It's all one flower.

The information board on the fourth floor says "press floor".

Cruillo read it out and explained it to Morph.

"There may be food or futons because I have a regular late-night broadcast or an emergency broadcast of disaster or something to work overnight"

"Hmm?"

Unexpectedly listen back.

Cruillo, for a moment, clogged the words, but when he took one deep breath, he explained in a quiet voice.

"It's a proper bedding. Sleep in the futon, it's not cold."

The moment I heard it, the captain's expression got harsher.

Morph was anxiously driven to ask questions. My voice trembles a little.

"Phew... what is it, Maz?

"No. This is one of the branches of State Broadcasting."

Captain Solgnac smiles and shakes his head small.

Morph was a little relieved that it wasn't about the futon, but this made him a little embarrassed.

The captain doesn't mind the boy soldier, he keeps talking.

"Originally, we have to stay here to gather local information in an emergency. There's equipment for that."

Once there, hang up and wait for the two of you to react.

Cruillo notices first and speaks out as he thinks.

"State-owned broadcasting is a national agency, because building [exorcisms] and stuff are alive... I mean, all the officials said they went somewhere while they were alive...?

When I heard that, I noticed Morph too.

... There's no body. If magic is working, it's not a monster eaten wax.

"That's right. Perhaps he took orders before the air raid and left."

"Before? Not after?

To the captain's words, Cruillo tilted his neck.

"The fire was spared by magic, but the blast next door would have shattered the glass and left the desk alone."

"Ah..."

I remember the tragedy in the room, and the two of them were stunned.

... right. There were no traces of blood in the hallway. Nobody's hurt.

Morph realized it was easier to clean.

"But why? The police didn't know, so why did these people run off before the bombing?

"The guy at the bureau, he didn't know, so he was with us... no, he knew, so he prepared an evacuation bus?

Cruillo noticed along the way and frowned.

"We don't know how far the end cops and city officials have gotten information. But..."

Captain Solgnac continued with a small sigh (one).

"The upper management grasped it early. That's why we made the evacuation decision, ready and executed."

"I mean, a great guy or something ran away first, and for once, I tried to get away with the general public and the lower end too, but I didn't make it...... is that Cotto"

"I guess that's what you say."

The captain agreed to Cruillo's statement.

Morph doesn't know why.

The captain has been telling me for a long time, "If you don't know, ask him right away".

This time too, I put my doubts to my mouth.

"Why didn't you tell me on the radio, S.? Wouldn't it be a lot quicker to get out on your own than to get people together and then let them get away on the bus?

"Right. I don't even know why. All I know is the fact that a whole area around here has been completely abandoned."

… completely renounced.

Morph thinly thought so, but when I heard it from Captain Solniak's mouth again, I felt like I couldn't send him.

In the plan of the Star Road Prostitute Army, the Wizard kills by taking control of the main facilities and bureaus. Of the land people, the powerless people keep alive. If converted, they would be companions, but those who adhered to their faith in Fraxinus were to be martyred.

In order to colonize the inhabitants of Barack Street, he did not touch the residential districts of Seljevrou and Miech districts, but retained his stronghold with the insiders of Hidden Kirkurs.

Of course, the crackdown on government forces has been anticipated.

Keeping a powerless people alive is also to keep them hostage.

Even if the government forces found their stronghold, the entire city was not going to be burned down just because of localized fighting.

There is no way the country can abandon its people.

If that's what you think it is, it's an operation.

Cruello walked into the studio in front of him.

News manuscripts scatter on the desk. Captain Solgnac and Cruillo glanced all the way through.

Juvenile soldier Morph waits vigilantly in the hallway.

Slightly, I looked back in my footsteps.

They're about to come out shoving the manuscript into a shopping bag.

"I was hoping everyone would see it."

"This, the newest was before the air raid"

Wizard employee Cruillo said, tapping the bag gently.

The contents are probably about the attack by the Boy Soldiers Morphs, Star Way Prostitutes.

I'm interested in how it was interpreted by residents and the government on this side, but Morph himself is hard to read.

... Let the captain read it later.

The three of us explore each studio in alarm of the presence of demons and other intruders.

In case of sudden alarm, did you withdraw it in a confused state, or in a windowless soundproofing room, equipment such as microphones rolled over and manuscripts scattered across the floor.

Collect the manuscript and move it to the "editing room".

This one has suffered a blast and is in the same tragedy as the first floor.

Find the fridge in the corner of the room and wake it up with the captain and the morph.

Moving the small refrigerator, there was a chattering noise inside. When I opened the door, a sweet-smelling liquid poured out. The bottle broke and it looks terrible inside.

"The can's gonna be fine."

Cruillo cast a spell. Only clear water rises from the cloudy liquid that emits a sweet scent.

The water wrapped the can in the reservoir and floated in the universe swallowed it.

"Take it"

Cruillo told me, Morph rushed his hand into the water. For a moment in the cold, I hold my breath. I grabbed the can and quickly pulled my hand.

... It's not wet.

Not if you're surprised. The captain and I bag one can after another.

When he finished unplugging eleven bottles of can juice, Cruello threw the water out the broken window.

In the refrigerator, only a piece of glass remained.

"Is this for drinks only?"

Captain Solgnac groans and looks around the room.

Close the fridge, Cruillo said.

"If you have food, isn't it your personal desk or locker?

The desk blew up with a blast, and a big locker collapsed, unlikely to wake the three of us.

I gave up and moved to the next room.

Next door is the library, just files and books. Make sure people aren't lurking and move to the "inn".