It's all one flower.

More than Roark thought, people in the office district seem to calm down and do their jobs.

"What do we do after this?

When the company employees behind the diagonal stood in accounting, Klaustra asked.

"Let's go to church and pray."

"Seriously! What do you pray for?

"I hope you make peace soon."

When Roark told the audience, Klaustra opened the downloaded map on the tablet terminal. Find out the route from your current location's cafe to the nearest church with a familiar guide.

The Warcraft extermination has just been carried out.

Talk in the guise of casual wind while waiting for the signal in front of the cafe.

"Earlier Arr, why don't you go check it out?

"Maybe it's still off-limits, right?

But, look, he's not here anymore.

Klaustra points to where the Warcraft exterminator was until earlier. From the road leading to the back of the compartment, the traffic stop sign also disappeared.

Take them together and cross the crosswalk. Along the way, lights (lights) were also seen in buildings near the site, and employees appeared to be at work.

... Why aren't you evacuating me?

"Um... Was there a cop around here earlier?

"I wasn't there. Only five vendors let that guy in. What's the matter with you?

Stop where you cross.

The only people on the road are Roark and Klaustra dressed as "holiday high school students" who are not commensurate with the office district.

Roark pointed to the building in the front of the signal.

"He's from this company, he seems to be working for Hutu."

The shop section on the ground floor is the only building with the confectionery wholesaler's sign unloading the shutters, but occasionally there are too many people by the window above the second floor.

"Behind this, just now..."

"That's right."

"Why didn't you evacuate?"

"I don't know"

Klaustra answers instantly with a cheerful voice to match his appearance and heads to the back of the confectionery wholesaler. Roark followed by a small run down a one-lane wide one-way street.

Surrounded by similar buildings, Shitsuji had no trace of anything.

I'll look around again to see if there's any overlooks.

A small toilet-like window turns the ventilator. I don't think the Warcraft has been ravaged. It's so beautiful. I couldn't even see a single cluttered demon in the gap in the building.

"... nothing... nothing...?

"When I took the things I was going to take, I baked them, turned them off, and packed them in [endless bags]."

"Oh, oh, really?"

Warcraft's extinguishing charcoal is often handled by Roark's part-time cursemen as a consideration and material for spells.

"It was about the size of a car there."

Klaustra pointed to a small parking lot a little further away. One wagon car with the company name is the only one that stops.

"What? Is that small?

"Groundworms get bigger soon, so I'm only here a minute after we get here to say that we have a fuzz or smaller one."

The tone is adorable as it looks, but it doesn't match the horror of the content and makes it creepy.

... Captain, you said you fought with a pistol like that?

I recall a report quite a while ago and tremble.

"There's nothing more here, and we're going to church soon."

"Ugh, yeah."

Klaustra rushed him, and Roark left the warcraft extermination site early.

Find a personal store that sells food, magazines, etc., and enter.

Originally, they arranged the confectionery bread. The "TBD Arrival" bills line up sloppily on the product shelves.

Canned juice shelves are also plentiful and most of them are critical to deadlines.

Colorful cans are thrown and sold in wagons by the entrance. If you look at the canned sheepmeat, it was manufactured before the Devil's Asthma Cannon War and the deadline is by the end of this year.

There was some newspaper this morning before the cashier. I also put newspapers like the ones left behind in the basket.

"Oh, so many... thank you"

The old lady in the store number deepens the wrinkles in her face with joy.

Apparently, the supplier can't move, not the store. All of the notes posted behind the old lady's arrival were provisionally "subject to change" on dates after the middle of next month.

Through the neighborhoods occupied by miscellaneous buildings, private shops and company cafes and mass canteens, he hit the park.

There are the same playthings as Zerneau City, but there are no adults, not children.

Passing through the children's park, he left for the residential area. There are no detached buildings with gardens and apartments and low-rise apartments squarely separate the sky from the street.

I saw a church spire at the end of the road.

Halfway through the week, there are several groups of parents and children in the chapel and volunteers to read and listen to the scriptures for children.

Roark repacked what he had bought earlier in his shoulder bag and stood in front of the sermon stand behind the prayer grand back.

Looking up, a statue of a saint with a stained glass on his back greets his followers with a gentle smile with open arms. The interior of this church and the statue of the saints were also littered with curses and powerful words such as [exorcism].

... what is "evil"?

Roark knelt (kneeled) and put his fingers together in front of his chest. Lie down in your eyes and listen to non-group believers as you pretend to pray.

Here too, as in shopping districts, concerns about part-time destinations and anxiety about prices are at the heart of the conversation.

The voice narrowed so as not to interfere with the reading, still caught my ear.

"The church is close and helpful. Wow. I can't let you play outside, so get bored."

"Us, too. The nursery's closed, we're out of storage, and we can't even get to the part."

"How can you do an election when you're like this?

"We got a notice, but there seems to be a lot of people who can't go."

"Isn't that right, a waste of taxes?"

"I'm at war, so let me make it easier, and I don't think the president needs to change it."

"In the end, if Mr. Poderes is going to do it, the election is a waste of time and taxes,"

In December, a second preliminary run-off will take place later than planned.

Roark rose, remembering the low turnout.