It's all one flower.

Like other bases, they destroy all hangars such as control towers and drone maneuvers, arsenals, ammunition depots, fighters, etc., and Ensign Razootchik houses the demon asthma cannon in a new [cage of submissive demons].

The rooftop door opened rampantly and an Artel soldier with an automatic small gun showed himself.

Ensign has been [leaping] for a long time and is at an abandoned factory in the capital, Rufus.

Assuming he was shot with an automatic small gun, he would be protected by various protective techniques planted in the trench coat and not suffer one scratch.

The demon soldier Rubel solved [the enemy] and turned to his returning superior officer.

"Good luck"

"Mm-hmm. You did great, too. [Jump] Where there's no boundaries except, it's nice and easy"

"So you're resting here tonight, right?

"No, the passers-by was looking up. Think and move in case."

Ensign Razootchik grabbed Rubel's arm and [jumped] with or without it.

Light eyesight (dizziness) is followed by vision filled with cluttered demons.

One breath down, bounced by the [exorcism] hung on the two clothes, and the surroundings were empty.

"It's a shopping district in eastern Rufus. A bakery that went out of business and the family was forced into the kitchen"

"... [Lights], okay?

"[Dark vision] Make it."

The two cast spells at the same time, securing sight.

The merchandise shelves are packed tightly with miscellaneous demons instead of bread and stick to walls and ceilings to not even know the size of the store.

Ensign released the demon asthma cannon from the [cage of the submissive demon (Juma)].

"Eat the miscellaneous demons in this building"

When Rubel commanded in powerful words, the dark mass shook its indeterminate self and jumped onto the merchandise shelf. Instantly the miscellaneous demon in the store is eaten up and I can tell the store is about the size of two passenger cars.

The indeterminate darkness slipped through the side of the rubel and into the back of the store.

A miscellaneous demon filling the bakery is sucked in to jump in himself and taken in by a demon asthma cannon. As soon as he touched the demon asthma cannon, a group of miscellaneous demons, like those who cut and mixed various creatures into bullshit, disappeared into one with darkness.

Stairs to the second floor, toilet, living room, kitchen, bath, bedroom, children's room.

At home and in stores, traces of life remain exactly the same. The Mixed Demon was flattened and purified in less than thirty minutes.

As they sank themselves onto the sofa in the living room, the demon asthma cannon rode on Rubel's lap.

Hear warm, stroking soft lumps.

"How can the Second Lieutenant always come to find a property that says this?

"Do you care?

Ensign took the tablet terminal out of his pocket and looked into the window. Check thick curtains and turn them on. The darkness was cut into squares, illuminating the Ensign's face white.

Rubel also imitated the superior officer and took out the terminal, cutting [dark vision] to the glare.

"It's Artel's domestic news. Look at the approximate location in the article, find out where it is again, and do a field survey"

"Can you even find such a small store on the news?"

"It's unexpected to imitate me, etc. You stand out."

"I remember the liver."

"Besides, you may deliberately pass on false information to lay low the inconvenient truth, and you can't peddle everything."

Rubel shrunk her big body and scratched her burning redhead.

Ensign Lazutočik, sitting across the street, is middle-bodied in middle meat and has a faint face that he is likely to forget at the next moment. I still don't feel that Rubel can identify the authenticity of the information that is overflowing. I called it the right material in my stomach.

New news is displayed on the LCD screen.

Ensign saw the same thing, whose fingers stroked the screen quickly.

Assistant President Reps, murdered

Rubel's hands tremble touching the headlines.

It's just three lines of breaking news.

Last night, around twenty-three o'clock, an aide to President Reps was murdered at his home in the city.

Police are under investigation, including in connection with the murder of the Archbishop, due to the circumstances of the body.

Security camera footage shows a mid twenties woman who last visited Mr. Reps' house, seeing that she knew something about the situation.

The time shown on the terminal is 3: 00 am.

From the incident, only four hours later, the death of the assistant president was made public.

... If I were Nemoralis, I'd be breaking news on the late-night radio, I wouldn't be able to make it to the next morning's paper, so I'd extra it in the morning and put a little more detailed article in the evening paper... No, but now that we're at war, maybe I'll keep it to myself for a while?

As Rubel raised her face from the terminal, she and Ensign Razootchik met each other.

"To purposefully announce in the bulletin and say that it was intertwined with the murder of the Archbishop would have been a way of getting killed to say so"

"Assassination of a dignitary, you announce this right away"

"Now we can do what the Nemoralis Saboteurs do."

A grin with some inclusions in Ensign Razootchik's mouth.

"Are you the person who feels like getting killed?

"Assistant President Reps was quickly appointed because his predecessor left office shortly after the war because he was ill."

"Were you really sick?

"You're getting better at guessing. My predecessor opposed the opening of the war. He left voluntarily for work underwater."

Ensign laughs niggly.

"In Artel, more than one candidate is usually nominated, and the president appoints one of them, but this time, we have to decide as soon as possible (and quickly) in an emergency that says it's a time of war, and President Poderes himself has set up only one candidate and appointed him as he is."

"That means you pressured your predecessor to quit with that intention from the start, right?

The superior officer nodded at his men, who had come to understand.

... I don't suppose I can get ready to do that right away. How long the hell have you been planning this?

The war that preceded it would also have involved numerous consultations to attach military cooperation to our neighbour Lanista.

There must have been a long lead up to the start of the war.

The purchase of second-hand drones from the Barbatum Federation would also have taken at least a year to organize the budget and negotiate trade with the Barbatum side. Neither does the training of drone pilots nor the education of control officers take place overnight.

... How long the hell have you been preparing for war?

Retrospectively (retroactively), the presence of the demon asthma cannon would have leaked to the Artel side for quite some time.

"What was it like to say the murdered reps?

"He is an executive of the Star Mark and the president of a trader. I've been in and out of my neighbor's Lanista headquarters frequently, and I have connections with Barbatum and others through my trade work."

"Star Mark...... So you might be targeted by the Lanterna Islanders as well as the Nemoralis Grief Squad?

"What do you think? There have been no deaths among the Islanders until now, even if the star's mark (Shibaku) carried out a suicide bombing. You think I'd do something deliberately resentful?

"Uh..."

"There will be a continuation on the morning news. Let's rest now."

Rubel slept in a soft, warm darkness.