It's all one flower.

Even on Sundays, the city of government in the eastern district of Rufus, capital of the Artel Republic, is crowded. Because district offices and police stations liberate first-floor lobbies and basement cafeterias with pay phones.

Though March, the occasional northerly wind from Lake Lacus is still cold. Still, the queue waiting for the order of the payphones continues overflowing from the lobby to the outside.

There are many nearby restaurants that make them athletes to open. Coin parking is full everywhere. Trucks that deliver ingredients to restaurants also frequently go by.

... Payphone special needs...?

Roark was impressed by the strength of the common people who fell but did not happen for free.

"Well, I'm going to the police station"

"Please"

I've decided where to meet later.

Roark joined the district office queue and dropped off Klaustra's hindsight.

She is dressed like an adult in clerical style and has long dark hair tied up.

Today is also the example of a blue rose hair ornament. Seeing as any fit fits snugly, I guess it's a versatile excellent design. Thanks to you, no matter what face you turn into with the [makeup] necklace, I can tell it's her.

Earlier, at the base of the Miscellaneous Building, I gave half of the list of telephone numbers for the study school.

Roark splits the first half and Klaustra hangs the back half, but for this minute, it's certain it won't end in a day.

Observe the matrix.

Separated by coloured cones and ropes, guided by guards.

Artel's security company uniform has no spell or curse to protect itself. I have a stick hanging from my waist belt, but the only thing I can fight with such a thing is a small silver scaled wormfish.

... It's like saying if there are so many people here, please make it a target for terrorism.

Roark recalled and shivered at the tragic state of the second preliminary round of the presidential election.

The Nemoralis Grief Squad is replaced by the majority of its constituents, and few (mostly) Roark knows.

Those who still survive and continue to operate today have that much strength and a deep resentment and hatred for the Arthurians.

There are only three constituents of the ancient ginseng that Roark knows about: guard Oriole, old lady Silva, and a small spellmaker who doesn't know the name.

The leader Oriole is a magical warrior of the [plummeting eagle (eagle)] school and is a considerable force.

Those who do not fit his policy, even his companions take their lives mercilessly. So the girls have been helped, and as for Roark, it's complicated.

Silva provides the villa as a base and provides mainly backward support, including financial assistance, procurement of supplies, information gathering, care of the wounded and solicitation of guerrillas.

Even after a row of Roarks mobile distributors Praether Missa have escaped their strongholds, they continue to retaliate against Artel's Kirkrus by various means.

He gave the [sorcerer's tears] left by guerrillas to the theological student Ziolito to help avenge his cousin (cousin) Porchka.

It was the double-headed wolf possessed by the militant guerrilla Medsauce and Porchica who attacked the Lufus Light Mark Church.

Roark doesn't know if Silva is an old, everlasting race every year or a long-lived race that slowly grows old and lives on for hundreds of years. But when I was old and thought about the source of my willingness to show so much action, I felt horrible and sympathetic at the same time.

I wouldn't have felt this way if I hadn't touched a fragment of Medsource's memory then.

The spellmaker thought he could speak for himself, except for his intention to avenge the Arthurians.

As far as the track record of the [summons] used at Aquillo Base is concerned, the emergence of a wide variety of warcraft shortly after the series of bombings is probably due to his curse as well.

In the bombing of the chapel at the Rufus seminary, former military personnel and architectural experts were found to have added a new one.

... Even though the city and buildings of Artel have no [leap] exclusion at all, and you can terrorize them all you want.

The majority of the queues, divided by ropes and like ninety-nine folds, are company-style men dressed tightly in their backs. Women often wear some store uniform or apron with store name.

... the company is also on holiday? Is the business partner at work?

With all these people around, it's quiet in front of the district office. People who wait for the pay phone order spend time with newspapers and tablet devices that are nowhere to be connected without exchanging words with each other.

If there's anyone to talk to, we can gather some information from it, but this is good luck.

I have no choice but to observe how people are doing.

Women often work in supermarkets and restaurants. The woman lined up right in front of the loch opens the image folder and looks at the child's picture.

A few, but there were clerk-style women.

... Oh well. It's a long way from the residential area here, and you come all the way to the bureau to get the Warcraft out of school again, and they line up outside, you're scared and you can't do it.

There's not a single child in the queue. There are more men, too, because they are stronger than women, and at least if they are opponents of silver scaled wormfish, they will have a winning eye.

Some industries are not closed on Sundays, such as real estate related, but this long line of snakes did not seem like just one industry.

All male and female clerks dress similarly and do not know the industry from the outside.

At least, I'm sure it's during working hours.

It's only a little past 10am and it's far from lunch break.

It seems that the company has lined up on the pay phone for company use and the length of the waiting time has been woven in, and there is no one to expose the frustration (oh) within sight.

Each one brings something that will kill time and waits quietly. Only the instructions of the guards queuing struck my ear.

... The telephone clerk, I'm alone in one company, so is it quiet that I don't know him?

Some look suspiciously at the high school-style loke, but nothing was said.