It's all one flower.

Bread, weed soup and grilled fish for lunch.

The curse doctor of the people of the lake turned on the radio. Everyone, somehow, eats listening. Juvenile soldier Morph listened carefully. At least I want to know how Artel is doing.

Announcer reads manuscript pale.

"Today, around 6: 20 a.m., a small demon broke out at a private house in the East Side of Ignikans City"

Morph gibbered and swallowed his spit at the name of the city of Ignikans and the phrase "demons have occurred".

"The police officer who received the call and rushed and the vigilante with the star mark (servant) have been safely and exterminated. The area was temporarily noisy, including an evacuation order, but there was no information that casualties had occurred."

... magic... you can't use it, how did you defeat the demon?

The boy soldier stopped his eating hand and concentrated on the radio.

"According to police research, corrupt pork in the refrigerator was the source of the outbreak and was received shortly after the outbreak, so it was possible to eliminate it with silver bullets. We're going to have the summer season. Please be careful not to corrupt ingredients. Here's the next piece of news."

...... hmmm. With silver bullets, can demons also be defeated?

Morph has trained as a combatant and is used to handling guns. If I had a job exterminating demons and warcraft, I felt like I was going to make more money that way than a factory.

Realizing the possibility of more working mouths, Juvenile Soldier Morph became a little happy.

The next thing I read out was agricultural news.

The western part of the Artel this year has been weather privileged and the wheat harvest, he said, recorded its highest ever in breaking news.

Morph sipped the bread and tasted it slowly. The aroma of wheat spreads across the mouth, with a slightly sweet gentle taste, filling the heart as well as the belly.

... I guess this is what you say about happy taste.

I felt like I could not drink it, so I tasted it more carefully than usual.

Tastes better than any treat I've had at that mansion. The bread the pinas bake will surely sell to fly.

The news continued on the radio.

"At exactly 10 a.m. today, a peaceful group of domestic musicians, the Light of Tranquillity, issued a statement of protest to the military"

Guys, hold your hands on the meal, kill your breath and listen to the radio.

... protesting against the army?

Boy soldier Morph was also surprised and cleared his ears to keep the announcer's voice from leaking word for word.

"Depending on the text of the statement posted on the official website of the same organization," the Republic of Nemoralis is inhabited by a large number of powerless people, who, speaking of Fraxinus, are not, after all, able to recognize Operation Scorched Earth, which attempted to wizard and burn down innocent souls. This time evil sorcery prevented the drone formation from forming, but if successful, it would have been exposed to severe criticism from the international community. We ask for the solemnity of indiscriminate attacks on cities so that our country will not be isolated from the international community any more ”. At present, the official website of the Peace Corps Peaceful Light is in a situation of intensive access and difficulty to connect."

No one is listening to the next news. We meet each other with a bewildered face.

Juvenile soldier Morph saw Captain Solniak. Think of something, your face is dangerous. I gave up the question and resumed my meal but wasn't sure what the grilled fish tasted like.

"Even to Artel... there are people who say things like that"

Awellana, the people of the lake, said in a small voice: Maybe he was talking to himself, but neighbor Ne Amiela, who sat next to him, nodded at it.

"Dr. Septentorio, did you have any further reports of earlier scorched-earth operations?

"On the radio in this country, most of the news, I don't go into much detail. Yesterday, the newspaper that Mr. Silva brought me might have written about it."

A spelldoctor who finished his meal took a seat and answered Captain Solniak's question. The captain and Medvege also leave the dining room following the spelldoctor.

Morph also hurried to drink up the rest of the soup and chased the three of them.

"Morph... right... you can stay free this afternoon. Tomorrow morning we'll go into the woods and collect the materials."

"Why am I the only one?

Boy soldier Morph felt like he was told he was unnecessary, and he almost cried. (Here) He chased the captain. If you want to be free, you should stay next to the captains.

"It's just a boring task to check the papers, isn't it?

"It's hard to write in a newspaper, kid. It's still murky. That Roark is for your brother to play with. What?"

Medvege squeaks Morph's head around. Being treated like a little girl was a handicap, but Morph can't tell you the truth because he's never read a newspaper.

For the Morph family, newspapers are only precious cold-proof clothing that outweighs the winter cold or building materials that prevent gap winds. It's also a rarely available valuable item. I never even realized what was written on that gray piece of paper.

"You don't have to worry about your kids to this point. Don't go into the woods alone again."

Medvege pulled Morph's hand and took him back to the dining room, ran a small run down the hallway and followed the two of them.