It's all one flower.

Fill your belly with omelette meals and head to lurking destinations.

"Tonight, for once, is an inn for pedestrians."

Ensign Razootchik said without turning around.

The underground town of Chernoknijnik meshes in a narrow aisle with small shops.

Under the colorful signs, the first machine seen by demon-mounted soldier Rubel is also sold. There was a pile of products in the store that I didn't even know what to use for, and another store overflowed the aisle.

The voices of people's pricey voices and the calls of shops overlap on the spotless radio and in-store BGMs, and the voices of passers-by who can't beat them are also added.

I manage to keep up with Ensign Lazutočik so as to swim the overflowing stream of colors and sounds.

I was completely exhausted when I arrived at the inn.

The city of Artel was too informative for Rubel, who grew up in a quiet mountain village, both on screen and in reality.

Guided is a room for one, with white walls and ceilings.

Rubel accidentally lost her strength from her shoulder and exhaled heavily.

Are you tired?

"Ha... yes"

Ensign Razootchik laughed bitterly, and Rubel, the demon soldier, was bent over. The stone on the floor is light in color and this is also easy on the eyes.

"Get some rest tonight. From tomorrow onwards, we will gather information in conjunction with equipment training."

Ensign Razootchik closed the door without waiting for his men's reply either.

The leftover rubel looked up and looked around the room again. It's a basement, naturally, no windows, but no breathlessness. In the corner of the ceiling, a small lattice was found with a fitted vent.

All kinds of protective spells and curses are engraved on ceilings, floors and walls, but each material is gentle in colour and is not annoying to the eyes.

Bed and small writing desk, water bottle and chip cage.

That's all.

... I can't believe nothing's calming me down so much.

Hang your luggage and trench coat on the back of your chair.

There was an outlet on the wall in front of the desk. Recharge the tablet terminals and rechargeable batteries, respectively, as Ensign Razootchik told me.

All the equipment given is made by the Empire of Japan.

I don't think I went to buy even the far eastern islands of the Chinucalculu Nothiu continent, but the high performance and the reliability of the operation were also found out by one soldier, Rubel.

It was taught that the Artel government slipped through a censorship network hung in the information space and contained applications that allowed most of the sites to be accessed, but I couldn't pin anything for lack of study.

... if I say it magically, is it like I can force myself to break through [the simplified junction]?... No, you don't.

The line contract is a pseudonym, which he says he also did in a third country. Rubel had no idea how far he would deceive the eyes of the Artel army.

Even if we prepare so carefully, we are told that we cannot eliminate the danger of interception of communications, and we are wary of the high scientific and intelligence power of the Artel Republic.

The demon soldier Rubel was about to turn his eyes in just one day and made a dangerous noise.

At Artel, even children use this stuff without difficulty, and even people commit crimes and terrorism in the computer space to the military, the administration, corporations, etc.

... The General is right, I don't feel we can win an intelligence battle.

Rubel, the demon soldier, lowered his hips on the bed and stroked his waist porch.

The contents of the stiff sensation are [Cage of Submissive Demons (Juma)]. After shredding the giant enlarged along with the trailer to the extent of a large motorcycle, it was able to accommodate even the mass produced [cage of submissive demons]. There are five brown vials [cages of the devil] protected by the technique of [stubborn], but four are empty bottles held in reserve.

There is a demon asthma cannon in one of the pockets at the right end of the West Porch.

Unlike being dormant by sealing, demons and magical creatures housed in the [cage of the submissive demon] remain awake. Leave me alone, I'll starve to death.

You have to finish your training before that happens, release them and give them the Miscellaneous Demon.

... I think it would be better for the world to let you die like this.

Shake the head of a redhead and kick out the extra thought.

Disposal does not change the international position of the Republic of Nemoralis unless it is done in a public (snack) setting. On the contrary, we lost a weapon that could counteract Artel's scientific power, and now it will be a deadly blow.

... After all, do the operations have to be carried out?

When I raised my face, I saw the charging red light seeping into the [light] of the procedure.

Reminds me that I can still use it while charging, and I take the tablet device. Thin plates with large notebooks were too small for the hands of large rubels to handle.

Launch your browser and type in the search term "demon asthma cannon" with the following flick input. I found more than a million in a flash.

Terrible touch to the headlines of the news articles displayed at the top.

A familiar title appears at the top edge of the toggled screen.

Hunan Economic Newspaper. Next to it is a small "Lacrimalis version".

The article was about the same as it was in a newspaper I bought from an old woman in Harbor Park in an announcement thing by the Royal Lacrimalis Army. The Internet version adds diagrams, chronology, photographs and supplementary descriptions, and is more informative.

The magical creatures that the Nemoralis Army called "demonic asthma cannons" were developed about seven hundred years ago by the Royal Army of Lacus Lacrimalis, and at that time much more detailed information than was taught to General Al Jadi during the clandestine discussions, such as what was called "the darkness of cleansing", was available to the rest of the world.

... military secrecy and nothing... isn't this the only thing you don't know anymore, the general public of Nemoralis?

No, refugees fleeing to neighbouring countries where there is an Internet connection environment, such as the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, may also have found out through volunteers.

Even around the time of the war, the volunteers coming and going with Nemoralis and Lacrimaris had information Rubel did not know.

I looked through the article and also opened the related article under it.

Continue reading one after the other, this war that you did not know in the country of Nemoralis - at some point tapping into your head the information on the "Battle of Nemoralis and Artel," which has become known as the "Devil's Asthma Gun War" outside the country.

The composition of the news site was simple, with few flashy ads, and the book was easily read forward with a sense of reading.

There was even an article about a large number of Kirkuls lurking outside the Listwar Autonomous Community within Nemoralis. It supported bomb attacks by star markers (servants) that occur everywhere, but within Nemoralis, all powerless people are turned to suspicion at an unclear rumor level.

Reactions of the kingdoms of Lacrimalis, which have been entangled, of Amitostigma, which has received refugees, and of the countries of the Hunan region affected by the blockade on the lake.

The impact of this war on the Artel economy, "humanitarian aid" by the Kirkurus countries of the Alton Gaza continent.

UN moves, international NGO moves.

Refugee questionnaires by volunteer organisations, support for refugees in the Fraxinus Church, support activities by celebrities…

At the end of a volunteer article by popular singer Niptra Neumae, there was a link to "Charity Video".

Play the video and an ad will appear. The author of the video said Niptra Neumae would donate the full amount in a mechanism that would generate income from the number of times it was displayed.

When the thick finger touched the letter of the link, a completely different video site was opened from the news. A picture of a blue flower appears inside a square frame, with a familiar voice flowing.

Niptra Neumae.

It's Amiella.

"My family was scattered by half a century of civil unrest. I was told that my sister's family was still alive, but I couldn't locate her."

... this, that night...!

I don't have a DJ match, but it's the "Find Out Home" corner of Civil Liberation Radio. The night the coup broke out, the broadcast was still a recording.

In the video of the tablet, the story ends with a soprano singer from the Lyabina Civil Orchestra and relatives of Niptra Neumae, Niptra, with a beat aside, accompanied by a piano and three singing voices.

... right. This song.

I took my notebook out of my trench coat pocket and listened back again and again to write down the lyrics to Asaete Village's foster song "Tears of the Goddess".