It's all one flower.

"Hey, oniisan, what did the newspaperman say?"

"Um......"

The beast exterminator girl pulled the sleeve of the work clothes and briefly explained it in Hunanese.

“What is it?”.

"Am I to blame?"

The girl and Ensign Razzutchik were puzzled.

“This is going to get in the way of business. Let's move on.”

Encouraged by the young man in working clothes, the six dared not leave the supermarket.

A freelance journalist asks a reporter of the Starlight newspaper.

"You were attacked on your way to the interview destination, weren't you?" Don't you have to go? "

"Company cars can't be used due to lack of fuel. I didn't know you couldn't even run a taxi. Even though Rufus was able to use a company car, it is impossible for Barbatum to say that there is only a small number of route buses that are not allowed to travel between cities."

The reporter, who was sent to the Republic of Artel from the headquarters of the Barbatum Federation, muttered quickly in his mouth, without even looking at the freelance journalist.

Rubell, a demonic soldier, saw Lieutenant Razutchik. The superior shrugged his shoulders and said nothing by looking troubled.

The freelance journalist said it again.

"Isn't it better to go to the interview destination or return to the branch office?"

"Coverage! That's right! Coverage... this tragedy I couldn't write about without the incompetence of the Artel branch!" The truth of faith! We have to tell the world's followers! "

"Huh...? What's this uncle? Wow"

A newspaper reporter puts her blue eyes on her and raises her pace, while the exterminator girl hides behind her partner. The Second Lieutenant stood in line with the reporter, and the Rubells followed behind them.

At least with the Amulet of your work clothes, you won't have to worry about being attacked by an earthen fish.

The sun rose high and the shadows shortened.

There was still time until noon, but the summer sun pouring down on the ground slowed the movement of the demon beast.

"Where do you want to cover it?" Can I come with you? "

A freelance journalist catches up with a run and asks a newspaper reporter.

Even if three people lined up to block the sidewalk, there was no passer-by to blame.

“It's St. Album Church. There is a kindergarten and elementary school, and the clergy also stand in the classroom, but they are currently closed. Starting today at 10: 00 am, the 171st and 172nd detachments of the Barbatum Federation Army Special Support Unit for the Extermination of Demons and Beasts, three members of the Artel Army Special Operations Group against the Demons and Beasts, and thirty members of the communication support unit of the Barbatum Army will defeat the monsters that occupy the chapel and the school building, so we will cover this operation."

The newspaper reporter spoke quickly and picked up the pace even further.

When the party arrived at St. Album's Church, the wind was mixed with a thick smoke and blood smell.

Fully equipped Army soldiers are sweaty and keep an eye on the church gate.

The front yard seemed to be grass, but there were many parts that were desolate and brown and withered as if they had been plowed in a mess. From the gate to the chapel, there is a wide cobblestone staircase lined up by two adults. However, there was a large hole in the explosion near the center, and there was no trace.

In the hole, a large earthen fish devours scorched carcasses of its kind.

One of the soldiers lowered the empty launcher from his shoulder and threw it away.

Are you saying that the anti-tank bullets were eaten intact?

"Monster."

Saints, give us the light of knowledge!

Barbarzmut mutters despair in the common language, but the six Rubells don't even notice their approach.

The elderly priest called out to him.

“It's dangerous here. Please hurry home."

"I am a reporter in the international department of the Starlight newspaper headquarters. I have permission to talk to the military."

A newspaper reporter issued a press card from the inside pocket of his jacket. I stretched out my eyes and poked the strap around my neck.

Another reporter also showed a nasty press ID from his neck.

"I'm a freelance journalist, but I got permission to cover. These people were interpreters with the exterminators, and I personally hired them.”

Barbatum soldiers look at the four in work clothes in different ways. Fear, relief, anxiety, expectation, disgust... many people have complex facial expressions mixed with them.

Ensign Razzutchik explains in common language.

"We hunt demon beasts and extract materials to earn a living." Are you sure you want to take care of the demon beast here? "

"Oh... material?"

Common language questions spill out of a soldier's mouth.

A young man takes a bundle of spells out of his work pants pocket.

"I'm a spell user." For example, charcoal burned from a beast becomes black ink for spells. "

We will sell materials to material shops, spell shops, magical tool shops, etc.

The Ensign told me that a middle-aged soldier, who looked like a field commander, took a step forward.

Can you turn a monster that doesn't have a single scratch into extinguishing charcoal even if you properly eat anti-tank bullets?

"Are you going to let those who use evil deeds into the church grounds?"

The newspaper reporter shouts sharply.

The man who looked like a field commander with the rank of a former sergeant laughed silently.

"If I could defeat you with a prayer, I don't think the priest would have had to weep for our army?"

“This is a matter of soul. If you include those who use evil deeds in the sacred place of prayer, faith will prevail."

According to the newspaper reporter, several Barbatum soldiers nodded, but the members of the special forces carrying the Kohinoor sword and the priest of St. Album church did not react.

“The other day, the president of Rufus Seminary hired us with great pleasure.”

The priests opened their eyes in the words of the Ensign, and the Barbatum soldiers ran agitated.

The former sergeant laughed with his nose.

"People in this country know the limits of faith. For those who want to survive now, I don't know if there is, but it doesn't matter what happens after death."

"Woah... oh my God"

A newspaper reporter shakes his shoulder with a clenched fist.

"When I was sent here, I knew very well that the wizards had stained my body with the meaning of calling Kirkles a" powerless saint. "Reporters will know by now."

Are you insulting the saint?

The incoming sergeant did not respond to the reporter and turned his face to the four men in working clothes.

"Hey, you guys can't get paid because of the budget, but you can get in anyway."

"I'm hired by this person today, so I don't have to pay for it."

Ensign Razzutchik responds with a smile to his first sergeant.

As the priest silently pulled his chin, the newspaper reporter took out the tablet and began typing something at a violent pace.