It's all one flower.

"I've completely forgotten my dreams before, but I think I've seen them a few times."

"Do you remember anything?"

Lieutenant General Sikuls puts a pleasant smile on his lips.

Lubel was relieved by the lighter air and made a quick memory that was about to disappear.

"Yes... a few days ago, I had a dream that the magic cannon would grow smaller and be loved like a kitten."

"You want me to get smaller?"

Lieutenant General Sikuls laughs deep in his throat.

The magical army rubel waved his palm in front of his chest.

"No, there's no disillusionment! I can't shrink anymore...."

"It's a joke, but it's a dream to adore a Magic Cannon."

"The people of the lake, who I don't know at all, hold a magic cannon shrunk like a kitten and give instructions to someone who can't be seen to be cute... eh?I just got kicked... me? "

Lost confidence in speaking, Lubel leaned his neck.

His expression disappeared from Lieutenant General Sikuls.

Lubel sits on the bedside of the ward and says this, objectively speaking, is a patient who talks about sleeping.Suddenly he became embarrassed and turned away from his superiors.

"Lieutenant General, may I speak with you?"

Suddenly, a strange voice rang in the hospital room alone.

The busy superiors seem to have stayed too long in the army hospital.

Lieutenant General Sikuls responds to the [flower ears] worn on the collar of his uniform.

"I'll get back to you when I'm ready."

Copy that.

The superior officer stood up from a round chair for sightseers.

Lubel, lie down.

"I'm sorry to trouble you. But this time it was just an exam, and yesterday's exam was nothing bad."

He complained that it was all right, but the superior ordered him to lie down.

"Yesterday was a preliminary investigation."

Preliminary investigation?

As ordered, he had no choice but to lie on the bed in front of his superior.

I'm going to check the connection between you and the Magic Cannon.

Huh?

"Do it."

Lieutenant General Sikuls stepped back and sent a voice to [Flower's Ear].A shock ran over Rubel's back and he leaned back on his bedside.I have severe pain and can't make a sound.

"Enough, all right. The test is over."

Inspection complete. Copy that.

[Flower ears] Lubel exhaled a lot as he took over.

"The Magic Cannon is a magical creature.Normal weapon attacks do not inflict a single wound.You've seen it many times. "

Artillery missile strikes, when Airship Lesotho was sunk, or when Artillery units were shot with automatic small arms and thrown with grenades in the Tuman Forest, the magic guns were safe.

"I just hit him with an iron pipe.I can't believe it's going to hurt this much... I have to think about it. "

Lieutenant General Sikuls said to himself in the middle of the day and sat back in the visitors' chair.

Magic Army Rubel faces his superiors and leans back in a fetal posture.The pain of a magic cannon that said it was hit with an iron pipe crawled up its spine and ate its teeth.

... Physical attack disabled? It hurts so much?

Lieutenant General Sikuls gently took Lubel's hand.

"Does it still hurt? Does it hurt?"

Gently stroke Lubel's shoulders with the other hand.The pain of the magic cannon flowed from the spine to the flank.

Physical attacks are disabled, but I feel pain.

The magic guns are always happily caressed by the rubel, and wrapped around the rubel because they want to be caressed.Soldiers didn't seem to caress me much either.

Why did the creator of the magical creature give the “Clean Darkness” a feeling of pain, pleasure and discomfort?

Lieutenant General Sikuls stopped stroking and grabbed Lubel's shoulder lightly.Something is said in powerful words.It was a spell I heard several times, but I couldn't remember.

"Magic Soldier Lubel, you must not tell anyone but me what I am about to say and what I dream about the Magic Cannon by any means."

I finally understood the instructions in Hunan following the spell.

... [Constraints]? In a dream?

The superior officer removed the [flower ear] from the collar of the uniform and put it by the window, saying.

"The dream of the magic cannon you saw is not a dream."

He opened his eyes and looked up at the second-largest officer of the Republican Army of Nemoraris.Green eyes look down at the master of the magic wheeze cannon lying in his sleepwear.The [crossing swan] medallion (today) swayed in the chest of my uniform.

"Next, I was going to try the sword of the old kingdom, but not for this much.... don't look like that. I don't use a blade on a boulder.I was going to beat her with a sheath. "

The pain of the magic cannon stays in the flank and throbs.

"If this Zama were to be beaten with a free iron pipe by a powerless militia, rather than creating a wall of mind with the user demon, the adhesion would have progressed."

"Eh...."

Suddenly, a blurred voice leaked, but it was not a word.

"The dream you saw is not a dream."

Reject repeated words.

The Lieutenant General touched the four corners of the ward, the windows, and the door, and spoke in powerful words.This is also a spell that Lebel doesn't know.

Return to the promenade chair as if nothing had happened.

"The consciousness of the fragments of the magic cannon and your consciousness are mixed."

"Eh...."

"Big chunks... The chunks that you now recognize as the body of the Magic Whistle Cannon were reduced even before you signed the [Magus Contract].Some of the fragments that occurred at that time are still alive. "

Magic Armor Rubel was convinced of the vividness of his dreams, but now he wondered where it was.

"That one is currently in a lab on Charles Island.If the senior researcher ordered you to be cute, even for research purposes, you wouldn't have to worry about getting the little pieces badly. "

Having been given a clear answer, the Magic Army Rubel couldn't figure out how much to believe the words of Lieutenant General Sikuls.

... even though you didn't sign a contract? You think it's a mixture of being small and being conscious?

No, just a thousand pieces, originally a lump of darkness.

Remembering the feeling that the little piece of life was disappearing, Lubel trembled.The small pieces of Charles Island were insured, so the large chunks were treated roughly like hitting with an iron pipe.

Rubel jumped to Gardenia City right now and wanted to hug him with a magic cannon.