It's all one flower.

As soon as I got out of the laboratory, the factory operation sounded like an ear barrier. The curse doctor of the people of the lake chanted [leap] and returned to the steel park.

The ruins of the Central Civic Hospital threaten to collapse. [Simple junctions] were circled over the roasted rolled shellfish shaped playthings and lowered their hips inside. The outside of the concrete plaything was burnt, but the interior is safe.

Someone of the citizens who escaped terrorism would surely have revealed the night here.

... Nevertheless, what do you mean by not even removing debris?

I didn't feel hungry, I was tired of walking a long distance for a long time, and I lost consciousness before I could think ahead of that question.

The next morning, he went out to the Njefried Canal and washed his body with [manicured water] every garment, also moisturizing the dry throat.

Lots of fish swarm and swim, sparkling scales in the morning light. I chanted [manicured water] again and tried to fry the water mass ashore, including fish. The fish fled to the canal one after the other against the current, and the fish that fell to the ground also jumped bitches back into the water. Like the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, [Fishing (Su, etc.) Rugalu Bird (Pelican)] I give up that if I can't use the school technique, I will walk back to the canal with the water mass.

The air raid proceeded southwest along Takeshi Boulevard and into Miech District.

There were fewer car wrecks on the street where the city bus used to run than I thought. In the terrorist attacks ahead, the majority of the inhabitants who own passenger cars were probably able to evacuate.

Residential neighborhoods just left the foundations and slight bricks burning, with little debris.

There should have been household effects, personal belongings, albums and other memorabilia in each house, but such objects were buried in the ashes as far as I could see from the beginning.

Only the weeds that grew on the trail of the street trees and garden, which luckily survived, were vibrant in the gray landscape. There is nothing to block the sun, and even the powerless people don't seem to have to worry about getting stuck in the foot by cluttered demons during the day.

Continuing south along the bus road, he went out for a burnt arched sign. The strut is deformed by heat, and shows the entrance to the mall on one knee.

There was not a single private store left.

A small building of reinforced concrete has been left with potpourri here and there. Upon approaching, the windows evaporated and the inner objects were carbide while retaining their original form. [Nest Suspension Suspension (Caquez)] The school technique was protected to some extent, but the fire exceeded the effectiveness of [fire resistance], or the magic ran out along the way.

By the time he was through the burns of the mall, the spelldoctor Septentorio had finally learned to hunger. I haven't brought anything out of the base of Lanterna Island.

Exploring the pocket of the white coat, it contained the green and blue candy that Farkill gave me. Thankfully it was contained in a grain of mouth and entered the Pisturnik district with the misery burned to his eyes. The information board of the district name, which shaken and fell to the ground, made a rattling noise in the early autumn wind and swayed.

Before long, I could see a gray fence extending into the hemline of the Kublum Mountains. It separates the city of Zerneau from the autonomous community of Listwar. That's all that's alive and well, and there's no safe building in front of it.

Looking west, there was only a few concrete buildings left. It would be a building or factory of a mining related company, but I'm sure it would be the same building in the mall inside.

The spelldoctor Septentorio looked up with his hands on a wall separating the autonomous community from the outside world.

The hilly, cold fence is about five meters high and stretched over it to barbed wire. If the technique of [flying] can be used, there is no such fence.

A step back cast a spell.

"The fence of the earth leaves the quiet invisible Wing Yuzhen (Hafu) to go vertically through the heavenly road cloud road (Amakukuku)"

I kicked the ash-covered land, but the people of the lake did not float. The magic that has been wrapped around me is misty.

... now that the technique did activate...?

I twisted (twisted) my neck and cast the same spell again, but the results were the same. Apparently, from the side of the city of Zerneau, he noticed that a [demon] technique was hanging near this fence, and walked west away from the fence. In hotter weather, the [heat resistance] in white would have expired and I would have noticed earlier.

Earlier, the far-sighted building had lost its windows.

Climbing sloppy slopes and walking to the western edge of the Pisturnik district, green trees and fields and dotted farmers remained intact in the Zorata district ahead. The northern city is probably under air raid, but the rural areas within sight of here were safe.

If they hadn't left because of restrictions on entry, there might still be residents.

The spelldoctor Septentorio crossed the bus road on the district border and entered the Zorata district.

The wheat in the field is pruned beautifully. In another field, eggplants (aubergines) were fruitful, and large pumpkins were also rolling in the field next to them.

... wheat harvest is... June or July.

Did you stay because you weren't attacked by air, or did you come back because you were concerned about the field? Or did the burned dwell on their own?

The spelldoctor Septentorio went out on an unpaved farm road in asphalt. Weeds thrive, but tire tracks have tread solidified soil swooping out. There are no weeds in the eggplant fields, and it looks like they've just been taken care of recently.

Something moved at the edge of my vision.

Turn your gaze on alert. A shadow rose across the pumpkin field and came out on the farm road. The spelldoctor Septentorio whispers [leaps] and stops and waits in front of the words of the knot.

The shadow has run well with the mowing sickle in his hand. The spelldoctor breathes heavily and circles his magic in preparation for the [leap].

"Spelldoctor, spelldoctor!

The man spreads a grin all over his face and rushes over.

When I approached the location where my face could be distinguished, I remembered that I was a patient who had previously been ambulantly transported in a car accident. The wound was healed by Septentorio surgery, but he was admitted to Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital for about two weeks because of the severe bleeding and infection.

"It's not a dream, is it?"

The elderly farmer lets his breath out and stops in front of the spelldoctor, moisturizing his eyes. At its chest, the school's badge (today) swayed.

"It's not a dream. I'm glad you're doing well."

"I'm glad the curse doctor is safe. Please have lunch with us."

"Is everyone in your family staying?

"Yeah, well, around there, we..."

The spelldoctor Septentorio followed the farmer, who did not say any more and whose hair of the colour of the earth was mixed with white.