It's all one flower.

Roark was terrified of the captain's calm and accurate analysis. From limited information, we are approaching the right answer.

In the meantime, I didn't realize who I was, so I looked down to escape the captain's eyes.

The Seljebro district, opposite the Njefried Canal, is still on fire.

I don't know what country's army is, but as far as I can see, there's no safe place but the current location.

It was difficult to believe that Roark's home remained intact.

For some reason, my heart is calm and quiet.

Because I didn't see my parents burn, or because I already threw them away? Roark himself doesn't even know.

One thing I can say for sure is that I lost all my life and all my little luggage.

"As it were, well, not if I'm just saying who did it where. We have to get ready before it gets dark."

The blonde employee forced me to make a smile and missed the conversation.

In fact, not quite.

People move again.

Everyone moves their hands silently, twitching long lines connecting newspapers.

Roark also rose and received a morning paper from a middle-aged man to help him with the task of falling apart and folding.

This unreliable outline becomes tonight's lifeline in a literal sense.

While there was something to do, I didn't have to concentrate on it and think about anything extra, and I felt that the face of the person doing the work was only brighter with my heart.

Secondary school students, as usual, do nothing and squat (groan) in pieces.

The girls surround their unconscious companions and watch them look worried. But there's nothing such a seriously injured person can do to have a child.

The boys act in pieces: those who squat (groan) with their knees, those who inspect their luggage, those who keep an eye on what's going on around them, those who just watch the wounded with the girl...

When the outline was complete, Roark stopped doing it.

An employee lays gently on the ground to keep his sister awake. From my sister's bag, I took out my pencil case and notebook and started writing something.

The policemen discuss how to lay down the newspaper outline.

... dark?

My vision is slightly darker, even though it is illuminated by flames from three directions.

Roark rubbed his eyes and looked around again.

I thought my eyes were dazzled by the flames, but no.

The canal is brighter. Only this space, surrounded by flames, is dark.

The wind swells and the smoke rises straight to heaven.

I somehow feel bad about it, but I don't know what makes me think so. A similar feeling arose in the back of my chest.

The police consultation came together.

Create a newspaper circle so that the bakery family will be at the north end.

Residents split and laid to prevent a thousand pieces of wet paper from slicing. Once in position, the wizard cop waters him with his surgery and another cop steps on him with his shoes to snuggle him into the asphalt.

The junior high school students, at last, didn't help anything.

An employee breaks a written page and stands up.

"Does anyone in this have any magic, but any idea what a powerful word is?

I don't know the intent of the question and everyone leans (hides) their necks.

"Uh, the [simplified junction] spell, I need you to help me chant it. Campe and [Magic Crystal] are ready."

"Oh, is that what you're saying? Then I'll do it. [Simple Junction] Then I've used it several times with a spell"

An older cop receives a notebook slice and a [crystal].

The employee leaked a breath of relief, but there are only four operators, including an impromptu wizard. To protect the lives of more than three dozen people here overnight was not a promise.

That's why there's nothing Roark can do.

When my friend Viyunok gave me the [exorcism] talisman, I said it wouldn't activate unless I held it with the [crystal of magic].

Roark decided in his heart to ask someone of the three, someone who might still be able to afford it after the [simplified junction] was activated, to fill in the magic.

Not if you are reluctant.

From what I've seen, not a single one seems to have given up.

I had to hit every hand I could to increase my survival a little bit.

A resident man spoke to a junior high school student.

"You guys get over here as soon as possible. The girl... the four of us will carry her blanket like a stretcher."

Middle school students didn't move just bewildered.

We meet face to face within our people and start talking to each other in a whisper about whether to follow him or not.

When the policeman gave the same instructions, he finally lifted his heavy hips.

Two cops and two boys middle school students, carrying a seriously injured girl.

Secondary school students also entered the circle of newspapers, and more than thirty people sat down and turned to each other. The unconscious also let someone else sit in their arms.

If you make the wheel too large, you can't maintain the [simplified junction] due to lack of magic. Cramped, but I had no choice.

Until evening, we still have a little time.

The three wizards take a break and the older cops practice spells with a piece of paper in their hands.

Roark grabbed his baggage and moved closer to the canal.

Guys, you want to put yourself somewhere that looks a little safe, there's a slight gap on the north side. The original bakery family, the employees, the brothers and sisters, the lake people's pharmacists (dullness) just sit down.

Roark took the firm bread out of his luggage and handed it to the employees and pharmacists one pack at a time.

"Please eat this."

"What? Are you sure?

My gaze gathered in the employee's voice. The pharmacist (dull) has no voice and sees Roark with astonished eyes.

Roark spoke loudly to the others so that they could hear him.

"Yes. Please eat. Please. The wizards have all our lives at stake. Eat, cheer up a bit, tie the line, good luck"

Hand it to the cop who sat beside the junior high school student (by his side).

An evacuee middle-aged woman stood up.

"Let's give the kids some candy"

That said, take the candy wrap out of the shoulder bag and hand it over.

Roark met the aunt and lowered his hips to the side of the bakery family.

The aunt's cheerful voice and teasing soothed the air of the place.

The wizards who received the bread seemed to have lost their temper and began to carry the preserved food to their mouths.

Roark turned his gaze to the other shore.

A fire brigade in the Seljebro district takes the survivors somewhere as they raise the canal water and extinguish the fire in their hands that go to shield it.

The Roarks have been left behind in the Jerizo district.

I just have to stay here more than I know where it's safe.

The fire was still not extinguished and there was nowhere to go.