It's all one flower.

Cicada time rain strikes the ears of militant guerrillas.

Along the northern side of the Kublum Mountains, there is not a single car running on the paved road that crosses the island of Negna east-west. Along the ancient path of Lesalub were unpopular forests, with residents disappearing from the cities on the eastern and western edges.

The city of Zerneau, the city of Masrina and the medical and industrial city of Kulbunika, east of Lesalub ancient road, were devastated by an air raid by the Allied Artel Lanista forces, which began in the winter. The majority of the residents have been evacuated and the government has implemented restrictions on access. A recent report found that only the port of Grjaj in the city of Zerneau had been provisionally restored in order to transport reconstruction support supplies to the autonomous community of Listwer.

The western city of North Zakart was also exposed to air raids. There were no residents in the abandoned city, and the Orioles had their militant guerrilla strongholds. Others were just fireplace thieves and warcraft hunting intruding.

Thanks to the lake blockade in the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, the western part of the island of Nenia has become the front line in stopping the Artel Air Force and the Nemoralis army is stationed in the port of Zakart.

Lesalube Ancient Road is protected by [exorcisms] stone tablets arranged at equal intervals by the side of the road, free of miscellaneous demons and demons. Large warcraft would not be able to prevent boulders, but when they came to evacuate by truck from the city of Zerneau, they were greatly helped.

Above the paved road, tree branches stretching from the northern forest and the southern hemline of the Kublum Mountains are covered and shadowed.

They use the power of the ground vein to supply magic to the stone tablet, but since the winter air raid, no maintenance of the road body seems to have been carried out.

Roark felt like a long time ago when he went down this road in a truck driven by Medvege.

I don't see the city of Zerneau far east.

... At that time, all I could think about was running away.

Power cages in the hand holding the strap of the assault rifle.

Roark did not inform the police of the plan, knowing that his grandfather and parents were supporting the Star Road Prostitute's terrorist attack.

Sweet optimism that my family really can't possibly do that.

Conservation that says if a family member is arrested, his or her future will be closed.

Roark was struck like he had been hit in the head that day when he saw the city of Zerneau undergo an invasion of Star Road Prostitutes.

...... Chis, Viyunok, Chertpolov.

Friends who were close could have lost their lives in terrorism. Even if it survived, it is likely that it was then burned in an air raid by the Artel army that hung up the chase.

Smoke (crease) all the time, burning regrets that keep burning my chest.

"I'm going to be a [knitting reed cutter] craftsman because I'm ineffective. For once, I have magic, but I can't use it on my own."

That said, Viyunok's fuzzy face, laughing in the drizzle, floated on his face and disappeared. "I made it in practice," he said, giving me an expensive talisman for my birthday if I bought it.

The [exorcism] talisman made by Viyunok still protected Roark. No warcraft could be prevented on the boulder, but the miscellaneous demon is not close by the loch.

... I couldn't do anything when I said I was your best friend.

Even if I couldn't tell the police, it could have been helpful if I had at least taught the Viyunoks alone.

Locke saw the first wave of terrorism and rushed to inform the police. Only the use of poison gas in the second wave shelter seemed to have managed to prevent it, but I didn't think I could make up for it because of the shiatsu.

... even though I wanted to avenge everyone and took part in the training.

I had such a big warcraft in front of me, I had no idea. On the other hand, I was frightened by the sound of an automatic small gun fired right next to me, and I can't even speak.

Earlier, someone said this warcraft was poisonous. If Captain Solniak hadn't helped me, by now, he could have died.

Roark looked around.

Captain Solgnac is grass ing on the edge of the woods with the Orioles and the Cloves. The other guerrillas seemed to spend their thoughts picking medicinal herbs by the road, guarding their surroundings, drinking water from the water bottle.

"Ah... Um... thank you for earlier"

Once I spoke up, I could even say later that I was calmer than I thought. Per Little, the magic warrior, would owe it to the juice of vanilla that he painted under his nose.

Captain Solniak looked up and smiled.

"You seem a little calm. Drink some water and get some more rest."

'Cause I'm taking a break, too.

Also told by the boy soldier Morph, Roark once again thanked the benefactors of his life for including the water from the water bottle in his mouth. It sucks under my nose.

... Vanilla can also be used in this way.

A strangely cold head thinks about that. The tremors and stiffness all over my body were so unraveled that I could move properly.

Captain Solgnac and the others finished finishing the grass from the corner by the road. Oriol, the magical warrior, stepped on the stripped soil and drew a circle with twigs. Round in the carcasses of warcraft that have lost their heads and become filled with holes so that they do not stick out of the circle.

Olyor stood up and cast a spell. Many times already, it's a [furnace] spell I've heard Cruello chant. A knee-high fire column stands in the circle.

... right. Make it [Warcraft Charcoal Eraser].

A toxic lizard of purple and yellow is engulfed in flames. A body drained of blood, seared by flames, turns back. Roark continued to silently gaze at warcraft resembling lizards turning into black charcoal.