It's all one flower.

There is a common number swinging in the literature book, but it seems to be a continuation of things, and I say it is not.

To Juvenile Soldier Morph, I didn't know what the number was for, but I was convinced that was Artel's culture and didn't ask anyone a question.

"One book at a time is complete and I have the first list of characters, and I think I can read them from anywhere."

There was no one against Pina's proposal, and it was decided that he would read from four volumes in person, from three volumes for Pina's sister Elantis, from two volumes for Amana and from one volume for Morph.

The adults said such a cot, but if you read this book and know the culture of the Artel Republic, and you can talk about it in common with the same generation of Arteles, you won't have a chance to talk to them unless you go over there.

To Juvenile Soldier Morph, I just read all the novel Adventurer Cactacare and didn't think it would bring me closer to peace.

... but you can talk to Pina.

The adults, they're all too busy to read.

A radio old man, Joorci, said that he would broadcast a second time in this village when Artel's election results arrived, but didn't know when.

Morph rolled a fancy colored cover after noon.

The wizard's employee, Cruillo, had already crossed to Lanterna Island on [a leap].

In the underground town of Chernoknyjnik, they join up with a buddy they've never met with Roark and cross to the mainland with that witch's [leap]. Until the end of the election, stay in the underground inn and not return to the truck of mobile broadcaster Praether Missa.

... You're going to collect information, shouldn't Amana's brother read it?

Looking at Amana, she sits on a crate and follows the letters at an awesome speed with her eyes. When I looked at the patent, I was still reading a third of it.

When I look at Pina, this one reads nearly half way through and I'm so obsessed that I don't notice Morph's gaze.

Morph kicked the extra thought out of his head and started reading.

The protagonist, Cactacare, is a soldier from the city of Ignikans.

When I was little, I was as faithful as I wanted to be a priest, but he became a soldier because of his strong arm.

Boy soldier Morph remembered an Artel soldier who bowled together shortly after he crossed the North Vieetfi Bridge after being chased by a warcraft.

The soldiers who told Captain Solgnac were trustworthy and friendly.

... but honestly, if the Fluxinus were here, they would have killed him.

Artel soldiers at Aquillo Base were targeted.

It is unclear how many could have been killed at the hands of the Juvenile Soldier Morph, but the magic and firearms of the Nemoralist aspiring guerrilla, and the power of the Warcraft summoned by the spell, drove him almost to a state of destruction.

Roark, who returned to base later than Morph, had little (if any) bulge in his tactical vest grenade pocket.

... Brother Roark, I wonder how many people you killed (fuck).

Roll (meow) the page with a blur in mind.

I hit a difficult word on top of the long one and lifted my eyes from the page.

The truck carriage is cool thanks to the [heat resistance mark], but it's clear outside a lot and looks hot. The ground of the small and medium-sized consistency school looked white with baked soil on the day.

"Is there something I don't know?

Pina called me and I almost dropped the book at risk.

"Oh, oh, this..."

"This?" Special Ops against Warcraft. "

"Artel's junior high is such a hard word to read."

"Right. Maybe you'll hear and read about it on the radio news and in the newspapers. This unit set out to take out the Warcraft, or something."

"Instead of learning in textbooks?

When Morph was surprised, Pina nodded as a matter of course.

"It's just a little something you can teach me at school. Learn the basics, and then learn from different places yourself."

"Heh heh..."

I didn't think of anything other than asking Captain Solgnac and the others what they didn't know where to learn from.

"I don't know. If you have a cousin, don't hesitate to ask."

"Oh, thank you."

A warm light (light) dotted the back of Morph's chest.

Pina finished reading early, clearing four volumes and taking five.

Morph is only page ten of the first book. Hurry up and look back at the book.

Cactacare, as part of the Special Operations Group against Warcraft, fought warcraft with ordinary weapons. Todome ammunition is made of silver, but other than that, usually ammunition, in melee, is used to wield the special sword of St. Astrum's Church.

... Do you even use a sword or something in the Artel army?

I knew it, I thought it was just modern weapons. This is the story of the guy who wrote it, so I rethink it's an eyebrow spitting thing and go ahead and read it.

The Artel of Reality is a Kirkrussian country, rebuilt by a friendly country such as Barbatum, which has dramatically advanced science in the last thirty years. I can't imagine a powerless people fighting a warcraft opponent with their swords when they say they've arrived to fly a large formation of drones.

... Well, I don't think we're going to bomb the city because the Warcraft is out.

After reading a few pages, the illustration suddenly appeared.

"This......!

Pina and her sister in an accidentally leaked voice, Amana peeks into Morph's hand. Pointing to the illustration, the three girls also solidified breathlessly.

"Hmm? What's up? I can't even read it for four. Is that a letter?

"Let me see."

Medvege and Padolrik also stopped by.

In the painting, the protagonist Cactacare waves his sword at the creature opponent. According to the body, it appears to be a special sword called the "Light No Sword" sanctified in St. Astrum's Church.

The blade is engraved with a familiar mark.

"This is the same guy the weird-looking manager gave me."

As Morph shrugged, everyone's eyes gathered on the magical sword hung on the carrier's hook.