It's all one flower.

The command headquarters of the Nemoralis Army became noisy when Demon-mounted soldier Rubel reported the discovery of traces of demonic asthma cannons.

An army executive is convened and a meeting is held between the magical eyes from the outside and the covert debates that block the ears. His partner Mulak was given a break in a separate room, and only Rubel was allowed through during the secret discussion.

In a room with no windows, Demon Costume Soldier Rubel talks as he sees the situation with the art of [Sovereignty]. Officers, sergeants and staff members listened carefully to Rubel's report, which was only a few years old after graduating from the military school, and repeated their questions.

The conclusions reached at the reporting meeting, which lasted more than two hours, settled on the concise "The Devil's Asthma Cannon is in the territory of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis", the same as Rubel's response.

"We have to retrieve the body of the asthma cannon without the other side noticing it... you really couldn't find it, could you?

The Army colonel speaks of confirmation that he doesn't know how many times already. Rubel repeated the same answer, adding the question.

"We don't have enough leads on the search. Please tell me how fast the demon asthma cannon travels and the nature of the magic that releases it."

Army executives filling in the midst of the clandestine discussions uniformly created a tannic surface. In heavy silence, the demon soldier Rubel waits without breaking his upright immobility posture. Among the executives in military uniform, Rubel, wrapped in magical armor disguised as a civilian warcraft exterminator, was terribly out of place.

Demon-mounted soldier Rubel saw a demon asthma cannon on a defensive ship deployed off the western coast of Nemolaris Island at a super distance [enemy] from the flagship off Nemolaris Island.

Reminds me of what happened when I intercepted a fighter on the orders of an operator.

Shaped like an umbrella turned upside down, the demon asthma cannon harbored magic in its center and emitted it in exchange for a single light. Whether the light was pulled by the surrounding magic, it expanded conically in the air, swallowing and exploding a whole formation of scattered Artel military aircraft.

The trajectory of the released magic was like a solo.

When he defeated the giant Warcraft of Masrina City, because of its close proximity, the magic did not spread to the solo type, but with a thin light on the axis of solo, pierced a single scratch worn by the demon soldiers to the Warcraft.

"Okay. Let me tell you."

But there's no point in saying anything else.

Instructed with his eyes by the generals, one of the staff took a seat and placed his hand on Rubel's successful shoulder. Connect the other hand with Rubel's hand and hang the [constraint] technique of the [crossing swan] school.

... Anyway, if this is how you can't say it, I wish you'd tell me everything from the beginning.

I have not been informed of how much information the other sentries ordered to search have been given.

Too much to know, after the demon asthma cannon was recovered, there were also concerns that it would be terminated. Even if the technique of [Constraint] forbids the spontaneous leakage of information about Rubel, if Rubel's figure is in the hands of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis and the investigative bodies of the United Nations, it is all exposed under the daylight with a magical mirror [a candlestick (but not a candlestick)] that reflects past events.

... It sucks to know too much, but I don't think I'll find it unless I do.

Only matters that are in the hands of other countries must be avoided at all costs.

... when I became a soldier, it was like I gave up my life. What now...

The [constraint] technique of the staff was completed and struck by the feeling of being shackled (shackled) around his neck. Of course (of course) it is not visible. A naval general aide of the people of the lake opened his heavy mouth and began explaining the abilities of the demonic asthma cannon.

By the end of the detailed description of the Admiral's replacement, the door during the secret discussion was slammed hard.

Speaking from the inside doesn't reach the visitor. An Army colonel sitting in the last seat solved the technique of [keys] with a euphemism, opened the door narrowly and went out into the hallway.

Everyone in the room shuts their mouths tightly and clears their ears for hallway pickup.

"The ambassador to La Crimalis told me to deliver it to the general as soon as possible!

"Thank you. I'll make sure to give it to you. Back off."

"Ha!

The Army colonel returned indoors waiting for the conductor to walk away and re-hang the [key] technique.

A large, tightly sealed envelope is in the hands of the general. The eyes of the undressed general were wide open. Quickly look around and keep abreast of the contents of the writing. The wrinkles between the eyebrows deepen and there is sweat on my forehead. The general's eyes crossed the same spot twice, three times.

Those who stayed among the secrets waited for the word of the general, holding their breath.

The general closed his green eyes tightly, exhaling loudly and calling.

"Sentinel... did you say Rubel..."

"Ha!

Rubel saluted and approached the general of the people of the lake. Leave a few steps in the upper seat and stop. The general invited further. Salute again and stand beside the General.

"Ahhh...!

"The other end of the road you say you saw, is here for sure?

I was questioned by the general, but I have no words. They ask the same thing on top of each other and snort hard.

"... this... any pictures?

My jaw is tense and my voice is blurred. The general turned his attention to Rubel and returned the question.

"Do you know what the Internet is?

"I've heard of it. It's the latest communication technology in a civilized country that's becoming mainstream, isn't it?

"That's right. Letters, audio, photos, video, and more can be instantly transmitted to the rest of the world."

"No way, this picture..."

"Someone photographed it and released it on the Internet."

The general turned the photo over to the adjoining sailor general. A trembling hand lifts it high. The other executives I noted were breathtaking. A demonic asthma cannon confronting a bull of fire is clearly captured on a road through the forest of Tuman.

The general took the annex and read out the text, which had been published with the photograph.

The writer, a Nemoralist war refugee, apparently encountered while traveling in a truck. Hunted by the bull of fire, he fled into the city of Maust and asked the army of Lacrimalis for help.

Instantly from the faces of the army executives, the blood caught my attention.

The General suppresses the tremors in his voice and reads on.

According to that, the only person who followed the truck was the bull of fire. The North Vieetfi Bridge Guard of the Lacrimaris Army forced a struggle on a giant fire bull to let the truck escape on the bridge, a certain.

He also joined a group of different warcraft who smelled blood, and the defense team was devastated. The support unit destroyed the Warcraft, but the bridge equipment broke and the truck could not return.

"What happened to the demon asthma cannon after that?

"I don't know. It looks like this truck is still on the island of Lanterna, Artel territory."

The release date was almost two months ago. Close to the city, too.

Nemoralis army executives began the debate as if they had forgotten Rubel's existence.