It's all one flower.

The Nemoralis Grief Squad may have overgrown the organization.

How many of those nostalgic guerrillas took revenge in the Aquillo base raid and would have survived afterwards.

When Ensign Razootchik made contact in the city of North Zakart, the demon-mounted soldier Rubel was left with the demon asthma cannon in the underground Chernoknyjnik inn to listen to the conversation between Ensign and Guerrilla in [Flower Ears].

Rubel's [enemy] eyes capture a cluttered building that remains stuck in the ruins found last year.

"I'm Second Lieutenant of the Nemoralis Army Intelligence Department. Call me a secret detective."

"What's a spy from the government army for?

"The lady who said Silva contacted the delegate?

The Ensign, who named himself dignified at the doorstep of the Miscellaneous Building, once again tells him what to do, without even moving into a swordswallowing voice.

"Gentlemen, we also know what the Nemoralis Grief Team does. The destruction of the Aquillo base, the disruption caused by the seizure of weapons, food, etc., can only be described as brilliant"

Praised by Ensign of the Regular Army, the guerrillas bewilder.

"Today, I spoke to the man who directed the operation."

"Aquillo base......?

"Who did this to you, Commander?

Guerrillas of various hair colors face to face.

I could see the reason for earlier confusion, and Rubel, the demon soldier, became anxious.

Ensign Lazutočik came here once he had jumped to Nomos, a defensive ship stationed in the port of Zakart, and finished dressing and reporting.

A military uniform and a class chapter, he seems to have believed me to be a lieutenant in the regular army, but he doesn't look welcome.

As the people of the lake in the guard's uniform stepped forward and raised one hand horizontally, the guerrillas shut up. The [plunging eagle] school badge (today) sways in the guard's chest.

"These people just recently came in, so they don't know about summer. Mr. Silva told me a little about it, but the Regular Army meets our leader, what are you going to do?

"As I told your contact lady. Say hello to the future…"

"Come here by now!

The newcomers are in a good mood.

When the green-haired guard turned around, he looked like a bum and stepped back.

A professional soldier who boarded the stronghold of a militant guerrilla by himself tells him without changing his complexion.

"Finally, I'm ready to slap the mainland of Artel. Do we know what happened to Ignikans base right after you guys took your weapons?

The complexion of the guerrillas changes.

The men, with automatic small guns hanging on their shoulders and tactical vests from the top of their normal winter clothes, saw the Ensign licking from top to bottom.

The guards of the people of the lake say only to their faces.

"Mr. Cleve, please take me to training as planned. In the woods, don't go back enough on foot."

Copy that.

The armed guerrillas follow each other as the people of the land, called the Cleve, step out onto the road and wave. The people of the lake, who remained alone, dropped them off until their figure disappeared across the rubble and recruited Ensign.

I was led to a room on the third floor.

It's a landscape room with just two desks.

In the back seat, a young man in a uniform of small men and guards arrives and the men who disassemble and service the guns sit on the floor. When the people of the lake spoke from the door, a dozen men stopped taking care of their weapons and raised their faces.

When Ensign Razootchik told him what to do following his mould-like greeting, a guard young man sitting at his desk in the back shook his head beside him with a bitter smile.

"There is no commander. That's when we all thought about the operation, splitting up the groups in roles, putting leaders on each side."

Return to the task of overlapping the curses arranged on the desk.

In the seat next to the guard, a small land people who raised the [knitting reed cut] school badge (yesterday) wrote something, spreading the notebook.

"So what about the leaders of the group and the people who put the operation together?

"I led one of the real forces, but there's no one else."

A guard of the people of the land laid down his eyes. You reminded me of a harsh battle, dropping my gaze on a bound spell and stopping my hand.

Ensign muttered and prayed silently.

"Who made the statement on the radio?

"That's me, too."

"So you're the representative of the Nemoralis Grief Squad."

When Ensign Razootchik again named him, the land people's guard told him "Oriol," only his name. The badge is a testament to the same magical warrior as the guards of the people of the lake [the plunging eagle (eagle)].

The men who were sitting on the floor and disassembling their guns moved and made way. A guard on the guide stood beside Oriole, and the Ensign stopped his leg a few steps in front of the desk.

"Yesterday's handiwork at Ignikerns Station was the only one I could see."

"Where were you looking from?

A small land people stopped the hand of the writing.

"It's on base property. Waiting for you to pull off, we've launched an attack."

"Thank you."

"I mean, you're gonna get in the way of the Regular Army, so we're gonna keep quiet, right?

Security guard Olyor stares Ensign Razootchik in the front.

"It's good to guess the boulder. But a little different."

"Oh, my God, I didn't put it on. Just say it."

"I'm not free here!

The men sitting on the floor raise their frustrated voices.

When the guards of the people of the lake patrolled their gaze, they calmed down as if they had poured cold water into boiling water.

Ensign continues the conversation as if nothing had happened.

"As you know, it's an attack that slaps a wide range at once. Gentlemen, I do not want to involve the brave soldiers who will worry about the national disaster and risk their lives to fight it."

"Are you going to tell me the planned date of the operation?

Answer the green-haired guard immediately.

"Unfortunately, I can't do that"

"What?

"What are you doing here, you!

"Quiet."

In the voice of the people of the lake, the murderous men returned to their town.

... he's the one arm of the leader?

The people of the lake are polite in their physical hips, and the calm atmosphere even looks like an adult, but it seems at a glance from the guerrillas of the powerless land people. He worked for a different security company than Oriol, and the uniform, embroidered with various defensive techniques, has a different design for the body.

"Mainland Artel has mechanical eyes everywhere. Not only are surveillance cameras installed in the streets, but the public owns tablet devices one at a time and always carries them with them"

"I don't know where it leaks from, so until the date and time of the operation, Cotto says it won't be taught by the boulders? I can't help it."

When the small land people confirmed to make the guerrillas listen, not only the Ensign but also the two guards nodded at the same time.

The men on the floor look at each other with their neighbors and whisper their doubts in a whisper. They don't know what the thing is. [Knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] A scholastic little man put the pen down.

"To anyone who cares what kind of machine, I'll explain later, will you be quiet?

This craftsman seems to be familiar with machines as well as magic tools.

Waiting for the men to shut up, the Ensign opened his mouth.

"For the time being, I want you to refrain from giving a hand to the base. The enemy base promises that we will crush it.... after you destroy the base, you can do what you want."

"You want me to focus solely on the leftover enemy sweep operation," he said?

"I don't care if you retrieve the weapons left behind after the destruction."

... wherever and how they use that weapon...?

There was a slight concern over Rubel's chest, but now it's not the time.

"Is that attack an elite unit of demon soldiers? Or is it a retrieved demon asthma cannon?

"I'll leave it to your imagination"

The moment Oriol's question was cleared, the men stood up.

"Let me tell you something just now...... ugh!

"Fine. Fine. Let's go clean up after the Regular Army attack."

The men breathed in the voice of the delegates and hung their eyebrows.

The people of the lake, who will refrain beside them, will move between the desk and Ensign.

"Is it okay to reveal that it is a regular army attack in itself?

"Until the official announcement, I'd like you to lay low as much as possible, but it doesn't affect a lot of people (because they want to)."

The people of the lake turned to Oriol.

"The Regular Army has moved, so I'll pull my hand.... Anyone who wants to go to refugee camp with you will then be taken by [leap]"

"You, stay here at the corner, Nani, are you saying?

"He's a fucking hipster!

"You coward!

"Fuck, I don't care. He's got feet on his hands!

"Go anywhere! Get down!"

In anger and ridicule, the representative Oriol rose.