It's all one flower.

"Whoa."

Medvege, who checked his left and right sides, broke his face. Operate the steering wheel and exit the truck south. Beyond the windshield, he turned a happy eye.

"There's a bus, isn't there? You can go to the city about that."

"Yes, it's a route bus that goes around the island of Lanterna. If you follow me, you'll reach the bus stop at the city's south gate."

"Boy, do you even know such a koto? Awesome."

Inspired by the truck driver, Farkill turned face-to-face and told the story.

"I was walking with the curse doctor and he gave me a ride."

"Bus bill, what's going on? The spelldoctor let you out?

"No, the driver said he couldn't help carrying all the air..."

"Hahaha, how spicy is the bus?"

So far, there have been no runs on the roads surrounding the island of Lanterna, other than route buses.

Has the tank unit finished marching yesterday?

Has anyone broken into the territory of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis on the island of Nenia and returned?

I am anxious to have no information and not know the situation.

From the carrier, the singing came. Two elementary school girls are singing. Powerful words ride the melodies of a nursery song. [Blue Wings] It's a scholarly curse [Healing Wind].

Does the spelldoctor Septentorio, who taught me this, intend to continue to treat militant guerrillas in that stronghold all the way ahead?

... Those guys, I wish I couldn't help them.

Undesirable frustration smokes in the back of Farkill's chest.

The spelldoctor can [jump] to the city of Kardafstovaux. Maybe, in the meantime, we can meet again at the spellhouse.

... He said he wanted me to stop avenging him, but the spelldoctor (Shigeru) knew he was one of the guerrillas. I can't believe I've been healing those people's wounds for a long time.

Farkil remembered her time at the examination post on the North Vieetfi Bridge and her skin popped. The feel of the hand of an Artel soldier crawling through his hips revives vividly. The girl Pinatifida had been doing worse to the guerrillas. Farkil was stroked from the top of his clothes, but Pinatifida had his T-shirt turned up and his bare hands were touching his bare skin.

... the guerrillas and the Artel soldiers, they're all together.

Nausea in disgust.

When I looked across the window, I saw an island shadow of the Funalis Islands on the horizon.

You can't [jump] anywhere you don't know, even at a visible distance. Ever since I fled to Lanterna Island, I have been reminded that magic is not omnipotent.

I have no idea how to live from now on in the only city of wizards in the Artel territory - the city of Kardavstvaw on earth and the Chernoknyjnik that extends beneath it.

If you need a business license, like the cities of Dossici and Pravik in the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, that's where it ends.

What happens if you find out that a line of mobile sales is Nemoralist?

It wouldn't be just the haulier Fiarluca, the curse house Gentius, and the favored inhabitants like Chloenier.

... Oh, yeah. If they cut a parking ticket at the road stop, they'll find out and suck, won't they?

I don't think Medvege, who says he was a terrorist, was carrying a driver's license in discipline. Where it was, Nemoralis' license finds out he's an enemy. Since it has the address of the autonomous community of Listwar, you may miss it a little bit, but the majority of the inhabitants of Lanterna Island are Flaxinus.

Something's wrong.

Either way, if we find out who we are, it'll be a pain in the ass.

... Ahh! I mean, license plate! You're not wacky with Artel and Nemoralis, are you?

The bus to the front stopped.

It's a bus stop. It used to be a harbor, but now the wreckage of the destroyed shoreline is washed by the waves. It's a different harbor than before when I was taking a break from the spelldoctor Septentorio and was picked up by a bus.

Medvege slows down the truck.

A small antenna was seen standing on the roof of the bus stop.

"Oh, uh, Mr. Medvedge, please stop at the bus stop"

"Well, either we get past him, or we stop, because it's one in two."

Farkill rushed to turn on the tablet terminal. The driver Medvege gives me a glimpse and slows down even more. The bus was still stopped.

There are three antennas. Horribly take a license plate of the bus.

"The number of the truck, if you don't do something to mislead me, I think you'll have a lot of trouble finding out who you are."

"But if I take it off, wouldn't you be extra suspicious?

As I thought, Artel's license plate is completely different in font and number of digits from Nemoralis'. The broadcaster's logo painted on the truck's carriage taped gum and misled, but it's suspicious because it sees it too.

Wherever you look at it, it's a fine suspicious car.

Now that Artel's army has marched on, I don't think the Islanders will miss any suspicious cars coming from the north of Lanterna Island. Moreover, Captain Solniak and Juvenile Soldier Morph, high school student Roark, actually joined the Aquillo base raid operation, and everyone else, Old Lady Silva, asked me to help make medicines for guerrillas, etc.

Objectively speaking, a line of mobile distributors Praethermissa are also part of the militant guerrillas of the Nemoralis entirely.

"So do something to get a counterfeit number or something..."

"Dude, bro, that's a thoughtful cotton-thought," Medvege grinned bitterly, but went right back to his true face. "So, is Ate you?

"Here, the waves arrive, I'll ask."

The bus leaves.

The truck missed the bus stop, entering the rough road leading to the harbour site and stopping.

Farkill stepped out of the passenger seat and sat back on the shadow debris on the carrier to spell out the message.

I always take care of you.

I got in trouble with the guerrillas and left the base.

I'm going to go into the city, but the truck has a license plate from the Nemoralis Republic and a broadcaster logo on it.

It would be helpful if there was something that could hide the license plate and logo here, as it would be dangerous to go into the city as it is.

Right now, I'm at the bus stop at the harbor site.

Farkill looked up.

Everyone is getting off the carrier and picking the grass that grew from the crack of the asphalt. There is no building on the site of the harbour with its original shape. Midsummer sunshine scorched everyone.

... Well, I can recharge, the Miscellaneous Demons don't surge, and it's not wacky to just have a bad tip.

Quick, if you don't get to a place where you can rest properly, you'll have a heat stroke, except for the two wizards. It's dangerous for two wizards to be exhausted, too, by supporting the water that cools the carrier. If the magic runs out, the [heat resistance] hanging on the clothes will expire. The two unfamiliar with the heat may have heat stroke before they can rest and recover their magic.

Farkil returned to the driveway to take a picture of the bus stop, which was followed by an island shadow of the Funalis archipelago, the road that came and goes, and also in the woods.

I attached only a photo of the bus stop and sent the message to the haulier Fiarluca.