It's all one flower.

"Septentorio, will you fight with us, Mr. Agoni?

How many times will this be?

A security guard at the laboratory is bowing his head to two lake people evacuated from the city of Zerneau.

It had been more than a month since the air raids of the Artel army following the terrorist attacks of the Star Way Prostitute Army.

The laboratory in this forest is the property of a pharmaceutical company in the medical industry city of Kulbunika.

Immediately after the air raid, a large number of people who knew this place were evacuated. Associates, their families, curse doctors (jokers), pharmacists (dullness) who have cooperated in research, and escorts who follow material collection.

Most of them [jumped] to cities in the north, as well as to the islands of Nemoralis and the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, relying on relatives, as soon as they had finished replenishing and resting here, such as food.

When interceptions by Nemoralis forces began and security was ensured in the northern part of Nenia, some people [jumped] to cities hit by air in order to rescue the victims.

Fellows of the powerless people and others drove around the west for the port of Topoli, northeast of the island of Nenia, from where they evacuated to the island of Nemoralis and elsewhere.

Right now, there are only two left here: the [blue one-wing] spelldoctor Septentorio and the funeral parlor Agoni.

The Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital, where Septentorio worked, was the target of terrorism and was chased in an air raid. Agoni was handling the bodies while fighting terrorists in a civic hospital.

"The Navy can't fight back because Lacrimaris is blocking the lake. I'm on the defensive side."

The guard talks about the war and begs (cancer).

Not all those who rescued or evacuated.

Some went to battle in the southern Republic of Artel.

There are also people in the private sector who work as security guards and demon exterminators, working to combat demons, such as [plummeting eagles (eagles)]. Craftsmen of [knitting reed cuts] and [flying eagles (taka)] can supply weapons.

Now they say they are breaking into Artel territory with [leaps] and so on and carrying out retaliatory attacks.

"I'm not asking you two directly to join the fight. I'd like you to treat the wounded at the base and offer your condolences to the victims of war."

The technique of the [blue one-wing] school, repaired by Septentorio, is primarily the magic of healing healing trauma. Agoni's [guiding white butterflies] include the cremation of bodies and the bridge of messages from the dead to the living.

Neither, directly, can fight, but is needed on the battlefield.

"Doctor, you're really lost, aren't you? Don't go to shelter rescue because you want to take revenge, you're ticklish here, aren't you?

The words of the guard change from pleading to pathetic questioning.

... I haven't heard any news on the radio in the last few days that they've intercepted the formation of the Artel army. Thanks to what they do?

The guards have not spoken of the contents of the operation.

Change people every time, visit here many times, just say you want me to join you.

Where and what are you willing to let the spelldoctor and the funeral parlor do?

Septentorio remembered a citizen who had recently evacuated from the city of Zerneau.

They were acting together with the fighters of the "Star Road Prostitute Army", a terrorist who burned the city. Probably still is.

I even stayed at Awellana, the pharmacist at Agate Hospital.

Kirkuls and wizards of the people of the lake. Perpetrators and victims of terrorism.

They said they were not supposed to be comfortable with each other, but they stayed together for nearly a month.

... I wonder what it was called a wind blow?

Even while Septentorio was blurring about that, the guards were overlapping words to persuade the two of them.

"They're just saying they're Nemoralis Fraxinus, and they're killing powerless people indiscriminately, too. Their doctrine has no wording for killing pagans. They're massacring innocent people indiscriminately."

"Do you think it's okay for us powerful people to be killed?

Funeral home Agoni pinched his mouth. There are dark lights in the green eyes.

The guard was shot in the eye and shut his mouth between the inches. Eventually he opens his mouth and argues.

"To save the Kirkurs of the Autonomous Region, they are doing something against their doctrine while declaring war as a place of faith. There is no justice in their fight, not only against us or against the standards of the world, but also against their own norms"

Septentorio looked again at the guards who spoke enthusiastically.

This is the fifth or sixth person.

He's a powerful land people, and he looks like he's in his mid-twenties. I don't know if it's a long-lived race, but I actually felt young because of the youth of the language.

"So, please, Dr. Spelldoctor, Mr. Agoni. Fight with me."

"... what are you doing and where are you going?

Septentorio opened his mouth for the first time today. No, I've done it without words to any of the messengers I've ever been to.

The color of joy spreads across the guard's face.

Eyes of the same colour as the hair fevered and poured into the people of the lake, Septentorio.

"We are destroying Artel military and government facilities and the Kirkulus Church in order to stop the Kirkulus atrocities. I need you both to back up on Lanterna Island."

"Like the Artel Army, you don't burn the whole city down, do you?

"We don't attack indiscriminately like that. You'll be like them."

The guard answered Septentorio's question with an uncomfortable face.