It's all one flower.

The exterminated church of St. Album awaits the Barbatum Federation Army and three members of the Artel Army Special Operations Group.

The elderly priest and Barbatum army private who discovered the magic power squat down with their knees on the floor of the communication vehicle. None of the Correspondents speak as one. Barbarians don't seem to know what to do with them.

The two reporters and the Luberon exterminators were put in a covered troop carrier with Barbatum soldiers.

The biggest shopping mall in Album is just down the road. Military vehicles and containerized residential units line the parking lot.

There are only a few general customers' cars in the distant section.

The 171st and 172nd detachments of the Barbatum Federation Army Special Support Unit for the Extermination of the Devil and Beast dispatched to St. Album's Church and the Communications Support Unit park in place.

With a roll call, Rubel could return without missing a single person. Soldiers scatter to their places with reports, maintenance, and equipment replenishment.

As Rubel sees it, a squadron of Barbatum Federation Army troops is stationed in this shopping mall.

"I want you to wait in this car."

The former Sergeant, who was sent to St. Album's Church to lead the squad, drove the Rubells into another troop carrier and ran to the Operations Command Vehicle.

The trucks were loaded with Rubel, Lieutenant Razzutchik, a demonic beast exterminator dressed as a demonic beast exterminator, and a young man with a spell. Quaesitl, a freelance journalist who hired these four as escorts, interpreters and guides. Three people whose magic power was discovered... a priest of St. Album's Church, a specialist in the international section of the Starlight newspaper headquarters, and a young private of the Barbatum Federation Army.

Oriol, the leader of the Nemoraris Strike Corps, broke up after leaving the downtown Chernocnyjnik.

Second Lieutenant Razzutchik said in Hunanese that he had bought from the pocket money of the former sergeant in front of the exterminator.

When the captain comes back, he'll buy the herbs for me.

Can I see it?

“I think it's easier not to touch him until he gets back.”

”Ahh... if you say it was a [Unlimited Bag], I'll be damned.”

The exterminator looked grudgingly at the four swollen cash register bags and clawed his hand.

There are two bags of forty-five liters of garbage inflated beside each of the exterminator girl and the young man who used the spell. It seems that all the contents are medicinal herbs that can be used as wound medicine.

The spellcaster silently moves his hand and removes the cotton bug from the herb and puts it in another bag.

A specialist of the Starlight newspaper asked an older priest in a common language.

“What is he doing?”

"Unfortunately, I don't have any knowledge of magic pills... could you teach me if it doesn't interfere?"

The priest in his clothes replied to the commissioner with a troubled face and called out to him in Hunanese.

"I'm taking cotton bugs."

Mushiwata?

The commissioner relentlessly repeated the Hunanese word.

"It was made by insects to survive the winter, and I am away at this time of year. It's going to be another magic pill, so I'll split it up.”

"Um, um, if you don't mind, can I help you myself?"

The private shouted in horror.

The spellbreaker stopped his hand and looked at the young Barbatum.

"If you're not being scolded by your boss, go ahead."

"Well, magic power... worst of all, I'm... leaving you here... if you can teach me how to earn my living here, I'm sorry I can't give you anything."

The voice of a young soldier squeezing out his spellcaster's eyes tended to tremble.

The commissary looks at the two with an expressionless look.

"I'll throw the withered part in this bag. I will put the insect cotton in this bag. We talk about information as a salary for our work.”

When the spellcaster answered in the same language as the textbook, the private moved to his side with a quick maneuver. The Exterminator sent an untouched bag to the private as the spellcaster greeted him.

Isn't she going to help you?

“It's a division of labor. She pulls together and fetches the magic water at the end. I can't use that magic."

The private shrank as he heard about the magic, but pulled his jaw small and opened the mouth of the garbage bag. The spellcaster briefly explains the procedure and resumes his work.

A freelance journalist, Quaesitl, filmed some of the movies on a tablet device.

A middle-aged man with a ranking stamp of the former sergeant and warrant officer climbed onto a covered loading platform.

"Reporting to Fligs base headquarters."

The lieutenant briefly declares and glances at the Private who stood up and saluted. The person in charge of this garrison silently turned away and sat down next to the priest in plain clothes.

A transport truck runs east through the city of Album to the Friggs base, halfway between the capital of the Republic of Artel and Rufus.

The truck stopped and the first sergeant urged to get off.

Brand new building on your doorstep. The Artel government forced the budget to twist and rebuilt the base that someone destroyed in an instant.

I had seen Rubell through the Magic Artillery, but I had never visited it in person.

Second Lieutenant Razzutchik packed the demonic Aurora gun into the [Servant's Cage] and brought it here, but he looked around unusually with the look of his first visit.

"No shooting inside the base."

The former sergeant pierced two reporters with a nail.

Sentinels armed with automatic guns salute the Barbatum soldiers. There were no physical examinations, and Rubells and outsiders passed through the front door.

The lieutenant entered the conference room on the second floor in a familiar fashion.

It's not an operational conference room, it's an ordinary conference room. A long folding desk is placed in the center, surrounded by pipe chairs.

The white wall is probably because of the projector.

I've brought in a private with magical powers and a witness.

The Chief Warrant Officer salutes at the door and returns to duty.

In the upper seat, there is a face that Rubel slammed into his head. This is Commander Rustertle, leading the Special Support Unit for the Extermination of the Beast. I saw it on the news of the Hikaruno Sword Award ceremony at the Rufus Trail Church. Chief Officer of the Barbatum Federation Army sent to the Republic of Artel.

... what are you thinking of doing with a "foreigner with armed force" so easily?

The wizard's physical examination was pointless, but I wondered if the Commander needed to hear it face-to-face.

Next to the right is a soldier with a badge (patch) of the Army Artel versus the Demon Beast Special Operations Group, and next to the left is Zayetz in working clothes. Zayetz was summoned because he was a member of the Diet of the Aether Republic, or as a craftsman of the Milky Way, or both. In front of Zayetz, a sword of light lay down.

Please take a seat of your choice.

Commander Rustartl speaks in a common language. Just talking normally is an intimidating voice.

The Private sat down in his seat of thought and settled on the last remaining seat.