It's all one flower.

The demon soldier Rubel fell on the opposite side of the bed (epilepsy soldering).

I was told to rest because I was on assignment all night, but the guilt of lethargy and the bad predictions flew through my head without taking hold, and I'm not where I sleep.

Regret and what was best to do then, how to act at what point, change the conditions and pinch the idea, but it didn't come together at all.

It's impossible to go back in time and start all over again.

Even if I could tell by my head, I couldn't stop thinking about it in grandeur.

When you smell breakfast, open your eyes thoughtfully.

Right next to the bunk, the demon asthma cannon was shrinking its swollen body. An expanded user demon who absorbs a magical attack fills Rubel's sight like a black wall.

A lump of darkness with no eyes or nose, but when he became the Lord of the Devil, he found the Devil's Asthma cannon staring down at Rubel.

"Worried... are you doing this for me?

Speaking in Hunan, he reaches out softly.

When Rubel touched it, the demon asthma cannon rocked a giant pussy.

The darkness that occupies two-thirds of the room is as warm as it was before it became enlarged. A crumpled bread fabric wrapped around Rubel's arm.

"Did it hurt?

The demonic asthma cannon was attacked by a convoy of presumed Scootum Kingdom Naval Straja Gulf patrols. [Spear of Light] is a powerful technique of shooting down bombers in one blow and smashing defenseless civilian homes.

Apparently the demon asthma cannon just absorbed the magic of the surgery and swelled, and didn't feel any itching.

... bait, what shall we do?

Swallow by a dark blue serpent (grate) in the Tuman Forest, but the Warcraft only took away the magic and spit out the body of the magical creature. Artificially made creatures had no digested appearance at all and did not shrink.

To feed this giant, we need tons of mischievous demons.

Retain thoughts from exploring the same place and speak powerful words to the demon.

Stay where you want to be.

The darkness flowed thickly and crawled up to the bunk with the crates lined up. My arm slips out of the soft mass and floats over the black waves.

... What are you doing?

The demon asthma cannon slammed loose waves and dived under the rubel to stop the movement. The large body of the demon soldiers does not sink into the soft darkness, but on a warm mass.

Lie on your back, spread your arms and feel tired.

I wandered within feeling plush on my back and my consciousness broke off.

"Lunch. Wake up."

Opening his eyes with the voice of the engineer squad leader, Wutra, there was an appearance of Ensign Razootchik in the room.

Ensign laughs bitterly behind Wootra's oblique back.

"I didn't know you were going to bed a demon asthma cannon."

"Ahhh... no, the..."

"How are you sleeping?

"This is the..."

When Rubel woke himself up in a hurry, the demon asthma cannon stuck to his back like a trimochi.

"Sofa or back?

I even laugh bitterly at Wootra.

"Um, this is under me when I say you can stay wherever you want..."

"Okay, okay. Let's eat."

"Wait there"

Ordering in powerful words, the warm darkness lingered on the bed. When I get down on the floor and get away from the plush, I feel somewhat restless.

Wootra remained and Ensign passed the rubel into the room where Ensign Razootchik would wake up, not the room he would use as a dining room.

The client is General Sikurus, Army Admiral.

Two chief desks for the conference will be placed facing each other, at the back desk, where the commander of the operation to operate the demon asthma cannon will wait. A meal for two on the long desk. Only tea utensils were at the mercy of General Sikurus Army Supplements.

"I came by ship. Both of you, listen while you eat."

Give me a hand and lower my back to the pipe chair. I wasn't hungry, but I opened a pack of canned and sturdy bread.

"[Obedient Cage] capable of accommodating large magical creatures, but as expected, there was an answer from Command Headquarters that procurement was difficult"

The same goes for Rubels, the demon-mounted soldiers, when they were ordered on a demon-asthma cannon capture mission.

At that time, the Navy staff told him to wait six months, but in the end, he probably couldn't procure it. Otherwise, I don't think I'd bother shrinking the demon asthma cannon.

At a time when the treasury was being depleted, there was no hope of procuring powerful magical goods.

When Rubel stopped moving with dark thoughts, he was urged with his eyes to eat by the Army Adjutant.

"As you all know, our country is in an economic predicament as a result of a prolonged war"

Ensign and demon-mounted soldiers nodded at the same time.

"Of course there's not enough money, not enough supplies, not enough craftsmen."

The territory of the Nemoralis Republic on the island of Nenia is devastated, with the exception of parts of the North Bank region, by the indiscriminate bombing by the coalition forces of Artel Lanista.

With the work of Rubel and other special forces serving demonic asthma cannons and the civilian Nemoralis Grief Squad, the Artel Army base offensive progressed and recovery and reconstruction work was ongoing everywhere, but many of the general public were killed or injured or displaced from the country as war refugees.

"I just developed people, and I can't make anything without the material. It's impossible to twist a skilled craftsman out of nothing."

"If you're a small [squire cage], you can procure materials in Japan, but to accommodate large objects, you have to go to the Huxi region to get the materials."

"Huh?"

The hand of the meal stops unexpectedly by Ensign Razootchik's supplement.

... I'm guessing you'll be sent on a procurement mission to the Lake West region?

The superior officer continued, naturally flushing Rubel's surprise.

"I need a root mass (konkai) of anthrax mud and purple trees. I was able to import from the Kingdom of Scootum before the war, but now I have no budget"

"As long as the war continues, how about the fall in tax revenues? But state failure is imperative if welfare to burned survivors or support to businesses and shops is reduced or eliminated"

"... Left sir"

"You're lucky to have a good man."

When Rubel poured the firm bread into the water to show understanding, General Sikurus' Army aide loosened his cheeks slightly.