It's all one flower.

The demon soldiers, Rubels, were ordered to wait until the next order was given.

A room in an abandoned building in the southern part of the city of North Zakart, facing each other.

The four engineers peered into the tablet terminal operated by Rubel.

If we go south to the Kublum Mountains, we can pick up radio waves in the territory of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

Several times a day, [jump] onto Kublum Street or Zakart Tunnel (tunnel) and take a screenshot of the news site to return to base.

The sunny windowsill floor seats the car and surrounds the terminal with five miserable men.

In the city of North Zakart, which was heavily damaged by air raids, debris removal and tidiness proceeded, and the construction of the barrier was completed in 80% of the way. However, the entry of civilians is unacceptable, except for the warcraft exterminators contracted by the Nemoralis government forces.

Engineer squad leader Utra is called by Ensign Razootchik for many days to go somewhere, and [Dressed Woodpecker (Kitsuki)] Faculty engineer Mary is rushed out every two days to help with the restoration work, but today we rarely have all four of them.

What I took this morning was an article in the Starlight newspaper in the news corner of the portal.

Apparently, the Artel Republic will hold elections this month for more than a decade using only "paper ballot papers".

"Paper ballot paper is some weird rhetoric"

Engineer Marlt leans his neck with a half laugh.

"Artel says there's a way to vote without going to the polling station on a pre-registered tablet device."

"Is there no injustice?

When Rubel described the electoral system of an enemy country he saw quite a while ago, the engineer Nayarburi ate.

"Come on? I'm not sure about that neighborhood, but just like Nemoralis, it's a minority of people who don't have a terminal or something, and the tally results are right up for it, so they've been voting late at night."

The engineers leaked obscure voices like they understood.

Because few officials are accustomed to voting on paper, it is assumed that instead of reducing the voting time, the period for voting before the due date will be longer.

"Can't you go to the polling station because the Warcraft summoned by the Grief Squad is roaring?

"Not quite."

The engineer squad leader, Wootra, answered Nayabri's question.

"Mainland companies and individuals hired exterminators for Lanterna Island, a sharp decline"

"Didn't the Grief Squad replenish it?

"I don't even know what they think, but I need material and time to create a [summons]. Authorities have increased patrols of exterminators, making it difficult to leave dead bodies that have been surgically doored."

Engineer Nayabri nodded and put his gaze back on the terminal.

Engineer Mary points at the screen from the side.

"What is this ill-mouthed sentence?

"This is the reader's sentiment for the article. Because anyone can write..."

The engineers will have a subtle face in Rubel's description.

Nowadays, the work of demon-mounted soldier Rubel and other special forces has led to the disruption of communications throughout the Artel Republic. I can't connect to the internet and most of the phone lines are out of line.

Rubel used the Lacrimalis line and accessed the Common Language Portal. Even if you can read the beautiful common language in the body of the article, you don't even know the slang in the comments section. Until now, I have kept the sentence to pick up only beautiful comments, and I have decided that there were no unreadable sentences.

"Mr. Mary, can you read it? Here's what I'm saying, um... texts not in textbooks"

"In times of peace, in foreign magazines, well, the..."

"Anything you want to study."

Engineer squad leader Wootra laughs niggardly at Engineer Mary's poorly toothed reply.

I felt like I shouldn't ask what magazine it was, and Rubel shut up.

"The Common Language Country is largely in Alton Gaza, right?

"Right."

Engineer Marlt confirmed, squad leader Wootra nodded.

"Artel is a small country on the border, if you look from a common language area, but why are you so interested?

"Why did that bother you?

The voice of the question is Ensign Lazutochik.

I had no idea when you came in.

It is not only Rubel that surprises me, but also the engineers harden with their faces to the door.

When the Ensign turned his gaze to the engineer Marlt, he replied to a number of questions.

"Shit, Ensign, that's this, that's it. The person who wrote this despicable sentence, after all, does not appear to have an upbringing. Because I thought it might be suspicious to know that Artel existed."

Come on, rude words, but if you ask me, I'm going to feel that way.

"It's the work of the stationed martial artists."

"Which martial officer is His Excellency?

Engineer Mary rounds his eyes.

Sounds like a pretty nasty slang.

"Amitostigma and Lunifera stationed martial officers, but they didn't write it down."

The air somehow loosened to the answer returned with a bitter smile.

"That? Then who...?

"These are the men hired by the Money."

The voice that replied to Rubel's whining includes blatant contempt.

Ensign Razootchik spoke pale to five of his strange-faced men.

"The martial officers lay down their identities and simply gave instructions: 'Write a comment to increase the number of views on this article and spread it on SNS'. In addition to this nasty writing, the majority are hired."

"Individual reporters or to make you think it was the newspaper's fault?

Ensign of the Army Intelligence Department turned a satisfying grin on the engineer Nayabri of the School of Weather Forecaster [Flying Swallow].

"There's that too. Another purpose is to bring the eyes of the world's Kirkulus community to the Republic of Artel."

What are you going to do with all this attention?

Somehow I felt I shouldn't ask, and the demon soldier Rubel looked up silently at Ensign Razootchik.