It's all one flower.

The demon soldier Rubel was finally freed from the clandestine discussions.

The sky, visible through the hallway window, is completely sunset and the stars are blinking. Faces attending the meeting discussed the measures without lunch. Other than the report, Rubel, who had no say, was not released, and he spent his time in a chair placed in the corner of the room with a small body, sipping a little water.

"You have to work harder now."

A general of the people of the lake lays his hand on the shoulder of a redhead rubel in affection and invites him to the cafeteria for executives. I was sick of being detained all day today, but I didn't show it to my face, and I followed.

The meal in the Tuman Forest, alone with my partner Mulak, was a preserved food and grass and nuts picked around it. Now he is seated at the same table as the general, in front of a sumptuous meat dish.

"As I said earlier, you have a special appointment starting tomorrow. This is a farewell. Don't hesitate, keep doing it."

"I'm afraid so."

The meal across the street from the general was uncomfortable, but there was no reason to leave it behind, and Rubel carried a thick chunk of sheepmeat to his mouth in an attempt to finish it quickly. A general of the people of the lake praises his eating, narrowing his eyes.

"It's quite full of food. Young people have to be like this.... Sorry I forgot my lunch."

"No...... not at all. Sometimes it's not a place to eat during an operation..."

Rubel got a little embarrassed and slowed down the meal.

The other executives surround another table and are thrilled with stories that are unobstructed even if someone asks.

This general took office after half a century of civil unrest.

There are rumours that he is a distant relative of the earlier General Unuk Elhaia, but he is not so sure as to be true or false. Beneath his dark green hair are tough faces from his late forties to early fifties or so, but he is a long-lived race. The age around five hundred years and the years spent were equal to one history book, for Rubel in his twenties.

The general finished simmering the vegetables and spilled them pounding.

"At last, I thought I was at peace..."

Rubel doesn't know half a century of civil unrest. It was born after the recovery of the destroyed infrastructure was almost complete and in the period of reconstruction. I didn't expect it to be another war, but even if humans live in peace with each other, demons and warcraft don't. There was no change in the fact that the military's mandate was dangerous.

Rubel, the demon soldier, regarded the general's grunt as solitary and decided not to listen.

"I'm sorry. This is what happened."

"What...?

On the face of the General, engraved with deep wrinkles, was a shadow of sorrow. Rubel stops the hand of the meal and looks for words. The general eased his expression and urged him to continue his meal.

"It's an old fool. Listen to me as a public tale."

Rubel nodded small and continued his meal.

Braised summer vegetables and thickly chopped lamb with grilled eyes of nets, fluffy white bread.

Starting tomorrow, again, with my partner Mulak, the food will almost be locally sourced in the Tuman Forest. The general makes Rubel listen to himself pompous as he switches his mind to eat up.

"When this war is over, we have to develop the Internet in our country."

In the Lacus Hunan region, wired telephone lines are not popular outside of some cities, hampered by warcraft and demons. The supply of electricity is inadequate and unstable for the same reason.

But the kingdom of Lacrimalis, which marks a magical civilized country, has rapidly made its way across the Internet's communications network over the last decade alone. At first, depending on the need for pilgrims to the Holy Land, what was only the King's capital, Lacrimaris, twitched for tourists on pilgrimage, and it seems more difficult to find a city that is now unconnected.

"But... even the southern half of Nenia has demons and warcraft..."

When Rubel accidentally pinched his mouth, the general nodded heavily.

"They say it's wireless communication. Base stations and relay facilities bribe electricity with solar or home-generated electricity, and they're all independent."

"Oh, then, it's okay to have a demonic nest in between"

When laying cables on physical lines, military, civilian exterminators, and security companies must work together to protect workers.

Cables installed at the stake of life were also regarded as "territorial vandalism" by demons and warcraft, with piles of problems prior to maintenance, such as the defeat of steel towers and the eating of a thousand cables. Even to put [exorcism] and so on, the supply of magic didn't chase me at all to get me to the great cable in a secluded place.

With a large cable leading directly below the ancient road of Lesalub, the eastern and western cities of Nenia were connected by telephone, but the island's northern shore region was isolated.

At the lake, with the patronage of the goddess Panisea Uni Flora, there are fewer demons and warcraft than in the forest area, so it is easy to supply magic to [exorcism] and maintain cables. After the civil war, the cable that led to the bottom of the lake connected the islands of Nemoralis to Nenia and the main island of the Funaris archipelago, and the northern shore region of Nenia also became connected by telephone.

"We have to do whatever it takes to spread it at the same time as we rebuild."

"Not just Lacrimaris, but everyone else uses it, too, right?

"That's right. In the last thirty years, our country has completely fallen behind. It's like losing an intelligence war already."

"What... no... that's..."

Rubel looked around unexpectedly. You didn't hear the general, the executives and the staff at the service don't react.

Earlier, during a secret discussion, I had just heard that Artel was releasing more than one detective with a landscape. It was only because of a prior grasp of the trend of the Artel army that we had the time to persuade the Nainian principals and collect sacrifices. We were able to prevent that big air raid because we got the information.

Not knowing what to say to the general's bold remarks, the demon soldier Rubel silently gazed at the general of the people of the lake and waited for the next word.

"Sounds like you're falling for it.... Rubel, our enemies are not the Artel in front of us now, but the world"

The General's sarcastic grin made Rubel a demonic soldier. The hands and thoughts of the meal stop and stare seriously at the face of the people of the lake at the front. The general turned off his grin and looked back at the red-haired young man.

"From now on, the military academy... no, the education of the whole people must also be changed"

Don't know what to say, Rubel waited silently. I don't even know what to ask.

"In countries where the Internet's communications network has gone, everyone has access to massive amounts of information and can also disseminate massive amounts of information to the rest of the world"

"Anyone......?

"That's right. Little kids, anyone who tries to spread their thoughts, criminals, anyone."

... Oh well. That's all the more victims of fraud at once, in large numbers, around the world, and radical terrorist groups like Artel's "Star Mark" are easier to solicit.

As Rubel nodded, the general urged him to continue his meal and to continue his conversation.

"Correct and useful information as well as a mixture of harmful information and rumors of unknown origin, malicious demeanor and malicious misinformation"

The general called for service by hand gesture and ordered tea to be prepared.