It's all one flower.

The Nemoralist aspiring guerrilla set up a new base in the abandoned city of North Zakart.

Previously, it had entered and operated in enemy nostalgia, but the vast majority of bases on the mainland of Artel have been devastated.

This city at the southwestern end of Nemoralis territory on the island of Nenia had a front at the end of its eyes and nose.

It has been badly damaged and almost deserted by air raids shortly after the war began. Only one national highway was cleared to receive relief supplies from the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

Currently, a formation of Nemoralis troops has been placed and debris has also been removed from the districts on the west side of the city and on the lake bank.

The guerrilla base is one of the ruins of the city's hinterland side. The windowsills and the like blew up, but the various techniques of protection applied to the building body are still alive.

Guards Oriol and other magical warriors have not raided the arsenal or police station of the Artel army for days now. In the Kublum Mountains and the woods stretching out on their hems, he was sourcing food and curse material to rebuild his attitude.

The spelldoctor Septentorio was in the stronghold of the island of Lanterna, in Artel territory, where he was seeing the wounded.

The funeral parlor Agoni has not appeared in the last few days at all. He helped procure at his base in North Zakart City and returned every evening with food and more.

"A new [Flying Eagle (Taka)] scholarly craftsman comes in, enriches his weapon, and then goes again."

"Really..."

Agoni explains as he dismantles the ravioli in the garden. Septentorio looked around the garden at dusk. There is no one else but the two people of the lake.

Silva, the old lady who helped, was going to the old man's house where she was based to gather information. I say we focus on gathering information for the fewer casualties.

The old lady, Silva, rented the villa from her relatives in the name of support for the victims.

The spelldoctor Septentorio recalled the explanation he had heard one day. Eyes on the gate.

There is no key to the object because it is simply hung. The [key] of the procedure may be hanging, but in the last few months, we knew Silva was much weaker in magic than Septentorio.

"Even on foot, if you have magic, you can get in here."

"Hmm? Oh, that's what your grandmother said. Hey, what's up?

"No... yet, nothing... because I haven't got my thoughts together..."

I've had enough rest in the last few days. I'm tired, my thinking is back, but I'm not quite ready to organize information, assemble assumptions, and put my thoughts together yet.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do, but if I can do it, I can help. Don't hesitate."

To the funeral parlor who told me so, the curse doctor smiled back weakly.

It wasn't based in Artel just to loot anything.

The guerrilla soldiers of the land people are disputed in the city of the Kirkurs and are also gathering information.

The old lady, Silva, had picked up alley rumors and Kirkurist starlight newspapers on Lanterna Island and other stories exchanged within military facilities and police stations with such techniques as [sensitive ears]. An alert to looting makes that harder too now.

"It's like harassment. It's bad. You just grease the fire."

A man of the land people was shot and transported during the gathering of information. Moisturize the eyes of the dewgrass (Razornik) from which the name "Razornik" originated in dissatisfaction with militants.

For the first time in his words, the spelldoctor Septentorio learned of the existence of an intelligence guerrilla.

Until then, other amateurs acting with magic warriors and them only had contact with the old lady Silva.

I thought even the leaders were unclear U.N. crowds, but they don't even know each other's existence. Instead of unity of will, he was dismayed that the movement of one group was an obstacle to the activities of another.

"Excuse me, but until today, I didn't know there was a willingness to engage in activities like yours"

"That's right."

Razornik, an intelligence guerrilla, had an ironic grin on his blue-white face he put on his pillow. I'll be right in the face and talk about the situation.

"If the Orioles hadn't said, I wouldn't be wacky to know. Don't worry about the curse doctors."

Their intelligence guerrilla was in Artel's city well and was secretly gathering information.

He says he was hired by a building maintenance company and even had a subtle break-in inside the bureau and police station.

While working, he eavesdropped on meetings with [sensitive ears] and [telephoto] techniques and peeked at the material. The information thus obtained is communicated to parliamentarians and military personnel, officials, representatives of clergy and civil society through acquaintances in Nemoralis.

"It's this Zama because militants have overdone it. We've been trying not to get hurt, so we didn't have to come here..."

Revenue from tabular operations at the Artel has been used to purchase newspapers, magazines and equipment for gathering information and to distribute it to collaborators in Nemoralis' home country.

"Wait, how is getting a job at Artel deluding your identity?

"Get a collaborator on Lanterna Island to lend you a name, get a fictitious name ID or bank account, well, a lot of things..."

The green eyes of the two people of the lake open wide.

The man of the land people explained, scratching up the blonde hair affixed with sweat.

"It's not the autonomous community of Listwar, but the island of Lanterna is home to powerful people."

Long-lived races have not disappeared half a century of civil unrest resentment. Many were forced to migrate and confiscated their property.

There is no hospital or fire department, and we have to do everything ourselves no matter what. The army and police are stationed, but that's not for the protection of the islanders, just in case there's a riot.

No suffrage was granted, like in the Listwer Autonomous Region, and the Islanders could not be involved in national politics.

The failure of the island of Lanterna to slam or lawlessly zone was due to the autonomy of its inhabitants. The powerful people have been showing in their actions for the last thirty years that they are never born "wicked".

"With militant activism, thirty years of hard work is the bubble of water"

Razornik distorts his licence. A drop of tears wet my pillow.

Funeral home Agoni reluctantly asks.

"So, how are the people in the country moving?

"... a lot of things are moving for me"

First, they generously support the victims (Risayi) to avoid joining militant guerrillas.

If there's nothing to lose, it's easy to get laid. Though it seemed far-fetched (yeah), the administration, civil society and religious groups continued their efforts to work together to create an environment in which wounded minds could be healed.

Through the Fraxinus Church, we have neighbouring countries working for us.

It was moving the economic communities of the countries and exerting economic pressure on the Republic of Artel and the Republic of Lanista.

On the grounds of the difficulties in transporting supplies caused by the war, exports to both countries were reduced and prices were also squandered. Instead of blowing it up openly, it poses as a critical minimum price for conscience, resulting in a serious, strangling price increase.

Air transport from the Kirkuri countries of the Alton Gaza continent is possible, but transport costs are high. All of the reduced supplies from neighbouring countries could not be covered and the shortage of supplies and rising prices could not be contained.

Supplies that would not be turned to Artel were flowing to Amitostigma, which had taken on the hostage of the refugees in one hand, and efforts were being made to contain the soaring food in particular.

So far, there have been sporadic skirmishes at the individual level in refugee camps and surrounding areas, but no major disruptions.

He made the Hunan Economic Newspaper write an article saying that the war unilaterally waged by the Republic of Artel caused price increases in the Hunan region.

In another article, he picks up words from the economic community in the Hunan region that look sympathetic to Artel, writes under the guise of working hard at critical places to keep prices down, and the wind making supply efforts. He was manipulating public opinion impressions, concealing that it was deliberate economic pressure by private companies.

Since it is headquartered in Amitostigma, a third country that is not a party to the war, it appears to be a neutral report at first glance.

It is a fact that the lake blockade in Lacrimalis has imposed restrictions on the means of transport on the countries on the southern shore of Lake Lacus, with the exception of Amitostigma.

Because of the many demons, the railway network, like the scientific civilization of Alton Gaza, has not developed. The use of [endless bags] and [leap] techniques did not carry the same amount as a magic machine ship, nor was it a lie that the cost was high.

If you are running out and selling cheap to Artel or Lanista, the company will be crushed by the pressure of the faithful groups.

Artel and Lanista, who made Kirkrus a national religion in the Hunan region, were heterogeneous.

There are a few wizards in both countries, but they are scorned and persecuted. Even when attacked by Kirkurist fundamentalist groups such as Star Marks (Shinobi), they were abandoned. If the wizard side strikes back, the army and armed policemen will be dispatched and shot to death on the spot.

"Those who say so are working with me."

"Right. By the way, listen to me. Are you sure you want to talk to us like this?

"I know all the collaborators in my country. Poor communication caused this incident. As much as I know, you better tell him."

The spelldoctor Septentorio heard with the thought that his eyes had been opened to the information brought to him by the intelligence guerrilla.

Earlier, a vaguely floating proposal begins to take shape. At the same time, he also realized that there were still major problems lying around that needed to be crossed to be carried out.