It's all one flower.

"We know where Senator Pajomok and Sistos are."

"Sistos......?

Ensign Razootchik grinned bitterly at the whining unwittingly leaked by demon-mounted soldier Rubel.

"What, have you forgotten? The Lacrimalis are powerless people."

"... I'm afraid. I remember. You were a policy secretary to a congressman, a hidden Kirkulus."

"Yes."

The Ensign pulled his jaw and pointed a tablet terminal at Rubel.

A blonde middle-aged man. They cut out some of the group photos, with backless shoulders lined up on both sides of him staring at the front.

With this and a plain, uncharacteristically ordinary face that stands out, as soon as I take my eyes off the picture, I'm going to forget it.

"If you can't remember, paint a sketch in your notebook"

"Huh?... Oh, you know, the pictorial mind is all eyes (cute)..."

You tuned in to Rubel's confusion, or the demon asthma cannon shook an indeterminate body. I just finished feeding earlier, and he's not in a bad mood.

"It's not a wack to look at the sketch itself"

"Aren't you going to refrain from replacing the picture?

Confusion deepens over unexpected answers.

"No. Simply looking at the photos to remember isn't something I can quite remember. But why don't you just look at it and paint it exactly the way it looks?

"Ahhh...!

"Regardless of your ability to draw accurately, if you move your hand after careful observation, it will be easier to remember."

"I'll do my best"

Rubel stretched her spine.

Ensign Razootchik keeps putting his terminal on the table left in the abandoned house.

"He disappeared at the same time, but Sistos crossed here first and turned himself over to Luffus Light Mark Church"

"Did you have any handouts?

"I don't know unless I try to catch him. Senator Pajomok has contact with the star sign (servant) and seems to have used the handover, but he's going to the same church."

"Councilman Pajomok's connection allowed Sistos to cross over to Rufus with the help of a star sign?

"I don't know that either if you try to catch it. Looks like they gave me a room at the Priesthood Hall, but I haven't been able to infiltrate. We can't go out in person."

If you two have spiritual vision, a city in the Artel Republic without magical protection would be terrified and unwilling to walk even during the day.

Besides, it's a bi-headed wolf with a man's head.

"Recently, I started going out to church to help with prayer, but I'm connected to the Priesthood Hall in a crossing."

Ensign put his terminal on and made him display the map.

Switch to Aerial Photography for Rufus Light Mark Church and its surroundings. At a glance the placement of the building on the church premises, while other personnel (one at a time), Rubel had security concerns.

"You got upset about living on a boulder for free, didn't you?

"What do you think? Since the Cathedral sent the priest, there has been a significant increase in the number of worshippers. Maybe someone from the church asked me to."

"Did the Archbishops get killed and run out of manpower? But there's a common believer on purpose in such a scene?

Normally, they wouldn't be close until they found out the dirt had been smeared. However, there are few powerful people in this country, and there should be few people who can clean up the place with [exorcism].

The demon soldier Rubel didn't know why an Arthurian without the skill to defend himself would take to the scene of such a tragic incident.

"Worship is three times a day, morning, noon and evening. None of them will make their way into the chapel."

"Is that so?

"That's right. First, tomorrow, we will infiltrate under the pretense of believers, observe the work of the two of us, the security system, etc., and plan to secure our identity on the basis of that information. You come too."

"Are you sure?

The characteristic redhead and the large rubel are unsuitable looks for undercover investigation.

"You should touch what Kirkursian faith looks like, once and for all"

Ensign Lazutochik puts his hand in the nostalgia of a summer jacket. Rubel received [makeup] necklaces.

In the afternoon, Ensign Razootchik set aside his terminal and went out to gather information.

Rubel, the demon-mounted soldier, stands by with a demon asthma cannon in an abandoned house in the capital, Rufus.

As I was told, drawing a sketch of policy secretary Systos in the notebook, but the "normal face" without the features I said this, was more difficult than I expected.

The lines that appeared in the notebook somehow seemed human, but did not resemble the pictures.

... I guess I haven't observed enough than I have pictorial power.

Rubel moved to the couch by the window and worked on the second one while charging Ensign's terminal. Demon asthma cannon rides Rubel's knee and peeks at the terminal.

"You can't help but say you saw it. Hi, stay back."

Push down the elastic black mass with your palms and stroke it rather. The demon asthma cannon stretched up on his back and stuck to the left half of Rubel. It's hard to draw, but tomorrow I'll make you want to use the demon who will be trapped in the [cage of the submissive demon] again, and I'll draw on it.

In the evening, by the time Ensign Razootchik returned, he spent more than ten pages and managed to complete a substitute that looked like it.

"It's crowded all the time, but evening worship is relatively good"

For that reason, today, Demon Costume Soldier Rubel and Ensign Razootchik changed their faces with [makeup] necklaces and joined a line of Kirkrussians who awaited the order of worship in a courteous manner.

They are accustomed, and everyone brings sun umbrellas, hats, water bottles, etc. to take heat measures full of them as powerless people.

Rubel and Ensign spent time wiping their faces and necks with handkerchiefs and pretending to be hot, not to be suspicious, although the July heat and other fine dust were unlikely, with various defensive techniques planted in the invisible part of their summer clothes.