It's all one flower.

Around that time, another unit of terrorists that went upstairs in the civil hospital had been wiped out.

Older clerks and pharmacists (dullness) interrupted treatment and turned to attack.

Apply the art of [spiritual dove] school to fight for use in daily chores, etc. [Fucking water] starts the water, fills the inside of the gun with water, and prevents it from firing. Pours water into the enemy's lungs and causes them to drown.

Originally used for dishwashing, cleaning, etc.

It was a method of warfare conceived by [Flying Eagle (Taka)] scholars and worn by many militiamen during half a century of civil unrest, using all things as a weapon to fight.

Under the command of an elderly clerk, inmates, refugees and hospital staff responded and exterminated (at best) the terrorists who raided the hospital.

Even the first shooting took less time to reverse the situation.

An experienced man who fought in half a century of civil unrest fights back under the command of a military clerk.

When the pharmacist drained water from the body through the [manipulative water] procedure, the patient and the evacuee imitated it.

Blasphemy to the dead, but now, if we do nothing to mourn the death of our fellow human beings, we will join the dead.

In the smell of blood, the evacuees build walls with water drained from the dead, and they pack the guns to prevent them.

Servicemen watered the terrorists' lungs.

Military clerks and pharmacists look around the hospital room using water as a shield. Confirming the annihilation of the troops who had gone upstairs, the two relieved themselves first.

All the bodies of the terrorists were wrapped around an armband depicting the Holy Mark of Kirkulus, "The Way of the Stars". Flush it with water and collect it in the corner of the hallway to distinguish it from the rest.

On the ground floor, a surgical curse doctor and a man from the lake people who named him a "funeral parlor" were hunting down a group of terrorists in the office. If we don't get reinforcements from the Star Way Prostitute Army, we'll have a piece on it by now.

"The Lord's Eye Difference of Dark Illuminating Night Lights Now"

The clerk dotted the [light] with surgery.

A light as soft as moonlight illuminates the out-of-power hospital. It also shoots fire light through the windows, but it's dark except by the windows.

The face illuminated by magic lights and floating in darkness has a dark colour of fatigue.

The retirement clerk, along with the pharmacist (dull), guided the survivors downstairs.

Miscellaneous demons with no fixed form roar innumerably in darkness.

The damage to the building caused the loss of the bond applied to the walls and so on. Physically, I don't know when it will collapse.

The survivors support each other down the stairs, whispering a [exorcism] spell.

Miscellaneous demons who fell within the scope of the effect of Ha La technique retreated into darkness.

Anger, hatred, sadness, resentment, death...

Miscellaneous demons prefer to fill the hospital with filth.

Awellana picked up the bag and left the hospital room with the thought of getting her hair pulled back.

... Father, I'm sorry. The promise is, I'll keep it as long as I can...... Goodbye.

It's not sneaky to leave my father's body here, but there's nothing I can do.

My father called Awellana's real name at the end of the day and told me to live long enough for everyone.

In the countries of magical civilization, we do not have the habit of naming our true names and also calling them.

My real name is directly connected to my soul. For if we call our true names in magic cages, and order them in powerful words, then magical compulsion will work, and we can rule over them.

To resist domination, we compare our powers with each other's magical and spiritual powers.

The safest thing is that they don't know your real name.

For this reason, in a magical civilized country, I do not teach my real name except to my real parents, my brothers and sisters, and my husband and wife.

Aside from the real name, prepare a nomenclature to be used for everyday use.

Depending on family policy, not even brothers and sisters are taught their true names.

The old father dared to call Awellana's true name "Bivieraya Oleyhovka Lisnoy Allef" to make a will.

The words of the will were not "powerful words" that controlled magic, but the Hunan language routinely used in the region, but Bijeraya Oleyhovka Lisnoy Allef shook his heart at his father's strong wishes.

Many days after admission, the old father did not respond at all to family calls.

The father, at the end of the day, with the same eyes as the old days, saw Vieiraya Oleyhovka Lisnoy Allef, and uttered words.

In this situation, I don't know how long I can keep my promise to my father.

No one knew if I could see the sun tomorrow morning.

... Father.

Awellana remembered yesterday the side of her father who was staring down at the sunset. What happened ahead of that gaze?

I can't afford to immerse myself in such sentiments right now.

We must survive at all costs to keep our promise to our father.

This hospital still has scratch medicine material.

We needed to make a little more medication, treat the injured who could be watchful and ready to fight, and secure manpower.

Flames and black smoke scorching the night sky.

A group of survivors successively fleeing the coastal districts of the lake.

Awellana was turned against reality even if she didn't like it.