It's all one flower.

Oratorix inadvertently stopped walking. The curse, it still won't stop. He stops his leg and raises his voice to the end.

"Clear the way with your words, and keep your hands open."

At the same time as he was finished, Oratorix struck the ground three times with branches. The wall of invisibility is closed, and its inner houses are protected.

... here, just now. First house.

I don't know when I'll be back.

Now even if you get attacked by demons, you won't even realize you've been eaten. That's why I lost focus on the surgery while paying attention to my surroundings. Only at Amiela's could there be a hole in the wall.

"This is... [Road Defender]..."

"That's right. You can do it for the first time. Let's hurry to the next compartment."

Fatigue pushed me closer, but it's not like I don't want to move anymore. It was strange and comforting tiredness.

He connected his hand with the moving clerk and jumped to the twentieth compartment with a [jump] shortly after resting.

This one seems to have a lot more finished roundwood huts and more scope to protect than earlier.

"I've been waiting for you"

Guided by the autonomous chairman of the twentieth block, he heads to the place where the clinic is located.

Craftsmen from the school of [Nest Suspension (Caquez)] of the mobile clerk explain to the singer of the new face.

"Mostly, every place digs a well first, builds a clinic next to it, then builds a place to live."

"Why?"

Archione asks intrigued.

"I don't have enough settled medical personnel at all, but I'm volunteering to patrol, and I have a pill stockpile, well... and I need a quarantine place when there's an infectious disease."

Whisper the second half quickly and the clerk leaves a little.

The door of the round wood cabin opened and an elderly man came out.

Inside, as long as there is one room the size of the cabin remains, there is no compartment or anything. The old man slept in a blanket on a crushed cardboard. No furniture, living surrounded by cardboard, crates, bottles, etc. of relief supplies.

Is the man a powerless people, he took a handkerchief and went to fetch water.

"I don't have to worry about wildlife attacking me, and if I'm in the house, I can do something about demons with a spell or something..."

Another traveler noticed Amiela's gaze and repaired it.

... Better than Barack, but cramped with stuffed cucumbers, right?

Looks like he's away on business now, but from the number of blankets, I could see nearly twenty people living in one cabin.

It's hard to live in this state all the time.

But in order to return home, the Republic of Nemoralis must be at peace.

How can I be at peace? Even now, some time after participating in this activity, Amiela still didn't know.

Successfully complete the [road guard] of the twentieth camp, and the sixteenth to nineteenth sections carried out by the other groups will fly.

Next, in the fifteenth [leap] section, a small field was created, and besides the roundwood hut, there were also firewood huts and joint huts (kamadu), which increased the sense of life. Before noon, there is a delicious smell of cooking smoke and soup boiling from all over.

"Lunch will be after you finish [road guarding] here and disband. I'm hungry too, but the last place today, let's do our best."

A bitter smile returns to Oratorix's voice.

Shortly after lunch, it's tough to play that curse over and over again.

Besides, I'm sorry you're going to eat the food here.

Even if you live in the woods, there will be few (mostly) people who can hunt or tell what kind of wild grass you can eat. In the end, in a small field, it's not enough to feed everyone here. Rescue supplies are the lifeline.

The escort will succeed the five men waiting in front of the clinic.

"We're going back to number 21, then Yorosik."

"We have to work hard for Mr. Journitol to get out."

"What?"

Amiella looked at her voice unexpectedly in her familiar name.

The vigilante men loosen their cheeks.

"Hmm? Do you know him?

"Oh, I don't know if it's Mr. Journitol I know, but he's a security guard for the people of the lake."

"Oh, yeah! That's Mr. Journitle."

"You went back to the office the other day."

"After all, those who can fight properly get a lot of money off (again)"

"Didn't he just bring the others?

"He asked us to teach him how to defeat the Warcraft, so he just stayed."

The vigilante started chatting on Amiella's own. It thrives on the number of warcraft that Journitle has put in place in refugee camps and the martial arts of warcraft exorcism that accompanied them.

Archione frowned.

"Huh? What? Was he popular with Otoko?

"I don't think that's what you mean."

A blonde man, who was working in a field at the clinic, stood up laughing, paying the dirt on his hand.

"I used to work for a pharmaceutical company in Kulbunika, and Mr. Journitol was in charge of escorting our pharmacist. He was strong and gentle, and I don't know what to say... because he was a reassuring person just to stay."

I didn't expect to see anyone in this place who knew what it was like before Journitle threw himself at the militant guerrilla.

If you ask me that, the people of that lake used to read books quietly when they were in the stronghold of Lanterna Island.

Amiella thought he was a part of that guerrilla too, scared and not close, but in retrospect, the atmosphere was quite different from that of the other guerrillas. In fact, I don't remember him doing anything terrible.

I guess that's why the regular army of Nemoralis made it through the guerrillas on the occasion that they started operating on the Artel mainland.

"Me too, it was nice to see you again, and I was relieved, I'm sorry."

... I can't tell you that I was guerrilla active in Artel territory, and I can't tell you about the government army, because you can't say it here.

"I've just spoken a little bit, I don't really know..."

"Safrol, the pharmacist is calling!

The boy who came running drew his hand, and the man who was working in the field met lightly and went away.

The medical industry city of Kulbunika was so terrible as to throw itself into guerrilla activities even to such a person, that it disappeared.