It's all one flower.

The first report was brought by the patient.

After noon, an old man with high blood pressure ran into the waiting room, changing his blood phase.

"War!

Waiting room and receptionist gaze gather in the old man with gray hair.

The cry even reached the dispensing room behind the prescription reception, but I was just shouted. I couldn't hear what you said.

An old man repeats the same words over and over again.

"War! War! War!

A middle-aged man rises from his bench and puts his hand on the old man's shoulder and takes a swing at him.

"Grandpa, calm down. The war was over a long time ago."

"No! I'm not messed up! Turn on the radio! Radio!

An old man yells at the receptionist.

Encouraged by the assistant secretary, a young clerk pulled the radio out of the shelf of disaster prevention supplies. I turned it on, but the radio situation is bad and the noise is terrible.

The young clerk took the radio to the window and stretched the antenna.

"... armed bee... of the people... calmly... obey..."

Interrupted by the murmur, the announcer of the national broadcast could be picked up.

The air in the waiting room freezes.

An old man said, exhaling one loud.

"... the Autonomous Communities have raised an armed bee. Let the city burn."

Patients and staff jumped to the table.

Nearby residents also rode themselves out the windows of the houses and looked towards the lake.

Looking down the hill, there are many columns of smoke up in the southeast direction.

"Armed bee..."

"Really...... Also, is it a war?

"Isn't that a normal fire?

"Arson or fire, I'm on fire right now!

"In this time of year, the wind is so strong that it burns right... it's fucked..."

"How did you get a weapon?

"You know what? Didn't you make it yourself?

Various speculations pop out of people's mouths.

A man of the land people cast a [leap] spell. When the only shuddering voice in the heart grunted the words of the knot, the figure disappeared from the scene.

The people of the lake cast the same spell on their mouths.

"Cross the peninsula and jump from this place to his place."

The assistant manager ran back to the hospital.

The same ad hoc news is coming from the radio, repeatedly.

Awellana was just making medicine out of surgery and couldn't let go of her hand. One person enters the ear of a pharmacist (dull) left in the dispensing room with the pressing voice of the announcer.

Multiple fires broke out in the southeastern part of the city of Zerneau, in the district of Grjaj, adjacent to the autonomous community of Listwar.

According to information from several evacuated residents, armed groups, such as automatic small arms, raided residents. Residents of the Listwer Autonomous Region said they had been armed.

The government is in a hurry to confirm the information as well as dispatch security forces.

"Please evacuate the people calmly and as instructed by the police while ensuring their safety. I repeat…"

The assistant manager of the back office ran straight down the hallway to the dean's office in the back. The hasty footsteps turn away.

The finished medicine was placed in a container and Awellana entered the reception office.

A few patients came back to the waiting room. I frown anxiously and peek into the reception.

The old woman said in a manner that was horrified by Awellana's appearance.

"Even if we evacuate, we need medicine."

"... right. Please wait a moment."

I smiled and responded not to disturb the old woman, staring at her desk. Find out whose share of processing is progressing.

"Tarpa. Sorry to keep you waiting -"

Call the patient's family crest, which was just in condition to give.

Awellana called three times and gave up, putting the patient's share together in a "pending" basket.

The Assistant Secretary returns from the Dean's Office and takes turns with Awellana.

"Thanks. Enough here. I need all the material I have right now to make me a wound pill."

Awellana followed the instructions and returned to the dispensing room. The assistant manager points the radio towards the waiting room and closes the door between the office and the dispensing room.

The wizard's pharmacist (dull) checked the inventory of materials that would become wound medicines in a quiet dispensing room, once again alone.

Seventeen-and-a-half boxes of 100 grams of dried herbs and one thousand two hundred millilitres of edible oil bottle, with one unopened bottle and one third remaining. Extremely little oil against herbs, but this alone can be created more than three hundred times.

Awellana cleaned up the top of the dispensing table and arranged a pot of barbecue with a large palm.

Undare, arrange only twenty pieces, and dish out all the half leftover herbs in the bag.

He opened a bottle of oil, held a dried herb in his right hand, calmed his heart and cast a spell.

Vegetable oil rises from inside the bottle. He casts more spells as he chops herbs into the oil drifting in the universe.

Herbs and vegetable oils bind together in surgery, and spiritual properties recombine. Draws on the healing power that the herb has, linking the affinity, penetration and heat properties of the oil.

As the chant of the spell progresses, the herbs and oil melt and mingle, turning into a green liquid.

Poured sequentially into the prepared small pot and when the knot sentence was uttered, the liquid obtained viscosity and turned into a green ointment.

... It's okay. It's okay. Because people in the Autonomous Communities are "powerless people".

No one in the Autonomous Communities can use magic. [Leap] So all of a sudden, you don't have to worry about moving to the center of the city.

The ship, too, everything around here, is a magic powered magic magic machine ship, which cannot move unless the wizard supplies magic in the power chamber.

Hand rowed wooden ships are small and transport is insignificant. Besides, a hungry demon roams Lake Lacus this time of year. If the people of the lake and others who can use the technique of [exorcism] are not aboard, they will feed on demons.

There's probably no reason to worry about being shortcuted through the lake.

Government security forces are on their way. The roads will be blocked and the cars will be unusable.

... It's okay, it's okay. Both we and the civil hospital are fine. Next door to the Civic Hospital is the police station. If the people of the Autonomous Communities came, they would protect them.

Awellana continued to make wound pills, telling herself over and over again.