It's all one flower.

"Both of you, are you shopping?

"Oh, I almost forgot."

When Skinum in the counter heard, Materialist Putnik gripped the pencil. The order form for the spell is still white.

Carrier Fiarluca drinks tea in graceful motion.

"I collect information"

Skinum nodded and walked into the back working room holding your bag.

The spell store suddenly quiets down, and Putnik, a magical warrior standing up, only sounds like running a pencil on a spell order slip.

When Roark brewed the tea replacement, Fiarluca pointed at the tablet terminal.

This is a photograph of a paper taken from the Artel edition of the Starlight Newspaper.

Voting forms for the second preliminary presidential race were brought to the bureau, etc. where ballots are accepted before the due date. The truck for the delivery was allegedly escorted by the Artel Army's Special Operations Group against Warcraft.

This is the first unusual measure implemented since the secessionary independence of the Republic of Artel.

In parallel, delivery of election notices to voters will also proceed.

Usually it's just an election notice with a URL dedicated to electronic voting and a voter registration number printed, but this time there's no such thing as a communication interruption going on.

It contains not only an election notice with the voter's address name and date of birth, but also a paper explanatory note for the same and pre-due ballots, a map of the polling stations and a thick envelope.

I somehow figured out why the voting day slipped in for a month.

... It's pretty hard to just print it, fold it, pack it in an envelope, and paste it.

"Warcraft extermination has progressed to increase safety on the go," the article closed with information urging votes.

I don't know who wiped it out, not a single letter.

Normally, you would mistakenly assume that "special forces of the Artel government forces exterminated" from the first half of the stream.

After half a century of civil unrest, the Artel Republic became independent of the Republic of Lacus Lacrimalis, a two-wheeled country.

After defining Kirkulusism as a national religion and becoming a nation of scientific civilization, wizards are thoroughly eliminated.

The government forced the remaining lake people and powerful land people in the Artel region to migrate to Lanterna Island. The inhabitants of the Autonomous Region of Lanterna do not have any right to participate in politics.

Roark took his gaze off the screen.

"This, exterminators..."

"I'm busy, so you don't read mainland newspapers, do you?

... you shouldn't know.

They have no involvement whatsoever in policy decisions and state operations in the Artel Republic.

But Kirkurs, who eliminate them and don't even acknowledge their existence, go to dangerous jobs where their lives are at stake to keep the elections safe.

Besides, it was decided that Cha (aka) had not even worked in articles such as those exterminated by special forces of the government forces.

"... if I were you, I wouldn't be able to do this ridiculously"

"For that matter, isn't it an oily job in terms of money?

"Even though it's a job that buys you dignity?

"If we want them, we don't need them, do we?

Roark recalled the faces of the exterminators coming to this store to buy a spell, but they had no idea what they could think and put their lives on such a job.

"Is that all the articles are about?

"It just doesn't seem like anything else matters. Do you have an article you want to read?

"Weren't you listed as likely to understand the movement of the Nemoralis Grief Squad?

"For example?"

"Hey, isn't that just the star sign?"

Putnik stopped writing the order slip and looked at the two alternately.

Roark wonders if he should teach and sends his gaze to Fiarlka.

"Right. The Nemoralis Grief Squad is a chapel bombing at the Rufus seminary, and before that, stealing weapons from bases everywhere, raiding Aquillo bases on the Langoust Peninsula and unleashing warcraft... well, that's a lot of stuff."

"So now there's a warcraft in the city, and it's their fault?

"I don't know. Because there's no such thing as a statement of guilt."

Roark hissed at the chillness of Fiarlka's voice. I can't say I joined that Aquillo base raid operation on a boulder, helped unleash a warcraft, etc.

"If those are the ones who bracketed the Warcraft on the roof of the building, it would be nasty to hunt too much"

Putnik says even if the opponent is a terrorist, he is not willing to fight humans.

Every year, he is a warring magic warrior who can hunt and survive warcraft in the Lake West region. The combat capability itself would be much better than the Nemoralis Grief Squad of the U.N. crowd.

Even if you say magic warrior in one bite, guard Oriole is still young as he looks. There is too much difference in experience to compare with Putnik, who has been fighting since the time of the old kingdom.

... but Mr. Oriole is used to killing people.

If it's a Nemoralis Grief Squad operation, even if it's a wizard, those who interrupt may see it as an enemy and attack it.

With their offense, it's subtle if they can break through this [armor] defense, but Roark didn't want the two to fight.

Materialist Putnik bites and crushes bitter bugs.

"The exterminators didn't get their hands on the roof, did they too..."

"I don't know how many requests I've received, so I don't know"

Voices fly from the haulier Fiarluca to the instant answer Roark.

"Do you mind if I ask you something?

Copy that.

"Mister, do you know what the Nemoralis army is doing?

When Putnik turned around, Fiarlka even replied.

"We were hit hard by an air raid, and we can't seem to get around to counteracting demons and warcraft in the country, so we can't afford to attack the mainland of Artel."

"Right. I don't want to fight humans as much as possible. If the Nemoralis are traveling, why don't you tell me?

I'll leave you a message.

"Helpful... just ask me if I can just buy this for today's bring in"

Roark received the order form for the spell and pulled it into the work room.