It's all one flower.

During half a century of civil unrest, humans vandalized the bodies regardless of enemy allies to extract [the sorcerer's tears]. Demons and warcraft crave [sorcerer's tears] and greed (mumble) without carburizing corpses.

The body I saw the morning after the air raid fastened its original shape, probably because [Simple Junction] hung on the ground retreated from the demon.

Awellana and the others arrived before anyone arrived.

Even at the time of the terrorist attacks, the funeral parlor gave him the [tears of the sorcerer] as a matter of course. That, too, is still a little something of a young victim.

... more now that it's a war... eh? But how come nobody's here?

I don't go out with anyone but that thug.

Survivors, military, police, bureau... I don't even see anyone coming to the city of Zerneau asking about the safety of relatives or friends and acquaintances at all.

I hate to say this, but the military and police are supposed to search for burns to remove [the sorcerer's tears] from the victims of the air raid.

The reason why there are no ordinary people is because of the restrictions placed on access.

During half a century of civil unrest, that was the norm.

In the burning marks, the battle was repeated over [the sorcerer's tears], partly because it was dangerous.

This time, the Artel Army still doesn't seem to land on Nenia Island, but I don't know why they don't look like Nemoralis Army.

If you leave the body alone, the demon who ate it will gain strength.

The disposal of bodies is necessary not only to replenish armaments, but also to protect the safety of the population.

... maybe we can't handle the bodies in time, the demons suddenly get stronger, out of hand, and so, what the hell is going on around here?

Awellana noticed one possibility, and her skin peeled. That could be that dark mass.

... Oh, but you didn't attack me, so you only eat corpses or something?

I'm not familiar with demons, but I certainly (of course) see such unusual things, and I never heard of them from anyone.

I tremble without thinking of the horror of not knowing who I am.

"Well, we can't take it today, let's take a look in the basement here"

Captain Solgnac will re-compartmentalize the air in the field.

Until they told me, Awellana had completely forgotten the existence of the basement.

"The voicemail also read the news manuscript I got in the press studio yesterday"

The captain put a bunch of paper on the reception table.

"Well, it's just like yesterday to go see..."

"No, Morph rest here. Medvege, will you come?

(whispers) blocked Kruillo's suggestion, Captain Solgnac said. The boy soldier Morph had his mouth tipped, but said nothing.

Medvege took it at ease.

"I'm going to see a car, but I'm not a kid. Leave a message here."

As I say, I brutally stroke (na) the head of the boy soldier. Morph frowned between his eyebrows, and gave his hand away as if he were depressed.

Medvege laughed and slapped Morph on the back, heading for the stairs.

Cruello releases the [key] with the word, and points the [light (light)] on the (broom).

Awellana and the others dropped them off until they were invisible.

Leno starts making bread at the counter and Morph refuses to try to help.

Pinatifida, Elantis and Amana began consulting before food on what to eat for lunch.

Awellana takes one bunch of manuscripts and sits on the couch. A note outside the column showed that it was a follow-up article to the Autonomous Community Fire, which was extra to the newspaper.

Roark also takes the rest of the manuscript and notes it with a ballpoint pen on unused copy paper.

Tired of a tour of baking, Boy Soldier Morph peeks into Roark's hand.

"What are you doing?

"I read the news manuscript, and I'm putting together a chronological summary of what was going on."

"As such, what will it be?

"It could be a tip to think about what we're going to do."

"When was that?

"Um... Mr. Awellana, when are you?

Speaking to Roark, Awellana ran her eyes on the manuscript. There is a date and time at the top.

"This? Um... Feb. 3, 10: 00 a.m. News."

"Well, that sounds up to date,"

"February 3rd, what happened?

"After noon, the day I was attacked by air, trying to move by bus to another shelter"

Roark answers pale.

Juvenile soldier Morph made his face tense (frightened) as soon as possible.

"Does that mean they went somewhere before the air raid?

"... maybe"

Roark is surprised by the boy soldier's sword screen.

"Just like the captain said! He said he had to stay here and gather information before the air raid."

"Did the captain originally know? Or was that what you thought up there?

When Awellana asked, the boy soldier thought a little and replied.

"He looked at the room and said. The great guys got away first, and the lower officials and the citizens tried to get away, but they didn't make it."

Awellana hurried through the bundle of manuscripts at hand.

Every article is just a continuation of something. There is nothing to announce an air raid and call for evacuation.

"This is all the manuscript of the news?

"Come on? Everyone picked it up when it was scattered around the desk and the floor."

The department that writes the manuscript may have an unfinished news manuscript, but now I won't be able to help but look at it.

He evacuated the city without informing the citizens of the air strike.

... If I knew, I might have had someone to help me.

Awellana bit her lower lip.