It's all one flower.

"My mother, working in the city of Masrina, went to work normally that day... I don't know if she's safe or not"

"If you change your mind, you can check now, what will you do?

Amana, an elementary school student, would also understand the situation and be thinly prepared for the unlikely. However, there was still hope that there was a slight possibility, so I can say that I was able to maintain my strength so far.

Cruillo himself, it's stronger to give up that he won't be able to do it anymore.

Still, when I was forced to confirm with words I put out of my mouth, my throat got stuck and I couldn't say anything.

... calm down. It doesn't matter what I say now.

The attendants are not in a hurry and quietly await the words of Cruillo.

The confirmer opened the cupboard and served paper cups and tea leaves.

The scent of vanilla tea solves the solidified thoughts in the back of the body.

Cruillo said, gazing at the hot air rising from the paper cup.

"Our mother is alive."

The water close to the edge of the deep dish rises and the pinky thickness of the water mass falls toward the center one after the other.

Unexpectedly, when Cruillo pulled his left hand out of the water, the wave calmed down as if it had been covered even with a lid.

... I knew it, right?

The pale voice of the attendant descends on the dripping cruillo.

"When I get confirmation that it's your family, I won't ask your sister the same question. Find out your father's contact details here and we'll give them to you later, along with your ID."

When Cruello snorted in tears, the attendant urged him to get his hands on the water and continued with the question.

Availability of dependable relatives and friends/acquaintances, work situation, new job prospects…

I don't have any plans for the future.

If I can see my father, I can handle it. That's all I've thought about and survived.

I indirectly killed people by helping militant guerrillas.

I finally got this far after traveling far in search of a safe place.

... now I don't want to think about it anymore.

I won't touch anything that won't be asked. I only answered the attendant's questions in anticipation of wanting to squat (groan) with my ears blocked.

You must be Amana called in for a replacement, and she smiles.

I'll see you soon, Dad.

"Really?"

Let him snort with a smile and push his sister's back.

The earthy ribbon swayed with her golden silk thread-like hair.

... When did you get there?

It's the [shock-resistant] [protective ribbon] that the Chloenier manager gave me. I bracket it in two parts on the left and right of my head and have the same hairstyle as that store manager, but it suits my elementary school sister well.

Cruillo smiled bitterly and deposited himself in the waiting bench.

If you can't read a powerful word, a strangely patterned earthy ribbon.

Without magic it would be just a decoration, but it would be better to decorate the girl's hair than to put her to sleep at the bottom of the bag, and the Chloenier manager would be happy.

There was no sign of Leno's men in the waiting room.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana looks down the hall and says:

"My clerk took me to the next department, one family at a time."

"Really?... Here, maybe we'll say goodbye"

"Right. Mr. Cruillo and his father are in the capital."

I remember that night with the gentle smile of the pharmacist of the people of the lake.

On the banks (by the banks) of the canal, stranded by the flames of an air raid, Pinatifida's classmates were hard hit by her, who was with her parents' brothers and sisters.

Hostility and hatred, turn clearly, but say nothing directly.

There's been criticism. Just look away, no direct violence.

He built a wall with an attitude of rejection and silently eliminated Pinatifida.

There was no clear attack until Juvenile Soldier Morph questioned the quality (just).

Sometimes the adults weren't, and they couldn't embarrass the middle school students who stripped away their hatred.

It was a cunning and filthy way to do things.

"You're the only one who's cheating with my family."

Such irrational extreme jealousy and envy.

Their unfavourable emotions summoned miscellaneous demons from the darkness.

If you were not burned by the flames of an air raid, but devoured by a group of miscellaneous demons and demons who called in themselves, it is not the fault of the Artel Lanista coalition.

... Even if those guys are dead, you deserve it.

"Well, he said it would take a couple of days to reissue his ID, so in the meantime, we'll be together in the quarters here."

Roark says, clean up the radio.

The attendant tells me that temporary housing near the capital is already full, that even if we find immediate work, we cannot find a place to live, and that there are returning refugees who stay here.

Conversely, although they were able to move into temporary housing, there are also returning refugees who do not find work and come here to eat only.

Either way, if you don't have trouble eating, you'll figure it out in there.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana will pull, but I don't think she'll find a place to work in high school Roark right away.

If it's full of temporary housing, there's no way you two are going to live there.

You'll both be here for the time being.

Cruillo and Amana go there when they know where my father is.

Leno and his brothers and sisters are going to ask my father to stay with them.

I couldn't imagine being separated in this place.

Leno's skill would get him hired right away at bakeries and bakeries around here.

Amana and Elantis moved to primary school in the capital, and Pinatifida will also re-enter secondary school, possibly redoing the same grade. Anyway, I haven't been able to go to school for six months. I have no choice.

As Amana exited the confirmation room, the door at the end of the hallway opened, and the Cruillo brothers and sisters were called to the next department.