It's all one flower.

To Amiela's question, the manager shook his neck sideways with a sad face.

"I'm sorry. You don't know that unless you actually go."

"Oh, no, no...! I'm the one, sorry. It's so sweet of you..."

"It's okay. Because I think of you like a grandson."

The manager softened his expression, stretched his spine and looked west.

The tree that dropped the leaves just keeps going. There was no one else between the two, and I saw no mischievous demons, no demons, no beasts.

"The east region seems to have been hit a long time, so go west of the island. Between Zolata District and the city of Kulbunika, there is the Nieflit River... but if the bridge remains, we can cross it."

If not, we'll have to go back to the mountains and go west.

Downtown, there is no guarantee that the other bridges will be safe.

"If you go through the city of Kulbunika and go to the city of North Zakart, you'll be out to the biggest port on the west side. It's a long way off, but I can't help it."

As Amiella snorted, the manager placed a deep wrinkle (wrinkle) on both shoulders of the needle.

"Then say goodbye here. Don't lose sight of this path. Be well."

"Yes, the manager is well..."

Later, I was speechless with tears.

The manager wipes the tears of the needle with a handkerchief.

"Go, go."

Pushed back by the words, Amiela nodded without a voice, stepping on the cobblestone buried in the fallen leaves to resume her steps.

A short walk back, the manager waved loudly and turned his back on the needle.

Amiella drops him off until she can no longer see the manager's hindsight and walks forward herself too.

On a gentle uphill journey through the woods, about an hour later, he hit a stone tablet indicating a hiking trail. The slopes are steep from here.

I paid for the leaves with the branches and checked the cobblestones. A mossy stone appeared on his face, and the bugs ran annoyingly over the cold with fallen leaves.

Amiella sighed (sighs) small and began to climb the slopes.

You wasted your time and strength by paying off your fallen leaves. I poked the branches into the fallen leaves and decided to explore gently to confirm the cobblestone.

Every day, I commuted on foot from my home in Barack Street to my work place in the estate district.

I was going to get used to walking on the slopes, but hiking trails with bad scaffolding are different on their own. The baggage I carried was also heavy. I ran out of breath, and even in the middle of winter, sweat seeped into my forehead.

Still, I won't stop my legs.

A wide ramp passes along the mountain skin where two adults can walk side by side.

In the vast Kublum Mountains, it is an unreliable detail.

Now there was no one else to go this stretch of road but Amiela. Dry shit rolls around. It's a road that people won't pass for a long time, but the beast seems to pass well.

In the leaf shadow of the evergreen tree, there was a miscellaneous demon with a normal face. Within the sun, it does not come out among the branches or from the sinuses of the trees.

Amiella walked as unconscious as possible, making sure the road existed.

On the wind came a sweet scent.

I don't stop walking, I raise my face.