It's all one flower.

Demon soldier Rubel was disappointed to hear the news on the radio.

I know why Hunan Economic Newspapers weren't at the store this morning, but in this time of year, I don't know when the rotating machine's parts will be replaced.

The Hunan economy has its headquarters in foreign countries and has a neutral article on the war between Nemoralis and Artel.

Rubel was trying to figure out what the right information was compared to his own reports.

... Oh, my God. I can't help it. I'm not a machine fixer because I'm worried about Udauda.

While discouraged by the inconvenience of the machine, he also sympathized. The hardest part would be someone from the newspaper.

Today at the beginning of the nonstop, we were scheduled to board the ship again in an alternation starting this afternoon.

For a while now, the air on the base has been lukewarm because the air raids have stopped. Rubel was also feeling somewhat relaxed.

... Artel's attack can be prevented by a demon asthma cannon.

My morning appointment crumbled and I got out of hand as soon as I could.

I catch my eye on a fuzzy little article. It's a charity bazaar announcement. It's a park in the neighborhood of the base, and they're hosting it from yesterday until the end of the week.

Returning before lunch, he obtained permission to go out, and Rubel, a demon-mounted soldier, headed to the park with a finished book.

It was spring and the faces of the city's people were brightened.

People who have fled from Nenia alone become a little more hungry with wild grass and so on.

With the action of the Demon Asthma Artillery, the air strike was almost worrisome, and the army began to manpower the Crusade of the Warcraft.

... Later, I hope the great people of the country say, "No more, it's no use fighting" and let Artel stop the war.

We fought in the name of saving the Kirkurs in the Ristover Autonomous Region, but only burned down the northern half of the island of Nenia in an air raid, after which there was no tone out.

Negotiations may continue between governments under the water, but it was honest that I wanted it to just be concluded.

Prices are rising because of the war.

If the people of Rubels are powerful, they will have their magic caged in the [Crystal of Magic] to pay for. But the powerless people had limits on cash and exchanges. Burned people are nothing.

Just a handful, such as industries that make money from war special needs. More shops have been driven into bankruptcy and out of business, mainly on the island of Negna.

There was an increase in personal sales and crime.

There is a crowd (one person) in the bazaar that brought the replacement. It's not a big park. Rubel took a slow look around.

"It's going to be hot, and you're going to need summer clothes."

"Hmmm...... well, I could have donated it anyway, fine"

A woman in a man's booth who replaces dishes with thin pieces. In the mouthpiece of the store owner, they usually don't match value and don't respond to replacement.

Half of the replacement will be taken home by the store owner, but the other half will be donated. Similar exchanges are taking place everywhere.

The headquarters tent also accepted direct donations. A fundraiser is placed on the long desk, and the staff can also be seen sorting donations in the back.

Rubel couldn't find anything in particular she wanted and approached the tent to donate the book she had brought in for replacement.

"Is that true? There's no spills."

"I don't know if it's true..."

Staff are obsessed with talking to each other, doing sorting work in the back, and don't notice Rubel. I wondered what you were talking about, and stood ear to ear without speaking.

"'Cause if it was a false alarm, it would be a company crushing level of gaseneta"

"So, you really think so?

The blonde staff questioned the description of the brunette staff with suspicion.

"Which newspaper would want such a knack?

"It's the Hunan Economic Newspaper. Lacrimaris' is coming out first, so yesterday, the club over there made a scene."

The organizer of the bazaar is the Fraxinus faithful association. They must have come from a temple somewhere in the Funalis Islands.

... Hunan Economy?

The Nemoralis branch was unable to publish this morning's newspaper due to a rotating machine malfunction.

"Um... sorry"

"Ah! Excuse me. Are you a donor?

The blonde staff turns a loving smile and rushes back to the reception.

Rubel asked, placing the manuscript on the long desk.

"The Hunan Economic Newspaper has a broken wheelbarrow and there is no newspaper this morning. What did it say?

"Uh... Um..."

I asked thoughtfully, but the blonde staff doesn't answer with her face drawn together. I let my eyes swim and looked back at my partner.

The dark-haired staff flattens her shoulders.

"Anyway, you're gonna be on it when the machine's fixed, right? Fine."

The blonde staff pointed the bewildered face at the redhead donor.

Now Rubel is in private clothes, and at first glance I don't know him as a soldier. But even if I didn't look particularly scared, I felt intimidated because of the strength of the magic I was born with. "I'm not scared of my face, but I'm scared of something," he even flirted.

Now, that intimidation helped.

The blonde staff invited Rubel and whispered, "But now please just talk about it here," he prefaced, earring.

"A great man at Artel said, 'The Devil's Asthma is a magical creature'. I'm talking about people who aren't wizards, so I'm eyebrow spitting (mayutsuba)..."

Rubel breathed and took a serious look at the staff's eyes.

He doesn't look like he's lying. No, he himself was swayed by the perplexity that he wanted the information to be a lie.

"... well. Thanks."

Rubel graciously left the scene.

I don't know where I went through to get back to base. If you noticed, you were on board wearing military uniforms.

I don't even know what I had for lunch, but I'm not hungry. For once, I guess I put it in my belly.

I received [flower ears] from the alternates and wore them on my collar. Drop the soldier off duty and the ship moves.

Rubel drove the extra thought out of his head, pulling his mind together and chanting the spell in good spirits.

"Hazardous Predator Eye of the Bee Horned Eagle (Bee Bear) Capturing the Enemy Escape the Enemy Eye of the Bee Horned Eagle (Bee Bear)"

Air defense by demonic asthma cannons hangs on sentinels by Rubel and other [Flying Bee Horn Eagle (Bee Bear)] scholars.

Expanded vision was directed in the direction of the field.