It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio had no choice but to escort the Nemoralist aspiring guerrillas to the dead.

...... Mr. Oriol.

The young men of the land people had previously dared to solicit to the guerrillas those who had begun to enjoy killing, saying that they were bewildered and finished. This Aquillo base raid is why we're back.

"Morph, what happened to your gear?

"Mr. Oriole had it."

"Right."

My feelings sink for Captain Solniak and the boy soldier Morph's removal.

How many people can go home alive?

How long will this last?

"Let's put the gear together in the front room."

"Before that, wash your body and do this. You guys stink of burning."

Agoni stopped the captain from trying to get inside.

Even when I say gear, it's only a teasing tactical vest, but I guess it reminds me of the battlefield even if I don't like it. Captain Solgnark and his high school student Roark, left in the garden, were washed in the [manicured water] of the funeral home Agoni and moved to the dining room first.

The spelldoctor Septentorio boiled the water with surgery and added vanilla tea. Use a little more vanilla and pour into the cup with a sprinkle of hot air.

... Roark, I hope this calms you down.

I'm a grown-up high school student. Perhaps he volunteered to avenge his family, but he lived normally until about six months ago. I wouldn't even have seen people die. It can be described as a miracle that the body alone was safe.

Roark did not touch the cup and took a slow, deep breath. Exhalation trembles and irregularly shakes the hot air rising from the cup.

It cooled completely and nobody held their mouth until the hot air went out.

The effect of the [exorcism] spell must have expired, but the other guerrillas still won't return.

"I hear Artel's army marched into the Tuman Forest."

Captain Solgnac moistened his mouth with cold vanilla tea and said potpourri.

The spelldoctor Septentorio lets him snort at it and talk about the reaction of the Lanterna Islanders.

"We found out in the city. Local residents had broken correspondence. Probably wouldn't have stopped it in time."

How can an Artel army without any [exorcism] in the forests of the southern part of the island of Negna spend the night? The spelldoctor Septentorio never felt like the Artel Army was abandoning him from the beginning.

"The haulier said if you give up the truck, you can jump right to the king's capital."

"What about the others?

"Opinion is broken"

Captain Solniak nodded silently.

If you don't have a truck, then there's nothing you can do about it. Regardless of the two wizards, the powerless people will soon be in distress.

It's an emergency, but it's not a wack to get a truck to lose the consideration of a massive [endless bag] that can accommodate it. The other materials were managed to some extent. Only one thing, the horn of the bull of fire, can't be obtained without defeating the Warcraft.

I don't want to help, but Septentorio didn't know how to attack aggressively.

When I was a military doctor in the Royal Army, I learned the art of defending myself, but the knights were attacking me, so I didn't need to remember. At best, it's enough to hit a water mass with [manicured water], but the Taka is known by the Warcraft against him.

"We're all tired, aren't we? Go to sleep now."

"The usual room is [locked], so in the hospital room..."

Agoni stood up forcibly making a smile. As the spelldoctor Septentorio said, everyone drank their vanilla tea in one breath and left the dining room.

Septentorio went to another hospital room to see how Cleve was doing. Breathing is regular and sleeping quietly. For this minute, you'll be fine in a few days.

Going to the room next to the front door, Agoni lit another figurine and waited.

"How many of you are coming back?

"I don't know. I hope you're safe..."

"Do you really think so, Doctor?

Funeral home Agoni peeks into the curse doctor's eye from the seat across the street.

The sad words of the young magic warrior Oriol come to life in his chest.

Wounded and back here, if it wasn't for Journitle...... I was going to have the spelldoctor (Seiko) stab me in the todome.

It takes a long time to be deprived of everything in an air raid and to heal a rough heart. Just because those who took part in the militant guerrillas found pleasure in killing Artel's Kirkurs, there is no right for Oriol or Septentorio to judge them.

"... but they'll say it's beautiful."

"No, spelldoctor, I'm not blaming you. You're in the business of healing wounds. It's hard to do."

"Agoni, too, was he asked?

Funeral home Agoni pulled his jaw small. The facial shadow thickens.

The [guiding white butterfly] school he mended is dominated by the art of handling a person's body and delivering his soul to the afterlife. There is no way to turn a living person into a dead person, although there is also the art of sending the words of a dead person to a living person, or of reading thoughts left in things.

"Me, too, had a lot going on in half a century of civil unrest. And that brother's say, well... I know."

"Are you going to stab Todome in the clove as well?

Funeral home Agoni shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Wasn't he supposed to go home alive? I was freaked out when I was training, and I couldn't do it next to a high school kid."

Horribly, I look Agoni in the eye. The green eyes in the blue and white light of [the lamp] were calm.

The armorer and the spellmaker returned to the base of the city of North Zakart on the island of Nenia at the end of the dinner, saying that they would prepare for the next.

What does the guard Oriole think of the craftsmen?

"I can't stop thinking about it. I don't know who's coming back."

Indeed, when they went to the battlefield again, it seemed that they had no intention of returning alive.

Reveal the night without a hiccup while Agoni sips his brewed tea.

By the time the edge of the dark blue sky had turned white, the garden of the lair had become noisy.

The first to return were Journitol, a guard of the people of the lake, and two guerrillas of the powerless people.

Journitol is less traumatic, but it collapses to the ground and doesn't move. Looks like he's escaped by supplying magic externally with [Crystal of Magic] or [Tears of the Mage].

The guerrillas were stained with blood and in a state of excitement.

"I can still do it!

"Take it easy. There's no more bullets in the boulder."

The funeral parlor, Agoni, laughed, but the guerrilla spit with blood.

I found the arsenal at that base.

"If only I could handle my body, I could still do it."

I regret holding down my arm and stomach when I said I wouldn't kill him yet.

Agoni pulled into the building as she set up the well water and washed the two.

The spelldoctor Septentorio finishes examining the wounds of the three and begins to heal from the guerrilla that was shot through his belly.

Just when I finished treating the second person, Agoni returned. I put the kettle on the edge of the flower bed and stuck a bunch of vanilla in it and poured the surgically boiling water. Clear incense drifts in the garden of dawn.

Guerrillas of the powerless people rushed into the lair to flee.

Shortly after resting, the four guerrillas returned.

There are two people: the people of the lake and the people of the powerful land, and the people without power. Some had missing arms, lost one ear and part of the scalp, multiple bullet wounds in their bellies, large legs and thousands of cuts, and bones were exposed.

All four, I still have breath, but I can't help you if you don't hurry.

Funeral home Agoni washed the patient's wounds and helped treat them. I don't have time to ask what you call a change of heart.

Septentorio, as a curse doctor who completed the [Blue One-Winged] school, devoted himself to treatment.