It's all one flower.

"Every day, at least one meal and a rainstorm, cold, and a home that can prevent demons and stuff, spellmaking and other jobs, and safety from being exposed to terrorism and air raids...... or so?

"Well, the people who went camping most want it because there's a bomb coming down on their heads. It's a peaceful sky. It's a monster, it's a nemoralis, it's everywhere. You can't live anywhere."

Funeral home Agoni says while stripping the rest of the soup.

… a peaceful sky…?

Boy soldier Morph tried to imagine what it was like, but it didn't work.

When I was in the Ristover Autonomous Community, I woke up as soon as the night dawned and walked downstairs to work at the factory to avoid stepping on the passage of the Barack gap for faeces and urine build-up.

Even if I look up at you while you're at work, it's the gray ceiling that's in your eyes.

The day I didn't get to work, I went out to Sheeney Green Space and spent the whole day crawling to the ground looking for grass and insects to eat.

Even when you get home, Barack's ceiling is rusty tongue.

Morph realized that he had never seen the sky properly until he became a boy soldier of the Star Way Prostitute Army and threw himself into battle.

On the first day of the air raid, the sky, which looked like a gap in black smoke that the city of Zerneau could burn, had a formation of bombers that could rain incendiary shells.

Artillery Lanista coalition fighters and bombers were also flying to burn the city of Nemoralis in the sky watching in the burning marks of the city of Zerneau.

The wide sky seen from the North Vieetfi Bridge was filled by a large formation of drones like Yunxia.

"I just read the sky."

I remember Awellana, the pharmacist (dull), saying that the night I watched at the State Broadcasting Zerneau branch.

Even if you can't use magic, if you look closely at the sky, you'll see tomorrow's weather.

At that time, I couldn't believe more than half the words of a green-haired witch.

... You didn't tell me that or how to read the sky.

Pharmacist Awellana always seemed busy being chased to treat the injured and make magic drugs.

Think of the sky you've ever seen and look up at the rest stop sky buried in dead grass.

The sky, squared through the woods of the woodlands of the Ougari Mountains, was a beautiful clear blue. A thin cloud stretches like a brushed (peeled) rub all the way up high.

At least now, there wasn't a group of bombers.

... but again, I don't know when you're coming.

Jorch, a state-run broadcast announcer, coughed up one and re-divided it.

"The battle zone is expanding in the capital, Cravel, with more control of the Nemus Liberation Army. Government forces are trying to protect the port of Cravel by putting in warships, but at worst we cannot deny the possibility of destroying port facilities and retreating so that they are not in the hands of the Nemus Liberation Army"

"Oh, come on, what happens to those leftover eating monsters or something?

Jorch replied to the sighing mix, said truck driver Medvege.

"Vessels that do not already have permission from government forces, even small fishing vessels, are not allowed to enter the port. Life is adversely affected, and the hearts and minds of the people of the city are away from government forces"

Sadly added by DJ Rafe.

"State broadcasters, PLA-occupied broadcasters, it's a flush of how much the government ignores the lives of the people."

"Are you talking bad on the radio?

Boy soldier Morph felt uncomfortable, but DJ Rafe just nodded and explained the situation, not saying good or bad about what the Nemus Liberation Army did.

"The PLA hasn't said a word about helping the people of the city, but as long as I picked up rumors and stuff about people in the city, more and more people are disgusted with the government forces and inclined to feel for the PLA."

Many times he went with Captain Solniak to see how the capital, Cravel, was doing.

The captain looks around and says to everyone.

"The PLA is gaining a steady grasp of the popularity of the dominion. If we solidify the foundation of just not being shot from behind, we will strike out into the city of Rachka, where there is an extraordinary government, before putting the entire capital under control"

"Then you shouldn't evacuate to Rachka"

Padolrik, the father of the Kruillos, asked holding Amana in his arms.

"The Nemus Liberation Army as well as the Artel Army need to be vigilant. After losing the demon asthma cannon, the government forces must also allocate their power to the PLA. It's not strange when you're breached by an air defense network deployed off Zakart."

When Captain Solgnac told us about the war, everyone pulled their faces together.

But you can't stay at the retreat on the secluded Ougari Old Road forever.

... It's almost winter.

Every year in the Listwer Autonomous Region, there are starving and frozen deaths. If it's a truck carrier, it's better than a barrack full of gaps, but with more people, we have to do something about the food.

Kruillo's father, Padolrik, stuck Amana in his head and thought still, but looked up and said.

"Don't be afraid to move to the west berth. Leno, you told the hauliers to come over there."

"After rendezvous, go to Geatzint and stay there or continue east on the northern Ugari Mountains to Ljabina..."

"Let's discuss it again"

No one disagreed with that, and we all did the loading of baggage and the aftermath of the burning with familiar hands.

The two broadcasters split on the wagon and the others on the truck.

The line sank into dark thoughts and headed to the berth where he was leaning before the guerrilla broadcast.

▲ Map of Listver Autonomous Region.