It's all one flower.

Amiella and her father decided to sleep right after sunset.

Lay an ancient newspaper picked up on the floorboard and a spreading (Tsukusa) rug over it. It wraps around the blanket and closes its eyes.

I couldn't sleep one night last night.

Because of tiredness and lack of sleep, as soon as I lay down, I fall asleep.

You don't have to think about anything while you're asleep. Nothing hard or painful.

Amiella was immersed in pale happiness in the dream world.

If I wake up, the water will disappear so that it can zero out of my fingers. I don't even have memories. I can't even tell you how happy I am.

I never dreamed that happiness would break with smoke again tonight.

Coughing hard, he jumps up.

The Barack Hut is full of smoke and I can't breathe. My father and I, we crawled outside in tears.

Cover your mouth with sleeves (so) and look around.

People who came out similarly turn right and left.

Falling over, the voice of the trampled scratches out.

"Run! Run!"

"What, another fire?"

"Where's the source of the fire?

The sound of coughing and various voices fly, but I don't know what the situation is.

A group of evacuees goes disorderly through the dim darkness. Thin bright because the smoke lights up the flames of the fire. The columns of smoke rise from everywhere, stirred by the wind, and become walls to block passages.

"Hey, let's get out of here."

Speaking to his father, Amiela walked away, unable to grasp the situation.

Night darkness and smoke make my vision unfavourable. Coughing up, I go down the road through the gap in the barracks.

Where are you headed, far from the fire?

Fragmented information coming out of people's mouths contradicted each other, overlapped and struck down several. Where should I go and where am I headed? Without knowing anything, proceed by hand.

I don't care about anyone but myself. No, I can't even protect myself.

Amiella was pushed away without the art of exchange as she was rubbed by the people waves.

When I realized how much it had been flushed, I stayed a little wide.

Feel of dead grass underfoot. Sheenie, they've come all the way to the green space. A miscellaneous demon just surging tonight wraps under Amiela's feet.

"Dad, Dad!

Clear your ears in the noise of twitching and coughing.

There was no reply from my father.

In that situation, it's a miracle to stay out of it.

Even though I know it's a natural consequence, anxiety and agitation are about to crush my heart.

... Calm down, calm down.

I look around telling myself.

It's dark around here, it's just snugly lit by the flames of a fire that's still far away, I don't even know people's faces.

Covered in rising smoke, the stars did not arrive.

We all look out for the burning city.

More and more people, and Amiella crept up the slopes of the green space.

Those who flee do not go up to the parcel of the estate, which is the "other world," but stick up on the slopes and look back at their city.

Amiella went up to the plot of the estate. Looking down the Barack Zone from the high ground. The firehand was rising from more than one place.

It's hard to imagine that there will be so many fires at once. It's natural to see someone set fire to it.

... Who did this terrible thing...?

I don't even have to think about it.

Yesterday's retaliation. The wizard has set fire to it.

... but it's not terrible. If you're going to do it, I wish you'd just leave the people who burned that city over there.

Neither the wizard who retaliates in a misguided manner nor the extremists who armed themselves were only annoying to many Autonomous Communities, including Amiela.

The Kirkurs of the powerless people have no choice but to admire the flames that swallow the city.

"It's burning..."

"Oh, it's burning..."

Someone strange agrees with the words someone grumbled about.

I don't want to put out too much fire. No, I just thought it wasn't a situation where I could be wiped out by about a bucket relay pumping up well water.

I can't cry, I can't mourn, I can't be angry, I just burn the status quo to my eyes.

Amiella also saw the flames as fascinated, not searching for her father among those who fled to Sheeney Green Space.

By the time the eastern sky was white, the fire still wouldn't fade.

Stirred by the wind, it blows up the firepowder and scorches the rest of the night.

The flames spread south and west. The firehand approached in front of the green space and the evacuees retreated to the estate's premises.

Totally brighter, the fire that burned the city did not fade.

Head to intact neighborhoods as if willing, swallowing burning objects one after the other. Smoke flowed into the wind and the compartment without flammable materials looked black under the morning sun.

The inhabitants of the estate close the windows, pull the curtains and kill their breath.

The fleeing people coughed hard at the smoke blowing into the wind. Burned out wearing it, nothing prevents the cold.

How long has it been, shivering in the cold, a police officer and an armband-wrapped district office clerk came to guide him.

I say we distribute food in public and private buildings.

I wasn't hungry, but Amiela decided to follow everyone, too.

After it brightens up, I look around again. Hair and clothes burned and burned to the eye.

Amiella explored her face and body with both hands. So far there is no part of it that hurts.

I'm worried I don't know about my father's safety, but I decided to keep half of the food I'm going to get and go look for it later.

It was unusual for a burnt out dweller to walk all over the main street.

Everybody barely talks. Sometimes what you hear is a cop induction and a groan of the wounded.

A tailor's sign entered the corner of his sight.

... Oh, yeah. I have to tell the manager to let me rest because I'm looking for your father.

Amiella scratched the wave and headed to work.