It's all one flower.

"Shit! The monsters!

A cursing voice is followed by gunshots and explosions echoing in a half-destructed hospital.

The prostitute, wrapped in an armband on the path of the Holy Star, had been cornered in the corner of the office. That number, just eight. A thick wall of water looms in front of you, drinking ash and debris.

Beyond the water wall is a shadow.

The only curse doctor in this hospital and the figure of a man handing [tears] to him can be seen blurring over cloudy water.

The guy who filled the Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital (O.R.) didn't have any bodies left.

Water walls clouded with ash increase in thickness, and shooting doesn't reach the operator beyond it. Even throwing a grenade, water swept like a creature wrapped a blast, killing the power.

The trump card against the Wizard [Demon Talisman] was used up in the battle against the security forces in the coastal area. The spell, which can also be used by a powerless people, was specially prepared in this operation.

I glance at the office window.

There was an iron lattice to avoid thieves.

The cloudy water walls not only contained debris, but also flowed violently. Debris flirts like a leaf in a wall.

The shadow across the water wall is a curse doctor who raised the neckline of a single-wing snake and a man who called himself a "funeral parlor".

This large quantity of water is not tap water.

It's a chunk of moisture the curse doctor drained from the body.

When the people of the lake commanded in powerful words, the body mummified in an instant. A funeral parlor cremates it on the spot. The corpse was wrapped in a blue-white flame during the bundle and ashed without leaving any bones behind.

A funeral parlor fishes ash mountains.

I'm picking up the magic crystal.

The ashes of the body cloud the water.

The funeral parlor gives his compatriots [tears] to the spelldoctor, who drains water from the corpse with the magic of the dead, hunting down the star path prostitute.

Water turbidity is death turbidity.

Will doctors drown you in hospital clinics or will you be slaughtered with debris in the water? The people of land without magic, before the magic of the people of the lake, despaired.

I've shot all the ammo off the automatic small gun already, and I don't have a spare cartridge.

The grenade, too, the last one was drunk by water.

"There's an outside way to use even my buddy's body!

"You monster...! Go to hell!

Will the voice reach beyond the water wall?

Where it arrives, the curse of a powerless people is only a curse.

It was reminded that the very fact of blading the wizards with magic and manipulating the "powerful word" was reckless.

The Star Way Prostitute Army rose to face the oppression of the government of the Republic of Nemoralis, which focuses on wizards.

Simply collect the smuggled weapon and a few [demon charms]. I don't even have a uniform. As a landmark, the prostitute merely wrapped an "Holy Star's Way" armband around his crude everyday shoulder.

There is no means to protect yourself from magic.

At night, demons come from mountains and lakes.

In an autonomous people who can't use magic, they can't deal with wizards and demons at the same time. If only a peaceful wizard was the opponent, an ambush at noon would have been enough.

The people of the lake even turned the death of their compatriots into their own power.

How is this act of a wizard different from a demon that devours magic?

"You're right, Grandpa. You bastard!"

Boy soldier Morph threw up and picked up the file under his feet.

... We don't have magical powers. But you're not helpless! I'll prove it!

Throw thick files at gray water walls. The water splash did not even rise and was drunk to plunge into the mud.

Tears seep into the eyes of Juvenile Soldier Morph.

After half a century of civil unrest, the powerless people of the northern part of the island of Negna and the island of Nemoralis were forced to migrate to the autonomous community of Listwar.

So are Morph's grandparents and his parents.

Among the people of the land, those with magic and the polytheistic Fraxinus were removed from the subject of the migrants.

To avoid emigration, a large number of traitors emerged who abandoned the teachings of Saint Kirkulus, who guided a powerless people, and converted them to indigenous gods.

The powerless people, who did not abandon their faith, were pushed into a small autonomous community and, for the last thirty years, abandoned by the Government of the Republic of Nemoralis to "rebuild themselves".

I have heard from a man in the shipping industry that reconstruction outside the Autonomous Region used both machinery and magic, and in less than a decade it was done.

Morph, who first left the Autonomous Community today, was convinced that the story was true.

Thirty years after the establishment of peace, the Ristover Autonomous Region is still home to some districts where Barack has built up and not even maintained water and sewerage.

Morph, who became a boy soldier, threw a flame bottle (or shrimp) from the truck during this operation.

... We're helpless, aren't we?

The boy soldier wiped his tears with his shoulders. The arms wrapped around the arms of the path of the Holy Star are still thin.

There is no such thing as a "powerless people" that is viewed down on the grounds of lack of magic and faith.

Kirkulus Lacteus is a great saint who guides in wisdom the "world without magic" that begins after the demons of the Three Kingdoms perish.

In the first place, it was the Wizard who created the demons of the Three Kingdoms that nearly destroyed the world.

There is no reason to be fooled by an evil wizard as a "powerless saint" or anything else.

In order to remind the wizards who push their miserable lives to turn the city of the lake people into ashes again, the boy soldier Morph threw several flasks without any burns.

The Way of the Stars The Brave Army turned the coast into an ocean of fire, followed the fleeing inhabitants up downtown Zerneau, and came this far.