It's all one flower.

"Thanks for everything, Journitol. Be well."

"Olyor too...... stay well"

"Mr. Oriole!

As the guards with the magic warrior's credentials shook hands, a voice flew close to screaming.

Olyor says in a quiet voice, holding the hand of the people of the lake, Journitle.

"Journitle was originally part of it."

"I didn't think it would take a year."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Ensign Razootchik folds his hips on the back of the guerrilla and drips his head.

Journitle then turned his hand away.

"How long is it going to take to destroy all the bases?

"I can't tell you the exact thing, but I promise I won't keep you waiting for a year"

"I'm afraid so."

Guard Journitol lowered his green-haired head courteously to Ensign.

"Come out by now and look fucking great!

"You're late! Curse!"

"Holy shit! Tax thieves!

"Don't give us orders when you're a tax thief!

"This is already our fight!

"Stay calm! Impossible. Army!

I'll let you do whatever you want.

One, picking up the parts and pushing them into the pocket of the tactical vest, grabbed the gun being disassembled and left, the other men followed. The angry, rambling shoe sounds overlap multiple times, rocking the hallway away like a ground sound.

Guards and small craftsmen drop off without saying anything.

Later, there was only one old man left.

Craftsmen speak up.

"Aren't you going?

The grey-haired land people laid their hands on their knees and stood up whispering.

"I gave this life to Mr. Oriole. I'll follow you to the end of hell."

"You don't have to throw it away in such a hurry, you don't have to go with Journitol, do you?

Oriol's voice was unexpectedly gentle and warm.

... What imitation?

Rubel, watching with [enemy] and [flower ears] from the underground city of Chernochnijnik, frowned.

"My locality has been turned to ashes. I'm on a business trip to Lyabina... my daughter will be wed when the almonds bloom..."

A man clogs his voice and leans down.

Drops that fell on the peeled concrete created a small build-up of water.

"If I could replace you, I wanted to do it on your behalf! Why, me alone...!

I can't find a word to hang on a man shaking his shoulders.

Ensign Lazutočik returned his gaze to Oriol. The representatives of the Nemoralis Grief Squad say nothing.

On a distant, arterial island, demon-mounted soldier Rubel had no choice but to grab a vial filled with demon asthma cannons and watch.

"Mr. Oriol gave me a place to die like this."

Wipe your eyes with your sleeves. Yes, a man raised his face.

"You worked in pieces, you'd be gay like before. I don't want to waste my life like that."

I have a slight grin on my lips.

"I'll follow you to the end.... Whatever happens."

"Thank you. I will never waste my life I have deposited"

The old man nodded at Oriol's powerful voice and lowered his hips to the floor, resuming gun care.

The craftsman scratches his head and peeks at Ensign Lazutočik for his ascendancy.

"Attack...... could you just give me a minute?

"Why?

"There's a lot of people out there for the increase in numbers. There will be people like Mr. Journitol who fought in place of the Regular Army until they attacked the mainland, people like those who left who want to avenge anything against the Artels, some who will follow Mr. Oriole and fight with the government forces, and they will not be on the battlefield like me... there will be people who specialize in rear support, and the way they are involved..."

"What are you trying to say?

The latter three do not pinch their mouths in the sending of craftsmen and second lieutenants.

... Is he one of the staff officers who put the operation together?

"In short, it's not a single rock. I don't know anything. I can't decide what I'm going to do. I need you to wait until I tell everyone about this..."

"I can't move this operation. I need you to adjust that."

"No, thank you for taking the time to let us know"

Journitle thanked me and cut the story off. Say goodbye to the Orioles again and leave the room without turning around.

An old man hung a reassembled automatic small gun on his shoulder and followed him.

"Go and let everyone know."

"I'm coming too."

Three footsteps away.

Olyor lowered his hips, elbowed himself to the gray desk and put his hands together in front of his face.

"You better get rid of the rebels now."

...... eh? What are you talking about, this guy?

Rubel doubted his ears at the ruthless remarks. I've never heard the same voice change so much since I was born. I don't think he's the same person who spoke gently to a man who lost a whisper of happiness.

"Why?

"When you're at peace, now you're the type to be a burglar to eat, so I'll pull the leg of reconstruction in terms of security."

Ensign Razootchik did not respond to it, leaving the North Zakart stronghold of the Nemoralis Grief Squad behind.

Three days after the destruction of the second Tailm base, Ensign Razootchik visited the North Zakart City stronghold alone again.

"After all, about two-thirds of them broke away."

"It's not like we're going under our command."

Ensign laughs bitterly.

I reported to the military command and alerted them. So far, they don't have many joining the Nemus Liberation Army. The PLA put up a theocratic retreat by the Lacus Nenia family, the people of the lake, under the patronage of General Unuk Elhaia, probably because they are now fighting the Cripeus regime in the Nemoralis Republic.

We were alone in the same room as last time, and my voice echoed the concrete.

"I'll send everyone home once we have a pact. But those who disobey may not stop fighting until they feel better… No, they may not stop fighting until their lives are exhausted"

"It will be an obstacle to peace... but it is not our job"

... Huh? So, whose job is it?

Security guard Oriol spoke the same question as Rubel.

"It's a politician and a security authority on both sides. In some cases, there's intervention by the UN and the neighbouring countries. If there's goodwill, we're still ahead of us."

"If I'd lived until then..."

"If you were killed in the middle of the road, who would take over this organization?

Olyor shrugged his shoulder.

"Come on? I haven't made up my mind, and that doesn't mean I'm gonna be right."

"Right. If that's possible, I'd like you to see the end of the war with your eyes."

Despite the fact that as many as two thirds of the guerrillas disobeyed, the delegate, Oriol, is as calm as any other human resources (one by one).

His rhetoric sounded like those who stopped fighting, like Journitle, were not included among the "renegades," but were tired of referring to those who fought to avenge the Artels.

"… so don't hesitate to clean up those guys wandering around the base during your operation"

"You said," Clean up after. "And they include that?

"I'll let you imagine."

Rubel was horrified when the two of them exchanged words like nothing.

And last night.

During an operation at the third Belarns base, something that Rubel feared occurred.

"I don't mind. Do as you plan."

"... Ri... Roger that"

... Why do you think I told you the Regular Army moved until I risked a leak?

In the building under attack, the Nemoralist guerrilla is fighting.

Those who throw themselves into revenge did not believe in the Nemoralis Republican Army, nor did they believe in fine dust. Immediately after the war, they did not move, they saw the people as dead, and even resentful.

Once again poked at the depth of distrust and despair of the people, Rubel's voice shook giving orders to the demon asthma cannon. At the discretion of a demon soldier, there is no reason why we can change the day.

... then at least... while they're stuck.

"Fire."

Elsewhere the agitation of the manipulator, the demon asthma cannon, as usual, unleashed a massive amount of compressed magic at once.

I remember until I finished the operation and Ensign Razootchik stuffed the [cage of submissive demons] with demon asthma cannons and returned to the base of Rufus. But Rubel had no recollection of when he fell asleep.

I didn't even know when the demon asthma cannon could have gotten me out or where Ensign Razootchik had gone.