It's all one flower.

Juvenile soldier Morph enters the small room and speaks in the driver's seat.

"Old man, now what?

"You don't know... it's a monster!

Huh breathtaking Medvege cut the steep handle at the same time as she screamed. I have no idea what's ahead, from the carrier. A tyre that had just been replaced made a screaming similarity and swirled sharply as the body tilted heavily.

The girls have no voice and stick to each brother.

The moment the entire body enters a linear course, it accelerates. Beyond the statutory speed, a warning sound sounds.

Farkill in the passenger seat shouts out the situation.

"There was a warcraft at the end of the road, and I noticed it this way! It seems that the trees around them have been knocked down and they have broken out."

"It's more deceiving than a truck!

The boy soldier Morph, peering through the attendant's window, also screamed.

"And there was this black guy in the woods... where there was no tree!

A night of broadcaster ruin came to life in the brain of the pharmacist (dull) Awellana.

A chunk of darkness crossed in front of the broadcaster when I was on watch with Juvenile Soldier Morph. Was that a kind of demon who lost many of them in the world?

With that said, I remembered that manager Leno said he saw it in the burn.

... I can't believe such a wacky demon was in the realm of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

Awellana was taught that there are contacts with different worlds everywhere in the world, from which the demons stray into the world.

Depending on the depth of the contacts and the geographical conditions of the different worlds, the appearance and distribution of demons in this world differ. As with the flora and fauna of this world, the distribution of lost demons and warcraft anchored in this world is determined to some extent.

Demons and warcraft to watch out for locally can also be taught from schools, police crime classes, and older people in the community.

There are also large, non-threatening warcraft that are herbivorous, but mostly harmful to humans. Awellana also has some idea of how to escape, the nature and weaknesses.

Such a lump of darkness, of course, I've never seen (or heard of).

... because of a terrorist attack or an air raid, you have a new contact?

When the Leno storekeepers described what they saw in the burn, they also said they didn't know the employee, Cruello.

"Ah! Sign!... We're on our way to the city of Maust now!

To Farkill's cry, relief and anxiety intersect. If the Warcraft comes after us, won't it involve the citizens?

... or the watchman notices and closes the gate?

The warcraft encountered in the city of Masrina was blunt in motion due to its immensity and could not be driven. What about the two heads of this forest?

Everyone is shrinking with a strong face.

Awellana stood up softly and entered the attendant's room. The boy soldier Morph, who was clutching to the small window, vacates the place.

"Was there the same one that night?

"Oh."

That night made sense in one word of which night it referred. I gazed into the back mirror, but from this angle I don't know what's going on in the rear. From the small window in the attendant's room, I couldn't see the side mirror.

Anxiety and anxiety are stirred up by the agony, I can't stay or stand, but now I have nothing else to pray for so that I can escape.

... Dear Panisea Uni Flora, please, please protect us.

Don't speak up, ask the goddess of the lake for protection.

On both sides of the brand new asphalt, the greens of the early summer keep flowing.

On the map, the new road to the city of Maust was all the way through the woods.

The other day, when I looked at the map of the internet and drew more roads on the map that union leader Latuni gave me, the Lacrimaris boy was sighing (and sighing) small.

"The map says' City of Maust 'in the old remnants, but it's just a village with a small army garrison and a shop or something, that can't be rebuilt at all."

The rubble was removed as part of the reconstruction of the Vietofi Bridge.

Once a logistics hub, the bridge was rebuilt, but the city's economy could no longer be rebuilt because Artel's side unilaterally cut off national traffic.

This was a battlefield, where most of the original inhabitants died, evacuated survivors, and few (if any) returned to the land, which was no longer industrialized.

Defensive walls that protect cities and villages from demons and the like consume the powerful people who live there and the magic of [magic crystals] and [magician tears] installed on the walls to maintain their effectiveness.

A settlement with few inhabitants is all that's at stake.

If we can't all go back, there's no way we can't.

On the carrier of the speed increasing truck, Awellana confirmed.

"Mr. Farkill, there's a Royal Army unit stationed in the city of Maust, right?

"Yes, but it's a small unit."

Will you help me?

Can I have it anonymous?

Anxiety is greater than expectation.

And the trees of the forest were neglected, and went out into the meadows.

There's no ranch fence or anything. Asphalt was laid black on the grassland as it remained natural, and a huge bridge was seen long before it.

As Farkill said, there's nothing like a city in front of a bridge.

... It's okay because it's in the bright spot. It's all right.

I tell myself, but I can't stop shaking my legs. I can cling to a desk with broadcast equipment and feel terrified.

If you're a miscellaneous demon, you disappear just in the light of day. Demons also greatly weaken, or if they are weak things right after they occur, that alone returns them to the Phantom.

The warcraft, which has accumulated sufficient magic and gained the flesh of this world, will not disappear except in the light of day. Weakening is also a lot of things to the extent of just feelings.

In the distance, we saw the bridgehead and the barracks. The truck slows down.

It's a small settlement with only ten shops and private houses lined up across a two-lane road in Asphalt. The boundary with the outside world is low earth walls. All kinds of protective techniques are probably hanging, but I don't know what to expect.

There was no checkpoint or anything at the entrance to the village. Apparently, Royal Lacrimalis Army units are positioned to alert the intrusion from the Artel side.

Through the open gate, the truck slows down even more. There were no signs of people in the village.