It's all one flower.

"Recently, even in the territory of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, demons and warcraft have been activated," he said.

"Oh my..."

Sneg spread the paper over the table. The contents of the large envelope are recent situations summarized by supporters. Items are bulleted in large letters and outlines.

The southern half of the island of Negna is the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

Snegg showed the attached graph, saying that the ridges of the Kublum Mountains are a natural border, but do not constitute a barrier for demons and warcraft, which has increased visibly since the air raids. The final data is for June.

"The Lesalube Old Road, for example, should become a juncture, but it can no longer be maintained, and it can be broken."

"Hmm... it's brittle."

Even Lacueus, who lacks the knowledge of witchcraft, understands easily why it is broken.

An air raid by the Artel Lanista coalition forces resulted in the loss of maintenance manpower. The demon who ate the body must have gained strength and broken into Lacrimalis territory in search of more magic.

Even on the lake, they had more warcraft about the other day's frigate.

The majority were defeated by the Nemoralis Army, but the leaked objects would have escaped into Lacrimalis territory as well.

"I would like to keep this to myself, as there are press regulations in place..."

Snegg lurked his voice and embarked himself on the table. Alone in his home, Lacueus also embarks on himself, ears to his snowy head.

"Morst City defensemen were attacked by a group of warcraft and wiped out."

Laqueus opened his eyes without a voice.

That's not very good news for an old heart. The Kingdom of Lacrimalis can be described as an almost magical civilized country. All military men are magic warriors, and each of them should have the power to fight demons and warcraft.

... Why?

It's a strange story, even if the talent lost in half a century of civil unrest has not yet recovered.

In the Artel army of Kirkulus subjects, we cannot counter monsters without entities, but the Lacrimalis army is not. The way we fought since the time of the old kingdom has taken over, and if you are dealing with demons and warcraft, you must know witchcraft and tactics, whether you defend them or attack them.

Snegg was further silenced when he could not even speak out his doubts.

"We asked for backup from other units, but they were attacked by another group, had to ask for reinforcements, and by the time they managed to retreat, the Maust City troops were wiped out, and the rescue units were devastated," he said.

"So are the citizens of Maust...?

"No, we call it the 'city' because of the remnants of the past, but even after the bridge was rebuilt, very few (mostly) people returned, which is essentially the size of the village."

"Oh my God... did that happen"

Laqueus felt prosperous before half a century of civil unrest and his chest ached.

Thanks to the North Vietofi Bridge, the city of Mausto was a bustling place for traffic connecting Nenia with Lanterna and the mainland of the continent. Cultural and academic exchanges were also flourishing, and in his youth, when Lacueus was known as Halpator, he took to many concerts as part of the Lacus Lacrimalis Symphony Orchestra without Now.

The clean, tidy city was colored with ingenious signs, and the people on the road were dressed in dirty clothes and walking (cuddly) along cobblestone paths. Intellectuals had an argument there in the city, and amateur performers were showing off their skills.

Inside the city walls were protected by magic, and not a single one was frightened by the raids of demons and warcraft.

Sneg is also an old man, but slightly younger than Laqueus, not old enough to remember the time. Describe the current situation lightly.

"Yes, it's also a vicious circle where people don't get together because there are few people and they don't make any money, and because it's inconvenient, they're almost empty."

There are a few troop opponents' stores, but they all go by from other cities, open only during the day, and say they'll be home in the evening. I also told him about it from the store.

Watching the Warcraft break through the fence, he fled prematurely and [jumped], and after returning after three days, he said it was a big deal.

"There are press regulations, but you can't put a door in a person's mouth. They have pictures on the Internet to back it up."

"Huh? Is that okay?

"Good or bad, you're right now."

I can't stand a door in a person's mouth. For old-fashioned reviews, even if [leap] is used, the scope and impact of propagation is limited, but it instantly spreads to the rest of the world on the Internet. I couldn't imagine what the impact would be on Lacueus.

"Supporter liaisons are better able to make contact with photographer-like figures on Lanterna Island," he said.

"Huh? Is that true?

"Instead, he pointed at the water, but he was wary and was caught off guard. His feeling is, first of all, there's no doubt about it."

"Do you even know what the internet is like?

Sneg shook his head small to the side.

"How about that far to the boulder? From the circumstantial evidence, they gave us an idea that it would be. against the information that the person has released to the SNS."

"Why are you here?

"He said the truck he was riding was chased by a warcraft and fled to Mosto City for help"

The defense team at the North Vieetfi Bridge fought the Warcraft by letting the truck escape to the bridge, but it was defeated. The battle broke the iron door of the bridge and prevented it from opening, he said, releasing photographs of destroyed doors and other means to return to the island of Negna.

"Isn't there an exam on the island side of Lanterna?

Laqueus never doubted that statement. To that, Sneg also tilts his neck.

"Come on? But, in fact, the liaison guy said he made contact with someone like that."

"Where on Lanterna Island?

"They say it's a safe house for militant guerrillas. Now there's just a voicemail curse doctor, isn't that nice?

"Hmmm... I wouldn't go to a wake out of town on a boulder..."

... You're a plague god. No, it's not like it was a wack that offended them.

There was no power to fight the defenceless people, and there was just not enough power to protect them even before they asked for help. Now, I can't even dream about the total extermination of the troops of the Lacrimaris Army.