It's all one flower.

A girl from the Lake People sings a song with a smooth (relaxing) atmosphere in a language that Morph doesn't know. Boy soldier Morph turned his eyes to see incredible things to the green-haired witch.

Morph was slammed against the inner wall and cut in the mouth as the convoy rolled over. Bruising all over makes me feel bumpy.

As the song progresses, the taste and pain similar to the iron rust (Tetsuba) spreading in the mouth diminishes and disappears somewhere in the body.

The singing ended in about five minutes.

Take a sober peek at the others.

The men whose glass was stabbed disappeared as if the wound had been wiped away.

A boy or girl who appears to have broken a bone is squatted (groaned) on the ground, or laid down and subjected to first aid by a policeman. The heavily injured adults were also handled by the better.

The star path prostitutes were equally handled.

A slightly injured prostitute looks at the scene.

The surrounding fires do not show decay, and every time the wind changes direction, hot air blows in.

Well, if you get too close to the canal, there is fear of being dragged into the demon.

The three sides are the flames, ahead are the demonic nest-eating canals, and over the sky are bombers of unknown nationality.

There is no escape anywhere.

Juvenile soldier Morph saw the situation in a quiet mood.

It doesn't bother me now that my wounds have been healed by the magic of scratches.

I didn't give up everything.

It was just weird.

Not only police officers, but residents, don't have the hassle of not knowing that the Morphs burned the city of Zerneau and killed many.

... Why, heal it? Why are you even helping us?

If I had left the escort car door closed, it would have been steamed. But the police department clerk solved the magic of the door.

There is only one lake people on this occasion who whisper their thanks and give something to the boy of the land people.

As soon as the boy received it, the girl of the people of the lake fell to collapse. The boy hastily held him up, but he was relaxed and unresponsive.

"Uh, that, I just ran out of magic, so give me a break"

An employee of the land people wearing blue swordfish explains to the wolf boy.

The boy compared the blonde employee to the people of the lake.

"... or I'm already murky too!

A blonde employee defeats a magically supported water wall against a flame. White smoke rose and just a little flame receded. It's not gunpowder, it's a fueled bomb, it still won't go away.

"Put your stuff on a pillow and put him to sleep."

Saying, the employees place the bag that the people of the lake hung on their shoulders under their green heads.

As the boy took his hands off the fearful lake people, the employee lowered his hips beside the girl. A 10-year-old girl with a blanket on her lap buried her face in her chest. The employee hugged the girl and slapped her back gently and gave her up.

Morph remembered my mother.

I haven't seen each other in a long time since I started attending rallies.

... Sister, are you still alive?

I looked around and the star path prostitutes, four of them safe and two seriously wounded. Three cops are safe and two are seriously injured. The inhabitants don't know how many were originally, but fifteen or six are moving and eight are seriously injured. There are many boys and girls of the same age as Morph.

The ones who are not here are those who were cut off in the first bombing and those who are so serious that they cannot even move.

How many more will survive who have been able to escape from the car?

Safe with the prostitutes were Captain Solniak and the former truck driver, the old soldier who taught me how to assemble the gun, and the boy soldier Morph.

Now he avoids the flames and becomes one with the inhabitants.

"Officer, the bridge, I can't cross it, and you need to rest in preparation for the night"

One of the residents told the police officer supporting the water wall.

The fuel from the bomb and the flammable materials in the building continue to burn hard.

In the middle of the four-lane road, there is also a breathless hot air.

Safe people cover their noses and mouths with sleeves, mufflers, handkerchiefs, etc. to protect themselves from airway burns. It'll only be to the point of rest, but it'll be better than nothing.

... are you going to live to night like this?

Morph stares at the inhabitants when he says he's a tough guy.

An explosion broke out and the flames swelled. A few people who stood are blown for a few meters towards the canal.

Morph covered his face with both arms, lowering his posture and protecting himself from the blast. I fell, but no major injuries.

Another bomber, rolling into the driveway, looking up at the sky.

I don't see a machine shadow in the black smoke gap.

"I guess I set the gas on fire and the car blew up"

Captain Solniak said as he woke up.

Fragments wrapped in fire descend one after another.

The conscious rose up in awe and left the heart.

A policeman holds the wounded and travels close to the canal. The minor injured also helped.

The captain will help, so will the boy soldier Morph.

While helping, Morph put an armband on the path of the holy star, and a prostitute who killed the wizard until just a couple of days ago, was not surprised to help rescue him.

... why are you bothering to do this?

I was magically healed of wounds on my own.

A girl from the lake who didn't even know about this one and made a friendly push is now lost her mind and in the arms of the boy soldier Morph.

Throw it in the canal and you can stab the todome easily.

Such an idea blurred his head, but Morph lay a witch in front of the canal.

A boy of the land people pinches his luggage under his green head.

Other wizards...... police officers and employees, they're tired and can't use magic.

Now, you won't even beat a wizard. It's easy to kick into the flames. But the star path prostitutes, no one did.

A prostitute wearing the armband of the Holy Mark of Kirkulus, "The Way of the Holy Stars," a wizard, and the land people of the Fraxinus, unite themselves.

There is nothing but the crying of a child and the voice of an adult who forgives it.

The Star Way Prostitute didn't have a bomber.

I don't even think that the government forces of the Republic of Nemoralis will air raid its own territory.

... Where the hell did you get all this shit?

Boy soldier Morph glanced at the sky covered in black smoke but found no answer.