It's all one flower.

The demon soldier Rubel had free time in unexpected circumstances.

In the Tuman Forest, the Lacrimaris army continues to search for and exterminate bloody wind trees. No way, I couldn't resist the wax of retrieving the demon asthma cannon in the crossing of the eyes of the Royal Army's [enemy].

Three days after that, the Lacrimaris Army had forced their opponents to struggle with a raging wind tree that plucked its roots from the point where it was sown and moved while poisoning the surrounding creatures.

Mimicking past examples, the third prince of Lacrimalis burns down the wind trees frozen by magic, but if you're hiding the trees, it's something I've often said in the woods, and it's hard to find. The dead trees of this world were not waxes whose leaves would soon wither and fall, and in a day or two they could not be distinguished from living trees.

Fighting with a dark blue serpent (grate) of unusual size that suddenly appeared also seems to be continuing.

Not only that, but it also continues to stare at the Artel army that deployed in the Tuman Forest. Both sides, no hands on it, but there was no sign that the Artel Army would withdraw.

The Artel army has hinted that the missile's aim is aligned with the king's capital, Lacrimaris, and the Lacrimaris army is unable to respond positively.

Rubel made a thoughtful statement during the break of the regular contact group which is taking place during the secret debate.

"I'm afraid so. Once, just for one day, would you mind if I let you go home?

"What's the matter, suddenly"

Army staff asks with a surprised face. Senior Asheug, the singer of the curse next to the demon soldier Rubel, also seeped signs of what to say.

"You can [defy] anywhere, and this year... I was a little concerned that... the war prevented me from attending the village's Summer Solstice Festival..."

Since the beginning of the war in February, I have never been home, and it has been more than six months. Even in this situation, some of the soldiers serving at the base have applied for repatriation.

The general loosened his expression.

"Where's my parents?

"It's Asaete Village."

Tension runs during the clandestine discussions.

Demon soldier Rubel said with an unfamiliar face.

"It's a small village in the mountains, so you may not know it, but it's the eastern edge of the Ugari Mountains. At the foot is the city of Lyabina. Luckily, I didn't get an air raid, but I want to show my family at a glance how well I am."

"Fine. Don't worry about [Sovereign]. From sunrise tomorrow until sunset, I will allow you to return home."

Army staff and a Navy colonel looked bitter, but they didn't have the guts to disagree with the general's immediate permission, and one soldier, Rubel, had nothing to say.

After dinner, Rubel packed her homecoming bags in her quarters' own room.

No big deal. It's a bunch of sturdy bread, notebooks and writing instruments, finished textbooks, and ancient newspapers that have accumulated for months.

Many days I couldn't buy them on assignment, but I had bought many pieces of paper for comparison, so when I bundled them with strings, I got two heaps of rubel knee height.

Newspaper delivery does not come to the village of Assaete in the middle of Mount Ougari.

Most villagers did not [jump] to the city of Lyabina until they went to buy newspapers, and were satisfied with the information on the radio.

Rubel always takes magazines and more to his homecoming souvenir. Even if you can use the [jump] technique, you can't jump to places you don't know. I kept it in the assembly hall, hoping not to end my life in a narrow village and to turn my eyes to the wider world.

Did the Warden (Shikan) hear from Command Headquarters? Even if Rubel left the quarters for personal use at the same time as dawn, he didn't look nasty.

The collar (Eri) of personal clothing has a petal (Ha Na Ra) for emergency contact. This alone cannot be transmitted from the Rubel side. Dedicated to calls from Command Headquarters.

"Cross the Pengcheng and drive from here to him. Hand roll, fold, and jump onto one leg. Put yourself there."

The light floating sensation is followed by a change of scenery in front of you.

If it was sunny, I could see Lake Lacus across the tree, but the morning was thick and the outlook was poor. Rubel sucked the clear wind of his hometown mountain all over his chest.

"Rubel......? Is that Rubel? Hey?"

When I turned around, my neighbor's uncle, carrying a cage, had just come out of the village gate. Unexpectedly break a tough face on a nostalgic face.

"Uncle Dazor, long time no see. How have you been?

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm glad Rubel looks good, too."

Uncle Dazor slaps Rubel's shoulder high with his free hand and sneezes his face.

"I'm glad you're okay...... what brings you this?

"I thought we all cared about the war tricks, so I brought the paper. Oh, there's a regular manuscript."

"You're so careless. It's hard for Rubel to fight for your country and just stay safe like this."

Rubel took Uncle Dazor into the village.

Uncle Dazor, with one bunch of newspapers, tells him loudly about Rubel's return home. The villagers, who were in a position to go to mountain fields and hunting, came out one after the other on the village road.

More than half of the villagers are brightly colored redheads, and not a single person has the same bright red (rubel) hair as Rubel.

A brunette boy runs to the back of the village screaming for Rubel's return home.

My mother, who was rewarded, came running in the morning sun twinkling her golden hair. My hair, which I know very well that I have been married from the outside, looked more dazzling than usual. My red-haired father, who dulled behind it, also comes running.

My mother hugs my big son with a verbal and concomitant momentum. My breath-breathing mother looked much smaller than she looked in her memory.

"I'm home."

"Welcome back. How long can you stay?

My father, who stopped his leg in front of Rubel, heard it with a mixed voice of joy and anticipation and parting grief that would soon come.

"That's... until this evening. What? He said come back before sundown."

My mother's little hand shakes my father's and son's hands, clouding their faces.

"What are you talking about? It would be nice if regular soldiers could take a break at a time like this."

"Rubel, souvenirs, thank you. I'll call the village chief and put him in the assembly hall."

"Thank you. Uncle Dazor. Can I ask you for this, too, at last?

Remove ten manuscripts from the bag and pile them on top of a bunch of newspapers.

Young women and children cheer and thank each other orally. They could not go outside the village on their own and still have only about this village and mountain fields and springs where they could [jump], hungry for entertainment.

Unlike usual this time, there are newspapers.

There were fewer pages and fewer entertainment information than before the war, but life information and so on are still on.

For a neighbouring village that is not threatened by air raids or wind trees, war is equal to events in a different world.

Ironically, the only connection between the war outside and this village is the presence of Rubel, who became a regular soldier.

It's elegant, but I go back to my sturdy home and there's a warm light on Rubel's chest.

"Your brothers went to the field first, shall we call them back?

"Fine, no. We're all busy. You're going back to lunch, aren't you?

No matter what, I called my mother to leave, and Rubel left her luggage in the chair.

The contents of the bag are sturdy bread that I took to the mission but left without using. Battle food (ration) bread is more nutritious than general distribution, and can be preserved for three years if unopened.

"What about breakfast?

"Not yet. This, a souvenir."

When Rubel put four days of sturdy bread on the table, his father, who was cleaning up his hunting preparations, saw his son's face as a ghost.

It belongs to the army.

Noticing a mix of colors of criticism in her suppressed voice, Rubel smiles on her stern face in an attempt to reassure her parents.

"Battle food (ration), which I went on training and missions but didn't use, is a decision that I can make personal once I file an application.... Well, if the war prolongs, I don't know what the application will do either"

"... right"

At some point my father gave me a complex look on his wrinkled face and raised his mouth slightly. Realizing that he had even said extra things, Rubel silenced in apologies.

My mother's bright voice changed the air as my father pulled him back to clean up his hunting tools.

"Yes, I can. It was sudden, no big deal, but I appreciate it."

"Thanks.... I'll have it"

Rubel put her sincere gratitude on words. Shoulder strength fell off the flavor of mumps I had spoken of for a long time, returning from "Demon Soldier Rubel" to "Red Haired Three Man Rubel".