It's all one flower.

The border between the sky and the lake is white, and the light of today is spreading.

On a small island on the lake, ravens (crows) roar, and sparrows roar (not even).

The dark blue sky diminishes from the bottom and the stars disappear. At the same time as the glow belonging to the night, the miscellaneous demons born on earth melted and collapsed and disappeared.

Roark now finally thought, "Thank God". Power falls out of my whole body, and I'm about to fall as it is. I put my strength into my legs and managed to support my body.

The eastern end of the Njefried Canal.

As far as I can see, it's a burn, and there's no such thing as a living and moving person.

The lake is calm as if nothing had happened, but there is not a single ship.

The city, which was attacked by air over terrorist sabotage, was transformed into a burning land.

Smoke (dull) smoke everywhere, but the combustible material burned out coarsely.

The only remaining foundation was black coal (soot), and there must have been a lot of household goods and equipment in the house and company, but there was not one left.

Everything was lost, both in the lives of several families and in the jobs of many companies and shops.

Human damage would still be better around here for the residents evacuated in the terrorist attacks earlier.

If we survive in a place of refuge, there may come a day when we can go back and rebuild.

Rourke turned his gaze to the north bank of the Njefried Canal.

This neighborhood must have been a warehouse district.

Now, nothing.

Looks like there was some kind of big building. There's just traces.

The locks walked all night and arrived here.

Shortly after the junction was broken in the brawl, he was led by an employee of the wizard.

There was no one else I could count on, and I followed him with the intention of depositing my life with him. Kicked the Miscellaneous Demon with the [exorcism] talisman. From behind, a pharmacist (dull) can be heard casting some spell.

About how long I walked, the magic of [Crystal] ran out, and the mischievous demon of the goer came at me without escaping.

"Give it to me."

I gave him the talisman as the employee told me.

Touching the hands of the wizard's employees, the talisman regained its power.

Roark instead held the employee's sister and walked right behind him.

Relying on the starlight and the flames of fire that linger everywhere, and the pearlescent light emitted by the [exorcism] talisman, I went out to the estuary about the time the eastern sky was white.

There are only ten people who have made it this far.

Roark, an employee, an employee's sister, a Lake People's Pharmacist (dull), a girl called Pina, Pina's brother and sister, a terrorist captain, an elderly terrorist, a terrorist boy soldier.

There are no cops, no bus drivers, no aunts handing out candy, no middle school students.

By the way, I didn't expect terrorists to follow me, but there was nothing Roark could do about it.

Brighter, the menace of the Miscellaneous Demon left, but the concerns of the air raid rose again.

I do not know for what purpose the army in which country carried out the air raid.

From above, the survivors thus consolidated would be good targets. But there was nowhere to hide.

The bridge has also been destroyed here and cannot be crossed to the Seljebro district on the north bank.

Just across the street, the Seljevrou district is also a burning field.

Roark was on his way.

Out of no-one, I walked all the way out to the fishing port.

This place is also a ruin with no sign of people.

Not a single ship.

Did you evacuate everything or were you sunk in an air raid?

A wave blown by the wind quietly washes the damaged shoreline. Where it was fish processing plants and fish markets, the remaining iron columns of baking were bent like candy.

The Pharmacist of the people of the lake speaks a whispering, powerful word.

A spell I've heard several times, but Roark doesn't know what the trick is.

"What? That? Why?"

A pharmacist stepped out of a damaged shoreline and peered into the lake.

"What's going on?

My sister, holding hands with the employee, asks as she approaches.

The faces of the people of the lake who turned around were pale.

"The water... doesn't get up."

"What? [Fuck the water] Can't you?

A terrorist captain stood beside the three men and pointed to the lake.

"On the first day, a separate team sank the [Stone Plate (Sukiban) of the Consumer Demon (Shima)]. Around here, any sorcery is disabled. Unless you have more powerful magic than a stone slab."

"You're a Kirkulus, but you use magic tools? Is that an ant?

Employees laugh bitterly.

No hatred, no hostility. It's a purely frightened face.

The captain also answers with a smile.

"Even though you're a wizard, you worked in a factory that makes machines, right?

"Hmm? Oh, well... haha. Is that what you're saying?"

My sister looked up at my brother and tilted her neck.

An employee pulls her sister's hand and leaves the lake shore. And the Pharmacist of the people of the lake, who gave up, and the captain of the terrorists, departed.

While walking, the employee utters words to no one.

"I burned everything around here, and even here, there's nothing I can do about it"

"Yeah. Right."

A young man in an apron hammers.

"Why don't you walk along the canal and look for where the bridge's left off?

"Take a little rest and you'll be able to cross it with surgery."

A word from a pharmacist (dull) brightens everyone's face. But I couldn't think of a place to rest safely, and I was immediately on my knees.

I don't know where to go, but I'm on the national highway somehow.

Rubble and ash blocked the road, and not a single car.

A dark-brown-haired girl groaned.

"What about the basement?

"That's it! The basement! Let's go to some store or company basement."

A young apron holding hands strokes the girl's hair.

The girl smiled at her brother with a slightly proud face, and the same smile at her sister holding the other hand.