It's all one flower.

Footsteps rush over to the convoy. Alone.

"Um, excuse me. I just want you to tell me..."

The Lord of Footsteps was a young witch earlier.

After the song earlier, the little flaming pimples that were everywhere and the wounds stabbed with some fragment in the explosion disappeared.

... the wizard is a piece of shit!

Morph scratched his own skin and was driven by the urge to undo the wound.

I can't make burns because I don't have a fire. I gave up and turned my attention outside.

"Um, just now there, I heard the lake was sealed off..."

"Yeah, there may still be terrorists lurking, and they'll smell death and gather demons."

One of the police officers responds politely.

"Um, me, my family's a fisherman, maybe, evacuated by boat, but can't the boat go back to port either?

"We've had quite a bit of harbor equipment, too. I don't think it's gonna be easy to get home."

"Um, so, what happens to fishing boats?

"Unless we were forced to land, we would have probably evacuated to the port of Masrina City, but for how many minutes (something), the information was complicated, and for sure..."

To the police officer's seemingly sorry explanation, the young witch's sinking voice plungingly disappeared, thanking her as she had done.

Star Road Prostitutes smuggled a large number of [Sucker (Cuma) stone boards (Sukiban)] from the Artel Republic via third countries. The plan is to sink [stone slabs] from the shoreline at regular intervals, control the harbour, and seal off water transport.

A Magic Machine ship does not sink, but loses its magic and propulsion.

If you are a small fishing boat, you may also lose [exorcism] etc. when you approach the harbor, which can feed on demons.

... look at Zamar.

Boy soldier Morph laughed spiralling the dismay of the young witch.

Morph generation autonomous community people don't know the taste of fish.

The shore of the lake is an industrial zone and is off-limits except for workers. I can't fish. The powerless people alone could not think of anything like floating boats on the lake to fish.

... but we need to get out of here somehow. They put me in the magic room like this, and I can't do anything about it.

Morph saw Captain Solniak.

I'm still meditating. I thought about it a little bit, thought through it and called out.

"Captain... What are we going to do now?

"If they can afford it, they will be sentenced to justice, possibly the death penalty for the crime of disturbance, or life imprisonment for a young person. You are still a minor. He will be sent to the facility to re-educate us for the reason that he participated in the battle."

The captain opened his eyes and turned to the boy soldier and answered.

Quiet eyes are blue as calm as the lake of Nagi.

"If they can't afford it, they won't take those steps and they'll kill you to show off. Are you scared?

"No. It's just..."

"Just what?

"I regret that I can't avenge the wizard any more"

Juvenile soldier Morph clenched his fist so hard that his fingertips grew white.

The captain eased his cheeks and continued his words with dripping eyes.

"Was your wish for revenge? If that wish comes true, you say you don't spare your life?

"Of course (of course) sss. I can't live long anyway. It's such a garbage town that I can't stand to live long. The wizards can't just push us in there and live on their own. If you're gonna die anyway, let the wizard blow you a bubble, sss."

"... sorry"

I bow my head so that the captain can item to the boy soldier, who spoke enthusiastically with an invincible grin. Morph looked at the captain in surprise.

"I'm sorry. As long as we don't make it, you young people can't even dream of happiness."

"What, hey, captain?

The boy soldier looks around at the other crew in a hurry.

The adults laid everyone's eyes down and no one put out a help boat to Morph.

A painful silence descends into the car.

The former truck driver raised his face and turned to the Civil Hospital. I can just see the metal walls, but the old man said looking far away.

"Boy, do you have any dreams about eating a delicious mon?"

"I don't know that."

"What do you mean you don't know?

"I ate something delicious."

"I thought I'd try the same mon this guy is eating... hey"

"Hey."

"... right"

He smiled powerlessly at the boy soldier who responded instantly, and his former driver leaned down.

The wind did not hit, but there was no heating and the convoy was shiny and cold.