It's all one flower.

Today, I came to a bus stop near the South Vieetfi Bridge.

The demon soldier Rubel casts a spell on Ensign Razootchik to keep his mouth almost (mostly) motionless.

The island of Lanterna, in Artel territory, is an autonomous community of wizards, but it is lame that boulders notice the use of this technique. I have excuses available, but I never crossed the line unnoticed by the locals.

Right beside him, Ensign Razootchik made a noise turning the pages of the newspaper, but crawling his surgically enlarged vision onto a white, giant bridge.

The South Vieetfi Bridge, created by collecting excerpts of magic, science and technology, stretches south from the island of Lanterna over Lake Lacus and is connected to the city of Ignikans, an arterial territory on the mainland of the continent.

The thin winter days are blocked by clouds, but there were no cluttered demons or demons at all on the pure white bridge.

Coming to the island are public buses and vendor delivery trucks, and crossing the continent is a bus with commuters and enough private cars to count with one hand.

Opposite the coast, the city of Ignikans is forested with skyscrapers and cars constantly flow down eight-lane roads. The building group in Office Street was higher than any building Rubel had ever seen.

The only thing that separates the sidewalk from the driveway is the guardrail. I don't see [exorcism] stone tablets or [leap] excluded junction stones anywhere. Rubel became unexpectedly anxious about the magically defenceless big city.

The people hurrying along the sidewalk were circling their backs in the wind from the lake, even wearing thick coats and rolling mufflers.

Shutters rise along the boulevard, one beautiful shop after another, but no store has [fire] or [seismic] spells or spells.

The gap in the tall building did not shoot the sun, and in the darkness where the garbage and diarrhea were abandoned, dark miscellaneous demons crept in.

... Will that come out on the street again tonight?

The Arthurian on the road doesn't even look at such darkness, but walks around messing with the tablet terminal with one hand.

People walking with their necks bent at the same angles sometimes hit their shoulders, but it was strange that they were indifferent to each other.

... Well, if you were walking around watching that, you'd bump into it.

Why don't you walk forward?

There are many posters in front of the bus stop and bureau in the city of Ignikans to the effect of saying, "Let's stop looking at the terminal while walking," but nobody seems to care.

It also seemed strange that the Winter Solstice Festival was gone.

Until only thirty years ago, in the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic, the winter solstice was spent as a traditional event in a region not concerned with faith.

Rubel himself was born after half a century of civil unrest, but many times he hears memorabilia of military seniors and city people who have moved from today's Artel territory to Nemoralis territory.

During the day, unmarried young people in festive clothing dance in alternating rings of men and women around the fire, surrounded by great fires and singing festive songs in open places such as temples, churches and lakeside (banks).

At dusk, the dancer picks fire from it and tours the house, turning the light on the candle. I was told that it was my turn to sleep at the family outing and to protect the lights (and mobiles) until dawn.

Longest night of the year.

It's a festival, so it's a treat at night, and the kids aren't usually scolded for waking up at bedtime. Everyone nostalgically said that that special evening was something they looked forward to every year.

Wasn't that the case during the civil unrest of half a century, and has it been forgotten on the mainland of Artel, where there is no race for long lives?

In the village of Assaete, home of Rubel, the dancers walk on oak twigs, not candles, with their hands turning on [lights] in surgery, not sleeping in a family outing, just sleeping in shifts and making sure someone is awake in different places, later the same.

The reason that the place of fire mining is a temple or a church is simply because it is easy to gather in large numbers.

According to the village chief, he used to burn and dance bonfires (kabi) even beside Shitsuji and wells. I heard they stopped doing it at the well end, etc. because the water supply was maintained and reduced usage in the city, but still only about a hundred years ago.

It was only thirty years ago that the country was divided by accepting the peace proposal.

... Nothing, it's not an exclusive Flaxinus festival. It's a traditional event that I don't know how long it's been going on, but it's so easy to get rid of.

In the current artel, the winter solstice did not seem to be a holiday, the children went to school as usual and the adults were at work.

There were people up all night, but I've only been observing for the past week, and I know that's what happens every day.

The winter solstice saw it all day, with care, but at last the fire never burned in the square of the church.

No well-like items were found on the corner, and bonfires were never set ablaze in Shitsuji. Machine lights… LED street lights, shop signs, flashy neons, electric message boards, etc. were brilliant dots, but that's every night.

Artel's night was more flashy but empty than the festival.

Much more crowded than the city of Nemoralis, beneath which cluttered demons like mud.

People walk when they see a tablet device that shines light squarely at night. Even though he is beneath, he does not look to the group of cluttered demons who scowl in the dark beneath his feet.

... You can walk well in such a place. Isn't that disgusting?

In the last few days of observation, in the morning, the majority of the people who went down this road realized that they would follow the same path in reverse after sunset.

The Arthurians, like the Nemoralis, go home after school or work.

Of course, I felt like I had seen something strange because of their strange behavior.

The school seems to have been on holiday since the day after the Winter Solstice, and the number of children walking during this time period is decreasing.

More than a week across the island of Lanterna with Ensign Lazutočik. I was confused on the first day, Rubel, but I've become quite familiar with the adaptability of the late youngster (hence) or with the island's life and the handling of tablet devices.

Drive extra thoughts on reconnaissance out of your head and concentrate on the task.

Demon Costume Soldier Rubel tied the map he had displayed on his terminal to the actual city of Ignikans he was looking at in [Sovereignty] in his head.

A bus drops off a large number of passengers every time they leave the city of Kardavstovau to cross the South Vieetfi Bridge and stop all over the center street.

The ragged car went through the residential area and reached the end point and the garage behind it. Some buses call back, others wait in the garage.

Based on the road map tapped into his head, he followed the bus route with the eyes of [the enemy] and superimposed it on the map of the screen.

Miscellaneous demons drift like dirt and mud on narrow roads along bus roads, building clearances, and underground roads where descended people walk.

... you're going to be full in no time.

Demon asthma cannons were shredded using warcraft and shrunk to a few tenths.

I just fed him to his full stomach, and he can't make a wide-angled facial attack that would sweep the formation of the Artel Air Force with a single blow, as he did before.

Air raids in the city of Gardenia have stopped since then because of the criticism received from the international community, but I could not read when and again.

Demon-mounted soldier Rubel moved his gaze from the city of Ignikans on the stair hill to Ignikans base in the east.

There are still a significant number of manned bombers and fighters and drones remaining at the Air Force Base, which stretches over the lowlands facing the lake shore.

Rubel's mission was to destroy the base.