It's all one flower.

The winter sky is clear, and yesterday's storm seems to be a lie.

Roark grabs the talisman and walks the path he should have known better.

It was raided by air, and there is no shadow to see.

Some buildings had completely collapsed, while others, like broadcasters, retained their original form. There are countless miscellaneous demons in places where the sun does not shine.

The roads were buried in rubble and few parts of the asphalt were visible.

Northwest of the broadcaster, head to the city centre of Zerneau.

Look at the state of city hall and seek protection if any officials of the bureau or army are present. If it's deserted, we're looking for a bridge that could cross.

Roark is not alone.

He will also be accompanied by Awellana, the pharmacist of the people of the lake, and Captain Solniak of the Star's Way Brave Army.

Magic and force.

Roark didn't have either of those.

Now Roark is here because we have a land survey.

I was surprised to say that Awellana, a citizen of Zerneau, had never been to City Hall, but I reconsidered that it might be something like that, if it was enough in District Hall.

Straight down this road and you'll hit the Niefriet River.

In front of it is the City Hall of Zerneau, as well as the Seljebro District Hall, the District Library, the Police Department and the Fire Department.

If you can't keep going straight and cross the bridge in front of City Hall, just look for a safe bridge along the river. I didn't feel like I needed directions, but Captain Solniak named me, and I accidentally agreed.

The three of us go down the road through an abandoned city.

The captain and the pharmacist (dull) walked a little behind Rourke.

All three hang shopping bags on their shoulders.

The two men of the powerless people hold copper tubes for protection, but the witch Awellana is bare hands.

I put everyone's water bottle in Roark's bag. At the very least, I wanted to be as useful as a luggage holder.

It takes longer than I thought to get over the rubble, not to say just walk down the road.

The other day, there was a lot of wood in the residential neighborhood I went through and less debris left to burn.

The office district has many stone and reinforced concrete buildings. There were several places blocked in the collapsed building.

I can't get through the truck like this.

... Without a heavy machine, only the magic of the two of us can count on it?

When we crossed from the district of Jerizo to the district of Seljebro, Awellana and Cruillo worked together to bridge the water to the Njefrite Canal.

Just a little time for everyone to cross, just to support the water, they got tired out.

The magic of the two of us alone won't be able to move all the big debris.

The powerless people must also work hard by hand.

Will we manage before the food runs out?

In the meantime, it's not necessarily without another air raid. A demon may attack you.

If you struggle through the road, but you don't have a single bridge you can cross, you have to leave the truck.

Either way, it sinks.

"I think the library has the technique of [fire resistance]."

Awellana said.

"Well, then, someone might have evacuated during the air raid and still be there."

"Right. If nobody's here, and the library's safe, can I come in for a second?

When Roark responded, Awellana asked the two of them.

... Isn't it wacky looking for survivors?

Roark asked concerned.

The green-haired witch answers concisely.

"If the magic book is safe, I want to write down the spell and go."

"Is there a magic book in the library?

"Yep. The university has magic books for its specialties, but the local library also had magic books for [spiritual doves]."

Captain Sornyak, a Kirkrussian, does not pinch his mouth in the taking of the two.

Roark has never had any interest in witchcraft.

Even if the self of the powerless people reads, there is nothing they can do about it.

Besides, if my family finds out I've read a book like that, I don't know what they'll see. I was even afraid to take an interest in witchcraft.

"When gravity control techniques are available, I think we will be able to clean up the debris..."

"Gravity control?

"Lighten up the heavy stuff and even the girls will be able to move it easily."

"Do you have such handy magic?"

Roark was surprised.

There is a difference between what magic can and can't do.

My life would have been more miserable without Awellana and Cruello. No, in the first place, I didn't survive.

Again, I am reminded of the difference between the presence or absence of magic and I lose my words.

Roark spyed on Captain Solniak.

As always, there is no particular response. I don't agree, but I didn't disagree.

Awellana prompted Roark to start walking.

"I need to go and see if the library is safe."

"Right. Let's hurry."

The three people who arrived in the government district were surprised. I don't have a voice.

... the road is clear.

There are more safe buildings than the office district.

Windows, doors, etc. blew up with a blast, but the [reinforcement] and [exorcism] of the building body seems to still be in effect. I couldn't see a cluttered demon or anything inside.

Some buildings have completely collapsed, but the debris on the road is clearly after it has been removed at the hands of people.

Asphalt holes worn by air raids are filled with reuse of debris.

A peek down the side road revealed untouched debris. First aid was provided only on the main road through the government district.

The roads are more beautiful in the northwest direction than in front of the police station, and more so the southeast part remains buried in rubble.

There is no appearance of a person within sight, and the sound of a shoe creaks into a quiet city.

The three proceeded with caution and caution.