It's all one flower.

With last night's tiredness and a semi-awakening of sleep, my thoughts don't turn well. I had no sense of reality in all my senses. It looks like he's wrapped his whole body in translucent jelly.

The demon asthma cannon is completely jammed under a large low table, as ordered by Rubel.

... If I order you to go to sleep, you really go to sleep right away.

The lump of darkness with no eyes, no nose, nothing, never says that his sleeping face is cute like a dog or cat, etc., and he doesn't even know from the outside if he's awake or asleep.

Still, Rubel, who exchanged [contracts for the use of demons], felt the demon asthma cannon "asleep".

... magical creatures, you go to sleep. Or because I ordered it? Wait, unless you order me to "wake up," don't wake up?

Knead by the low table and try to follow gently with your fingertips.

Fingertips slipped shallow into the soft darkness. Just a little warmer than human skin. I gently stroked it with my palm, but there was no reaction to this.

Without relying on the fuzz, stroke the warm lump and think about whether there were any similar feelings among the things you had ever touched.

Softer than jelly but also sturdy at the same time.

The demon asthma cannon was shot by an Artel soldier in the Tuman forest, but this body took the bullet softly and discharged intact over the deciduous leaves. Of course, a magical creature cannot be scratched with a single weapon in the world.

I let this warm mass kill me.

Not only the enemy soldiers, but even the civilians of Nemoralis, the base nations, blew it up.

The demon asthma cannon is tied to the demon-mounted soldier Rubel by the [Contract of the Demon of Use].

I don't know what you're thinking, but at least they have uncomfortable feelings. When I tried to hang the magical ink [the color of the ghost], I reluctantly fled through the Tuman Forest.

... What does he think of me when he chases me around with something he doesn't like?

Magic creatures were originally created for use by humans. I was taught that many things were granted the nature of nostalgia to people.

The demon asthma cannon, which became Rubel's user demon, fits squarely, faithfully following orders to "sleep under your desk" and not stick out from under the low table.

... earlier dreams.

Rubel is a human being, so he's never been in the [cage of submissive demons]. But wasn't that the perspective of a demon asthma cannon packed in a vial?

Destroy the Artel Army base and push it into a magic vial whenever you return to a latent location. There were still plenty of [cages of submissive demons] set aside for this operation.

They may be reluctant to let you out or in for human convenience or to feel cramped after being deprived of your liberty.

I might be angry.

I may resent you.

I may hate you.

"Get up."

Cage magic in powerful words. With that grunt, the dark mass shook.

It spreads thickly from between the legs of the low table onto the old faded velvet.

... I knew it was cramped.

"Get on top of it. Stay awake if you want to. Go to sleep, go to sleep."

Rubel pointed to the couch across the street and commanded in powerful words. I tried conditioning the demon asthma cannon's own drowsiness by reference, but I don't know if I could understand the second half of the order.

He crawled up on the sofa lukewarmly and settled in circles so that his amorphous body wouldn't spill off.

... right. It looks just like the bread fabric you're about to make.

Whether you are concerned about elbow hanging (hiatus) or not satisfied with the fit, both ends wave with some restlessness.

Rubel stood up and explored the inner pockets of the trench coat. Thin, stiff feel. Remove the tablet terminal and connect it to the charger on the waist pouch. I put it by the sunny window and went back to the couch.

I was taught to convert sunlight into electricity, but I can't imagine how it works to say it. I guess vaguely, uninterruptedly advanced science and technology.

Bombers that burned cities and villages in the Nemoralis Republic were mostly drones.

... I was not given a heart... a golem made by science.

No matter how hard Rubel tries to use [the enemy], he can't see Artel from within Nemoralis territory. Because there are limits to the range of effects of surgery. It could be stretched to some extent by an individual's abilities, but it was also limited.

The Rubels infiltrated Artel territory at their own risk because of the limitations of their visibility by [Sovereign].

Artel soldiers remotely operate drones from bases in their own territory far from Nemoralis' target of attack. I didn't know how to grasp the attack target and check the bomber's position to prevent a collision.

Ensign Razootchik was lined up with unknown words.

"Satellite photographs and GPS guided cameras mounted on the drone body. If you're curious, you can look into it, but it's pretty much irrelevant to our mission. Except for the camera on the drone body, it's out of reach of the demon asthma cannon."

I'm getting used to handling tablet devices, but I didn't think there was any way I could even publish such military confidentiality on the Internet, so I didn't look into it.

In this operation, I carefully observed the Artel Army base and found out something.

In Artel, there is a minority of people living in barracks, many of whom live with their families in collective homes and single-family homes around the base.

There are no buildings in the Artel of the Nation of Science and Civilization with magical eyes or ear blocking techniques.

Rubel tracked several soldiers with [enemy] eyes all the way home.

The manipulators handling the plane's golem commute to the base almost every day, even now, without an order to leave, train to operate, and go home. [Sovereignty] Then I don't know what the conversation was about, but Rubel's heart gave me the appearance of the whole family surrounding the table and making fun of it.

Many people even mess with tablet devices at home.

On five shifts and two holidays, some people played with their children.

Rubel should not feel that they are on the same mission as they are working for the company.

They burned down the cities and villages of Nemoralis, and killed together the people of many lands and the people of the lakes, the powerful and the powerless, the willing and the powerless, all of them.

Even on the day I used the plane golem to carry out the indiscriminate mass slaughter, I was miserable and pitiful when I wondered if my family had gone home to wait and surrounded the warm dining table, just like now.

... Me using the Devil's asthma cannon and those guys using the plane golem. What's the difference?

Demon asthma cannons were subjected to criticism by the international community on the grounds that they were magical creatures.

Despite being the same killer... no, Rubel hasn't, at least, killed any non-combatants. I haven't taken civilian property either. On the contrary, he mowed miscellaneous demons from the city on the mainland of Artel, even giving them safety.

Demon asthma cannons take miscellaneous demons into their bodies and convert them into magic.

Miscellaneous demons created by the filth of the Republic of Artel, miscellaneous demons created or summoned by the darkness of the hearts of the Artelians. I just gave that power back to the Artelians as it was.

If the city of Artel hadn't been spiritually filthy, the demon asthma cannon would not have been able to exert its power so far.

Indeed, Mulak is right, demon asthma cannons are dangerous. But I thought it was far better than a plane golem built just to kill people.

Kneel by the couch and leave your half in the soft darkness.

Even though it was created by witchcraft, the demon asthma cannon is a creature. Pull your cheeks against the plush and hug them. I don't feel a heartbeat, but I did live.

"Stay in this room, wherever you want."

I commanded in powerful words, but the demon asthma cannon did not move.

A thick, dripping end conveys Rubel's foot and falls on the satin.

... you think I'm catching you and you're not moving?

Wake up your torso and let go of your hand. I followed you like a tri-mochi.

The end of the couch is empty. As Rubel lowered her hips, she climbed onto her lap.

Dark chunks don't feel nearly as heavy. Looks like he's holding a hunk of less dense cotton. A demon asthma cannon leans against the arm I put on my elbow and puts the dark end on Rubel's shoulder.

... Miscellaneous demon from me...? No, it's not gushing.

I try to stroke the dark mass somehow with my empty hands.

"What are you going to do, you..."

Her whole body stiffened to Ensign Razootchik's shuddering voice and her sweat erupted more and more.