It's all one flower.

"How could you be so impotent...!

The spelldoctor Septentorio lost his word. A patient who has finished treatment is sorry to distract him.

They, Nemoralis' national aspirations, had [jumped] into the arsenal of the Artel army. I can't jump to places I don't know, but I can jump as far as I can see. He used binoculars and [telephoto] surgery to check his position and [jumped] in the shade of night.

He checked the interior through the window and broke in, taking out guns, grenades, etc. with [endless bags] as soon as possible.

Attacking a target with that weapon, but those killed or injured in outbursts and attacks continue to follow because they have not been trained to handle modern weapons.

"... embarrassing story, there may be more self-destruction than a Artel army counterattack"

"How could you be so impotent..."

The patient stays out of sight and utters pompous words.

"Because there's no one to train me. Are you acquainted with a spell doctor, a veteran or something?

"... no, you're not here"

The septentrio shakes his neck to the side. The patient caught the motion at the edge of his sight and unfortunately dropped his voice.

"We wizards don't know the art of hawks or eagles, so we can't open them."

"That's why... there's no textbook in Artel's bookstore?

I saw the funeral parlor Agoni and pinched his mouth. The patient lifts his eyes and peeks at Agoni.

A patient in the next bed opened his mouth instead.

"I don't have Artel's currency, I'm with the magic book, I just read it, it wouldn't be a wack to use in action"

"Really..."

With that being said, the spelldoctor and the funeral parlor also had to be convinced.

Magic is not something that a powerful people can use immediately just because they have learned a spell. The availability of use is divided under a variety of conditions, including the spiritual, physical aptitude, control of magic, and strength of the operator.

This is why there are few [flying eagles] schools that heal the wounds repaired by Septentorio, [plummeting eagles] schools repaired by Magic Warriors, and weapons craftsmen who can fight for themselves.

"But, that guard... what the hell. He sure could have used a [rapidly descending eagle]."

"Because you told me, it's not for everyone."

"Those of you who taught me how to do it, they're fighting it right."

Asked by Agoni, the patients said orally.

"But shall I call it the right material? Isn't it better to leave the actual battle to the magic warriors, otherwise focus on other things, such as procurement?

The spelldoctor Septentorio was surprised (a lot) by their reckless way of fighting. While there are magic warriors, why rush them to the battlefield until they cannot fight?

This is like throwing your life away.

"At first, that's how I said it. But..."

"But?"

The first patient spoke in a weak breath.

"More and fewer warriors in the Artel Army counter-attack, so we can grab our weapons and fight amateurs too..."

"Then the security of the armory gets tighter, and it's this Zama"

Spelldoctor Septentorio and funeral parlor Agoni were sighing (sighs) face-to-face.

There is no maneuverable maneuver. Why is it just such a hit?

... I can't help but give them an opinion here at the end. Let's call the leader directly.

"Leader...... who is the leader?

"... no, I don't know.... Do you know who the leader is?

"No?... If you're Mr. Oriole, you might know"

The spelldoctor and funeral parlor were surprised at the patient's answer.

Because they don't know where the safe house is, if you don't just reveal your whereabouts, I do. But they don't know who set them up, and they're being sent to the dead.

"Now let's change the question. Who usually sets up an operation or sets an attack target?

"Sometimes we all discuss and decide, sometimes someone contacts us and Mr. Oriole tells us that"

Security guard Oriole said there were safe houses in multiple locations.

With all this hitting, have there ever been overlapping attack targets and confusion on the scene?

"Thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, please rest now and heal your bodies."

A curse doctor and a funeral parlor leave the room and look for guard Oriol.

Septentorio thought as he walked down the hallway.

I was taught that this is the island of Lanterna, in Artel territory. A collaborator living on the island said he offered this villa as a safe house.

The vast grounds, including the garden, are home to only the national will of the Nemoralis. There were also herbal fields in the garden, but it is unclear whether the owner had grown them for a long time or if they were planted after the war.

The owner would be a pretty powerful man.

It should be easy enough to use people to retrieve weapons and combat textbooks.

To whom was this villa provided by what hand? I was hooked to my heart.

From another room I use for the hospital room, an old lady came out to help me. Agoni speaks softly.

"Wow. Haven't you seen Mr. Oriole?

Mr. Oriole is in the middle of an operation right now.

I just met him there earlier, and the two of them bit inside, their teeth.

"Really? Don't you know what time you'll be back?

"Come on......? I can't tell you where to go and what to do..."

The old lady looked down sorry and also smelled, out of words, that there was no guarantee that she would come back.

"Never mind. I'm sorry to bother you, but do you have any idea who this villa belongs to and who rented it?

"Oh, this is my relative's villa."

The old lady softened her expression and looked at the two people of the lake.

This villa was not built for maintenance.

During half a century of civil unrest, her relatives say they built it in the forest of Lanterna Island as a refuge to protect themselves from Kirkuls bombing.

For the first time visitors, there is a way to this point, but hidden by illusion, the trees appear to be at the end of a long line, and the powerless people do not enter. No, I couldn't even get close.

Around the villa, layers of different worlds are thin and fixed on the hemisphere.

It's a special protective wall that won't let rain or bombs through. Solids and liquids are not allowed through, but gases… wind and energy such as light and radio waves are transmitted.

To prevent demons from entering and leaving, [repatriation] magic formations were laid inside and outside the membrane to protect the villa and surrounding areas.

Since there are no walls in the basement, drinking water can use groundwater. In addition, moles and earthworms were allowed in and out.

You can't cross the fence unless you have a massive amount of [magic crystals] and so on if you are a powerful people or a people without power.

"When I asked you to keep the Nemoralis war refugees hidden for a while, you lent them to me. He also gave me disinfectants and food..."

"Was it? Thank you."

The old lady smiled back at the curse doctor and added:

"But please don't tell everyone. Because it's a pain in the ass when we talk outside."

"Yeah, that's already... and then one more thing, are you sure?

"What is it?

The old lady turned her slightly nervous eyes to the curse doctor of the people of the lake.

"For a while now, I've been flustered and completely lost sight of it, but I wanted to say hello to aspiring leaders..."

"... no, I don't know"

The old lady's tender face was shadowed slightly, and she left behind the corridor with her sleaze.

I dropped him off until that figure bent over the corner and I couldn't see him, and Agoni shrugged.

"Well, I know something."

Septentorio nodded back small and entered the hospital room.

Here again, ask the same question at the end of the examination.

Everyone shook their heads sideways.

"Spelldoctor, what are you going to do?

One of the patients asked me back about the particular (more).

Septentorio looks around the hospital room and returns his gaze to the patient to answer.

"There are too many wounded, so I was hoping to hang up on you to see if you could do something about how to fight..."

"Sorry to bother you, Doctor."

"No, that's not what I said."

He rushed to the man with his head down while he lay on the hospital bed and put one breath down to continue.

"It's a fine decision to say that you won't even spare your life if you want to take revenge. But... that's not why I'm wasting my life."

"The Curse Doctor... but we're amateurs in battle and we don't know how to fight well."

"That's why we need a more efficient and safe way to fight."

As Septentorio replied, a voice was raised from the bed in the back.

"But even when you die, if you go back to the safe house, your life won't be wasted."

If you burn the body and take out [the sorcerer's tears], it can be used for a variety of purposes as a source of magic.

"We're all alone."

"The air raid burned everything."

"My family, my friends, my neighbors, my workplace, my city... it's all...!

"Don't you regret it?"

Funeral home Agoni watches quietly.

Septentorio replied waiting for the patients to be quiet.

"I, too, lost everything in half a century of civil unrest. But there are things you can't do if you're not alive, and so you are forever."

Some of them breathed.

"So please, all of you, think about what you can do, live, without the purpose of giving up your lives"

Agoni opened her mouth until then, listening silently to the intercession, as if waiting for that word of the spelldoctor.

"You know... [the sorcerer's tears] still hold a grudge, they produce filth and call in demons and mischievous demons"

The eyes of the patients open to surprise and gather at the funeral parlor of the people of the lake.

Funeral home Agoni took that gaze and went on pale.

"With Artel hatred stiffened, I screwed up. [Tears] will no longer be used. Remember that."

When Agoni said so and tightened, the patients nodded without a voice.

... at least if you get it in a book on military law.

Earlier, a patient in a separate room told me that it would be better than nothing.

Septentorio and Agoni, the people of the lake, cannot go to the city's bookstore. If we went outside this safe house, our green hair would not have stood out.

That's why guard Oriol asked us to focus on treatment here.

We can only ask for the will of the people of the land, but we do not know the form of the deal in Artel.

As in the days of the Lacus Lacrimaris Republic, I hope barter prevails, but it would be troublesome if transactions in cash and elsewhere prevailed, as in other countries of scientific civilization.

Firstly, we must obtain the currency issued by the Republic of Artel.

... I guess it's impossible to ask a villa provider.

The national will of Nemoralis probably concealed its purpose and rented this villa in the name of the protection of refugees.

Because there's an old lady in there, I trust her to be used for bad things.

... That's a blockage.

Septentorio today is the only place to learn more about the medical and industrial cities of Kulbunica and Zerno, and the villages around them, within the Republic of Nemoralis.

When I was a kid, I lived in the Funalis Islands with my family. On several occasions, I have been taken to the temple of the lake goddess on Nemoralis Island, but I did not remember it enough to be a [leap] goal for centuries ago.

When I was younger, I had swept around as a military doctor, but I couldn't [jump] to a place I didn't know very well.

"That's right... you guys are having an operational meeting here to set an attack target, right?

"Yes. Is that...?

There is a mixture of anxiety and curiosity that seeps into the patient's voice.

The spelldoctor Septentorio answered as well as possible in the condition of nothing.

"If you want to analyze or use information, I can help you with a little bit."

"For a curse doctor to do such a trick..."

The patient in front frightens with a weak voice.

Septentorio slowly shook his neck sideways and looked around at the patients.

"Guys, I want to make sure you don't get any scratches."

After a lot of silence, one of the patients opened his mouth.