It's all one flower.

"This was the city of South Zakart."

Carrier Fierca shows the map on a tablet device and tells it in fluent common language.Priest Reflexio lowered his gaze from the starry sky washed by the rain yesterday and looked around.

There's not a single lamp in the house, and the rotten foundations are all buried in the grass.It's been a long time since we lost a man's business.

The two wizards' clothes glowed pale.The [Amulet] light could not be captured by the naked eye, but it was bright enough for a person with spiritual vision to understand the expression of the person next to him.

"During the half-century of civil unrest, bombers from the Aatel region burned me down overnight."

Why couldn't you rebuild it?

The Kilcruz priest clouds his face.

The green-haired hauler distorted his lips into a sarcastic smile.

“The government of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis had to rebuild the life of the nation with a limited budget that was peaceful, separate and independent.”

"The city and the village need a barrier to protect the residents from monsters and such."However, a lot of engineers were killed in the civil strife, and we still don't have enough manpower at all. "

In other words, you moved to a place where it was easy to rebuild, and this place was abandoned.

Razornik added, and the priest in his sleepwear nodded with an obvious face.

“Great answer, thank you for speaking so quickly.”

“The nearest cities are Molniya in the south and Zakart in the north of the Nemoraris beyond the mountains.But since the antennas are all over the place, you can still connect to the internet here. "

Huh?

Priest Reflexio took the phone out of his sleepwear pocket.

The night wind carries the wet green incense and roar of the beast from the forest.

When Rourke saw the priest's hand, he just showed his location on the map.

“The city of North Zakart has finished rebuilding its walls, but the inhabitants are still unable to return, and the Nemolaris government forces are stationed there.”

Rourke stood next to Priest Reflexio and looked north.

Under the crescent moon and starlight, the Kubulum Mountains and the Tuman Forest block the view, and the Nemoralis Republic of Nenia Island is completely invisible.

In the spring of the war, a truck carrying citizens of Zerneau and the Ristvar Autonomous Region who had been struck by an air raid passed through here.More than two years after that, the ruins are completely untouched.

It seems that the Artelian army can't afford to attack the Nemoraris realm because of the extermination of the beast.

Priest Leflexio wonders why the inhabitants should not be returned from the refugee camp.

Huh? Priests, don't you know?

I have a missile for the Artel Army.

Razornik tilted his head and Rourke was surprised.

"Missiles?"

I don't have a nuclear warhead, but two years ago, I had a track record of sinking an air defense ship with a magic artillery cannon in one shot.

"Huh? If we were able to destroy the Artillery Cannon, wouldn't there be any reason for Artel to continue the war?"

The priest from the Republic of Banksia deepens the confusion.

Razornik and Fierca looked at Rourke face to face.I nodded back to my gaze.

You're not familiar with the situation, are you?

"Banksia... no, it's only common language news."

“The crew of the air defense ship died a lot, but the demonic artillery landed on Nenia Island on its own.”

Wasn't it possible to destroy a direct hit from a missile?

The priest, who was from a scientific civilization country, murmured dumbfoundedly at Rourke's explanation.

“Separately, the Lacrimalis and Artel armies encountered a demonic artillery cannon somewhere in the Tuman Forest.”

"Huh? Huh? Did the Arterial Army invade Lacrimalis territory?"

Priest Reflexio looked around at the three with a face that didn't know where to focus.

Razornik took over the explanation.

I'm a freelance journalist, and I was covering a fishing village in the southern part of Lacrimalis territory, and I was wondering what the Arterial Army was doing by eating people to evacuate.

What did you say, soldier?

"I couldn't tell Rook about the evacuation, but later, the Lacrimalis Army found evidence that the Artelians planted the seeds of the Bloody Wind Tree in this forest... do you know the Bloody Wind Tree?"

The priest from northern Alton Gaza shook his head.

"It's in the online atlas, but it's a plant from a different world.It's poisonous, it contaminates the soil, and it's hard to decontaminate because it pulls down the roots. "

Huh?

"Of course, the Lacrimalis government protested against Artel and demanded compensation, but it was ignored, so they filed a lawsuit with the International Court of Justice.We haven't decontaminated it yet, and some farmers can't return, so it's a matter of life and death. ”

The priest watched the forest at night without words in Fierca's account.

Only the outline of the trees can be seen in the slightest light.

Rourke remembered the report and her stomach ached.

The royal family also took part in the operation and was able to exterminate the dead, but many livestock died, and the land was very polluted.

"Some royalty and the majority of the people have managed to keep the king from crushing Artel."Do you know why? "

Razornik bends over and looks at the Kirkuk priest diagonally.

Padre Reflexio replied, exhaling with a narrow breath.

"If you join the war, the land will be devastated again...?"

”Hmmm... that's half right.”

“Half? What's the other reason?”

Razornik corrects his posture and looks at Priest Reflexio's face from the front.

"Do you know what kind of country Lacrimalis is?"

"Formerly one country with Artel and Nemolaris, it is now a magical civilization country with Fraxinus as the state religion, right?"Even though it is a constitutional monarchy with a parliamentary system, the monarchy seems stronger. ”

The priest even arranged the census information as it was on the official website of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

The green-haired hauler looks dazzled.

"You know that much, don't you?"

"I'm afraid I'm not studying enough."

“If Lacrimalis had been a democracy, he would have fought a long time ago.”

A priest from the Republic of Banksia breathes.

Fierca, a former priest, went on indifferently.

“With the Holy Land of Fraxinus, if Lacrimalis moves, surrounding countries will be forced to join the fight.When that happens, the Kirkuk of Alton Gaza will be backed by Artel. "

"The entire Lacus area is in the battlefield... no, if you're not good enough, it could turn into a world war?"

The priest said in a voice that he could not suppress the desire to deny even though he could understand it in his head, and saw three local residents.

"The same goes for Nemolaris."

"What is the same thing...?"

Rourke said, and the priest dumbfounded his question.

“Neighboring countries will not intervene because the Lake Goddess Sanctuary and the Lacus Neunia Family are safe and the Nemolaris Army is not calling for reinforcements.”

Fierca nodded.

The Sheraton Lord hides behind no comment, so the neighboring countries can't help but attack Artel.

“Conversely, if the lord of the Lacus Neunia family calls in, it will be the same as if Lacrimalis did.”

The Kirkuk clergy turned their faces to the Kubulum Mountains, dividing the island of Nenia from north to south in the darkness of night.