It's all one flower.

That's the only square where the debris was removed. Surrounded by the wreckage of buildings and burning marks that only the foundation leaves, there is not a single decent building. The road was also buried in rubble, and I didn't see any place that seemed to pass.

"Now, take care"

Worried, the curse doctor of the people of the lake cast the same spell again and disappeared.

There are no other shadows of the seven, and the summer sun stings my skin even at this hour.

"This way."

Led by the funeral parlor Agoni, he stepped into the ruins of a building where he didn't know how many floors it was originally built. Stepping into the shadows, he is enveloped and horrified by the soothing air.

A place where the sun wouldn't shoot, but there was no sign of a mischievous demon. Like the ruins of the broadcaster, I guess the technique is still alive.

The funeral parlor turned the corner of the hallway. Peeled off upholstery or pieces of glass blown up by a blast can make noise and crack under the shoe. Through the back entrance, over the flat debris, walk among the ruins.

In the shadows of the rubble and in the ruins where the skill was cut off, there were miscellaneous demons.

"Why don't you jump directly to Ajito?

I got out with my mouth full of questions. Without turning around, the spellmaker answers.

"It seems like this, but everywhere the [leap] exclusion junction is alive."

"Besides, if we clean up the vicinity of the base, it could be marked and targeted by air raids."

The weaponsmith who walks behind the most also gave the boy soldier Morph an answer. Nodding at the sign of convincing, he follows in silence.

Burned street trees don't have leaves on them, only the hair of the lake people Agoni is green. Through white, dusty debris and coal-fired grey ruins, black burns, the funeral parlor stopped his feet in front of a three-story building.

There is no windowsill, but it fastens almost the original shape. The surrounding building had collapsed and half filled this building.

When the armorer said something in Morph's unknown language, the iron door on the front opened without sound. Follow the funeral parlor and the weapons maker into it.

I don't see any miscellaneous demons, much cooler than the ruins I just passed through. Boy soldier Morph rubbed both arms.

"Is it cold?

"Oh, no, I'm fine."

Asked by Captain Solniak, Juvenile Soldier Morph stretched his spine. I don't think I can get my jacket in the cold. The captain says no more, and follows the wizards.

Manager Leno walking in front of Morph wasn't cold, or he was walking normally.

"This is a toilet. I'll handle it at the end of the day, so elsewhere it's camben."

A funeral parlor says as he passes in front of a toilet similar to the broadcaster's.

There was less damage to the interior of the building and the broken glass had been cleaned up. The room with open doors has not had desks or shelves collapsed and there is no scattering of objects on the floor.

I don't think the militant guerrillas cleaned up all the rooms. I guess this place is tougher than a broadcaster, Boy Soldier Morph thought.

"Everyone lives upstairs. We make things on the third floor. The armory's on the third floor."

"The windows are right, but they're pretty safe now that we've re-consolidated the guard with this guy's curse"

The spellmaker and the weapons maker explained as they ascended the back stairs.

... There are no helpless people here either, so I wonder if there are any outposts or anything.

No one came down to see if there were times when the Artel army had not put in ground troops.

... Nevertheless, you're careless. What if we were firehouse thieves?

"Show me your weapon first."

In a word from Captain Solniak, he did not answer upstairs and went up to the third floor.

"The kind of supplies we bring out of the ruins of the area. Preserved food is there too."

Funeral home Agoni also explained the garbage disposal. Says the bed and bedding, changing clothes and cooking utensils are quite plentiful.

It was strange to the boy soldier Morph that he was using them not for rebuilding his life, but for a temporary residence for revenge.

... We didn't have it from the beginning.

If that's all there is to it in Barack Street in the Ristover Autonomous Region, it's a little wealthy.

I mourn my family because of accidents and demons, and I can't count people left alone. But nobody, I don't want to take revenge on factories or demons. There was not a single person who had no chance of winning but wanted to do it.

... I guess the guys here think they have a winning shot at interacting with Artel.

On that day of winter, the Morphs Star Road Prostitutes rose up armed. Many comrades gathered who believed that a better tomorrow would be available, took years to plan and prepare with care, secretly with the support of Artel and Lanista, and thought they could beat the police and Nemoralis forces of the city of Zerneau.

Only maybe the three juvenile soldiers Morphs survived.

The Artel Lanista coalition carried out indiscriminate bombardment of the city, knowing the existence of the Star Way Prostitute Army.

... were you trying to burn it down with the city and seal your mouth? Why would you do that?

The question is to the boulder, I can't put it to my mouth here. The militant guerrillas seem to have supporters elsewhere, but I can't say enough that they won't betray us.

Yet I didn't know what it was like to risk my life in a fight for revenge, not to win or defend something.

On the third floor, the doors face each other on both sides of the hallway, with a total of eight rooms.

"The armory is in the front two rooms, next to it is the warehouse of materials, behind it is used for sleeping with our working room."

An armorer opened the door to the room closest to the stairs. There are a lot of guns on the desk and on the floor that leaned against the end. Peeping at the cardboard on the floor, bulletproof vests and bullets were stuck in the mix.

Captain Solgnac stares around on his messy desk, looking at the cardboard one at a time and walks. Look through it and move to the room across the street without saying anything. Boy soldier Morph and everyone else followed him in.

In the other room, there was a machine gun of the same type that Juvenile Soldier Morph used on the truck's carriage, with the muzzle pointing this way.

Manager Leno stops at the door and looks indoors with a faceless face. Others had the same assortment of grenades here as in the room earlier. You brought it up depending on the allowance or even mixed military knives, stun grenades and tear bombs.

"Where'd you get that weapon?

"You said you were caught off an Artel Army base or a police station."

An arms maker answered Captain Solniak's question.

We've been hit by an air strike on a base in Artel territory, and now we're pulling into our base.

"For once, I washed all my clothes in hot water, but everything else is about to break, so I didn't do anything."

The spellmaker grabbed the bulletproof vest out of the cardboard and said.

"Does anyone know how many and what type of weapons there are?

"No? Everybody's getting texed, and we're not sure, either, so we're just putting it on texes"

"Right. Well, let's start with a classification and quantity check."

Captain Solniak laughs bitterly. The spellmaker tilted his neck with a strange face.

"If I pull the trigger, can anyone fight?

"Guns can't fight without bullets. I can't use it if I have a different type of bullet. Grenades are also a mixture of lethal and non-lethal objects"

"Oh well. Call everyone else, too?

"No, it's difficult to work with a very large number of people. You're better off remembering who's in charge of backup."

Captain Solgnac told me that the spellmaker and the weapons maker looked at each other. Talk about something with your eyes, turn back to the captain and nod.

The funeral parlor asked.

"What am I supposed to do with everyone else?

"If you're taking out your weapon, return it here. After that, if anyone wants to help, squeeze them in and bring them in within three."

"Aye."

Funeral home Agoni left the arsenal in light footsteps.