It's all one flower.

After a moment of floating, the view in front of me changed.

No sirens, no explosions.

Besides the sound of bugs ringing in the surrounding woods, it's quiet.

On the wind, the blue breath of the trees reaches.

Security guard Oriol [jumped] with Juvenile Soldier Morph in the garden at the base of Lanterna Island. Still, is anyone awake, the blue and white light of the [light] is leaking out the window.

"Oh... Whoa! Why... huh?

"Shh. Everybody's gonna wake up if you keep your voice down."

There is no electricity here.

Everyone at the mobile dealership Praether Massa was awake with dawn and lived to sleep right after sunset.

Other than Oriol, whether he has not yet retreated or returned to the base of Nenia Island, Juvenile Soldier Morph does not have the technique to ascertain.

"I won't dare, I'll wash my body, take my gear off."

"... what about Mr. Perlittle's troops?

"You don't have to worry."

Boy soldier Morph raises questions in his suppressed voice, but Wizard Guard Oriole has no island to catch.

In which way (Michi), the morphs of the powerless people alone could not reach the Aquillo base on the mainland of Artel. Give up and take off the remaining bulletproof specification tactical vest of the grenade.

"I'll have it for you."

As they say, I gave him a lot of heavy gear. The other hand is put out and the automatic small gun is also handed over.

Oriole stands beside the well and washes the morph by raising the well water with surgery. Sweat and dust, nitrous smoke and blood odors washed away.

Water drifts through the universe, stretches out the gate, and throws away its dirt.

A guard, Oriol, followed after the water with Morph's gear, away from the well. Run to the gate whispering something.

"What? Ahh! Hey...... heh!

Boy soldier Morph rushes to bypass the well and flowerbed to follow him, but Oriole disappeared in front of the gate, wondering if he was chanting a spell as he ran.

I don't know where I [jumped].

... I'm a powerless people, and my hands are wrapped around my feet, so you left them behind?

If interpreted in good faith, it would have delivered the morph of a child who is not a militant guerrilla to a "buddy" of a mobile retailer.

I'm sure that's what you said the other day.

Oriol is a powerful people... It was also a magical warrior who completed the art of the [plummeting eagle (eagle)] school, originally working against warcraft. If you're going to fight at an enemy base where the Warcraft will break out, you can't help but think of Morph.

The boy soldier Morph stretched his back and peered inside through a window where the [light] leaked. I can barely see the green head from the gap in the curtain.

It was the spelldoctor Septentorio and the funeral parlor Agoni who were awake. The two old men from the lake were discussing something and they didn't notice the voice in the garden.

... Oh, well. Because the craftsmen informed me that the operation had been brought forward.

He must be awake to deal with the casualties.

The barefoot boy soldier Morph turns to the front door with a frigid body.

Unexpectedly, I could hear rough breaths and disturbed footsteps from behind. Morph sits up and turns around in momentum.

It was a crew of Yang Dynamic Squads. Hold your flank with one hand and collapse on the spot without a voice.

There is no other appearance of guerrillas.

The boy soldier Morph hung his hand on the front door. It is not locked. The room just after entering the front door, the door was open.

"Cure me, Mr. Krewe!

Two lake folks kick a chair and stand up to the cry of a morph who jumped into the room. The three ran silently out into the garden.

The spelldoctor ran over to Cleve with a figurine with the [light] on, and the funeral parlor ran to the well. While the spelldoctor Septentorio ascertains the condition of the wound, the funeral home Agoni runs back to the side of the injured man, starting the well water with [manipulative water] surgery.

Cleve's face, illuminated by the magical light, was pale.

Boy soldier Morph hugs him and takes off his bloodstained bulletproof vest with his pockets emptied. My flank had been chopped for about a grab.

Another spell as the spelldoctor receives the water and washes the wounds. When the bloodstained water left Cleve, the wound was wiped away as if nothing had happened. Only a tear in the clothes retains traces of injury.

The water threw up blood stains. Funeral home Agoni spells quickly and burns it down.

"Morph, is it just you guys?

"No, I asked Mr. Oriole to bring me here, but again, I jumped off somewhere... Mr. Krewe will be alone later..."

"A pair of people were eaten... so..."

Cleve leaked a thin whimper, staring down at the ground.

"Oh, okay, just shut up. Is the boy all right?

Agoni slaps Cleve on the shoulder and faces the boy soldier Morph. Morph nodded silently and helped get Cleve up.

"Third room."

It's one of the rooms I used as a hospital room for an injured guerrilla until a moving dealership truck escaped.

Cleve repeats, "Excuse me." On each occasion, the funeral parlor Agoni responded with a smile, "I mean fine".

An adult man, who was bleeding badly and had no memory (nappy) under his feet, lay in bed for two and returned to the garden.

"Ah! Captain!

Boy soldier Morph spotted Captain Solgnac in the magical light and rushed over. The captain also smiles zero (spill).

High school student Roark and lake people guard Journitol, another lake people, powerful land people and powerless people...... Captain Solniak and Roark, Journitol are intact, but there were not enough troops to go and destroy the control tower.

The injured enter the scene, and the intact care for them.

A spelldoctor, Septentorio, started treating the seriously injured in turn.