It's all one flower.

Even if the mobile distributors return to the city of Zerneau, it will be long before they can rebuild their lives.

... Until the restrictions on access are lifted, nothing can be done, and everything remains stopped.

Why restrict access? When will it be lifted?

Realizing the possibility of giving up reconstruction and returning to the deserted wilderness, one question after another was blown away.

Look around the burn again.

Greens such as weeds and surviving street trees can be seen dotted in charcoal and coal, ash, collapsed concrete and bricks. Moving in it are signs defied by heat falling to the ground and shaking in the wind, pigeons and ravens, featherworms and dragonflies flying from somewhere, etc. There is no human figure.

Early fall afternoon.

By this time last year, the voices of children who could play in this park had even reached the civic hospital where Septentorio works.

Lanterna and Nenia.

Under the same blue sky, the unreasonable settling of so many differences recruits.

The spelldoctor Septentorio walked half-burned boulevard in a collapsed building and left for the Néfriet Canal.

The bridge has fallen and many passenger cars are sinking. There are no bodies inside, because demons ate them. Fish shadows and aliens were seen in the dark, starchy stream. The technique of [Flying] allows you to cross to the opposite Seljebro district, but the north of the canal is also a burning field on one side. The spreading weeds are sadly breezy.

I walked east along the canal.

Everywhere he steps on the promenade where the brick blew away, and occasionally stops, he turns his gaze to the south. The mall where I shopped on the day off was spotless and I could clearly see the Kublum Mountains far south.

I only walked five minutes and stopped around where the official building was, but there was just a pile of rubble.

A large number of doctors and nurses, and their families' household tools, apparently burned. The pile of debris was sadly small.

He walked almost through the city where people's lives had been lost and left for the port of Jerizo.

Before the civil unrest of half a century, it was the best fishing port on the eastern shore of the island of Nenia, but many magic machine ships and fishermen from the [fishing (su, etc.) Galaxy Birds (pelicans)] school were lost and their former prosperity disappeared.

It took thirty years and was finally returning slightly busy, but in an air raid by the Artel Lanista coalition, it was crushed by no skin.

Cranes for water frying have sunk into lake water with the destroyed shoreline, and aquaculture processing plants have burned down.

Offshore, the waterfowl jumped into the lake and jumped up the fish.

Lake Lacus, shining in the light of the early autumn, was calm and felt completely unrelated to the sad events on land.

...... Dear Panisea Uni Flora,

The curse doctors of the people of the lake drowned their green heads (Kobe) and offered their prayers for all the lives taken here.

Walk south on the site of the destroyed fishing port.

He was taught the intensity of the air raid by steel, which was shaken like candy, and his skin popped. There is not a single ship in the port of Jerizo, and the hole where the bomb struck is worn.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana's father was hospitalized at Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital. The spelldoctor Septentorio recalled that that elderly patient was a fisherman.

... assuming the demon asthma cannon was really the thing that weaponized the magic creature, why should people who lived independently of such things be burned?

Neither the inmate nor his family would have known the very existence of the demonic asthma cannon as one.

Otherwise, I don't need to reward you too repeatedly and in detail with the radio news about the demon asthma cannon. Septentorio also learned of his first existence in radio coverage.

It can't be allowed to slip salt into the wounds of people who were finally recovering from the pain of half a century of civil unrest. That's why I couldn't say that retaliation by force like the Orioles was the right thing to do.

When Septentorio was a military doctor in the Royal Army, his enemies were demons, warcraft, and plagues that threatened humans.

I didn't even know the answer to what to do with the human state, the human army, the human guerrilla, surviving half a century of civil strife and beyond four hundred years of age (yep).

Through the Geriezo district and into the Scalar district next door to the south, but this was also an unmanned burn. There are not even soldiers to blame for entering restricted areas.

The spelldoctor Septentorio was held back from going to the rubble, leaving the harbor and exiting on the national highway. There must have been a shopping mall along the road, but there was nothing left.

Shortly after the attack, there was a man handing out bread to doctors and nurses in the civil hospital parking lot.

Totally oblivious to his busyness, he was the bakery owner who was delivering salt-reduced and unsalted bread to the civic hospital. From the terror of the Star Way Prostitute Army survived, but what happened in the ensuing air raid?

Many patients were killed in the terrorist attacks and exposed to air raids by the Artel Lanista coalition forces on their way to the northern city of Masrina.

I think that the absence of people in the city of Zerneau is also due to the fact that many have left the world, which blunts the walk of the Septentorio. Still, I had never set foot in the Listver Autonomous Community, so I couldn't [jump] and had to walk on my own feet in the dusty wind.

By the time we got through the burned down Scalar District and into the southern neighborhood of Grjaj, the sun was leaning quite a bit, but the spelldoctor Septentorio doesn't mind walking.

I wanted to make sure Captain Solniak and the driver Medvege, Juvenile Soldier Morph, and the needle Amiella were home.

After a while, I got in the wind and heard things.

I stopped and cleared my ears a little, but I'm not sure what that sounds like. As we headed south again, the noise grew louder.

By the time the western sky was dyed apricot, it went out to an unmanned construction site.

With the city's [exorcisms] and [junctions] lost, it's dangerous to continue working after sunset. The workers must have pulled it off early to be safe.

Because residents don't have to worry about entering, there are no construction signs or a closed enclosure, but heavy-duty machines are placed and obviously people's hands are in. From what I saw, the restoration was pretty advanced.

The port of Gryage is a nearby factory trading port.

If this place is restored, the reconstruction of the surrounding plants will also proceed. Once the factory is rebuilt, we can also rebuild employees' residences and life-supporting shops.

... Here comes the fortune of men.

Turning out that the city of Zerneau was not a completely abandoned wax, the spelldoctor Septentorio was relieved by the bright signs.

As we walked south through the harbour where debris was removed and restoration work proceeded, we hit a completely rebuilt section.

Brand new warehouse doors remain open. A peek inside loaded the container and I could see the wall engraved with [exorcisms] and other spells.

There are no ships in the harbor.

I don't have a place to stay, so I guess I took her to another port before sundown.

Far south I saw a factory chimney. It's a factory in the Ristover Autonomous Region.

There was no smoke, but the factory building turned out to be safe, and the spelldoctor Septentorio walked on with complicated feelings.

"The sun, moon, stars, and stars of darkness that become void (depression) also illuminate (well). The sun and moon stars, all that live, the heavens and earth, the reason of this world, keep thee."

Kick off the miscellaneous demons that began to drift in the dusk darkness and head further south on the national road where the brand new asphalt was laid.

Around sundown, we reached the checkpoint in the autonomous community of Listver. The gates are closed tightly, and you can't see what's going on inside.

I noticed a blue and white light in the [light] leaking from the window of the surveillance cabin. Remembering that there was a Nemoralis army stuffing at the gate on the side of the Grujaj district, the spelldoctor Septentorio approached the cabin.