It's all one flower.

Soon, the sirens are stopping. I could clearly hear the shooting and shelling.

[Sorcerer's tears] scatter in the hands of guard Oriole.

How many former comrades have you done your best, and how many will this make you? Boy soldier Morph was too busy with the attack to afford to count that number.

An unidentified Nemoralis people who lost their lives in the battle against the Artel army, burned without any bones and left [tears of the magician] a guerrilla of a powerful people, burned in an air raid by the Artel army and died leaving only the crystals of magic. The pockets of the juvenile soldier Morph's tactical vest were packed with the power of those who died carelessly.

If you strictly adhere to the doctrine of Kirkulusism, it's a filthy thing you should never touch.

... If you're a powerful people, even if you're dead, you can't help your hatred this way, but if I'm dead, that's it.

He pushes through the hallway with bad luck at making such a difference even after he dies and a frustration he has no place to do it.

The ground floor was like a dining room and conference room.

The responding Artel soldier was swallowed and drowned by a water wall manipulated by Oriol, making it part of a wall that prevented automatic small gun bullets.

... These guys are eating good mon.

Juvenile soldier Morph and guard Oriole break into the kitchen sideways with dishes that appear to have been thrown out on the verge of eating. There was a cook left in the back. They look like soldiers, too, and set up knives. Oriole treated them like any other soldier and left the first floor deserted.

On the dance floor between the first and second floors, stack the bodies out of the water and build the walls. He also slaughtered the soldiers who were left upstairs late. Since entering the building, the boy soldier Morph has barely used his weapon in the solitaire of the wizard guard Oriole.

Juvenile soldier Morph and guard Oriole had left the closest building to the main gate to the Warcraft and had broken into the second closest barrack-like building.

Olyor's manipulative water wall slaughters the soldiers bowled together in the stairs and goes upstairs.

The doors line both sides of the hallway at equal intervals. There were no signs of people. Artel soldiers were attacked by Nemoralist aspiring militant guerrillas and multiple warcraft, who jumped out in a hurry, many rooms with their doors open and the lights on brilliantly.

Security guard Oriole tucked the water he had turned into a bulletproof wall into an [endless bottle].

"Looks like you paid for this place."

"Right."

Juvenile soldier Morph agreed, without alarm, to keep his automatic small gun in place.

The deserted hallway is illuminated by a bright light, the whiteness of which hurts my eyes. There should be no such thing as [exorcism], but there are no mischievous demons.

... you're taking the same precautions as the factory.

Guard Oriole pays off the [sorcerer's tears] fragment on his hand.

"Close the fire door"

"Got it."

Juvenile soldier Morph closes the fire door and guard Oriole walks with [key] technique. The hallway will be cut off and you won't be able to get out of the stairs from the hallway floor.

The two proceeded carefully through the barracks for clearing the water wall.

Because it was dinner time, the third and fourth floors lined up with living rooms were deserted. Fifth floor without anyone interfering...... out to the top floor.

"Northeast of...... securing a second room from the back. Then we attack the ground and attract Artel soldiers."

"Okay."

Aim in the back while closing the fire door.

Juvenile soldier Morph noticed that the dining room was small relative to the number of rooms.

I guess the rooms that are closed were away from home from the start with night shifts and meals, vacations, etc. He who finished his meal first, or whose meal order was later, even spared time listening to the sirens and locking his room. Everywhere in the room checked for residual soldiers, storage under the bed was left open.

Security guard Oriol, as trained, closes the third door from the back and hangs the [key] technique.

Corner rooms have lots of windows, half sides that are easy to attack outside, difficult to protect. Now it's just the two of us, and there's no earthbags to block the windows or anything like that.

Morph was as close to the control tower as possible, and after thinking about what might be easier to protect, he decided to take it to the second room from the northeast and back of the top floor.

The second door from the back was closed. Olyor flies one and hangs the [key] in the deepest room. The Juvenile Soldier Morph received the [Crystal of Magic], which finished releasing his magic, and gave him what stood in cold brilliance.

The sound of coughing.

They lowered their posture and stuck it on the wall. A guard, Olyor, pulls out a knife of the same type as what Journitle stabbed Todome in the Warcraft in forest training. Light, heterogeneous to the reflection of strong lighting in the hallway, makes the blade shine like wet.

Coughed five or six times to keep standing, and the person inside became quiet.

... You heard the spell earlier, didn't you?

Knowing or not the concerns of the boy soldier Morph, Oriol put his hand on the door and whispered a different spell than just now. Kachiri, make a noise, the normal lock comes off, the door opens inward.

I was held down by a hand hung on a grenade pin. Oriole slipped herself into the room silently shaking her neck to the side and ordering her to "wait" by hand imitation. Speak quickly and cast an unfamiliar spell.

At the end of the chant, I heard something fall and a severe cough.

Next, a voice that chants [manicured water] that I've heard many times already. One man, he leaked out of the room. It's not military uniform. He wears loose clothes and is wrapped around in a ropy light. The water mass flowed through the corridor without sound and hit the fire door. Leaving the coughing Artel soldiers behind, only water returns.

I hear this soldier was sleeping alone.

Olyor calls back the water, letting it circle the whole room and stir. Beds, desks, slight personal belongings, etc. were flushed into the water stream and stormed into the corner of the room. Thin dirty water, mixed with dust and the like, flows down the corridor again. He spit out impurities in front of the fire door and drifted back through the universe.