It's all one flower.

Mobile broadcaster Praetelmisa left the village where she stayed from summer until the beginning of winter.

Run east on the national highway for the city of Myata.

Along the way, some villages heard from survivors, but those stopped by the accompanying Nemus Liberation Army and on the cargo deck of the event truck are never allowed to unload. Instead of broadcasting, I was moved in a short time and couldn't even hear the details.

Medvege, who goes to the head of the train, slowed me down, but the view flowing through the windows alone would not give the boulder Jorch much information either.

Once inside the city walls of the city of Myata, a Nemus Liberation Army pickup truck stepped forward and led the way, leading them to the public and private parking lot.

"Early on arrival, I'm afraid, if you're Mr. Joolucci and the delegate, please talk to the Branch Manager"

The PLA soldiers were polite in their attitude, but there was an atmosphere where they were not allowed to say whether or not.

"What is Mr. Branch Manager like?

When the spelldoctor Septentorio, who got off the carrier, asked, the soldier thought a little and replied.

"I'm a veteran. I don't know anything about active duty."

"Really... please let me come with you"

The green eye of the spelldoctor turns to Leno and Jorch, the national broadcast announcer.

Reno went from being the manager of a mobile distributor to becoming a representative of a mobile broadcaster. I don't know what to judge, but I don't think there's any reason to say no.

"Thank you. It's more comforting."

Jorch nodded at me without saying anything.

Seeing that the story had come together, the soldier opened the door to the public hall.

"What? Is this the branch?

"No, I rented a meeting room today."

"What. Don't freak out."

Not responding to the bitter laughter of the funeral parlor Agoni, one of the soldiers guides the three Lenos.

... It's a public house, and it's not a rare trick, is it?

As Leno turned over her shoulder, Pina nodded forcefully holding hands with Tis.

"Branch manager, we've got a representative from the mobile broadcaster."

The soldier in the guide did not enter the conference room and closed the door from the hallway.

It's a landscape room with a conference desk just squared together.

A man in [armor], like a warcraft exterminator, turned around at the window.

"You are......!

A man wrapped around a Nemus Liberation Army arm opens his green eyes and breathes. Although it is a mixture of gray hair, the green part is dark in color. The eye of the branch manager, who seemed stubborn at all, nailed it to a fellow spelldoctor.

Former military doctor Spelldoctor Septentorio stares at the head of the Nemus Liberation Army Miata branch with a faceless eye, unable to recall a long time ago acquaintance.

... a veteran and a former knight of the long-lived race.

"No, that's enough, please. I'm a curse doctor at Zerneau City Central Civic Hospital, and I've lost my job."

Stand up with a tired voice the branch manager who was kneeling (kneeling first) at the window.

"But..."

"It's been almost two hundred years since then. This is not the time. Or is that the country you aspire to?

The branch manager looked up, but wouldn't try to get up.

... The old military doctors were awesome.

Even the same "ex-knight", the various and shapebreaking Chloenier speaks intimately in a manner that also broke with the spelldoctor Septentorio.

Which attitude is the worldly "right answer"?

Reno, who only knows the old Lacus Lacrimalis Kingdom era in history textbooks, did not know.

... Well, but I don't like the curse doctor.

Giorchi, born in the days of the former Lacus Lacrimaris Republic, and Leno, in the days of the Nemoralis Republic, had no choice but to watch the Branch Manager grudgingly urge Kyou (uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-

"Welcome to the city of Miata. At the moment, there are no star markings (servants) on the ground, and there have been no bomb attacks, etc. No great hospitality in the small city, but later (just now) we will arrange an inn. Enjoy your stay."

The branch manager speaks only to the former military doctor, Septentorio, on the sidelines of Leno, the manager, and Jorch, the announcer.

"I'll wake up in the truck, so the inn is fine"

When the curse doctor refused, the branch manager was blatantly disappointed, but said no more and finally turned his attention to the two people on land.

"We are the mobile broadcaster Praethermassa."

"In this city, I'd like to primarily conduct coverage activities, would you mind?"

The branch manager, with his voice, finally figured out who Joolucci was. Respond with luminous green eyes.

"Of course (of course). Mr. Jorch, would you like us to broadcast in this city?

"No, there will be information gathered here, so we plan to broadcast around rural areas, fishing villages, etc. where the information will not be forthcoming"

"The importation of materials is delayed and newspapers and batteries are thin. If there's an ancient newspaper here for a while, I'd like you to use it as a resource."

The billboard announcer for the national broadcast slammed it, and when the former military doctor asked, the branch manager stretched his spine and took it on with a mundane reply. The spelldoctor finally asks for directions to the temple.

... I don't know.

Leno grinned inside, but didn't show it to his face.

It is unclear whether Joorci decided not to broadcast because of his consideration of the spell doctor or because he felt something dangerous about his long stay.

The branch manager runs quickly to arrange for an ancient newspaper.

The three returned to the truck feeling unspeakable.