It's all one flower.

Demon soldier Rubel moved to the top floor of the miscellaneous building.

Pull a chair over the window where the glass has fallen out and say [Enemy].

The goal is the island of Lanterna. It is the stronghold of the Nemoralis Grief Corps moderates. Ensign Lazutočik removed his [makeup] necklace and was single, went to see Oriol.

Ensign appeared in a desolate garden, knocking on a fine door.

There is not a single guard.

Slightly, a seemingly feeble man put his face out of the door gap.

"Oh, well, who is it?"

[Flower Ear], who arrives at Ensign's collar (Eri), picks up a frightened voice and delivers it to Rubel, who sees it on the island of Negna.

"Is Mr. Olyor or Mr. Silva the liaison?"

"Oh, well, who is it?"

"It's a razor chick."

The door closed and the sound of locking continued.

After a while, a small man turned up. This one looks familiar. Indeed, he was the one who worked on the curse at the base of North Zakart City.

"Mr. Olyor is away, and Mr. Silva can't help himself with the food. Do you mind if I ask?

"If you can tell."

"You know, it doesn't mean I can tell you."

The small spellmaker passed the Ensign into a receptionist room. Get your hips down on the couch across the street.

"I won't serve tea because I won't drink it anyway."

"Uhm. I hope you don't have to worry about me. Let's get straight to it."

"Go ahead."

A shallow, seated spellmaker looks up at the Ensign.

"In Luphus Light Mark Church, a double-headed wolf (or so) broke in during worship, killing a large number of Kirkurs"

"So?"

"It's an individual who swallowed the [tears] of the Nemoralis Grief Squad. You know what?

"I have too much in mind. I don't know. Do you know whose [tears] it is?

"Med sauce."

The spellmaker's eyes glistened for a moment, but immediately erased his expression.

"I'm so close to making a [summons], I can't even tell you where to use it."

The strained air also hiccups to Rubel, who monitors it in the city of North Zakart.

"I want to exchange information. Is there anyone who understands?

"Mr. Oriole is playing the role of a compiler, but he's not a wacko with all the details of the operation. A lot of people have quit this group since the army destroyed their base in North Zakart City."

"You're back in your personal activities"

"That's what some people said and left, but those who give up taking revenge on Artel, those who go home, those who go to refugee camps... all sorts of things"

Now I know why there's no lookout outside.

Base... The spacious villa, which says it belongs to Silva's body, is full of unmanned rooms, with this spellmaker and the old lady, Silva, who stands in the kitchen, an earlier man who prepares dishes, and five wounded people sleeping in separate beds.

It is unclear how many Orioles led the operation.

Looking around the mansion, Rubel was mindful to report to Ensign Razootchik.

"The base of the Artel army only leaves two locations on the island of Lanterna. Wise judgment."

"If you get in the way of the army, they'll kill you all, like the militants, and whoever's only ready to hammer you will run away."

A mockery mixes with the sound of a spellmaker.

"We want to exchange information so we don't have to eliminate it."

... Right. I warned you first when I was ready for a leak, and the militants were in the way of our operation.

"Is that what the Ensign thinks? Instructions from someone up there?

"I'm the one taking the information home."

"Are you gentle?

"What information do you want?

Silva rang from the hallway in front of the reception. By the side, an earlier man with a basin with a tea bowl trembles. It's a dead end from Ensign's seat, but it looks round in [the enemy's] eyes.

"I'd like to know how involved you are in the matter of Luffus Light Mark Church."

Demon soldier Rubel and Ensign Razootchik were present at the scene.

[The sorcerer's tears], taken in by the Warcraft, smashed and touched some of the stored memories and emotions to find out a fragment of the situation.

"I wonder where to start."

"I'm in charge of making [summons]."

The old lady, Silva, smiles at the voice of the spellmaker, urging the weak men beside her to enter the reception room. He placed a basin in front of the spellmaker and left to flee.

"I helped a fellow member of the Panic Squad, who died in an attack by the Artel Army, fulfill that wish because he left me wanting revenge even when he died."

"Specifically"

"I gave Mr. Medsauce's [tears] to his sister and brother."

"You think he's an Arthurian sister and brother?

"The Kirkulus Church fed me, and I was in pain. When I saw my brother in the city of Kardafstovaux and came to the pin and spoke to him, he talked to me with great joy. I guess no one in the Artels... could reveal their troubles to anyone in the Kirkurs."

Rubel remembered those deep green eyes, including that boy's grief and madness.

Now that I think about it, I guess that was despair and hatred. He was a cornered eye to the point where he assumed that first-time pagans and wizards deserved more credibility than familiar Kirkurs.

"When I asked the other guys to check on the identity of that Co, I found out that he was a theological student. I feel sorry for you. I helped you avenge the church."

"Is that the chapel bombing at Rufus Seminary?"

There is no emotion in the voice of Ensign Razootchik, who asks the question.

The old lady in the liaison answered with a face that still seemed to cry.

"That's right. That Co of the powerless people just gave me a bunch of information about the seminary and didn't let anything dangerous happen. Still, it would have taken the chest."

"What happened to my sister?"

"I was walking with the help of Mr. Medsauce's [tears], shocking and killing the priests. I guess I couldn't sit on my stomach."

Old lady Silva lines up her achievements.

"Mr. Medsauce borrowed that daughter's body and went around taking care of Artel's politician… could you help the military a little?

"I am not in a position to evaluate"

Until now, it's just as I remember that [sorcerer's tears].

Answering the old woman with a thin grin, Ensign Razootchik continues the question.

"What's the connection between the double-headed wolf who attacked Rufus Light Mark Church (so to speak) and the boy who stabbed the priest sent by the cathedral?

"That girl says she wants to be eaten by a warcraft and disappear, so she made her wish come true. I don't know because I didn't see that the craftsman stabbed the priest when he called me with a summons."

Ensign removed the cloth wrap from his pocket and placed it on the low table.

Nobody gets their hands on tea.

We recovered the weapon from the crime scene.

"Oh, I needed it. I hung the [order] by feeding that girl and Mr. Medsauce's [tears] to the double-headed wolf, but their resentment took over the double-headed wolf, didn't it? [Crossing Swan] Faculty has only recently started studying…"

The old woman lowered her eyebrows like trouble, but her mouth, which uttered the word, smiled with joy.