It's all one flower.

"You're annoying. You can have it for today."

"Thank you"

Receiving the morning paper from manager Gentius, Roark took Skinum and hurried to the lion's shop.

While waiting for dinner to be fixed, Roark glanced at the newspaper.

As always, there are no photographs and articles lined up with just letters.

... I hope this is more informative.

Without pictures, difficult articles are troublesome. There was no reason why I stopped putting pictures on it.

Initially, I thought it was because I send pictures on the Internet, but since I realized I could carry a recording medium with data in it at people's hands, I was concerned about the unnaturalness.

The top of one side is a suspicious document in the mailbox of the Starlight Newspaper Artel Branch.

A large envelope containing five sheets of A4 paper was posted directly. The contents are press releases by five major telecommunications companies, but there is nothing in the envelope and no clue about the sender at all. They put him in fog time, and he didn't even look like the person who put him in the security camera.

Similar envelopes were placed in the Ministry of Information and Communication and in the city halls and churches of the mainland of Artel. It's all the same day, for one or more people, there's a speculation that it's the work of a wizard with a land survey in Artel.

City Hall and the Church contacted the Ministry of Information, but the central ministry also has no idea and holds its head.

The embassy in Lanista through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was asked to confirm it, and the Starlight newspaper was also closed when people were dispatched to the Lanista branch to confirm it.

The second article is the presidential primaries.

A second preliminary race is scheduled for November, but it is not the case with the interruption of communication lines and the emergence of the Warcraft.

Since we cannot vote on the Internet, we must be more generous than usual in preparing the polling stations, but there is a lack of voting paper due to the blockade on the lake. Nor is it remiss to ensure the safety of voters taking to polling stations.

As voting day approached next month, it could still be rubbed with implementation and postponement, and no conclusions were reached.

The sun sets faster and the danger increases as we approach the winter solstice. Voters' outrage (sometimes) over what the Electoral Administration Commission is doing when decisions have to be rushed.

"Thank you for waiting. Grilled white fish in butter, forest sauce."

The aromatically roasted white fish is hung with plenty of mushroom sauce to appetite.

Roark put the folded newspaper on his lap and looked at the skinum on the front.

"How long will this be happening?

You don't know I asked you.

When I pushed him away, Skinum put the fork down and leaned down.

Speak in as gentle a voice as possible.

"First, if we don't do something about the Warcraft, we can't repair the equipment on the ground. You know this, don't you?

Skinum looked up and nodded small.

"Good luck exorcising the Warcraft."

"Yes. We support exterminators with spellmaking and stuff, but no one knows how many heads there are, and how long it takes to get rid of them all, right?

Skinum nodded silently.

"Even if you can exorcise it all, you know it takes a while just to wait for the parts to align, because it moves after you can safely transport them, right?

Roark carried the dinner to his mouth and waited for Skinum's reaction. He nodded small and gave a slightly lost gesture, but put a white body in his mouth to mimic (if) Roark.

Even if a demon ship is loaded with portable satellite communications stations to dock off the coast of Rufus, if the ground portion is not restored, it is likely that individuals will not be able to connect with tablet terminals or the like unless they exit to the lake shore critical. Depending on the model, you might not have been able to connect unless you were on the lake.

"If so many are broken, we need a lot of craftsmen and engineers, but some of them may have been eaten by the Warcraft, and some of the poles and stuff are broken and blacked out by the explosion, so we have to restore them first"

Skinum snorts at the explanation and eats his little one.

Roark didn't say any more and ate at all within a corner dinner that didn't cool down. The sweetness of the thick pumpkin soup wrapped my sawdust heart in a circle.

While waiting for tea after the meal, Skinum said potpourri as he inadvertently recalled.

"Mr. Ziolito, how are you doing?"

"Come on?"

Chloenier Store Manager said he'd take a look at the basement somewhat, but there's been no particular tone out since then.

Ziolito may have left the underground town of Chernoknyzinik and entered the stronghold of the Nemoralis Grief Squad, but he was not even certain of his life or death in the first place.

The boy who stabbed the Reflexio Priest was captured as an attempted murderer. His father turned his hand and tried to take him home, escaping. After that, it was only once in this lion's house that the Roarks witnessed him.

The manager of Chloenier witnessed him with the old lady Silva, but the news did not follow.

"I don't know where you are, but if you're in this city... you're safer than the mainland... right?

... Is this what you wanted to hear?

If he was caught as a nominee, it would be reported, but Ziolito's name doesn't appear in the papers or on the radio at all.

He has been in contact with Silva for quite some time and guided the Avengers of the Nemoralis Worry Squad in the Rufus Seminary chapel bombing.

"That's a wild letting go of an attempted murderer with a grudge against the denomination, but whose, what, how, and at ease is that?

I don't know why Skinum says things from Ziolito's side.

"It's vanilla tea. Did you get everything you ordered?

"Yes, thank you"

Skinum sucked the aroma all over his chest, supporting the cup with both hands, but did not mouth the answer.