It's all one flower.

Skinum puts the tea bowl on a fearful counter.

With a company-style outfit, Klaustra couldn't help but glance at a thin cup of tea like it had dried up.

Wait for the customer to interrupt and remove the large envelope from the leather commuter bag.

"Oh, Skinum. I'll leave it to Roark to deliver."

"Yes!"

Skinum puts relief in just saying he was helped by the manager's voice and pulls him back in. The boy, who hung the bag, left the curse shop with one hand.

Even if the Internet is not connected, there are various means of gathering information.

The tablet terminals placed on the counter are lined with photographs of the blast marks. Every thumbnail is downtown.

This time, she went on a [leap] to see first-hand what was happening on the mainland of Artel.

Terminals can be used as cameras without having to connect to the internet from the local area. If I jumped to Lacrimaris or Amitostigma, elsewhere I would have connected to the internet and had no obstacle in getting the report compiled.

"It looks like it blew up in bullshit, but we obviously have something in common"

"Is that the type of bomb?

"Some of them, but they're targeted for bombing."

Roark looked again at the thumbnails displayed on Klaustra's terminal.

Broken concrete poles, the exterior walls of hole-pierced buildings, some rooftop scattered with some fragment...... traces of the blast are engraved in the common landscape of downtown.

The shopping mall, where Roark went several times, had similar scratches.

"Doesn't it necessarily mean where people get together..."

Most rooftops are off-limits except for those involved to prevent falling.

Klaustra changed the subject before Roark gave an answer.

"Let's send the file on the report the next time we go to Amitostigma or Lacrimaris. Do you have plans?

"No, especially. I'll ask the manager."

"Do that. Let me [jump]"

A thin finger followed a photograph and zoomed in.

Debris and broken mechanical fragments scatter around the blast site. It is a schematic view overlooking the rooftops of a miscellaneous building with several signs sticking out of its walls.

"There's a flat bed here."

Further zoom in front of the door to the rooftop.

That's all there is to it, it's oddly pretty.

If you didn't tell me, you'd think I cleaned it up because it's an entrance and exit.

A flat warcraft simulated on the ground wraps its prey round like a sticky sheet of rat-catching when the animal rides. It secretes digestive fluid from the surface of the body that has become inner, dissolving it to the bone and leaving nothing behind.

It was not an official of the management company who went to check the damage or how many restoration workers were eaten.

"There are many different types of warcraft, but there was mostly something on the blown roof."

"Mostly? How often?

"I just checked, but there were 80% of them. I want you to check the exact location and number in your last report."

... Oh, my God.

The last report was given to Fiarluca for each envelope. Many pages I took on my device for myself but can't read the letters by bluffing.

Next time you get the original file where the internet connects, you can see it. I change my mind and ask.

"Eighty percent? You mean a lot... only that someone called it in"

Even an amateur roak notices the unnaturalness.

Will the Artel army and government, full of Kirkuls, notice?

"I guess. [Coming and Going Swan] A fellow member of the school confirmed multiple individuals who had been summed up by surgery."

"What? That's Cotto saying someone's in service, right?

"Not everything, but normally things that can move but keep staying will be"

Roark didn't know the wax.

"I can't believe we're only going to the rooftop about the clerk, so why are we here like that?

"Why do you think?

"If you're going to feed the Artelians, you're going to let them go in the middle of nowhere."

Remembering and saying about Rufus Light Mark Church, she made another rooftop appear.

Shooting from roughly the same height of the adjacent building, the small tower falls with its original shape retained. It seems that someone travels on cloudy rooftops pretty fast, and all I know is that they brace and "they're not people".

This is the base station for communications.

"Base station? Is there a building at the scene?

"Only this tower with six antennas and the machine underneath it."

"What? Is this the base, not the building?

There are no traces of a room like that on the roof.

"It's just a communications antenna and a machine drone. Relay the terminal and the exchange station. The rooftops of buildings in the area of scientific civilization will be set up with such unmanned base stations in a significant proportion"

"That's how you said it."

In the Artel territory as far as Roark could go, it was normal to be able to connect to the internet anywhere immediately. I never thought of a mechanism to support wireless communications, but the attacker looked there.

"Poles and such have base stations much smaller than this"

"So it's all been bombed, is it a base station?"

"That's right. Various shapes, but it seems to have been done after a rather careful examination of the type and location of the installation."

Since when, at what number of people have we looked and carried out a series of bombings?

At least, it seems to be an organization with considerable control.

The purpose of the bombing was not to kill the Artelians, but to destroy the communications network. The fixation of the Warcraft would definitely be viewed as an obstruction to repair.

"These are terminal base stations, but the exchange stations were also destroyed"

"Exchange Bureau...?

"Relay data communications with satellite communication antennas and voice communications between nearby telephones. This is the whole building."

"Entire building? Such a powerful bomb?

The Nemoralis Grief Squad blew up the chapel of the Luphus seminary with a bomb stolen from an Artel army base.

I guess this organization did the same thing.

Roark used a grenade in an Aquillo base raid operation, but exploding one or two indoors didn't even freak out the reinforced concrete building body.

Did you also bomb from the sky?

"That's still under investigation. Artel's communications network consists of satellite communication antennas and lake bottom cables."

"They both broke, didn't they? Besides, you're thinking too much about breaking it down to the terminal base station."

"That's all, I guess, because it's a threat and a sign. The bottom of the lake cable may also interfere with the repair."

"Huh? A conservative ship is a foreign company, right? Not Artel."

"That's right. If they weren't idiots, they'd take other means than direct use of force on a conservative ship."

Klaustra had the terminal display a map of the western part of the Republic of Artel.