It's all one flower.

A major arms maker stands up. Some of them noticed and they whispered.

"Quiet."

Pressing the noise of nearly thirty men, the voice of the arms maker rocked the air in the room. Not aloud. And yet, for some reason, I couldn't speak out like I had been hit in the core of my body.

A weaponsmith's voice echoes in a room quiet as if it had struck water.

"Captain, talk to me."

"Organize the problems and their impact on our operations and say them in turn"

Captain Solgnac looks around at everyone. The militant guerrilla old men keep their mouths shut and pay attention to the captain. A few of them who were standing up also lowered their hips gently.

"First, the problem. The Artel army is marching to Lacrimaris territory via the island of Lanterna and the North Vieetfi Bridge"

... not only do you fight and sell to Nemoralis, but also to Lacrimaris?

If we do that, Morph will know as much as this nearby Fraxinus nation has not shut up either. Why dare you cross the "Abu Nyi Bridge" in the literal sense?

Guerrilla's old men, they said something. They do, but nobody opens their mouths. A high school student, Roark, looked anxiously at the arms maker and Captain Solniak.

"The Artel government has consistently maintained that" demonic asthma cannons are weaponized magic creatures ”even after UN inspections. It's unclear at the moment whether it's a claim by fanaticism of Kirkulusism or grasping any evidence"

... If you have proof, why don't you just show it to the Eli guy at the UN?

The Juvenile Soldier Morph had no idea why Captain Solgnac put that decision on hold. I don't want to think that the balls of those who share the same faith are strange in the country guru... etc. The reason for the mood cannot be limited to this captain.

Boy soldier Morph wanted to ask questions, but waited for Captain Solniak's next word.

"If a dormant magic creature is excavated from the ruins or elsewhere, the Artel army has buried it underground at great depth, transported it by military aircraft and dumped it in a lake near the Lake West region, as well as destroying it."

... If it's not magic, I can't kill you, can I?

Boy soldier Morph was surprised. In the first place, how did Captain Solniak find out about that? The captain explained as he had read everyone's mind.

"Newspapers, etc. organized with the curse doctor are sources, but first, magical creatures that attempt to destroy with silver weapons and fail to kill them will be dumped and buried."

...... hmm? So, you're loading silver shells in your tank?

Even if the Artel Army doesn't bother to go, if you tell the Lacrimalis kingdom to "stay there," the wizards are going to do something about it.

The boy soldier Morph tilted his neck and saw Captain Solniak's side. The captain looks around at everyone's face full of question marks and continues the conversation.

"If you entrust the processing to Lacrimaris, you are probably concerned that it will be collected and used. I suppose you think you have to pull the trigger of a full-scale war involving the entire Lacus region, but you have to end it in the hands of the Kirkuri nation."

Nobody pinches their mouth on the captain's story.

... Weaponsmith's old man was such an Eli guy?

Juvenile soldier Morph thought guard Oriol was the leader of the militant guerrilla.

Apparently, that big guy who joined later, he must be an awesome guy after all, looks at the weapons maker again. Now he was sitting back on the floor right next to the captain, giving him a glimpse of if anyone was there to break his hips.

"The Lanterna Islanders are probably rubbing it because they split it between those who want to stop Artel's tanks to stop that all-out war and those who don't want a wave of wind"

... Huh? Such a mon, you will stop an all-out war with all your might. Hutu.

Juvenile soldier Morph caught sight of high school student Roark. Do you agree, snort at each other? Doesn't make things worse in doctrine.

The armorer laughs bitterly.

"You don't have time, but you're rubbing it with such a trick"

"Resisting the Artel army won't prevent the Islanders alone,"

Were the Lanterna Islanders frightened (unclear) of trying to fight a battle without winning? Olyor and Par Little nodded at Captain Solgnark's words, and Ultr ate his teeth off.

... a peaceful hipster. Yall, don't pull that guy's leg.

"Probably because if they resist, they will be targeted by both countries and the Islanders will be strangled."

"Pinching? Joining the Lacrimalis Army won't treat the Lanterna Islanders as allies?

An arms maker asked Captain Solgnac in a frightened voice. The captain answers without a dust.

"There are only Kirkulus in the Listwer Autonomous Community of Nemoralis, but there are not only the Wizards of the Fraxinus, but also the powerless people, and the Church of Kirkulus in the Lanterna Autonomous Community of Artel?

"Ah..."

"Islanders are not a single rock. Now, I'm rubbing it in response to the Army. I can't tell you to trust me."

... Is that island such a pain in the ass? Didn't you move the Kirkuls to Yi on the mainland and forcibly emigrate the Fraxinus and wizards?

Boy soldier Morph felt like he'd heard something like that from a spelldoctor or someone else in a stronghold hidden in a forest on Lanterna Island, but he was getting less and less clueless.

"So, what's the impact on the operation?

"Early, no"

"If I'm stuck, what's the impact?

"The Lacrimaris Army also has a long-lived race with land exploration on the mainland of Artel. I might go and beat up the base directly."

"When I bowl it together, it's a pain in the ass..."

The arms maker groaned as he roared and shut up.

Juvenile soldier Morph opened his mouth to question Captain Solniak.

……

... I can't talk...!

My tongue stuck to my upper jaw and I can't move.

Juvenile soldier Morph looked around at the guerrillas. Guys, he's got a face that says something, he's twitching, but he doesn't say anything. Just look at each other silently and look at each other. Weaponsmiths drank it all, and they didn't grow up without fear. Some kind of magic made me shut up.

Captain Solniak keeps talking about whether he's aware of this or not.

"Until the operation, we have two more days, but things move when we wait.... How are you getting ready?

"If you say you are, you are, but you cannot afford the number. Don't be a pretty tough operation.... What about you?

Encouraged by the arms maker, he answers with a face like a spellmaker unleashed.

"For once, I haven't been able to, but the number of sheets is critical, and I've just been able to write it, and I haven't been able to cage my magic yet..."

"If it's going to be after the Lacrimaris Army moves, we better not do anything"

Everyone breathed in Captain Solniak's quiet voice.

... Why?

"Static to read the situation and rethink the operation"

Captain Solgnac's words make him feel more murderous, and the air in the room pricks his skin. The arms maker let him snort in the sharp eyes of one rising guerrilla after another and proclaimed:

"You can talk as you like."

At the moment of liberation, the voices of the men who had lost everything exploded.

"Can you wait so long? Huh!

"Let's go now!

"Take revenge with my hand!

"Get in the way. Kill him. But I'm going!

A room in an abandoned building turns into an anger and a killer crucible. The captain and the weapons maker look at such guerrillas with an emotionally invisible face.

A high school student, Roark, came beside the morph by sewing a pedestal. Pale face and white drawn-knot lips.

... Is this brother okay?

I'm just so frightened to be in a killer guerrilla. Even training in the woods was completely useless.

In the eyes of Juvenile Soldier Morph, he just appears to be a foothold where he took part in the operation. But Captain Solniak, even today, was adding Roark to the building's offensive training.

A sharp whistle sound cleaves the screams of the men. The guerrillas turned around. Security guard Oriol leaves the whistle tied to the shoulder of the uniform out of his mouth.

"The showdown is tonight"

In a short released word, the heart of the Nemoralist aspiring militant guerrilla became one.