It's all one flower.

UN human rights missions and their accompanying press corps travel daily from the city of Petarón, in the Republic of Zigopetalum, to the Autonomous Community of Listvar, on the island of Nenia.

The only military helicopter between the reopened Topoli airport and the autonomous region on the Nemolaris side of Nenia Island. Topoli and Petalón airports made flights to and from the airport on private and charter flights that had resumed operations.

Airlines in the Republic of Nemorallis, which stopped operating cargo planes after the economic sanctions came into effect, are a valuable source of revenue for small passengers, not to mention small passengers. The human rights inspection team and the cathedral were the "special needs" created by limiting reporters to the powerless people of land.

That ended in mid-August, and now I wait quietly for the report.

Kufushenka also accompanied the inspection of the Western Diocese as a craftsman and interpreter of the Star Dao.

The main subjects of investigation and coverage were disarmed ex-star markers (Shirabe) and the appearance of feathered yawasu mice (hamsters).

The parishioner guides the western diocese without even letting out a cigarette of his own, the star lord.

All of the magic beasts appeared outdoors.

During the cooler hours of the morning, I split up in a wagon.

The electric wire cut from the pole standing along the farm road hangs down. There were some deep claw marks on the wooden telephone pole. But there's no sign of any asphalt on site.

The garrison got out of the military vehicle and pointed to the wheat field where the harvest was finished.

Small animal droppings are rolling around, and short chunks of hair cling to the wheat stump.

"Winged rats are omnivores. If you have a loach, I'll come and eat it."

A group of reporters in two wagons stretched out a telephoto lens from the window and took a picture.

“The weather is nice today, and we're here, so it's okay to get out.”

The locals usually work here.

The foreign reporters looked at each other when the demon guards said so.

The Starlight newspaper's Listvar branch and the national broadcasting listvar branch's wagon cars were packed one by one more than the capacity, and they were cramped even from the side.

The reporters saw the mayor shrinking in the passenger seat of his private car.

"Gasoline and the like are incoming in very small quantities, but due to the lack of diesel fuel and urea, we can't move the agricultural machinery."

Huh? Well, what about farm work?

"It's an old-fashioned manual operation, so I'm doing something with the Man-sea Tactics, but because a lot of familiar people have died, there are still many unfamiliar people, and I can't get around to picking up droppings."

A reporter from the social affairs department of the Starlight newspaper headquarters from the Barbatum Federation gets out of the wagon and looks around.

It's still falling down there, but you don't eat it with a sparrow, do you?

The demon guards looked up at the sky, and reporters turned their faces to the mid-August sky. He narrowed his eyes to the sun and immediately lowered his gaze to the south of the field.

The asphalt road that now stands runs east to west through the Western Diocese.

It is sandwiched between the barley fields from north to south, and the buffer zone to the south of the field. Beyond the low block, a dark shadow is created by the bush, which leads to the Kubulum Mountains.

It's close to the mountains, and there's a smell of dung and demon beasts, so birds and ordinary rats are too scared to get close.

”Even on a day like this when the sun is shining hard...?”

A foreign reporter listens to the description of the demonic garrison while staring at the mountain with his eyes shaded.

The demonic beast doesn't disappear like a monster even when exposed to the sun.

"There, the block is a little broken, but can't you fix it?"

Another reporter points.

The warden and the carpenter, Ferros, shook their heads next to each other.

“Blocks and cement have stopped being imported, and construction is lagging behind everywhere.”

Autonomous regions are not subject to economic sanctions, are they?

Feros, the carpenter, looked troubled, but the reporter tilted her neck.

A reporter from the Hunan Economic Newspaper said in common language.

Due to the massive outbreak of demon beasts in Artel, the earthfish blocks, tiles, cement, concrete, etc., are scarce.

Huh? It wasn't because of the economic sanctions.

The carpenter, Ferros, meets the section chief.

A reporter from the State-owned broadcasting division of Listvar was sighing.

"After all, it has become difficult to obtain external information from the activation of economic sanctions."

“I'm glad I talked to you guys and I know a little bit about the foreign landscape.”

A reporter from the Shingguang newspaper's wristwatch branch nodded and looked at the deputy of the head office's social affairs department.

The Barbadian reporter says with a half-dazed face.

“With the internet, it's easier to get more information.”

"Japan has not yet developed laws for this purpose, so the reconstruction after the civil strife of half a century has been delayed."

A Retica Interim Government Ministry of Reconstruction official lowers his eyebrows.

“With the support of the international community and the Church, can we do something about the autonomous region alone?”

The district mayor said in a flirtatious voice, but the commissioner fixed his gaze on the other side of the block wall and did not respond.

Kufsienka also saw the bush.

Miscellaneous demons were dumbfounded in the thick shade of the leaves.

The horn made a noise and moved loudly. Grey green and black stripes move between the trees. Countless elongated objects sway in different directions over striped masses. I saw a twisted horn among the trees.

"Is it the poison of the back?" It's unusual to come down here like this. "

Isn't there a dead animal nearby?

The two demon guards spoke in Hunanese and uttered powerful words briefly.

Immediately after throwing something, a mass of light is emitted from the hands holding nothing. The light was drawn into the bush for a long time.

It was the [Spear of Light] that Kufushenka had seen many times during the half-century of civil unrest.

A flash of light dyes the back of the leaves white for a moment and then disappears.

Striped masses and elongated objects simultaneously turned into ashes and lost their shape.

"Did you hit the core of existence?"

The demon guards dropped their shoulders.

Barbadian reporters ask questions with excitement.

"What was that?" What's going on? Why are you so sorry? "

A demonic beast called the Tall Poison came down from the mountain.

So, we defeated it with a magic spear called Spear of Light , but it turned to ashes with a single blow, so we couldn't pick the material.

The two enchanted soldiers waited for their notes and answered one by one.