It's all one flower.

"Good morning. Amiella."

The tailor's door opened thinly as soon as he spoke.

The manager's wrinkles (wrinkles) filled hands invite him silently. Amiella slipped her body through the gap in the door into the store.

The manager swiftly closes the door and hangs the key and key.

The store where the armor was unloaded was dark and the store manager's flashlight threw a circular light.

Torso's shadow stretches strangely and dances like a demon.

"I'm glad you're okay. Wash your body while the water leaves, get dressed, and then, get some rest. You don't have to worry about work today, hey."

stroking Amiella's cheek with her empty hand, the manager says quickly.

The needle took the manager's hand and lowered his eyes.

"My father and I have fallen apart and I would like to take some time off..."

"No, no! You, you can't go looking for such a young daughter by yourself!

The old manager gripped the hand of the needle so painfully that he vehemently opposed it.

"Um... but..."

"Your father is a grown man, so if he's safe, he'll definitely come here and look for you. You should never go to the burn by yourself. Wait here for your father."

They told me to bite and include it, and Amiella snorted (nodding) nothing else.

Did the manager feel comfortable with that, sum up his chi, and recommend bathing again?

Amiella honestly decided to be sweet.

The tailor leads to the manager's home in the back.

Once a week in winter, once every two days in summer, the manager lets me use the bath before work and get dressed. As Amiella's "uniform," she also prepared two clothes for each season.

"It's rude to the customer that the garment maker is so rude."

That was what the manager said.

In Barack Street, real water and fuel are precious.

Many residents have never bathed since birth.

If you bathe in the water in the summer and wipe it with a wet towel in the winter, you're still better off. Some younger generations can't even imagine boiling water just to wash their bodies.

"Oh, breakfast, not yet, is it? Eat and wait until the water is boiling."

I get put through to the kitchen and get to my seat as I'm told.

The manager quickly arranged bread, vanilla tea and a piece of cheese (one piece) and went to prepare a bath.

The kitchen faces the courtyard.

The windows remained closed to prevent smoke, but the curtains were open for light picking. In the courtyard where the morning sun pours, vegetables and vanilla shake in a breeze.

Amiella poured a sip of herbal tea cooled into her human skin into her throat.

The pain of breathing coal draws, and my feelings are refreshed.

I didn't have an appetite, but I chopped the fist bread in half and transported it mechanically to my mouth. To chew in the first place, drink it down with vanilla tea. I don't know the taste or anything. However, the burning smell of my clothes and hair wraps around my nose.

From here, I don't know what's going on in the street.

When Amiella was blurry, the manager came back. Cloud your face with half the remaining bread and unspoiled cheese.

"Oh, you only eat half of it? Pain in the stomach?"

"It's okay. When my father comes, I'm going to do half of it..."

"It's okay. Your father's share is taken separately. Everybody eat."

To Amiela's answer, the old woman smiled powerlessly.

"The water has wells, there's a little storage of food, there's fields, so don't hesitate"

"Thank you"

Grateful as I lay low, I put bread and cheese in my mouth without raising my face.

The old woman sat in front of Amiela when she brewed herbal tea replacement.

"At this point, should we all talk about it?"

The manager talks to herself as she watches Amiela eat.

"Your mother's grandmother... frizzan theme and I are childhood friendly."

Childhood...... The days of the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic were spent on Nemoralis Island.

The civil war began only after the two of them each got married.

Decades after democracy was entrenched, the idea of national self-determination (minnow-crustled) was now spread, and political parties that listed slogans with "One Nation in One Nation" were upset.

During the kingdom period, there was never an armed clash between the people of the land and the people of the lake, in the joint rule of the leading clan of the people of the lake, the Lacus Nenia, and the royal family of the people of the land, Lacrimaris.

Sometimes the transition from a kingdom to a republican system was bloodless, and initially many citizens thought that such ridiculous ideas were like measles (only) and would soon be over.

The Temple of Fraxinus and the Church of Kirkulus observed the situation statically.

Because if you pinch your mouth in a secular matter, it won't be a Loc thing.

But each of the believers at home started a political party and won a large number of seats in local constituencies.

On the island of Nemoralis, the "Light Party of Lake Water" by the Fraxinus goddess of the people of the lake, on the island of Nenia, the "Branch Party of Qinpi (Tonerico)" by the Fraxinus episcopal goddess of the people of the land, and in the Artel region on the southern shore of Lake Lacus, the "Artel Party" by the Kirkrus of the people of the powerless land rose rapidly.

Civil society groups were also disturbed by ethnic harmony and independence, handed out billas in the streets, and gave speeches and rallies everywhere.

Pop songs included more nationalist lyrics that glorified God and glorified the pride of the nation, and children sang it innocently.

The status of nobility was abolished during the republican transition.

The nobility was deprived of many privileges, but not of the hereditary position and status granted during the old kingdom. That was the condition for a bloodless transition to a republican system.

That was exposed at the hands of members of the Light Party of Lake Water, to the knowledge of the wider public.

Aristocrats in the kingdom era were dominated by the same "powerful land people" as the royal family.

Even after the republican transition, it was an open secret to retain a high status by means of hereditary assault, but this exposure ignited popular anger.

On Nemoralis Island and the Artel region, there were frequent raids on powerful land people and on stores.

The claim of civil society to live together in this one country, as always, with or without ethnicity or magic, was crushed at the hands of the poor.

Years later, there became blatant discrimination, with or without ethnicity, religion or magic.

On the island of Nemoralis, where there are many lake people, the wind is increasingly stronger to the people of land.

Even without political and religious claims, shops stopped selling things to different ethnic groups.

If you do business with interracial opponents, you will be burned by extremists. Interethnic residents forced to inconvenience could not be strongly told by shopkeepers fearing burning.

By this time, I could still use it if I went to another store, so I figured it out.

In the city, speeches, rallies and demonstrations of various claims were held, and there were frequent incidents in which opposition forces tried to silence it with violence.

The two families felt life-threatening and moved to the island of Nenia, which is inhabited by a large number of people on land in the area under Royal Lacrimalis rule.

Betrayed expectations, on the island of Nenia a muddy battle was fought in the people of the lake, in the people of the powerful land, in the people of the powerless land. Moreover, even the powerless land people divide and contend with the Kirkurs and the Fraxinus.

A sporadic battle occurs between forces fighting with magic and those fighting with guns and blades.

Regardless of ethnicity, there were a few people in the neighborhood who helped each other.

Battle frequency (Hindo) increases every day.

Who is the enemy and who is on your side.

Even in the body, it was partitioned by the presence or absence of magic, by a believing God.

I don't know who to believe and everyone looks like an enemy.

In the meantime, the manager and Amiella's grandparents, who had just moved, were unable to return to Nemoralis Island, and lived in support of each other.

The civil unrest that began in that way lasted half a century and ended when the country was divided into three parts.

"I'm sick and tired of thinking you're in those days again."

Amiella listens to the old woman's old story with her bread shards in her mouth.

The manager's hair is white as a cloud, not sure if it is a land people or a lake people.

"But really, people who believe in each other are people, magic, faith, whatever, who are there."

Amiella nodded at the words of the old manager.

So far, no one like that.

Amiella puts her trust in the store manager, but because she is a people of the same powerless land, a Kirkuls of the same faith, and a companion living in the autonomous community of Listwar.

For the manager, Amiela is my best friend's grandson.

... Are you trying to tell me I shouldn't forget how I feel about believing people?

Vaguely thought, I put cheese shards in my mouth.

Keep it chewed up with your back teeth, and the movement stops. Intense flavors and aromas interrupted my thoughts.

It tastes like it's been around since New Year's hem. I feel like a long time ago, even though it was only a month ago.

The manager sipped (soaked) the vanilla tea and exhaled heavily to ask.

"Amiella, do you know that name of yours, not your real name?

"Real, name......?

"Amiella is not her real name."

"Oh, oh, is that what you're saying? Yes, I know."

"Well, you know your real name, too, right?

The manager takes himself out and sneaks his voice out. Amiella swallowed the cheese and nodded.

"Don't let the wizard know, a real name. Why do you think he was named when he wasn't supposed to be here?

"In case there might be a cot......?

The manager shook his head quietly beside him.

"Okay? You can't tell anyone what you're going to say now. And to your father."