It's all one flower.

"Only one demon asthma cannon?

Amana's word froze the place. Cruello worries about what his sister will say next, but does not interfere with the speech and observes the adults.

... That's right. What the hell did you think it was all about?

Reno became ashamed of his bluntness, which he first noticed in the elementary school students' pointers.

Even if it was really just the whole thing, we wouldn't stop attacking Nemoralis until we were convinced that Artel had "destroyed all the demon asthma cannons".

"In that news about Mr. Farkill, someone at the U.N. checked out the demon asthma cannon and said, 'I'm sure it's not a magic creature,' right? If the captain was right, why is it still going on when the war is over?

Amana pointed to Farkill's tablet device. The terminal on the table shows nothing and now it's just a black board.

Captain Solniak smiled bitterly.

"The newspaper here found out that the Artel government thought it was a sham. Besides, you think you can make as many things as you want, unless you destroy those who can exercise the art of school."

After the sealing of the demons of the Three Kingdoms, regulations were laid around the world for the production and use of magical organisms. The Book of Magic was burned down, and some countries and regions where the oppression of the [Skylark of the Abyss] school of scholarship was carried out.

In the Lacus Hunan region, there were scholars of the [Skylark of the Abyss] school until the end. The last officially registered surgeon died only about five hundred years ago.

Some of the long-lived races may still be surviving someone he knows.

You may also find the [Skylark of the Abyss] school's magic book, which spares the Book of Burning. Even if it's not a formal magic book, there will be about a note or diary of the story the surgeon told you.

Some may not have been grasped by the government of time or the Wings of Spirituality, and have secretly preached the art.

Unused magical creatures are often unearthed from the ruins of the Hunan region. Magic creatures found in dormancy are magically killed in the magical civilized country after investigating them without unsealing them. If they cannot be killed, seal them tighter and bury them back. In Artel and elsewhere, they re-bury it in a deep place that no one can reach.

Was the Devil's asthma cannon the only thing that sank with the ship, or is there a spare?

Leno's. Even the Nemoralists don't know the truth.

Asking Artel to believe me was an impossible consultation.

Pulling me to my bedroom is totally late.

"I don't think there's anything, but I've never been over cautious"

At the behest of the spelldoctor Septentorio, move and replace the luggage and sofa.

Until this morning, I had assigned women in front and men in the back in the size of the room.

The room in front used by the old lady Silva had a window and the door faced the hallway. In the back room, there are no windows or doors that lead outside. I couldn't get in and out without going through the room in front of me, and there was a [leap] exclusion junction across the building.

Tis and Amana lie on the couch rubbing their sleepy eyes and Pina hangs a blanket on them.

"... good night"

Finally, the needle amiera enters the back room and closes the door. A pharmacist (dull) Awellana heard a [key] spell through the door.

Just in case, the windows and doors in front of you are also tripled [keys] by Cruillo, the funeral parlor Agoni and the spelldoctor Septentorio.

"I'm sorry, but be patient with me"

"No, no..."

"Terrible. It helps."

Ask the curse doctor and funeral parlor to rest in the bed Silva was using.

Sleep two at a time in a simple bed with two pairs of sofas collected from the other room opposite each other. Nine, so only Captain Solgnac, leaned over the door on the side of the hallway and decided to sleep alone.

"I'm sorry, I think I pushed back."

With that being said, was the funeral home Agoni tired or packed in a futon and began to get to bed early.

Leno and Cruello, Medvege and Juvenile Soldier Morph, Farkill and Roark, too, each get their beds in order. The room is cool, no matter what the art of saying works. Without a blanket, you'd be cold asleep.

Captain Solgnac wraps himself in a blanket and lays down as an obstacle blocking the door.

The spacing between the sofa and the sofa that filled the room was narrow, and even if they broke through the door, it would be difficult to reach the girls' room.

Each room was also brought in water bottles filled with water. Worst of all, even Cruillo and the pharmacist Awellana can defend themselves by drowning their enemies with [fucked water].

I was sad to not trust the militant guerrillas, even though they were the same Nemoralists. I can't sleep with another nervousness than the night I spent in the burn.

... us... no, what cotto can I do?

Reno remembered earlier.

I was thinking from a broad perspective about this war, from the arms maker and the spellmaker who gives (blemishes) to the militant guerrilla, to the spelldoctor who wants to stop the guerrilla, Septentorio and the funeral parlor Agoni, to the Kirkurist Captain Sornyak, to the Lacrimaris Farkil, to the elementary school students Tis and Amana.

Leno was only thinking about protecting Pina and Tis, Cruello and Amana. We crossed to Nemoralis Island, searched for Cruillo's father, and we searched some bakery for a place to live and work… we just imagined doing something about our immediate lives.

What about everyone else who was listening without saying anything.

- You can't wait for someone to do something about it, can you?

Roark's voice is repeated over and over in his head.

I let my thoughts go around in grandeur, and one conclusion was finally reached when how long it had been, when everyone's sleep filled the room.