It's all one flower.

"Sorry I'm late."

At the same time as Farkill's voice, the door of the magic tool shop Lord Guo (Cuckoo) 's Nest opened.

A junior high boy is followed by a spelldoctor, Septentorio, who also comes in. Behind it followed Lazolnik, a woman of the people of the lake who was in the shop earlier. The narrow store fills with people.

"Don't worry about my tricks."

Razornik closed the door and deposited his back on the wall beside it. The latter three meet and lower their hips into the empty chair.

A woman from the lake people, seated in the central seat, placed a tablet terminal on the counter similar to what Farkill had.

"Oh, yeah. Mr. Cruillo."

Just before the woman tried to talk, Razornik's voice broke in. She was a little mucky, but when she scratched up her green hair, she operated the tablet terminal without saying anything.

All of a sudden, the namesake and irritable Cruillo turned to Lazolnik, leaning his neck to show him, surprised (much) for what.

"Don't worry, I told your sisters you're both safe and you're going home with the curse doctors when you're done."

Cruillo thanked him with kindness that he had never thought possible.

A woman from the people of the lake points the tablet terminal at Chloenier.

"Artel's army has moved. The goal is the island of Nenia. Near the city of Maust, in the woods of Tuman"

"What do you mean?

Chloenier turns her wild voice upside down and embarks herself on the counter.

On the woman's terminal, video of tank units crossing the South Vieetfi Bridge was circulating. Across the bridge, the island shadow looks sumptuous. It was taken from the Territorial side of Artel. People in uniform like police officers regulate general vehicles to make tanks a priority.

Cruillo noticed the display in the top right corner of the screen. In red bold is the common word "LIVE". Everyone else got on with it and nailed it to the woman's terminal.

Only Lazolnik, standing at the wall, could not move and looked at everyone like that.

He said he found a demon asthma cannon.

"Why... in that place...?

Cruillo was stunned.

NEMORALIS NEW WEAPONS… After the first air raid, they were deployed on a lake in the western part of the island of Nenia, shooting down Artel Army fighters knowingly. Because of its power and accuracy, it was toyed "using magical creatures as weapons," and even entered the UN inspection. It's a weapon of choice.

Why is such a thing in the territory of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis on the island of Nenia?

Cruillo had no idea what waxed him, and he saw the woman of the people of the lake sitting next to him.

"Master Guo (Cuckoo), you can't stop a tank from gathering everyone on the island, and I'll keep going through it, okay?"

It's not a question, it's just a confirmation.

A painful silence descends into the shop of the magic tool shop “Lord Guo's Nest”.

The shopkeeper, Chloenier, frowned thickly, eating up his teeth and closing his eyes. Sweat seeps into the distressed surface. The shopkeeper of the long-lived race was a knight in the days of the former Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis. I guess I can imagine much more concretely than Cruillo what would happen if we let tank units pass by and what would happen if we tried to stop them.

"... sure, either way, you don't have it in your loco."

"Right? The only way to protect everyone on the island is to shut up and let them through."

"But after all... it's not the usual coin for the Autonomous Region of Lanterna to be called by rebels from the star sign (servant) to be attacked by terrorists. So do as you always do..."

"This time, the regular army of Artel is coming, not the terrorist organization that's making the bomb."

A woman of the people of the lake tells the reluctant Chloenier. The former knight turned his eyes to the former military doctor Septentorio for help.

The spelldoctor Septentorio, seated in the deepest seat, gazes at the former knight with green eyes and gives the facts in a quiet voice.

"Mr. Fiarlka is right. The Artel army has dramatically expanded its military capabilities in the last thirty years. A few months ago, we sank a Nemoralis Army air defense ship in one blow. It doesn't go like it did during half a century of civil unrest."

"You're lying, aren't you? Doctor of Spells... The ship has multiple magic defenses..."

"They used a weapon called a missile. If they shoot the same thing into the city, there won't be one."

Fiarluca, a woman of the people of the lake, nods again and again next to Cruillo.

"If you tank into Lacrimaris territory, it will be a war, won't it? Then the neighboring countries will join Lacrimaris, right?

Cruillo heard the thought of crossing the river at night on foot.

The Lacrimaris Army and the demonic soldiers of the surrounding countries can easily break into magically hidden villas. During the war, I didn't expect anyone in Artel territory to miss it.

... If this is such a cot, I should have practiced [jumping] sooner.

I just practiced, and I thought the place to go home was burning anyway, and I put it behind me. Regret burns the back of my chest.

"It's not magic, no matter how much of an awesome weapon the Artel army has. Aren't the tank guys eaten by the forest bukemon and over before it's a war?

"The fact that you entered Lacrimalis territory in a tank won't go away."

"If you sink a ship because you really say missiles, then the city of Lacrimalis isn't dangerous."

Fiarlka and Chloenier rightly denied Medvege's optimistic words.

Cruillo was surprised that the Artel army was in possession of the missile.

There are still areas in the Republic of Nemoralis that are in the process of reconstruction. I wasn't sure Artel was rebuilding to the point where he could put a budget on the most advanced weapon.

The range of the missile is unknown, but if it reaches a defensive ship anchored off the coast of the city of North Zakart, it also reaches the cities of Morniya and Dossici in front of it. The faces of the Lacrimaris, who were kind to me, floated one after another, and Cruillo devoured his teeth.

"Hey, boys"

Fiarlka, a woman of the people of the lake, alternates between Farkill and Cruillo, who sit on the left and right. What will they say?

"If you're going to give up your truck, I can [jump] you to Lacrimaris right away, but what do you do?

"Come on, then, you could die of wild drowning right after that, huh?

Medvege, the truck driver, disagrees first.

Besides, that event track is borrowed. If you don't return it to Nemoralis State Broadcasting, you'll regret being a fire scene thief for the rest of your life.

Fiarlka, the woman of the people of the lake, laughed with her nose.

"That's not true, if we get caught up in the war between Artel and Lacrimalis, we're not together. There are still ships from Wang Du to Nemoralis Island."

"Oh, um... Mr. Fiarlka"

A woman of the people of the lake turns to Farkill, next to her left.

"We can't make up our minds, so let me go home once and talk to everyone."

"I don't mind, but if I'm stuck, I might lose my ship, so we just have to decide. To Gentius, let me tell you something."

Fiarlka, the witch of the people of the lake, and Farkill take their seats at the same time. Razornik, who was also slammed against the wall, opened the door and the Kruillos also raised their hips.

"Which way? You won't make it."

Kroenier covered his face with both hands, but Kruillo couldn't find a word to hang him.