It's all one flower.

As usual yesterday, morning prayers were held.

Ursa Mayor was on duty, so I went ahead and cleaned and ranked with the seniors and classmates, but there was nothing out of the ordinary in the chapel.

During the preaching of the new American priest, all of a sudden, strange men appeared.

"Did you break in through the door? But there's a guard at the gate, right?

"No, suddenly he shows up on the wall..."

Answer while Ursa Mayor turns pale on the bed.

... Definitely [leap], but all those chapel windows are stained glass.

I don't know what's going on inside even if I peek from the outside.

"What were they like? Weren't you in military uniform or someone you'd seen?

Detective asked me the same thing.

"Excuse me. I've done the same thing over and over..."

Ursa Mayor shook her neck sideways on the pillow, uplifting her cheeks as Roark made her apologize softly.

"No, I can ask questions with the same idea as the pros, it's amazing. It was a lot more amazing than I imagined, and I respected it a lot more than before."

The injured man answers with a powerful light in his eyes.

"It was the seat right in front of the door, so I could see the whole chapel, but it was a man who didn't know all five of them, not a military uniform, but a normal outfit"

The five men suddenly disappeared, just like when they showed up, as they threw palm-sized black objects out of their pockets and into the chapel, after they stuck something soft on the pillars as they said something bumpy.

Shortly afterwards, an explosion broke out and the chapel collapsed, he says.

"I left the terminal in my room, so I'm safe, but my parents and priests won't bring it. They don't buy TV cards, they don't see the news, they have no idea what's going on. Mr. Roark, what news have you seen? Everyone in the class..."

"There are more minor injuries than you, and some of the kids in the big room are worth it. Still, the Army, police and fire continue to jointly rescue. Let's hope everyone's okay."

Sighted by the seriously injured patient, Roark gently held his relatively better right hand.

The two of us sum up the words of prayer.

"The path leading to Happiness is far away, but the sun wheel illuminates brightly, and protects those who do not stray from evil. Even if the path is in darkness for a moment, if we do not lose sight of the guidance of the moon and the stars, we will reach the dawn"

Ursa Mayor has regained some calm, but the power to hold Roark's hand back is weak.

The time of worship also frees the chapel to its neighbors. The inhabitants must have come looking down. I guess I came in at a time other than the High Ministry.

... Doesn't seem like much of a replacement for a resident around there in Mansion Street... pretending to be a servant?

I can think of one possibility after another, but I can't be sure.

I also wondered what the "soft bomb" was that said it stuck in front of the grenade.

Roark used a large number of grenades in the Aquillo base raid operation, but to that extent he couldn't break a single wall of the base. The walls of the chapel are also quite thick. It would be the power of a "soft bomb" that caused it to be completely destroyed in just one blast.

... such a special bomb, even if it was caught from an Artel army base... someone who knows how to use it joined the Grief Squad?

If you're a fiarlka, you might know something with all these clues.

"Do you know what those people were saying?

"It was far away, and it was a sounding word I had never heard..."

"If they're wizards, it could be spells"

He acted efficiently without slapping me in the mouth. Instead of a suicide bomber like the star sign, those with the know-how to attack left the scene [jumping]. In the future, if we get bombs of the same kind, we are likely to commit similar crimes.

Did the old lady, Silva, draw in experts after Rourke's unsuccessful solicitation, or guerrillas operating separately from the Nemoralis Grief Squad? Or is it a regular soldier pretending to be a guerrilla for some reason?

The testimony of amateur Ursa Mayor alone doesn't tell us anything that matters.

... If the perpetrators of the bomb attacks were other than regular armies, even if the countries negotiated peace with each other or something, they might ignore them and keep fighting.

Don't be afraid, I have to report that a different presence of fur from the previous Nemoralis Grief Squad has joined the battle.

"You didn't burn, did you?"

"If you ask me that, right. The fire truck was here, so I thought it was a fire."

Ursa Mayor said looking at the distance like some other HR (one at a time). He hasn't figured out what got him down on himself yet.

Roark says, gently touching the cheeks on the side with few scratches with his palms.

"May it heal beautifully. I may not be able to come anymore, but I wish you a speedy recovery from afar"

There were zero tears coming from the patient's eyes and a hot drop touched Roark's hand. The words of parting do not speak, and the gaze is intertwined. Roark wiped his tears with his fingers, causing one safe eye to close.

"Sorry for the long time. You must be tired. Rest and feel better soon."

Roark pulled the duvet up to his shoulder and left the hospital room to pull the tight gaze again and cut a thousand.

There was no other hospital room on this floor that I could possibly talk to alone with my patients.