery stores and pharmacies, but there are also stores that sell spells and magic medicine materials, machines that I can't imagine what they would use for appliances and amiera, magic tools, etc.

All they have at the store is spelly clothes like the Awellanas wear. The majority of passers-by and clerks are long-sleeved, wearing spell-filled clothes. The ribbon the girls tied to their hair also contained embroidery of the spell, if you look closely.

... Now you won't be able to sell even if you make a vest or something.

That day, Farkil, who replaced the bags made by Amiella and me with groceries, offered dried fruit in a small paper bag, sorry to say. I'm sure it's been tough looking around for a store to replace me. Farkill was exhausted.

... You just exchanged it, but you were thankful.

When I looked forward, I saw a passerby woman. He sees himself in the same rough light as the militant guerrilla and stops unexpectedly.

"Oops..."

I bumped into Cruillo, who was walking right behind me.

"Oh, excuse me. I'm not looking forward..."

"No, it's nice to meet you, sorry. Beautiful."

We bow our heads to each other.

"Brother, we're all going"

"Oh, right. Let's hurry."

Amana pulled my hand and Cruillo picked up his stride, and Amiela hurried not to lose sight of everyone else either.

"Right here."

The haulier of the people of the lake stopped at the corner where the pile of merchandise plummeted off. There's nothing in front of that store, there's just one wooden door on the wall with the spell on it.

There's no sign or anything.

When the haulier woman opened the door unconstructively, passenger cars and so forth lined up in the back.

"This way."

"I'll wait here."

He waved at the haulier, and everyone looked at each other. A woman of the people of the lake holds down the door with her other hand. Everyone followed each other to the back to guide the driver Medvege.

With a red brown brick layout, the compartment is lined with bricks of different colors. The thick columns supporting the high ceiling, like the exterior of the building, were affixed with colorful tiles, and when approached, spells were found written in various colors.

The only way passenger cars line up is near the door, and if you look across the whole large room, it's just poking over there and parked poking over here.

The four-ton truck stood out well.

When Medvege unlocked the carrier and Farkill muttered about something, the door opened with a single slip off.

"Just in case, I hung the [key] with the [magic crystal]."

"Oh well. Thank you. I'll add more magic later."

Cruillo goes up to the carrier according to it, and the Leno storekeepers also continue. I only retrieved my personal bag and came right down.

"Mr. Awellana, do you have a minute?

To the voice of manager Leno, a medic (dull) of the people of the lake, who also waited on the side of the truck, turned to the front of the carrier.

They hang [keys] in three seats: Awellana, Cruello and Farkill. The brothers and sisters of the bakery give the three [Crystals of Magic].

... Farkil, you are a powerless people, but you know the spell properly because you are a lacrimalist.

And with a [magic crystal] that compensates for its action, some techniques can be used.

Amiella has magic, but she was born and raised in the autonomous community of Listver, so she didn't know any spells and still had resistance to "evil".

I know in my head that I shouldn't be rude to think about this while I have had it protected scattered until now, but I can't help but cross that wall over my feelings.

Farkill, who uses magic with the help of tools without magic, and Amiela, who, while having magic, does not even try to learn magic simply because of mood problems.

...... where is the "wizard" standard?

On second thought, in the Church of the Autonomous Communities, magic is a “bad cause” and wizards should never be involved because they are evil beings who use it, but they were not taught where to start with a bad wizard and where to start with an innocent soul that is innocent of original sin.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana of the people of the lake, even if she knows the secrets of Amiela, has treated her as before and kept them to herself.

Wizard employee Cruillo has just helped Amiela this morning from the hands of a militant guerrilla of a powerless people.

Amiella didn't think of them as "bad beings that should never be involved” using “bad business”.

Each of the three woven another euphemism and hung a [key] on the door behind the carrier. Amiella today can't even hear what the three of them are saying in powerful words.

"Excuse me, I need you to help me unload the ingredients of the medicine and the oil and contents that Mr. Fiarluca gave me."

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana spoke to Captain Solgnac waiting outside the vehicle. Medvege rounds his eyes.

"Hey, you okay? You're a heck of a bitch, aren't you?

"I can't do it today on the boulder, but I'm free to do anything from tomorrow, because when I get to Lacrimaris, I'll have to prepare it for the fare and maybe"

"Really? Sister, are you all right?

The three star road prostitutes, with all due respect, unloaded me a can of oil, a bag full of medicinal herbs, etc. They also unload bags of spreading grass (Tsukusa) with the intention of doing fine work.

Amiella also took out a bag filled with sewing boxes and pieces in addition to her personal belongings, so I know how you feel.

... If you get hippo, you're only going to lose the trick of doing it enough to think about worrying tricks.

We cannot, in our own efforts, fundamentally improve this troubled situation, for example, just to be swept away by major events that say war and so forth.

There was no wacky way in which ordinary people like ourselves, who had no status or power whatsoever, could fight between nations.

Even if you just don't get driven out into battle, you have to be good. Amiela had no idea what it felt like to be militant guerrillas who threw themselves into the fight.

I can only pray that the great men of Nemoralis and Artel, as soon as possible, will make the decision to stop the war, but where such a day would not shoot, there was no way that the idea would go in a bright direction.

Everyone is afraid to be free, so elementary and secondary school students hold the study tools they bring out when evacuating from school, adults with jobs in their hands unload work materials, and those without either are looking to kill their immediate enemy, "free time", with help and practice.

Medvege physically locked the door of the carrier, and the three of them tripled [keys] from it.

When everyone returned to the door with their large baggage, they were greeted with a frightened face by the hauliers of the people of the lake.

"You guys are workers."

"When I'm free, I don't think about the busy stuff."

As I thought, Captain Solgnac had the same idea as Amiella. The haulier pointed at the door with his shoulders closed.

"This door opens in response to magic."

"If you're not a powerful people, can't you open it?

The voice of manager Leno, who asked the question, bears the colour of anxiety.

"These two got out, didn't they? [Crystal of Magic] But it's okay."

"Really... you mean excluding the Kirkurs on the mainland"

Captain Solniak's lips distort to an ironic grin. The haulier affirmed and went on to explain.

"So are the doors that go out on the ground."

"Do the Lanterna Islanders not trust the mainland?"

"That's right. Coming are shippers, terrorists and defensemen, and priests desperate to convert the island born powerless people."

Make sure everyone's out in the aisle, and the hauler closes the door and walks away.

This underground town of Chernochnijnik was a fortress protecting the Fluxinus wizard from the attacks of the Kirkurs.