It's all one flower.

"What? But..."

"Fine. Paycheck, 'cause I'm more certain this way than cash right now."

That's what they said, and Amiella snorted.

The manager looked at the finished parts with care and smiled satisfactorily.

"Well done. A boulder."

"Thank you"

The manager took two pieces of cloth from his workbench and layered them on the fabric of the backpack body. Both are palm-sized and have letter-like embroidery.

"The red one is sewn on the inside where it hits the back and the blue one is on the inside of the bottom. You can't see either of them from the outside."

"... Yes?

"Double the cloth on the bottom, so that the seams are invisible from the outside, cotton on the back, just like that."

"... Yes"

Amiella didn't know what it meant to intentionally put beautiful embroidered decorations in an invisible position.

The manager won't tell us why, but the needle he's hired has to.

Whether it was because the manager was there or because of the effectiveness of vanilla tea, I didn't have to recall the fire even if I saw the cotton this time. As instructed, sew the embroidered cloth into an invisible position to fill the cotton.

Even when they told me the war had begun, Amiela had no real feeling.

It's quiet here, customers are the ones who don't come, but they can work as usual.

What will happen now?

When will the war end?

How long will I be allowed to stay at the manager's house?

When can I see my father again?

Amiella is full of things I don't know.

With that in mind. But the rucksack was successfully completed.

As usual, the manager carefully inspects the product. After a while, he turned his full grin on Amiela and said he had passed.

Horribly, Amiela's cheeks also loosen.

"It's my first time, but it's a solid finish. You're doing great."

Thanking the manager for his high praise, Amiela asked.

"When is the handover? I mean, customers... can you come to the store?

"I'm the orderer. You're the one who uses it."

"What?"

Stopping thinking at unexpected words.

The manager promoted such amiera and took him to the kitchen.

"Pack it up, please."

When he was handed a freshly finished backpack and Amiela was puzzled, the manager further urged.

"First put the can in, flatten the bottom, then put a bottle of water in the four corners like a column, cheese, bread, dried goods and salt. Okay?"

I didn't have trouble figuring out how to pack it, but I packed it in the order I was told. There is still room in the backpack capacity.

The manager pulled into the back room and immediately returned. In his hand is a coat and a wrap of oil paper.

"Take this too"

"Um..."

"Skin clothes, towels and coats"

"What... Um..."

"Don't let anyone in the Autonomous Region see your clothes."

"What?"

"As I was saying, I have a magical embroidery"

"Huh?

I accidentally shouted out loud.

The manager puts his index finger on his lips and shushes him. Amiella held her mouth and nodded.

The manager removes the small one-handed pan from the hanging cabinet and hands it to Amiela. It's a small pot of about two mugs.

"Take this too"

Amiella's parents had no pots or dishes.

"Oh, you know, such expensive stuff..."

"Fine, this too"

The manager said, putting a copper mug in the backpack, stuffed the outside pocket with matching boxes and batteries, flashlights and fastened the buttons.

"Tomorrow, I'm leaving as soon as night breaks, so go to bed early tonight"