It's all one flower.

The second stood by Leno and Captain Solgnac, and nothing happened, taking over the watch to the third boy soldier Morph and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana.

Rub your sleepy eyes and replace Leno and the place.

The bakery young man pinched the bread fabric a little at the counter, but soon finished the work and dived into the bed of the chair where his sister sleeps.

The front door is broken and open. The third two stood at the door and looked out softly.

In the implantation of the central separation zone of the driveway, the burnt street trees looked shadowy black.

Exhale receives starlight and brings the outline to light.

Beyond the street trees, the ruins lit the moon and the stars, lying like illusions in the darkness.

Various cluttered things move around in that sight.

Whether to greed the thoughtless thoughts of those who died in the air raid, or when the Miscellaneous Demon found something, he was dumb enough to gather, fold, and contend in the place.

Even in the dark, you can clearly see the Miscellaneous Demon.

Miscellaneous demons are not things in this world.

It is not the naked eye, but the spiritual vision that perceives it, so it can be clearly seen even in the darkness.

Awellana looked away from the nearby Miscellaneous Demon and turned her gaze south.

The Kublum Mountains can be seen beneath the night sky, and the clouds over the mountains are bordered white by moonlight.

Sad to see it that far. Everything that everyone in the city has worked so hard to build over the past thirty years has been lost in an instant.

Tomorrow, it's gonna rain.

"How do you know such a thing? Is that magic, too?

I didn't expect a response, but the boy soldier responded with a quick question. Curious or hungry for knowledge?

Awellana replied, paying attention to the mountains that could be found on the other side of the debris.

"I just read the sky."

"Read the sky?

"My father and brother and all my other relatives are fishermen, so I can read about weather changes in the rules of thumb. Predict not by magic, but by the accumulation of knowledge and experience. Looks like the way you do weather forecasts in civilized countries."

"... Weather Forecast"

"Well, the magic of saying so... [Flying Swallow (Swallow)] If the school wizard uses the technique, he'll know for sure."

Juvenile soldier Morph quietly gazes into the mountains, inquisitive of the answer of the people of the lake.

Awellana says nothing and reads the movement of the clouds across the southern mountains.

... Looks like you'll be down tomorrow at lunch or about evening.

The sky around here is still bright and blinking with stars.

Don't worry if it rains here.

It was sunny for a while and the air was completely dry. I'd appreciate it if you came down a little bit.

"How do you read the sky? If it's not magic, can I do it?

A boy soldier asked the pharmacist of the lake. It's like a petition.

... Is he a kid who couldn't go to school properly?

"It's not magic, so if you remember properly, anyone can do it."

"Hmmm......"

The boy soldier shut up. To boulders (that's right), victims of terrorism... no, I guess it's resistant to beg a green-haired wizard to teach.

Even if they begged me to teach, Awellana had no obsession whatsoever with a taste of my father's vengeance, and was not confident that I would be taught slowly over time.

Awellana turned her eyes back to the ground.

As always, the miscellaneous demon seeps out of ruins, rubble gaps, and so on.

The group flows down the boulevard like a river. Miscellaneous demons that have just arisen are indeterminate in shape. Crawl from west to east, mingling with other individuals.

... over there, something?

Awellana gazed eastward.

There are just a few ruins and a pile of completely collapsed debris.

"Coming..."

Turn around with Morph's faint voice. Boy soldiers don't move with their faces to the west.

Awelana also saw the end of the road leading west.

There's nothing here.

There's nobody here.

I gaze into the darkness, but I see nothing.

Look up to heaven.

The stars blinked unchanged, and there was no moon.

Again, look back west.

The darkness just spreads like it was anointed with black ink.

I don't see starshadows, moonlighted paths or debris.

I haven't seen one cluttered demon that looked so lively until just now.

I looked east.

The same sight as earlier spreads.

Miscellaneous demons who greed something in the middle of the driveway deliberately wave from west to east.

When I realized, my eyes were covered in darkness.

I don't know if I have eyes open or closed.

Awellana raised her right hand to face height. Spicy. I can see the shape.

I received a [light] leaking from under my desk and it was only (not) bright under my feet.

There's a dark mass in front of me.

... this is...?

Finally I realize, my palpitations get worse.

Awellana closed her eyes and exhaled thinly and slowly. Hold your breath for a few seconds and open your eyes as you inhale slowly.

I should have raised my eyelids, but it was dark.

The darkness was so intense that I could reach out and grab it.

... Dark Chunks...?

Sure, there is.

Stick around, but I don't know the shape. It's a darkness.

I didn't get the evil impression that too much had paralysed my senses. Well, this doesn't make it look like a sacred thing.

Where there is no connection between righteousness and evil, it just exists.

It seemed that way to Awellana.

When I realized how long I had seen it that way, there was no lump of darkness and the moonlight lit up the city of ruins.

There are no demons.

In the silence that was going to hurt my ears, only Awellana, the people of the lake, and Morph, the boy soldier, were in the queue.