It's all one flower.

Klaustra [leaps] from one of the strongholds of the capital, Rufus, and sends Roark to Chernochnijnik, the underground town of Lanterna Island. I didn't stop by the spellhouse and jumped somewhere in a hurry.

President Poderes' speech was recorded on a tablet device. I went to deliver the audio data to my comrade.

As insurance, I also recorded it on Roark's device, so I deposited it with her.

The island of Lanterna, like the mainland, is caught in communication disruption due to the breakage of the lake bottom cable, and even with terminals, it is only used (Michi) for about recording and shooting. I can read past reports, but now I'm too busy working as a spellmaker to take that time.

Place your personal belongings in the usual inn and enter a curse shop with a dragon gall (Lindo) sign on it.

There was only one guest, and no one else.

First sight female customers seem obsessed with writing order slips and are indifferent to opening and closing doors. I met him small and went into the back room.

"I'm back now. Sir, they're here."

The work room is alone with the manager and no sign of Skinum.

Manager Gentius turned this way, placing the curse that had just been written up on the drying shelf.

"Oops, you're home just fine. I just sent you to use it. When I write down the order form, give it to me. I haven't paid yet."

"Yes!"

Roark went out to the counter and started preparing tea. Ignite the cassette stove and peek at the customer's hand.

... You're just a defensive system.

Look at the chest tilt.

The badge (today) is the same school as Agoni's. Until the funeral parlor, I was hooked up to go hunting for the Warcraft, but I get a spell out of the shelf that I found out was filled in.

The red-haired female customer moaned with her head and then finally looked up when the water boiled.

"Welcome. Are you sure?

"Ah... ah... this is all we need, we'll be fine... right?

Receive the order form and give the tea.

"Are you a Warcraft Hunter?

"No, I'm not. He wanted me to help him cremate. He called me to a funeral parlor union on the mainland."

"What? Dead, is that a lot?

Whoever is consumed by the Warcraft will not be left with a body.

Is it just predatory damage caused by warcraft that keeps local vendors from cutting off?

When Roark was surprised, the red-haired funeral parlor waved a flicker in front of his face.

"There's a part of the Warcraft."

"Warcraft?

"There were lots of silver scales full of wormfish, and there were lots of russians and exterminators over there."

"Yep. We have a lot of people coming too."

The funeral parlor's sigh knocked out the tea hot air.

"Right? Even those people can take them down if they can, but they can't break the nucleus of existence, so they'll have the remains of the Warcraft."

"But you can pick the material, right?"

"You can't pick a big one."

"Uh..."

The only area that can be used as a material in a silver scale (ginseng) wormfish (chicken) is the large scale, which has only one sheet just below the jaw. I can't use other scales. If you burn it, you can use the whole thing as an extinguishing charcoal for the Warcraft, but the hassle and magic of carburizing it is hard.

"There's payments for weapons stores and armor stores, so I burn some of them myself, but they leave the rest alone."

"Huh? Then from that carcass, again..."

Roark lost his word to the irresponsibility of Russia or the exterminator.

They, too, may be a cluttered response because they don't feel comfortable with Kirkuls on the mainland of Artel.

"It is. Because the mainland bureau burns them at the provincial and municipal crematories, they ordered the union of the funeral parlors over there to retrieve the remains of the warcraft. Yes, but if they burn that in a human furnace, they say they don't like the survivors, disagree."

"Isn't that right...... why don't the bureau collect it in a garbage collection car and burn it in a garbage incinerator?

A funeral parlor sipped tea and set aside a tea bowl.

In his eyes, the colour of the mockery floats.

"I didn't know, either, that the funeral parlor over there, wrapped his body in a [comfort cloth] spellbound cloth, handed over the same spell to a sculpted coffin for funeral, and transported it to the crematorium. There are spells and spells in the crematorium and in the incinerator."

"Uh... into the habit of denying magic?

"The exterminator said he saw it."

Roark was frightened and speechless.

"I don't like it, either, because I don't know what they're gonna do to me over there, but I don't like it when I can fly out of the carcass, and I don't want to come over here, so I'm going to consolidate my protection and go"

"It's tough. Are you going alone?

"I mean alone, [the white butterfly that leads] because there's no such a large number of people, but they called me to separate cities"

"Uh... be safe"

To the lork of the powerless people, I can only pray for the safety of the redhead funeral parlor.

Prepare a spell to be used for defense while looking at the order slip.

Defensive spells and curses embroidered in her clothes are superior to those of ordinary people, but not enough to be called [armor].

If [armor] is to be worn by military uniforms and professional warcraft exterminators for demon costumes, they will bounce back even if they are shot from close range, but they need a strong and immense amount of magic to keep them activated all the time while wearing them.

All the curses on the order were well stocked.

The funeral parlor woman put out a packed bag of contents.

"Including this bag, in consideration"

"Yes, thank you"

Ask the store manager to evaluate the consideration and brew a change of tea.

"It would be helpful to have everything in one house."

"Thank you"

"Because people in Russia bought it, I sold out every piece of protective equipment I could handle. But I'm not even going to take my weapon with me, and it's really gonna help."

"Welcome, thank you"

This information, as well as bulk purchases, was appreciated by Roark.

I also opened the store on Sunday and was busy shortly after I took a break, but it is huge that I found out why.

... Well, just so you know, it's murky to make you stop summoning.

Probably because of the Nemoralis Grief Squad.

Skinum returned to replace his superior guest.

"Ah, Mr. Roark, welcome back. You were fast."

"Yeah."

"Roark! Help me over here!

"Yes!"

I picked up the package from Skinum and hurried to the working room in the back.

In the evening, the work of curse making continues even after the signs have been cleared.

When the manager dotted the radio, the news broke.

"Huh?

Roark doubted his ears.

In critical news, the announcer repeats the same SMS twice.

Next week's presidential election for the Artel Republic was postponed until May, three months later.