It's all one flower.

Shortly after Captain Solniak gave the order, the water wall went low.

Trying to get in, the crew stops moving and looks near the ceiling.

"... would you dump the gun in the water?

To the call of the curse doctors of the people of the lake, the star road prostitutes smiled sarcastically.

If you don't throw down your gun, I won't tell you what to do.

To a familiar voice, an elderly soldier gazes across the wall.

Slightly lower does not change the turbidity of the water. It's no different than a nightmare, like rubble flowing through a concrete wall.

We cannot stop until we have achieved our purpose more than we have armed bees.

... Cotto has already moved. We're the only ones who've surrendered, and we can't stop now.

Another three squadrons raided the next police station.

Pulling the trigger is faster than casting a spell.

A powerful magician capable of constantly activating a robust [armor] that can prevent bullets is assigned to the army, not the police.

The brave army won when the cops said they weren't coming to the hospital to help. The police station would be a sea of blood by now. You must be taking weapons and supplies. In the meantime, they'll join us.

"If you don't obey, what are you going to do?

Captain Solgnac throws an inquiry back across the wall.

You didn't think that far, there was no answer. Instead, whine about something in a language you're unfamiliar with. It was just before this operation began that the elderly prostitute taught that it was a "powerful word" to exercise magic.

The water wall curves in a mess.

Ashes in the water wind up in a vortex and pull over to the corner. The debris also flowed in the same direction and was thrown out into the corner of the office. They drain on it and form mountains while they see the ashes that descend.

The color of the wall diminished and the other side seemed clear.

Blue and white light, plug in.

There are two who stand before the wall.

A curse doctor and a funeral parlor. The people of the lake both have a dark colour of fatigue.

The water became cloudy and the walls that separated him from me became clear.

"Are you going to stick it out to the police?

Captain Solgnac asked overlapping.

Neither of the two wizards thinly perceived the state of the police station or answered that. I looked in turn at the face of the star path prostitute.

"The police, too, should have had a separate unit by now."

said Medvege, a former truck driver.

Nobody lets go of a gun that's out of ammo.

If you hit him before he casts a spell, he might have a winning eye.

... at least one shot at being pushed away with water.

One of the prostitutes bites his lip.

"No matter what, do you fight?

The spelldoctor spoke out in a sighing mix. No one answers.

The funeral parlor keeps an eye on the boy soldier.

"You even pulled me out of here with these kids."

"I'm not forced to fight. Think for yourself. Stay here!

Juvenile soldier Morph responded instantly.

"You will not know the civil war ahead. Corner, I was born in a time of peace, why is this..."

"Peace? You're here in Wristver. I can tell you that from Cotto Hey!

It blocked the voice of the green-haired curse doctor and the boy soldier screamed.

"You don't know how miserable our lives are!

"I'm sure you don't."

The funeral parlor said, "What's wrong with that?"

The boy soldier speaks even more absurdly.

"Even if you work hard, they buy you cheap and your salary is a sparrow tear! Guys who are all poor and can't even buy water have to drink cloudy, soggy muddy water. So if you get sick, you don't get hung up by a doctor and die."

"If the average life expectancy is short, I know. Because it's a neighborhood with only a permanent race..."

The spelldoctor's voice trembles and the water wall swings.

Anger rises in the face of the prostitute.

"No matter how hard you try, you can't get out of poverty all the time"

"Spelldoctor, you used to help me, but my wife and kid died while I was in the hospital."

Medvege, a former truck driver, spoke pale over himself.

The spelldoctor's agitation shakes the water wall loudly.

"Do you know why we're poor, Spelldoctor?

A courageous soldier, older than that day and with white objects mixed in his hair, questions the benefactor of his life.

The same young spelldoctor as that day shook his head faintly to the side.

"Because you call us the powerless people and you treat them like cattle."

"No. That's..."

"That's not true. Our city hasn't been rebuilt yet."

The former driver continued pale, not letting everyone say the words of his benefactor.