It's all one flower.

Captain Solniak turned to the back of the police station by gesturing to show where he was going.

When Roark follows, the back road cannot be completely buried with rubble of total destruction.

"Survivors are not necessarily good people. Just in case, we'll check one building at a time."

The captain whispered with a small nod.

The police station, like the broadcaster, is almost safe with the building body, but not a single piece of windowsill. All the windows on the ground floor were fitted with iron lattices and could not be broken in.

The captain hid himself in a wall and peered inside through a broken window.

Roark also took a gentle peek.

The office is desolate with a blast, no sign of people, no cluttered demons.

The three of them sneaked their footsteps and peeked in the next room. Same here.

Check all the back rooms and break in through the access doors with the keys open.

Captain Solniak crouched down and checked the floor.

Awellana looks around and touches the wall to check the condition of the building.

Roark doesn't know what to look into. Couldn't take it, didn't see anything coming from the outside, paid attention outside the general mouth.

"... it doesn't look like anyone went through."

The captain groaned as he stood up.

In the hallway, pieces of glass and stripped mortar are scattered untouched. Ashes and coal descend on it, and the whole thing is dusty.

"At least nobody seems to have come in or out of the access door."

"The magic of the building seems to be still there."

And the people of the lake said, Hands off the wall.

Mortars and other structures have been peeled off, but structures such as walls, columns, and beams are protected by [nest suspension (cakez)] school technique and are safe, he said.

The captain kills the footsteps, lowers himself and heads to the back of the hallway.

The green-haired pharmacist (dull) indicated to wait for Roark with a hand gesture. Slightly, hands down, open for a moment and follow the captain.

Roark also continued with his nails ahead so as not to make any footsteps.

A leading captain stopped the two by hand without turning around. Crouch down again and check the floor.

Look around the left and right, and it's time to lift your hips.

Called in gesture, the two followed silently.

"There are signs of passing through the hallway."

"What? Is anybody there yet...?

Roark put the inquiry on the sweeping breath. The captain does not distract from the back of the hallway and shakes his head to the side.

"I don't know. But be careful."

The three polished their nerves and moved on.

As usual, the hallways are littered with debris and debris, but if you ask me, they did make some rounds, and I could see a path where glass and mortar fragments were shattered.

Soon after clearing the aisle, he seemed to rush in and out. The trail is often in front of the toilet, but it also leads to the office.

Now he's quiet, and even the three breath can be heard clearly.

I walked right in the front door and went out to the help desk.

It's in the same condition as the hallway here, but there's a garbage bag in the corner of the room.

Captain Solgnac approaches the garbage mountain and peeks into one with his mouth open. The contents are packages of preserved food, etc.

A policeman or a citizen must have spent some time here after the air raid.

It's deserted now.

The paper affixed to the counter on the front swings in the wind. I was running and writing on A3 size copy paper with greasy magic.

◆ Announcements ◆

Cities along the Kublum Mountains were devastated by air raids.

No shelter will be opened near here to ensure safety and to consolidate support.

Please evacuate to the north.

As of February 4, the nearest refuge is the city of Kiparis.

Please check the radio for the latest information and evacuate immediately.

◆ Seljebro Police Department, Zerneau City ◆

The second half of the two lines were highlighted by pulling the red line.

"Well, then, is there no one left around here..."

"... there may be a delay in our escape."

When Roark heard terribly, Captain Solniak entered the counter and replied.

Pick up the phone that rolled on the floor and put it in the chair. Reset the receiver, take it, and silently press it against your ear for a few seconds.

Roark and Awellana watched with a sip of spit.

"... not connected anywhere"

The captain sighed (sighs) and placed the receiver.

Even during power outages, analog phones can be used if the telephone lines are alive.

"Well, the line itself, it's gone."

"How were you contacted during the civil war?

Awellana answered Roark's question for a moment, stuck in words, but with a quiet voice.

"We were in touch with the magic of [Far Tale]"

"What kind of technique is that?

"You divide the spell and the marked board into four equal parts, and you hang magic on its broken board. The potency is ten days. Anyone with that board can talk to each other even if they're far away."

Awellana continued her explanations with regret.

Ink can be anything, but only yarn cedar is the type of board that writes spells. [Knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] In the art of school, she did not know the spell, a [thinking owl] school pharmacist (dull).

Pharmacists of the people of the lake bow down.

"Sorry, I can't help you..."

"No, no. Such a cot... I'm more useless..."

Captain Solgnac came out here in a hurry, laughing.

"In such a procedure, which way (Michi) is not a substitute for a phone call?"

I can't contact the local bureau that's safe.

... no officers or bureaucrats. I can't even get in touch. That's a waste of time.

At least until the day after the air raid, there were citizens here.

Food wouldn't have stayed like a broadcaster's dining room.