It's all one flower.

At the beginning of May, the spelldoctor Septentorio was being pursued for the treatment of a seriously wounded man who had been carried away for a long time.

Funeral home Agoni cuts off the clothes of the worn out patient with a pair of scissors. An old lady you should be familiar with turned away from the wound.

Allow minor injured patients to help as well, removing pieces attached to clothing and surfaces.

Burned meat and clothes, spilled blood. The idyllic villa becomes a field hospital.

Septentorio moved to the center of the room and cast a good spell. [Blue Wings] It's a scholarly curse [Healing Wind]. It consists of simple words that children can understand, and a unique saving reminds them of a nursery song.

A man who looks like he's in his mid-thirties to mid-forties sings a fun song with a serious face (toe) in his rusty odor, but no one laughs.

Bullets and debris scratches clogged within sight, shallow burns wiped away beautifully. Patients with minor injuries were relieved from wound pain and regained glory in their movements.

The wounds of the seriously wounded also healed slightly, and fragments pressed into the raised tissue fell. There's blood coming from that wound, and it's no different to contending for a moment.

Septentorio touches one of the seriously wounded and applies the procedure of [hemostasis]. This one was not a spell, but a quick utter of powerful words.

"It leaks through your body. It flows through the waters of the bloody tide and tightly into your closing."

Just stopping the bleeding from the wound is not a healing technique in the wound itself, but it will buy you time to remove the fragments. I cast the same spell one after the other and examined each and every one of them.

There's still breath for all of us.

... I won't let anyone die.

Instruct the agonies to rinse the extruded fragments with [manicured water].

Septentorio removed fragments from the most impotent, in turn, penetrating deep into the body. If you finish eliminating foreign objects, block the wound with [water for healing] without getting haired.

There is a lot of blood loss and I can't regain consciousness after I have completely healed the wound.

Septentorio borrowed the magic of several [magic crystals] and [magician tears] and devoted himself to treatment shortly after he rested.

It was early in the morning that the wounded were brought in, but everything was finished, unknown.

The spell doctor Septentorio didn't drink and eat all day, but he doesn't feel hungry. Now I was in a separate room, drinking vanilla tea that Agoni had brewed for me.

Zhenxiang tea. It's a tea that helps reassure the mind. The drug effect is in the fragrance ingredients.

I'd rather smell it than drink it, but the spelldoctor Septentorio added water and drank it all at once. I feel thirsty and drink many glasses of water to keep me up.

Agoni said nothing and left the room with an empty water drain.

Shortly after completing the treatment, guard Oriol hastily [jumped] somewhere, merely saying that one of the bases had been raided by the Artel army.

... It's probably just a matter of time here, too.

I can bury the core of my head in fatigue, and I can't turn my mind any further. Blurry thinking of that, Agoni and the old lady came in.

"Good day, Doctor Spell. It's vegetable and fish soup. Enjoy it."

The old lady put the pot down and Agoni lined up the water drain and a dish for three.

So finally, Septentorio realized that this was the first room he had ever stepped in.

There are no windows, a bed with a canopy and a couch and low table sitting now. That's all. Various spells that have been distracted by the flower pattern on the wall, like the rest of the room, are protected.

The old lady offered me a hot plate and I received it silently. I don't even have the strength to speak up anymore.

There was plenty of finely chopped vegetables and loose fish in the thick soup. Vanilla was also used as a raw material for stomach medicine to eliminate odor. Gentle to the weak stomach and eaten more and more.

As soon as my belly was filled, drowsiness struck me.

"If you need anything else, I'll call you. Until then, please rest."

Says the old lady as she cleans up her empty dishes.

The septentorio was carried to bed half-held by Agoni without a restraint (nappy) underfoot.

Open your eyes.

It was unwrapped in strange bedding. Wake yourself up. It's a room I don't know. Funeral home Agoni is eating sandwiches on the couch.

"Hey, Doctor Curse, are you awake? This is the back of your grandmother's room."

I'm not feeling well, but my thoughts are on me. I couldn't stay awake and went back into the futon.

The next time I woke up, there was an old lady in place of Agoni.

... Oh, yeah. After the treatment, they put me through to a room I didn't know about.

Finally reminds me of the situation. I don't have a watch and I don't know how long I slept.

"Oh, Dr. Spell, are you awake? I'll bring you dinner now."

The old lady stopped her hand wiping the low table and turned her usual soft smile. Apparently, he slept all day.

"What about everyone else?

"Thanks to you, folks, your condition is stable. Mr. Agoni has finished his meal and is in the talking room to listen to the radio."

"... Really?"

As Septentorio stood out of bed, the old lady opened the door to the room.

"This is the back of my room. In my usual room, it's no big deal, I thought I'd come and wake you..."

"Thank you for your concern"

There were no signs of people in the hallway, and they were creepily quiet back.

I go to the washroom to shave my beard after adding more for it. The mustache looks like blue mold. All that sleep fell under his eyes, and his eyes were powerless.

This time, guard Oriol was also rarely injured.

He said one of the bases was raided, but that one word alone doesn't tell the full extent of the damage.

When I shaved my beard and washed my face, my consciousness became a little clearer.

The patient decides to hear more tomorrow, and we head to the conversation room.

There were not only funeral parlor Agoni, but also five magical warriors besides guard Oriole in the colloquium.

The two of them sitting at a different table from Agoni are the precautionary sticks of a pharmaceutical company that came to convince the Forest Institute of the spelldoctor Septentorios.

A curse doctor lowers his hips next to the funeral parlor.

When the Magic Warriors met, their chest badges swayed. All five are in the school of [plummeting eagle (eagle)]. When Oriol, the guard sitting in the front, lowered his head, the other four also imitated.

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Thanks to you, a lot of comrades have helped"

"No, that's why I joined."

[Blue One-Winged] Faculty Spelldoctor Septentorio, with his winged snake as an elephant badge, shook his neck to the side and had the magic warriors raise their heads.

"... than that, I heard one of the bases was raided"

"Yep. Apparently, he was framed by a trap."

The caution stick par Little embarked on himself. A face covered in black mustaches, with only eyes unusually giddy.

Before Septentorio spoke of his doubts, Par Little explained the situation with a quick mouth.

Its base is in the woods of mainland Artel.

This villa has been well known since the days of the former Lacus Lacrimalis kingdom. Relatively close to urban areas, but now that it has become the artel territory of a country of scientific civilization, no one is close for fear of forest demons.

He used one of the abandoned houses as an arsenal.

That's where they attacked us.

"Air raid? From the city of Artel, isn't it close?

"That being said, there's a lot of distance, and there's a buffer zone meadow in between"

Par Little throws up bitterly.

Journitle, the cautionary stick of the people of the lake, seeped remorse, and said, backwards.

"That, what are you talking about, the guy who puts out electricity or something and informs us where he is"

"Is that a transmitter that emits radio waves?

Funeral home Agoni said, the cautionary stick Journitle shook his green head vigorously.

"Yes, that's it. We grabbed weapons from the Artel Army warehouse last night, as usual."

There were no guards in the warehouse this time, and it was easy to steal. I must have let him steal it on purpose because he was planting a transmitter on his weapon.

If the base were farther away, such as the Republic of Nemoralis, we might not have found it.

The proximity to the city of Artel was disastrous and subjected to an air raid in the early morning. You were afraid of demons, and no ground troop dispatch took place.

Those who were minor injuries jumped into the body's confinement after treatment.

Funeral home Agoni says he was chased to the disposal of the body until all this morning.

Oriol took the newspaper from the table next door.

The headline "Destroy Artel Air Force Terrorist Base" leaps to the top of one side. Flaming forests and pictures of the villa burning took up a third of the side.

A list of previous destructive activities by the Nemoralists' will is also available.

The article had concluded with a top Air Force colloquium that this would drastically reduce the damage caused by terrorism.

Apparently, the Artel government intends to make a huge hustle and bustle about the results of the army and deflect the public's dissatisfaction.

The content itself is just what I said.

"Um, how did you get this newspaper?

Septentorio hadn't noticed, though he had seen through the cuts many times before. You said you wouldn't get a single book of military law, but it really doesn't fall to you to get a starlit newspaper for Kirkurs.

"That's because the house of the Lanterna Islanders is one of the bases."

"My sleeping grandfather has a helper pretending to be inside and out."

The old lady says she takes good care of the old man and gathers information in rumors about the neighborhood and in newspapers that are delivered to the house.

Nodding at the explanation of guard Oriol and the lake people's caution stick Journitle, Septentorio turned the Starlight newspaper, an institutional paper for Kirkrus in the Hunan region.

On the international side, the results of the Nemoralis inspection by the international organisation "Forest of Pale Roses" of the Mage are listed.

The conclusion reached by the pale rose forest investigation team was Shilo.

The stuff that the Artel Army rebuffed as "a weaponized magic creature" was a weapon that combined demons from different worlds serving as demons of use with large firearms.

It also contains photographs of destruction experiments using targets floating on the lake.

Multiple demon soldiers have never been praised for using their demons for war, but they are not prohibited under international law.

At the corner of the page, as a discourse by the director of Artel's military laboratory, a loss was written.

Says (sayingly), the inspection team did not use magical tools to reflect the truth of the past, so the truth is in darkness...