It's all one flower.

After eating and resting for a little while, I recovered to the extent that I could use [dried water].

The spelldoctor Septentorio enters the bathroom with his clothes on and surgically spills the shower water to bathe and wash at the same time. As much as you don't have to boil the water, end up easy and let the dirty water flow straight into the drain.

I realized that I had no energy to separate dirt from the water and left the bathroom completely dry, both physically and mentally.

The face in the washroom mirror looks like an eye dropping and a mustache in the jaw is like a mold. I can't help but be afraid of the first girl to see the people of the lake.

... You said my brother was murdered because he was treated for magic.

Do you resent the curse doctor Septentorio who hit the treatment?

Patients transported to the Central Citizens Hospital are seriously injured, the majority contending for a moment.

... Kirkuls even say they should have done nothing to such patients and left them to die? For the peace of your soul and for doing it...?

I shake my head and stop thinking because I'm tired and think in the wrong direction.

I'm going to the room where I brought the couch earlier. "I won't bother you with the sensei," the newsman who carried the couch with him said again and again, leaving.

... What worries me is that I'm here to say if I'm too tired for them.

If you have to, Septentorio is a powerful people. It doesn't matter. I wanted them to take care of themselves more powerless people. Even a dangerous imitation that would cut the life of a short everlasting race, I even want you to stop.

The spelldoctor Septentorio got sick of himself not being thankful for the kindness of the tailor's old lady and the newspaperman's self.

Lock the door and also hang the [key] that you have completely habituated in your life at the base. I checked the window door tightness and was a little relieved by the presence of a lattice to avoid thieves.

When I closed the curtain tightly and turned off the lights with the switch on the wall, I noticed once again.

... now... [key] is hung. Ah... [Fucking water] too...!

By the wall surrounding the autonomous community of Listwar, the technique of [flying] was overthrown. That wall was the only one where the [exorcism] technique was applied, and if it got inside, I guess the technique could be used.

... Is it also possible to [jump] from here?

Even without the [exorcism] of the wall, as rumors have it, if the [leap] exclusion junction is patrolled to protect the Ristover Autonomous Region, you can't jump.

I decided to try it tomorrow and lay on the couch.

Open your eyes with the sound of a knock. The light leaking from the gap in the curtain dyed the wood floor so white. It's a place I have no idea.

The sound of a knock and the girl's voice echo on her blurry head.

"Breakfast, done"

Yesterday's events ran all over his head with that voice, and the spelldoctor Septentorio jumped off the couch.

"Okay. I'll be there later. After you."

Wait for the footsteps to stay far enough away and approach the door. All over his body, he probably had muscle aches because of walking on unfamiliar mountain roads.

When I stretched out and exhaled heavily, my head was refreshed for some time. Whimpering the euphemism [key] and opening the door, a delicious smell poured in.

I didn't have the energy to shave my beard last night, and I fell asleep just like that. Renting a washroom, getting in touch and showing her face in the kitchen, the old lady and girl of the tailor greet her with a horrible face.

Soup and sturdy bread with different utensils than dinner. It's a delicious breakfast that still leaves your body feeling tired.

No one spoke, but I finished my meal in more soothing air than last night.

While the girl washes the dishes, the old woman brews Zhenhua tea. The sweet fragrance gently stroked my standing heart.

"Sarotka, take the day off from work at the store and listen to me with you, young man"

The girl with the color of the earth honestly replied and sat in the seat next to the old woman in the tailor.

"Let's not bother with the hassle foreboding. There are two things I'd like to ask you. My brother… I heard from Senator Lacueus and how he was outside the Autonomous Community."

"Was it Senator Laqueus's sister?"

We know why he was called here, and the spelldoctor, Septentorio, only slightly loosened his guard. Unless you are too frivolous, it is only natural to worry about the insecurity in your body, which has been broken up in the war.

I guess it's also a thought on the straw, he looked into the old woman's chest, and the spelldoctor Septentorio replied.

"The example meeting is the last time I met and talked to him in person. After the war, in the newspapers and other news, we saw his name again and again."

"What article is it?

"There was his name among the missing in the raid on the Senator's quarters in the capital, Cravel"

"If it was that article, I saw it too"

On the sunken face of the old woman in the tailor, the spelldoctor Septentorio gave his thoughts to the heartache of his sister, who led his brother, and to the domestic reports of Nemoralis. Guess there's no reports that he's in a safe place outside the country, and he talks about the video.

"Senator Laqueus is currently working with people who want to end the war, not by force."

"Who are you with?

An old woman rides herself out to the table and the needle girl turns her attention to care.

"It's people from multiple countries in the Hunan region. The Nemoralists are people who fled the country as Asakor party leaders and war refugees in both axes. I don't know much about other senators and foreigners, either, but there seems to be a lot of lacrimalist and amitostigma collaborators"

A wrinkly hand grips the handkerchief and a moistened eye is directed at the spelldoctor Septentorio. The needle girl opened the teapot lid and spread the incense of smallpox tea.

"Uh... do you know what the internet is?

"Yes, just a little... I've heard rumors, and it was in the paper the other day"

An old sister gives an overview of the article that found her brother's name.

The spelldoctor Septentorio turned a blind eye to the certainty of the old woman's memory and was gnawed at the accusation that "the demon asthma cannon is a magical creature," but the surprise was immediately dispelled by the sweet aroma of the town flower tea.

"Really? That would be quick and helpful. Senator Laquéus and the leader of the Asacol party… I don't even know your name, but I was visiting the refugee camp in Amitostigma with four or five members of Congress in Nemoralis."

"Well... is my brother in Amitostigma now?

"There was a video of the news up on the internet some time ago, so I can't say for sure where you are right now, but at that point it looks like you were in Amitostigma"

The old woman shoved a handkerchief in her eyes and wiped tears of joy that outweighed the potency of the town flower tea.

"I think Senator Laqueus is still in a safe place outside the country with the leader of the Assacol party. But if that article is true, we've released military secrets to the rest of the world, so you won't be able to go back until the war is over."

"Let's pick you up before then, shall we? Did the curse doctor see the video of the accusation?

"No...... if it was a video of a refugee camp visit, this much...... I had it shown on a small machine. It was as clear as a movie, and you seemed fine."

I let him draw a rectangle on the table that was bigger than a notebook with his fingers. Two of the tailors leak their voices that they are so small...

The spelldoctor Septentorio remembered that intelligence agent Razornik was bouncing around everywhere.

"I don't know the exact whereabouts of Senator Laqueus, but be someone you might be able to contact, you might meet him"

"Who is it?

"Perhaps he is part of the same organization that works with Senator Laqueus, and he is the one who showed us the video"

"Message that person...... no, could you give me the letter? We're also going to thank the Autonomous Communities for their secrets and their potential contribution to peace negotiations."

The needle girl opens her eyes and turns to the old woman in the next seat.

The spell doctor Septentorio was also surprised, but he acknowledged and encouraged the old woman.