It's all one flower.

"I got out of the station the first day the government and the PLA did it. Going to the underground parking lot with Mr. Acoustics and three technical staff."

FM Cravel's DJ Rafe answered with a top-down subtraction. Golden hair illuminates the fire and stands out during the night.

The Miscellaneous Demon was dull in motion just to wind the square farther.

"What happened to the other guy?

On board with four of the FMs, why would I be alone with the announcer of the national broadcast and framed to run this place after sunset?

DJ Rafe politely answered the boy soldier Morph's question as well.

"I put the other three down near their respective houses because they were worried about their families. Just in case the PLA said to move only the truce time, then wait outside the battle zone. There's a road I can't get through with rubble and traffic, and I ate it for so many days."

"Hmm. Why did your brother come out here alone?

Rafe's face was distorted by Morph's casual question. Dropping drops wet the grass without cutting.

Medvege sees the boy soldier morph with a nasty eye that says he's done it, but he didn't say anything just because he smiled bitterly.

Funeral home Agoni goes up to the carrier and takes the water mass back. As the new vanilla tea went over, DJ Rafe wiped the grate off his face with a handkerchief.

"... excuse me"

"No. Welcome, I'm sorry. If you're not going to be able to talk, you don't have to."

Apologized by Captain Solniak, Juvenile Soldier Morph shrunk himself down by the confusion. Rafe shakes her head and smiles with her sobbing eyes.

"No, please hear this as one of the capital's damage situations and spread the word of mouth"

His mouth trembled with a powerless grin, and DJ Leif closed his eyes dampening his lips with vanilla tea.

"Me, it was near the North Gate, so I went last. Then, where there was a house, there was a big hole..."

Tears flow from the closed lid and wet the cheeks.

With the drops shining in the ignition light intact, DJ Rafe spoke with a firm voice.

"I went around many nearby temples and shelters, but my body was nowhere, and I finally found a neighbor in a temple near the West Gate, and he said," Everyone couldn't... "

Again, no longer voiced by tears, only one surviving DJ Rafe put his mouth on a paper cup and took a deep breath.

A funeral parlor, Agoni, prays to the goddess of the lake for the peace of their souls. Jorch of the national broadcast also continued, and the juvenile soldier Morphs. Three of the star's way prostitutes also offered silent prayers.

"I don't know which one it was, but you left it all behind."

When Medvege sighed, Jorch turned his attention to DJ and said:

"Perhaps they shot each other [Spears of Light] while traveling in [Flying]"

"Huh?

When the boy soldier Morph raised his voice, the announcer of the national broadcast said with a laugh at the drain.

"Surprised? The soldiers of both armies are protected by [armor], there is no great damage, and stray bullet damage is mainly caused by defenseless civilian houses."

"Oh, no, otherwise, me, that magic, I've seen the trick of using it, but I couldn't stab a single warcraft with a todome, but you said I'd bust the house...?

"You got out around here?

Funeral home Agoni surprises and looks around at three of the Star Road Prostitutes.

Captain Solniak corrected it.

"No, it's another forest. Carrier attacked with a spell and I stabbed Todome with a magical sword"

"Do you have a weapon now?

"Borrowed, returned"

To the captain's answer, announcer Jorch dropped his shoulder and explained to Morph.

"Erm... the spell doesn't even have a high output [spear of light] because of its limitations on the magic that can be caged. But demon soldiers have dropped Artel fighters and bombers under one blow."

What a strange mood to hear a voice always flowing off the radio from the mouth of the man in front of you.

Juvenile soldier Morph distracted himself from the announcer of the national broadcast and saw DJ holding his head down with a handkerchief and not moving.

... Mother and sister are absolutely determined, why am I not even crying?

Is it because I haven't seen burn marks directly? Will I mourn so much that if I go back to the Ristover Autonomous Region, I won't even have a voice like this DJ?

"With fuel and power cars, we can move the equipment and broadcast it."

State broadcast Jorch suddenly changed the story, and Juvenile Soldier Morph couldn't go with his head. Will everyone else, too, pay silent attention to the announcer?

"Even if it wasn't a power car, if we pulled electricity with an extension cord from some private house, we might be able to figure it out, but there was no electricity, gas, or water supply in rural areas, so the reviews were limited"

"If you do, you know how to move a generator?

The announcer deflected his eyes from Medvege and looked at the DJ next door. DJ shakes his head sideways as he leans down.

Captain Solniak gazed at the wagon car parked behind the two. I also saw the morph, but the fire reflected and I can't see the back of the window.

"Did you bring up the broadcast equipment"

"You say you brought it out, it's a relay car for the event, and it's been unloaded. I usually have a power car with me..."

DJ Rafe raised his face to the captain's inquiry.

"I can't move it because I'm out of gas, and even if I go to the city, I won't be able to sell gas enough to [crystal], so I can't use it."

"Can't we do this here?

When funeral home Agoni heard, DJ Rafe leaned down powerless.

"For events, low output, only about the venue and surroundings..."

Boy soldier Morph looked around.

Outside the square, lit by the flames of the fire, is the woodland on the hemline of the Ougali Mountains, surrounded by deep darkness. In the star lights leaking from the gaps of the clouds, the contours of the trees also melt at night and are invisible.

The only two people I've met since entering Ougali Old Road are Roark Parents and Children.

There was not a single house.

... If I were your brother Cruello, I wouldn't be able to move it.

Now he was at the Returning Refugee Center in the capital, Cravel.