It's all one flower.

In the end, as Captain Solniak said, the day ended with cleaning up the arsenal. Roark clapped out, but inside, he's horrified.

... I guess if I learned how to fight in earnest, I'd be forced to participate in an operation to raid the base.

I wanted to avenge the Viyunoks, but when the opportunity was realistically placed within my reach, I butted in.

Today, the unpleasant weight of the cleaned up grenade, the cold presence of the bullet, and the sloppy response of the bulletproof vest are still on my arm.

If the hit is bad, even a single bullet will kill people.

How many lives can that massive amount of ammunition wipe out? Even non-lethal stun grenades can make Artel army soldiers inactive and buy militant guerrillas time to cast spells.

Automatic small guns, assault rifles and pistols arranged unwrought on the desk. On that day of terror, the terrorists of the Star Way Brave Army, based in the house of Rourke and rested, had the same thing.

The terrorists of the Star Road Prostitute Army were celebrating by gladly saying that they had burned down the city of Zerneau and killed a large number of its citizens. Roark's mother entertained them with wine and dishes, and his grandfather and father were eager to listen to them.

... me, triggering the human opponent... can you pull it off?

I'm stuck in the muzzle of a machine gun placed in the middle of the room. Little Morph, younger than Roark, said as a boy soldier in the Star Road Prostitute Army, he kept shooting machine guns the same type as this until the bullet ran out on the truck's carrier.

What kind of training will allow you to point a gun at a human? To Roark, I have no idea.

To the pale explanation of Juvenile Soldier Morph, Roark could no longer say anything. I let a little boy like junior high make the choice to pull the trigger. Even if the Nemoralis government had adopted a policy of abandonment for residents of the Listwar Autonomous Region, if the Roarks and other Hidden Kirkrus living outside the Autonomous Region had provided more support, they would not have had to do so.

Roark was sorry to hear the boy soldier Morph not stare and explain the type, use, and compatibility of the bullet. Leno storekeeper nods, eagerly taking notes.

"Well, what's not compatible is you should put it in a different box."

To manager Leno's suggestion, Juvenile Soldier Morph nodded a little thinking. In fact, Roark didn't say anything because he didn't know what to do when using it. Captain Solgnac won't say anything, so I guess it doesn't matter, as manager Leno suggested.

... Store Manager, are you seriously going to fight the Artel Army...?

In the evening, Captain Solgnac and Juvenile Soldier Morph, manager Leno and Roark returned to the stronghold of Lanterna Island, having [jumped] to the crew of the funeral home Agoni and two artisans, the militant guerrilla.

"See you tomorrow"

Cleve returns to the abandoned stronghold of Nenia Island. Weaponsmiths and spellmakers waved at the marks of Cleve's [jumping] spell again and disappearing.

"Aren't you two going home?

When manager Leno asked, the two smiled bitterly.

"Don't look at me like that. I told you yesterday. I don't feel comfortable with them."

"For that matter, I brought food, and I have extra room. Let us do this on our own."

The two artisans just opened the door and entered the villa.

In the power of the Roarks, we cannot forcefully drive them out of the Wizards. I can't do it morally.

I spent the day with him and got the feeling that the two of them weren't as rough as militant guerrillas. The two chilling artisans don't feel scared like the belligerent militant guerrillas, but they feel another scare. Roark didn't know what it was and didn't want to get involved with the two as much as possible.

The funeral parlor Agoni shook his shoulder and urged him inside. The eggplant and tomatoes in the vegetable fields were coloured and grown in fruit.

"My brother. Ahhh!

When I opened the door, Leno's little sister popped up. A little late, my big sister rushes over too. The store manager and friendly employees Cruillo and Amana's siblings also came out.

The bakery sisters are disappointed in the manager of Leno and rejoice in his brother's safety without words. The Cruillos also welcomed the manager of Leno with a crying face.

"This, medicinal herbs and nuts"

Manager Leno asked him to raise his swollen handbag. The funeral parlor Agoni, along with the militant guerrillas, picked it up in the woods on the hem of the Kublum Mountains. He helps with a gentle lie that tells his sisters to worry, and the funeral parlor is wiping his mouth.

I suppose they know it thinly too, but they were tolerated by the gentleness of their brother in the pretense of deceit.

At dinner came the roasted meat of wild rabbits caught by Agoni. For what it's worth, the craftsmen surround the table together.

"Thanks to the captains today, the room is amazing cleaned up, thanks to you. Not much of this, but all of us."

In the tea after the meal, the spellmaker served dried apricots on a large plate. There seems to be two or three of them. Manager Leno, who helped clean it up, says thank you, bewildered.

"You don't trust me. It's poisonous. It's not in there. Whatever we do with you, we're not gonna get anything, are we?

The arms maker, throwing one into his mouth, laughed and showed it to the girls with suspicious eyes.

Juvenile soldier Morph cheeks the dried apricot without hesitation. The girls finally reached out and twisted small when they saw it.

"How was it this way today?

Manager Leno asked, turning his gaze in turn to the spelldoctor Septentorio, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, the wizard's employee Cruillo and the needle Amiella.