It's all one flower.

The two artisans of the militant guerrilla arrived at their dinner seats.

Together, the table is surrounded by twelve people: the original spelldoctor Septentorio, the funeral parlor Agoni, and the resident mobile distributor Praether Massa. No one spoke and quietly carried the meal to his mouth.

"Weapon Shop and Curse Shop Brother, what are you guys gonna do when this operation is over?

It was vanilla tea after meals, and Agoni heard it when it was somewhat relaxed for everyone.

"I'm not gonna do anything."

"We just keep doing our job."

In wartime, both craftsmen get a lot of money off (again). I'm with the militant guerrilla, even though I don't have any trouble eating. Leno didn't seem to be frustrated by the despair that they both lost everything.

"Are you two with those people for revenge?

A voice rose from the unexpected and everyone saw Farkill at the same time. The unlucky Lacrimaris boy unwittingly stretches his spine to take his gaze and gaze at the craftsmen.

The spellmaker laughed thinly.

"Listen to me like that, what are you going to do? If I say so, stop being such a vain cot, or something, and you're gonna stop it?

"No.... I mean, we both seem to have some other purpose, but I wonder why..."

The craftsman looked out and looked at each other. Farkill waits for the two of them to answer by wrapping a cup of vanilla tea with both hands.

Leno didn't even think about it, like the difference in purpose. Apparently, the two people pointed at the figure exchanged their gazes and nodded slightly.

"We simply want to protect our country. Even those people will stir up the Artel army. Air strikes have stopped for a while."

"While we were returning to Nenia and rebuilding our attitude, Kotto said there was another air raid, and their attack was definitely working."

If you ask me that... I was convinced, but Leno shook his head to the side.

If you really just want to protect your country, you just have to help the regular army and the police, not help the militant guerrillas avenge it. A large number of mischievous demons and demons are occurring based on the dead body of the fellow who was killed in the air raid, making it more resistant to bait. Few things were flesh-received and became warcraft, and in the city of Masrina, they had grown enormously more than buildings.

Now that the ground troops of the Artel Army have not been put into service, non-human things are the biggest enemies for ordinary people in the Nemoralis Republic.

... With a spell, even the demon soldier on the ship is a hassle that makes it easier to prevent air raids.

"The Regular Army is full of help to prevent air raids. You guys know what's wrong with hitting the base?

"Only the base was crushed, the Republic of Banksia… with the help of the Order of Kirkulus, you can replenish as many battles as you want."

Farkill was not convinced by the description of the arms maker.

Leno, who hadn't thought that far, looked at the Lacrimaris boy in surprise. As a junior high school student, he was totally frightened (hissing) by his adult counterpart lending a hand to the guerrilla. First, he continued talking.

"Artel left the UN shortly after the war. Because there are things that cannot be achieved as they are."

"What do you think Artel's purpose is?

"Ethnic Purification. It's not just me, it's the spell doctor."

The curse doctors made the craftsmen snort.

"Artel was able to rebuild so far in only thirty years because of the Republic of Banksia and other Kirkuri countries and the backshield behind the Order"

"So, this war, too, that there's a shield behind the denomination?

As the spellmaker urged, Farkill nodded. The sigh scatters the scent of vanilla tea. I answered, gazing at the hot air rising again from the cup.

"The reconstruction of the autonomous community of Listver has already received considerable support from the Church. Artel... maybe he's been getting information about the Devil's Asthma Cannon for a long time, consulting with the Church headquarters, getting Banksia and the Barbatum Federation ready for war..."

"What makes you think that?

Funeral home Agoni looked back at Farkill when he saw a curse doctor nodding at the explanation.

Even though you can access a lot of information on a tablet device, it's the analytical power of adult face loss. Leno was impressed with Farkill's brains while feeling sorry for herself.

Everyone listens to Farkill, including his sisters.

"It's unnatural to have hundreds of expensive drones in a small country torn apart by civil unrest. Even though the reconstruction of my country was also a request for assistance from a foreign country, because it was rebuilt, it doesn't have such a huge budget wack, and if you paid decent money to buy it, you would complain about the Artelians. I don't like war anymore, or if you have money like that, turn it to welfare."

"Complete. Is that what you're saying? Banksia and Barbatum gave me a weapon for free, so I killed the weaponized magic creature and killed all the Nemoralis?

Funeral home Agoni confirms. Farkill shook his neck vertically with his lips firmly tied.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana goes to the kitchen. The surgically initiated water was drifted back into space and a bunch of vanilla was inserted into the water mass. The water mass that was boiling is colored and the scent spreads through the dining room. Seeing that everyone's expression was a little soothing, Awellana poured herbal tea into each cup.

Cruillo speaks of anxiety, waiting for the pharmacist of the people of the lake to leave the exit in the kitchen and return.

"So what's the waste of doing with the Artel army and the government?

"Yes."

Quietly as the field hit the water.