It's all one flower.

Leno looked up at the sky with a boy soldier grunt.

There are no clouds in the thin blue skies of winter, and the machine shadows are invisible.

Tis also kicks up, but can't seem to find anything.

The terrorist captain also turned his gaze to the boy soldier to see if there was nothing in the western sky.

The boy soldier's face stares at the other with a tense expression, not moving towards the northeast. The other terrorist and the boy in the backpack still consolidate in the same direction.

The four people lying under the tongue seemed to have already slept, not wandering into the voices of the boy soldiers.

You lost sight of the plane shadow, the three of you exhaled at the same time and turned this way.

"How many planes?

I look at the captain and say that the boy soldier has gone. An elderly terrorist answered instead.

"It's a long way off, and I didn't really see it, but it's more than ten planes, less than twenty."

"Really... in what direction?

"Looks like you went to Nemoralis Island."

To the words, Leno raised his voice unexpectedly.

"What? That's no way to get the capital..."

"I don't know that far."

The terrorist shook his head sideways.

If you don't know who you belong to, there is also the possibility of a defense force of the Republican Army of Nemoralis. But Leno couldn't cure the chest crash.

The boy whispered that he was searching for his luggage.

"Um, radio, I have... it's not good to wake you up, with a small sound..."

"You're amazing. I could have brought up so many things."

When Leno said in surprise, the boy shyly murmured, "Yep."

Juvenile soldiers and elderly terrorists pack up, and Leno, Tis, and the captain gently move to the side (by the side) of the radio boy.

A boy squeezed the volume knob before turning the radio on.

A small analog radio picks up the murmur. He turned the knob on the channel and lurked his breath to the polling station.

The noise is mixed with a slight voice.

As the boy stretched the antenna, he manipulated the knob even more carefully, matching the frequencies.

Unexpectedly, the announcer's pressing voice becomes clearer.

The six hardened themselves, killing their breath and listening.

"The Republic of Artel, which put up a crackdown on the autonomous region of Listwer and declared war on February 3 at 12 noon, announced its exit from the United Nations at 9 a.m. today. Bombings on Nemoralis Island are still ongoing and air raid warnings are being issued in the southeast of Nemoralis Island. All local residents, calm down and evacuate to the nearest underground trench."

This will be followed by successive readings of the methods of evacuation of the powerless people, the routes of evacuation and the names of acceptable facilities.

"Was it Artel's work..."

It also seemed surprising to the terrorist captain, whose later words would not follow.

... Why? Weren't they originally in the same country?

Do the inhabitants of the Artel region have no relatives or acquaintances on the islands on the lake?

"Why does the Kingdom of Lacrimalis look past the passage of space?

The captain whines as he listens to the radio.

"But I know who the enemy army is and what it's all about. He said it was like protecting the Autonomous Communities, and now the Autonomous Communities are the safest, aren't they?

Leno spoke of his thoughts.

The captain asks the radio owner.

"Boy. What station is this?

"... it's a national broadcast"

"At first glance, it seems to be disseminating fair and accurate information, something that only gives information in line with the country's intentions. The Nemoralis government will hide any information that is detrimental to them, and from now on, they will be able to pass information on to Dawn of War."

The captain spoke faintly, nodding at the radio owner's answer.

"But I don't..."

The captain raised one hand and took control of what Leno had to say.

"Regardless, it was the people who turned that way when they circulated the lie information. It would be mainly true to flush. But do you think, for example, that they would report sending Nemoralis troops to the autonomous communities that caused the war and were carrying out ethnic cleansing?

"It's..."

Leno said, "The captain went on.

"Even if we do not send troops, we can also fully consider the possibility that residents outside the Autonomous Communities will mob 'because of you' and raid the Autonomous Communities. Didn't I?"

Again, I was asked, and the photo of the fire I saw on the extra crossed my brain.

Besides, it is obvious that if we circulate information that could be interpreted in this context as "it was the Listver Autonomous Region that became a war", we would put the Autonomous Region at risk.

There is no way that a great government or state-run broadcaster could have noticed what the bakery said.

If the government directly, hangs on to crushing the autonomous communities, it will be subject to international condemnation. The rebellion of neighbouring countries with a high number of Kirkurs, especially the Republic of Lanista, will be imperative.

This brief report showed a clear intention not to send troops and to stifle the inhabitants.

When Leno shut up, the captain asked the radio owner.

"Do you have extra batteries?

"No, the last two."

"For the time being, I would only mention the air raid alarm. You should take it off. After that, it would be a good operation to put it on just in time and say that if there is no new information, we will turn it off immediately"

As the captain put it, the announcer of the national broadcast from earlier on simply repeatedly reads out shelter information on the island of Nemoralis.

When the boy turned off the radio, the captain looked around and said five.

"As planned for today, let's rest here. If we start moving like this, we'll just destroy ourselves."

Indeed, we do not know what is safe on the island of Negna, so we will wander about.

Getting away from the river Njefried and along the canal will also make it more difficult to secure food. No, if anything happens to the lake people's pharmacists, they'll get hungry.

Another wizard, Cruillo, is familiar with machines but not very good at magic. After that, they are all powerless people.

As the terrorist captain put it, I felt like the best thing to do for today was to rest here and get two wizards to recover their strength, their strength.