It's all one flower.

Rourke and Klaus visited the Rufus Trail Church together.

Cleaning and repairs have been completed, and there is no sign of the tragedy of that day.

Still, Roark's legs became heavier. I am reminded of my cowardice, and I eat my teeth.

Today, the public broadcast of the Artel State-run radio program "Time for Prayer" will be held.

From the front yard to the entrance of the chapel, the perimeter of the passage was cemented with concrete, and the garden, where flowers once bloomed in all seasons, was grayed out. The raid on the native fish (Dogyo) made it safer, and regular worship resumed last week, but few believers still visit.

With the mass appearance of demon beasts and the solemnity of going out, the general adherents who came to watch the public live broadcast were not even a fifth of the congregation seats. The rest are clerics, Artelian and Barbatum Army officials.

A small desk is placed beside the sermon platform, and the old CD racket is seated.

Shipper Fierka makes the four of the peace bouquets sing in a common language and provides a sound source via the internet. The Barbatum Federation Indie Label turned into a CD.

Placed in the usual local distribution, it was mailed by a Federation collaborator to Priest Reflexio of the Rufus Church of Light Traces.

Unusually, letters and small packages from the Federation of Barbados and the Republic of Banksia are not subject to censorship, even if they are subject to customs or quarantine inspections.

While the majority of the congregation seats were filled with city camouflage soldiers, worship began.

After that day, the choir quit one after the other except for the dead and the wounded, and the restocking didn't go on. In addition, there is the effect of going out without permission, which is less than a third of the number of people who last infiltrated. Moreover, there was not a single female voice part.

... well, that's true.

When the beast was still scarce, it killed and wounded just one Twin Wolves.

Nowadays, many kinds of demonic beasts emerge all over the city, as well as earthfish. It wasn't just something that the Nemoraris Corps had deliberately summoned.

There was a wide variety of doors through which novel monsters and beasts appeared, including the bodies of elderly people who died of debilitation without receiving care, the bodies of sick people who could not go to the hospital and whose disease worsened, the bodies of beasts who ate, the raw garbage that could not be dumped, the remains of native fish that were defeated by the Artel army, the Barbatum army, the vigilante, etc.

Without the help of the Nemolaris government forces, it is possible that the Arterial Republic will remain a state.

The Barbatum Federation Army was dispatched with extermination support, not against the Nemolaris forces, but it wasted its ammunition and did nothing.

The Federation soldier filling the chapel of the Rufus Church now sits with his eyes fixed on a statue of a saint smiling with his arms spread out behind a stained glass.

The powerless saint Kirkles smiles at the millions with compassion, but he does not give them direct relief.

Whether you shoot or shoot, the earthen fish that gushes out of the soil has no edge. Individuals who have co-cooked the carcasses swell up, increasing the strength of the scales and making regular bullets ineffective.

I wasn't sure if I had any advice from the Beast Exterminator or if I noticed it myself, but I had recently started using a flamethrower.

Even so, it cannot be completely transformed into ash or charcoal, and it cannot prevent the appearance of raw and burned carcasses or co-cultivation.

The magic flame was fundamentally different from the way the beast burned.

If the attack hits the core of existence, even a single shot of ammo can turn it into ash, but it is impossible to shoot a precision shot at an Earthfish that is bouncing over the soil.

Rourke listens to a hymn composed of a small number of male voices and looks sideways at the Barbatum soldiers.

... it's like shooting a futile bullet to make an earthen fish stronger.

The archbishop's sermon began.

It's a fluent common language, but the content is mundane and boring. Rourke listened in the corner of his consciousness and watched the Barbatum soldiers.

When the Archbishop tangled the situation in which the Artel republic was placed in the passage of the Bible, the soldiers pulled their jaws slightly with a stiff expression.

... if I hadn't waged a war against Nemoraris, I wouldn't have been this bad.

Rourke laughed inwardly at the words of the Archbishop as the victim.

“I am so grateful to you for sharing this misery and for your efforts to overcome it together, and I can't find a word to properly express this deep appreciation.”

It would be a shame to be thanked for being a companion. The Barbatum Army soldiers did not break their faces.

At the end of the Archbishop's sermon, he is replaced by Priest Leflexio, who was sent from the cathedral. The Federation Army soldier's expression was slightly loosened.

“Today I'd like you to listen to a song before we talk about the Bible.”

There is a slight rumbling from the congregation seat.

Although Rourke and Klaus Torah knew each other as Priest Reflexio, they still changed their faces with Makeup necklaces today, and the Priest did not know.

"The followers of the Barbatum Federation sent me a CD." This is a song about faith sung by a group of outgoing singers called bouquets. I heard it for the first time, but it was a very good song, so I wanted to make sure that everyone at Artel also listened to it, so I applied for a license for today. ”

If you apply to the Music Copyright Association of the Aatel Republic, foreign music will also be comprehensively processed. It is a mechanism whereby associations apply for licenses on behalf of foreign rights holders and remit user fees.

In this country, there are no fees for domestic use in churches and schools. Foreign music varies from country to country, but the association pays for it when necessary.

This time, it is also used in worship, so the nostalgia of the Rufus Trail Church and Priest Reflexio does not hurt.

Padre Reflexio pronounced the song in a common language and pressed the play button on the CD racket.

The tone of the piano and harp echoes through the high ceiling of the chapel. Next, a sweet and clear female voice put the lyrics on the melody in a common language.