It's all one flower.

A brown vial that fits perfectly in the palm (basket). On the surface, powerful words are written vertically in black ink and look like plaids.

The demon asthma cannon was grown up in the [Enchanted Cage].

Demon soldier Rubel sat shallow on the bed and looked up at the watch on the wall. Till time, it's still close enough.

There were no windows in this pedestrian inn.

Among the underground town of Chernochnijnik on the island of Lanterna, off the center street, it is always quiet. I feel guilty about spending so much peace in enemy land.

Staring at the white lacquered wall, I was afraid I was going to not know where this place was and what I was doing.

The vial in your hand has a different plush than Rubel's body temperature.

I just found out that there is a temperature in the black, glitchy magic creature, and that there are signs of the contents and the temperature leaking from the [cage of the devil].

Ensign Razootchik returned from Ignikerns base exactly at the scheduled time and is now taking a nap in the next room.

Rubel also gave instructions to the demon asthma cannon from here last night, and he should be exhausted using [the enemy] for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't sleep.

The bottle accidentally cracks and the darkness overflows.

Rubel's large body shrunk and was sucked into a spare vial. Looking up from the bottom of the [cage of submissive demons], a young man who came to the guard's uniform is about to close the lid.

"Wait! Stop it!

The scream did not speak.

The bouncing rubel exhaled heavily and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

A mass of darkness crawls out from beneath the old low table and stretches out to gaze upon the Lord.

"No, it's nothing. It's okay... go to sleep under your desk"

I command you in powerful words, realizing that your sleeping head speaks in Hunan and does not make sense. The demon asthma cannon returned to its original position in large part.

I guess I'm just surprised by the sudden movement, but it seems worried and makes me realize that my nerves are running out on long term assignments.

Sit back on a sofa with degraded fabric and look around the room.

The faded wallpaper peeled off, and the walls underneath it were yellow. The couch across the street is deserted. There is no dust or other dirt on the painting plates left on the decorative shelves.

The curtains were decaying and halfway back to earth on the floor, but the windows were not broken. The all-you-can-stretch garden trees, bushes and weeds were blindfolded along with the tall walls surrounding the large garden.

On the first day of the intrusion, the whole room was cleaned with [manicured water] and all the miscellaneous demons were fed by demon asthma cannons. Around the entire mansion, Ensign Razootchik cleaned up the demons and set this place at its immediate base.

According to Ensign's research, he has been abandoned for nearly twenty years since a disturbed servant in this mansion committed the massacre of his husband's family.

It occupies the corner of a luxury residential neighborhood among Artel's capital, Rufus, but for the past month or so, not a single person walked through the road in front.

Teach that the angle of a thin day that shoots in is close to noon.

Last night, he destroyed the Belarns base, southeast of Rufus.

That's the third place.

Two days after the destruction of the first Ignikans base, Ensign Razootchik made contact with the Nemoraris Grief Squad.

The day after the operation, Ensign spoke to the old lady of the liaison in the city of Kardafstvaw and took her to their stronghold.

Ensign Lazutočik [jumped] to the city of North Zakart, single and located in the western part of the island of Nenia. He boarded a defensive ship, Nomos, stationed in the port of Zakart, and when he came out, he was dressed in military uniform. Visit the Miscellaneous Buildings that have been abandoned in an unmistakable foothold and spared from destruction.

The base, Rubel also knows.

While on a search mission for the Devil's Asthma Cannon, he was leaning against the defensive ship Hoonerale, which was stationed in the port of North Zakart.

We found the base of the militant guerrilla when we searched North Zakart for lice crushing (sirami crushing) in [the enemy]. They raided bases and police stations on the mainland of Artel and used them as training bases combining the warehouses of weapons collected.

For once, I reported to the captain of the Hoonellare. A takeover leak told me to leave it alone as long as the order was already reported by the sentry in front of me and not in the way of the regular army.

Last year they were a bunch of amateurs gathered with no name, no control, just the desire to reward Artel with one arrow. Sometimes some of them divided the prey and nuts taken in the woods into units in the port of Zakart.

And when they heard that they had destroyed the Aquillo base in the western part of the mainland of Artel, they doubted their ears.

... Is the veteran now one of us?

Then he started calling himself the "Nemoralis Grief Team," and instantly the organization swelled up.

Now there are no more air defensemen, no more Hoonerales, no crew, no more Mullarks, who were partners on a search mission.

Mullark was dispatched to defend the defenseless Sentinel Rubel's back while concentrating on [Sovereign] on a Demon Asthma Cannon search mission.

Dark-haired, powerful land people, [plummeting eagle (eagle)] school demon costume soldiers. The designation is Mulak due to the hair color. Other than the name, I only know what you can see.

How are the troops, where they came from, and their families, and why, did they join the army? I don't know how many personal things, but his absence makes my back so uneasy.

... together in an operation, even though it was a short time ago.

Now, I didn't want to hear that nostalgic voice.

Without context, I remember the nostalgic smile of the guerrillas who separated their prey from me and the grieving smile of the old man who said he wanted me to see him take his grandson's revenge.

Rubel exhaled slowly and took the [endless bottle] out of his trenchcoat pocket. Raise only a little water and include it in your mouth. I let it go over to my dry tongue until its coolness was the same as my body temperature.