It's all one flower.

"Are you so surprised?

Ensign Razootchik asked, but Senator Pajomok did not respond.

I can't see the magazine page from Rubel's position and I don't know what article it is.

When I stared at him curiously, I found a nasty headline in the cover with flashy colored fonts leaping. This is the only headline that seems to be politically relevant as far as I can see.

Exclusive scoop of this paper!

Big politician, dark night's secret meeting! The Bureau of Sexuality over the Bureau of War?

... Could this be?

Rubel twisted her neck. By all means, is it something a big politician accustomed to behave so inadvertently at such an important time during the election period?

"Mr. Zayetz is not the person to do this with a young woman"

"Pious believer...... are you a noble person?

Ensign returns the question with a flat voice to his finally squeezed out voice.

"I've had a few entertainments, but he said, the..."

Senator Pajomok dropped his gaze.

From the Hunan Economic Newspapers, which fell to the floor, a silence ensues, like looking for words to shelter.

"... you prefer to be older, and you can't possibly do something with such a little girl. It must be a mistake."

The congressman with his face up made a clear affirmation. With a face so full of confidence, Ensign Razootchik of the boulder also slightly attracts lips.

... I'm out of words, this guy!

"Even you, a foreigner, if you know, the people of Artel..."

"How about that far to the boulder? But you all know the party and the financial superiority."

... Is "such an idiot" that way?

The demon soldier Rubel was puzzled by himself, impressed in the wrong direction.

"The press, too, is something we all seem to know if you're a journalist with a long time in charge of politics"

Senator Pajomok makes his voice tremble like mine.

Ensign Razootchik questioned in a voice with no emotions whatsoever.

"Did someone say it was an article that let you grab the money and detach it?

"Probably, yes"

The Hidden Kirkuls MP affirmed with a trembling voice in anger.

Apparently, they did classic impression manipulations because they didn't get a chance to impersonate and erase the Warcraft.

Demon Costume Soldier Rubel is a long time amateur about politics, but I can imagine to that extent.

Later "That was a false alarm," I cancelled the article, and the loss is a loss.

... I'm also allergic to pulling legs between the same people even though we're at war, but what about the people who get caught up in this kind of impression manipulation?

In the Artel Republic, almost all adults own information devices such as tablet devices and come into contact with vast amounts of information on a daily basis, including children. The quantity was not at all comparable to that of the people of the Republic of Nemoralis without Internet facilities.

What General Al Jadi lamented was the disparity in information between the two peoples.

Founded independently of half a century of civil unrest, the Nemoralis Republic, albeit a two-wheeled country, placed a slight weight on magical civilization and did not develop much scientific civilization.

We did not introduce internet facilities and completely missed the wave of current. Less information is touched by the public, and the information that can be disseminated outside the country is unnecessarily equal compared to the countries that have introduced the Internet.

What was used in the workmanship was a possible means for such a nemoralis.

It was hard to believe that the naive Gasenetta had moved a large number of votes.

... Since you've been in touch with information so much since you were a kid, aren't you also better at identifying authenticity?

A material knowledge reader thought of it, and Rubel tilted his heart, his neck.

Senator Pajomok says he only knows that the Humnus candidate for second-place passage is a famous singer in Artel. The Peaceful Light Party to which he belonged was a foam party, which did not even appear to hang on his teeth.

He says this article is the first time he has learned of the existence of a Meef candidate for unaffiliated rookie who passed the preliminary race in third place.

"Thank you for your cooperation"

The demon soldier Rubel stopped recording the words on the signal.

Ensign Razootchik took a sachet of biscuits out of his jacket pocket and a nasty photo weekly magazine out of the hands of the senator.

"Newspapers, be bored."

Let him hold a bag of confectionery in his empty hand and turn his back. Without looking back, he left the room following a rubel holding a tablet terminal with a tripod.

With that leg, we head to another abandoned building a little further away.

"Newspapers, you make them read."

"Even at dinner, I want to see how other articles react"

Copy that.

In the city of North Zakart, where the debris has been cleared, the driveway, temporarily restored by asphalt alone, divides the gray further ground in black. There are no laying stones or stone columns for [exorcism], but since there are few (mostly) blocking the thin winter days, the miscellaneous demons were not seen at all.

Recently, feeding the demon asthma cannon was carried out in the medical industrial city of Kulbunika on the eastern shore, but there was a considerable reduction in debris there as well. Proportionally fewer miscellaneous demons are fed, and the demon soldier Rubel is complicated as to where to take him next if he finishes there.

If recovery and reconstruction from air strike damage proceed, evacuated residents and businesses can return and the lives of the people can be rebuilt.

But I can't resist waxing demonic asthma cannons into the eyes of the general public.

In Artel territory, the warcraft summoned by the Nemoralis Grief Squad is spreading and there is a fear that the Devil's Asthma will be eaten.

As far as the dark blue serpent thing is concerned, it is not digested and spits out alive, but the magic is taken away.

In the ruins of mainland Artel and elsewhere, warcraft exterminators on Lanterna Island and troops from the Artel Army Special Operations Group against Warcraft patrol and are troublesome in case they are discovered.

When we reached the abandoned building, which was slightly further away, the engineer squad leader, Utra, was there.

Ensign Razootchik receives the Starlight newspaper and goes up to the room where he has his policy secretary, Systos, under house arrest. Sgt. Wootra left when he told him he would help with the restoration work.

Sistos was getting smaller wearing a blanket on the crate.

"Is it cold?

Ensign Razootchik gently hung his voice, but he wouldn't move with his knees. Rubel started taking videos from the corners of the room, as instructed earlier.

This abandoned building also retains its original shape and is effective in protecting the entire building. Government army demon costumes and warcraft exterminators stay and there is no shortage of magic supplies. Even summer clothes don't feel cold.

"You must be bored, so I brought you a newspaper."

When Ensign let him spread it out, Sistos finally looked up. Disturbed blonde peeps through blanket gaps. Ensign Lazutočik did not force the policy secretary of the Lacrimaris in surgery, but spoke gently.

"It's the Starlight Newspaper."

"What is it? Is that it? Is that a jerk?

"I bought it at Rufus because I thought I was interested, didn't you need it"

As the Ensign tried to fold the newspaper, Sistos jumped the blanket and jumped. Only the eyes shine unusually in the face with the beard stretched out.

"Just for one day, take your time"

Ensign Razootchik takes his hand off the paper. Sistos grabbed the newspaper and ran back to the crate, wearing a blanket from his head.

His superior officer prompted him in the face, and Rubel cleaned up his tablet device.