It's all one flower.

As a precaution, Awellana boarded a fixed-term boat with the badge of [Thinking Owl] hidden in her clothes.

The city of Grom was bigger than we thought, but after noon we could reach the Northern Temple thanks to the notes of the spelldoctor Septentorio and the information boards for tourists standing everywhere.

As I read the sticker on the bulletin board just as I entered the gate, a cleric spoke to me.

"Hello, are you the one who came evacuated?

"Yes. I'm searching for a body that got ripped off by an air raid. You looked it up at the bureau, and I knew you were alive, but I had no idea where you were..."

"You've had a lot of trouble before. We hope that the edge of the water is connected and you can safely visit us. It frees the assembly area as a place of life. Come here......"

"Thank you"

Similar information and a simple map of the Temple premises are also available on the bulletin board. The rest are short words of prayer and bureau announcements and job information sent out for evacuees.

When Awellana followed him, he was put through to the office building next to the assembly center.

"I was recently instructed by the bureau to record people's entry and exit, and I hate those who moved to other places before that, such as amitostigma... it will be our memory request, but I will do everything I can. Ask me anything."

"Thank you. My brothers were fishermen and were operating off the coast of the city of Zerno at the time of the air raid..."

The cleric guided him to the interrogator's desk set up in a painting in the office.

All the waiting benches are buried, with more than ten people standing unattended. A cleric receives a clipboard over the counter and drops by Awellana.

"Please fill this out and wait"

"Yes, thank you"

The two of them summed up the words of prayer, and the cleric left the office.

More and more queues proceeded as Awellana wrote the name of the questioner, his original address, the circumstances in which he was separated, etc. Behind Awellana is also a line of people brought here by volunteers from faithful associations.

"Did you write it? I'll sign up, come here."

One of the clerks reaches out from the counter. I gave every clipboard the paperwork that filled all the necessary items.

"Regards"

"If all the temples with internet facilities are connected by a line and registered in a database, you'll soon know where you are."

"Can the Internet do that?"

My voice rose with anticipation and surprise.

The clerk ran his eyes on the paperwork and briefly explained how the internet works and what he was trying to do to find people when he found out Awellana was a Nemoralist.

Awellana felt like she had figured it out when she saw by her side that Farkill and haulier Fiarluca would use it, but when she asked again, there was so much she didn't know.

... For people in civilized nations of science, is the Internet and the machinery for it like [spiritual dove] scholastic art if we say it?

There is a huge variety of procedures, many of which are not difficult for each, but the same procedure can be used in a variety of ways, and more can be done depending on the ingenuity.

Many people use it in their daily lives, but it is extremely difficult to appreciate it. A wizard can be used by anyone as common sense and is normal, so he does not wear a badge (today) except as a mentor.

The order came around in a little over an hour.

"You're Mr. Awellana, right?

"Yes, thank you"

Clerks operated machines similar to typewriters but lined up with much more keys than that with familiar hands. I type in the key a few times and turn my face to Awellana and say sorry.

"These are the Gwangfu III of the Zerneau Fisheries Association and the crew, but you're not registered in the database."

"Really..."

Awellana couldn't keep her voice from wrapping up disappointment. All I can do is weep.

"We only keep computers in the temples of the big city, so not everyone who comes evacuated to Lacrimaris territory is registered. If you were a fisherman, you might be visiting a small port town or fishing village. Plus, it'll be an erasure method, but at least you're in the Amitostigma refugee camp."

"Do you even know about foreign countries?

When I looked up surprised, the clerk nodded.

"The Internet is connected to the rest of the world. The Amitostigma government registers in its database all those who have been received as refugees. You will respond to inquiries from our country and the government of Nemoralis, as well as from the Fraxinus Church, and the information in this database is available to the Amitostigma government."

"Can't a normal person even have a machine?

... If you can, I can ask Mr. Fiarlka to do the same.

"Yep. If anyone can view it, there are fears (probably) that can be abused by crime, etc."

To Awellana, I can't imagine what kind of crime it is, but the clerk's expression is rude. I guess it's pretty malicious.

The clerk handed over a piece of paper spit out by a large machine beside him.

"This is a list of cities where your family information was not registered"

"So much...... it saves me a lot of time searching for this place. Thank you."

"May the edge of the water that connects you to your family be handled as soon as possible"

Many times I thanked him and left the temple behind.

I looked for a bookstore, bought a map, bought note paper and a weighing spoon at the grocery store next door, and ten small containers with lids. I get a delicious smell on the wind and look up.

The city of Grom, where the sun began to tilt, was busy with dinner shoppers and working people on their way home.

... I can't go looking elsewhere today.

I walked around looking and finally found a vacancy in a bareback business hotel.

"We've been here a month."

"Yes, I'm done here, so I'll be leaving tomorrow morning."

I twisted my neck inside to the reception, but this place, much narrower and more qualitative than a castle-like hotel arranged for Fiarluca, was cozy.

There are only beds and desks and chairs, water bottles and chips cages in the room that are not decorative.

When the clerk placed the candlestick with the [light] on and pulled in, Awellana hung the [key] on the door to unload her luggage. I'm tired, but I don't have time to relax. I lined up my desk with the material everyone collected in the field, surgery made wound pills, cough drops, and hot cooling.

Clear the desk, lift the water out of the water bottle and wash the clothes and body together.

Reinvigorate the mood and expand the map of the Lacrimalis kingdom, comparing it with the list, adding it to a note written to me by the spelldoctor Septentorio.

I wasted a lot of time going out to eat and worked with a pinch of sturdy bread.

I cleaned up the map and as I tried to get into bed, I remembered the word on the front desk.

... Oh, well. I... "refugee" So you thought people traveling on business would be in trouble if they settled in, and they said that to you.

Once again, I was reminded of my situation and felt indescribable.

The next morning I checked out the business hotel and went into a nearby cafe.

"I have cough medicine powder or something, can I have breakfast?

"I'm sorry. Can you ask me at the hospital or in the drugstore's neighborhood because we can't see the medicine?

"Really... sorry"

Stopping Awellana from wandering out, the cashier gave us directions to a nearby pharmacist.

... The hotel was filled with scratch pills, but it's difficult.

I remembered in the note that "in the city of Grom too, fishermen from the Zerneau Fisheries Association are evacuated" and headed to the North Temple.

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