It's all one flower.

Give up, wrap your tablet device around a pocket in white, put the hood back on deep, and take a single piece of firewood.

Newspapers voiced anxiety.

"What was that?

In a completely darkened square, the fire burns red and darkens the shadows. The contours of the miscellaneous demons drifting outside the square became clear.

"I got a reply. First thing tomorrow morning, they're bringing relief supplies to the nearby city of Noji."

"Where's Noge City?

Son of a confectioner asks. He is the only elementary school student in this square. I was terrified to hear what happened to the other kids who were at school.

"Just south of this mountain, it's the city of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis."

"But I didn't dig my way south."

One of the men who comes later looks like he's going to cry.

"That's okay because I know. It's just a matter of time before you travel."

"But if the PLA comes in the meantime..."

With their frightened eyes, the women see the path they have climbed.

A slight (calf) footsteps were heard, and together he stuck his breath and gazed at the end of the street.

The light moves through the trees, and a large number of shoe sounds climb the night lane.

People leaned over to the other end of the square.

"Gentle water, rely on my voice and rise up..."

The spelldoctor throws away the firewood, puts the [infinite bottle] out of his white pocket and chants [manicured water].

It is difficult to imagine a powerless people moving around the mountains after sunset.

... the footsteps are calming down even though they came unavoidably after being attacked.

"Drifting power, flushing, discerning, purifying power, fiery enemies.

Get up and rely on my will "

I stopped in front of the knot words. Grab the [infinite bottle] that opened its mouth under the cape and wait for the footsteps lords.

The Autonomous Communities blanketed in the corner of the square, holding their breath and solidifying.

A light as pale as moonlight illuminates the bedrock of [exorcism] and casts a shadow among the trees. The shaped demons flee one after another to the back of the tree.

The moment I saw my hair the same color as the curse doctor, the words of the knot were decided.

"Drifting water, be thick and strong walls"

In response to the whispers of powerful words, large quantities of water flow out of small bottles. It piles up on cobblestones, blocks the road on the east side, and leaves the road to the west to surround the square.

I dared to empty it up there.

I don't feel like having a conversation with someone who uses [flying] or [jumping] against a wizard who doesn't know his strength to break into this side of the water wall.

... then.

I don't feel comfortable, but I have nothing else to fight for.

The magic of the Septentorio makes it a terrible threat to the bearers of the concurrent magic, even if it is preliminary [manicured water]. Unless protected by robust [armor], draining moisture from a living human body shouldn't be difficult in theory.

Turn the power to protect into the power to fight.

All we need is a shift in ideas and a sense of power.

... Can you do that? To me.

Those who went up the streets of Kublum from the east stopped marching about ten meters in front of the water wall. Eleven. All of them are lake folks, with inconsistent clothes, but all wrapped in white armbands.

The [light] will not reach the septentorio standing on the back of the fire, and you will not know the look (or face) of this one from beyond.

I can't even see the other badge from here. You don't seem to have a weapon the size of an eye, but even if you carry a blade, a pistol, etc., you don't know it at this distance.

A second man from the front falls out of the [light] ring and leaves the front alone. I came one step ahead of the water wall. Armbands are shadowed and not well visible.

The fright of the people in the square shivers the air.

"Good evening. Can you let me through for a second?

The man standing at the end of the shadow of the spelldoctor Septentorio smiled softly and said in a climber-like tone.

Appearances are in their late fifties or so, but that's not the case with long-lived races. The badge (today) is a school of [Flying Eagle (Taka)]. A testament to a weapon maker who can fight for himself.

"Why are the people of the lake here? Where do we go down the mountain at night?

The spelldoctor Septentorio did not move the water wall and listened as he observed the man.

The armorer listens back with a smile on his face.

"Why are you so wild in these mountains? No way, you wouldn't take a toll, would you?

The men waiting in the back don't move.

The suspicious stare at each other.

The spelldoctor Septentorio carefully chose words to arrange the facts.

"I heard that the port of Gryage has been restored. [Leap] because of the changes in the city caused by the air raid"

The arms maker held the woman and child behind the cloak's suspicious man and expressed sympathy.

"Have you come so far from the west? It must have been tough."

Did you fool me, or are you talking to me after you spot me as lying? There was no change in affectionate laughter, which equated to facelessness.

But at least, I don't think Kirkuls in the Ristover Autonomous Region are acting together with wizards.

The curse doctor asks again.

"Why did the people of the lake come from the Autonomous Community? Where are we going with the mountains at night without getting ready for the wild boarding house? You have an [endless bag]?

"If you ask me that, it's definitely suspicious. Excuse me. I can't help but be alert. We are the Nemus Liberation Army."

The arms maker named himself dignified and pointed his arms at him.

A drop of water under the crest of one flower. It is the flag of the Nemus Liberation Army, previously shown to the haulier Fiarlka on a tablet device.

... So far, you're not willing to push through until you fight me.

But if we go through here, we'll bowl in with the autonomous people who escaped first.

The spelldoctor Septentorio took the hood and opened the front of the cape.

The negotiator's arms maker looks at him.

"Was this... a doctor? Why did the [Blue Wings] curse doctor bother to protect the people of the land? You know how it hurts to say government troops don't trust you, but"

It's a deliberate word to make my people listen.

"But there are also words that say the right material. As a matter of fact, we are now fighting the star mark of the Listver Autonomous Region. We responded with a large quantity of weapons and ammunition to see where we got it from, with unexpected casualties."

"Are you telling me to get down to the Autonomous Community and treat you?

"We'll take care of your protection. We'll get you to a safe place. If you crush the star markers (servants) here, there will be no more bomb attacks occurring throughout Nemoralis. Can you help us?

Don't take off your laugh mask and send a glance flattering to your fellow curse doctor.

"Fighting the star sign? That's why you're here. They're Kirkurs. Terrorists can't be powerless people in the mountains of the night."

The spelldoctor Septentorio does not break his high-pressure attitude, but thrusts it with inquiry.

Those behind looked back, but those who watched at the rear were restrained by hand.

... Is the captain of this unit over there?

The [Flying Eagle] Faculty's fighting arms maker, who had a loving laugh, cut back with a calm voice, not putting the upset on his face (on his back). He's stepped on quite a few places as a negotiator.

"There was information from the people of the Autonomous Communities who were not terrorists. Some of the star markers headed for the mountain arsenal, so we were sent to pursue them."

"Armory? Stayed overnight in a decaying cabin, but a rusty saw (peeling) becomes a weapon?

The negotiator's affectionate laughter slightly attracts me.

"Didn't anyone come?

"Dance by the information! It's a classic modus operandi that disperses power. Do you think a powerless people can climb this mountain full of demons? General Unuk Elhaia is not hooked up to such a naive trap. Who's in command of this operation?

I wondered what happened to churches and schools and who told me to go to the mountains, but I couldn't ask the boulders that. Now, focus on getting them off the mountain.

A negotiator moves one hand small.

A captain-like man came up to the front of the water wall.

"What will the doctor do when he finds out about it?

"It would be easy (or easy) to win over the people of the Autonomous Communities. That small victory, however, puts the Nemus Liberation Army at a disadvantage by rejecting it and isolates the Nemoralis Republic from the international community. He told the commander to leave the army."

"Have a windy mouth I found out! What the hell are you doing?

Captain's chest shakes the school badge (today) of the Magic Warrior's Testimony [Descending Eagle (Washi)].

The spelldoctor exhaled softly and once again consolidated his readiness.

"My name is Septentorio Lacus Negna. During the transition to the republican system, we went down to the field, but in the days of the old kingdom, as military doctors, we protected the people together in the presence of General Unuk Elhaia. Don't you know why the general didn't come out shooting at the Autonomous Region?"

The voice naming the distant relatives of Panisea Uni Flora, goddess of the lake, was sucked into the mountains of the night and disappeared.

The two faces tense strongly.

One breath down, the captain distorted his mouth to an ironic grin, and the negotiator took a half-step back with a humble loving laugh.