It's all one flower.

Medvege hangs the truck's engine for a long time.

The dashboard broiled in the summer sun was cold thanks to the funeral parlor Agoni chilling earlier, but Farkill gripped the tablet terminal and turned forward.

Slowly the body swirls and faces the main entrance of the villa hidden in the woods. Outside the gates were dense trees, and there was no way.

Medvege did not hesitate at all and stepped on the accelerator.

The tree stands without any resistance and thrusts through the windshield. Green winds, including grass, blew in through open windows.

A truck from a moving dealership pushes straight through the phantom forest.

Farkill wanted to get away from where there was that horrible thing to do as soon as possible.

Yesterday evening, a spellmaker came and said only that the operation had been brought forward because of the movement of the Artel army, and immediately [jumped] back to the base of Nenia Island.

As he put it, Captain Solniak and Juvenile Soldier Morph, the high school student Roark, did not return at night. I waited until I was critical and hung the [key] on the bedroom door.

We all had an anxious, sleepless night and finally got our morning.

Farkill was helping three bakers prepare breakfast this morning with his employee sister Amana.

While manager Leno rounds up the bread dough, he goes to the dining room to arrange the dishes. The soup was always untouched because I put fire in the bread baking kiln before making it. There, one of the militant guerrillas came in.

The moment Pinatifida is seen, the eyes that keep the battle's killing spirit rising will host a different kind of ominous light. The middle-aged guerrilla had a humble grin and approached the girl frightened by disturbing signs.

The two elementary school girls are on the kitchen side of the big table with Farkill and one Pinatifida on the other side.

Farkill couldn't move at all because his legs were so tight.

"Oh, my lady, I was just crushing Artel's base. This will eliminate the air raid for the time being."

No one returns words to guerrillas. Pinatifida took a step back.

"I've avenged you, too. How about a reward for me?

A guerrilla packs a distance from a girl.

The moment Pinatifida cramped her face and turned her back to escape, the guerrilla jumped. The dish in your hand can be thrown out and crushed.

"Are you all right?

Manager Leno froze with his face out of the kitchen.

"I'm not asking you to virgin anything."

"Oh, brother..."

"You're good enough to touch me, aren't you? It's not going down."

Guerrilla's hand turns up the hem of the pushed-down girl's t-shirt.

With her sister screaming, manager Leno ran over screaming something and kicked guerrilla in the head.

Farkill pushed the crying elementary school girls to the kitchen, stood in a chair and blocked them in a doorway without a door.

In a powerless middle school furkill, I don't feel like I can beat a combat trained adult man, but I wanted to be to the extent that I could buy time for someone to come and help me.

A guerrilla grabs manager Leno's leg and pulls him down. The manager couldn't take it passively and was slapped on the side of the head on the floor and stopped moving. The militant guerrilla laughs niggardly, gets up and kicks Leno's face in a mess.

Pinatifida tries to stop on Guerrilla's feet, but the manager's face quickly becomes bloody.

Guerrilla, who hurt the manager until she felt better, turns a sticky gaze at Pinatifida, who was clinging to her leg.

"You kept me waiting, lady. Let's go on."

Pinatifida breathed and took her hand off Guerrilla's feet. The guerrilla held the girl's shoulder down and pushed her down, turning the hem of her t-shirt up to the bottom of her neck again.

There, a boy soldier Morph rushed over silently, grabbed the fallen chair and hit the guerrilla in the head.

"Get out of the way, Kolaaaaaaaaaa!

The boy soldier Morph fought and once he pulled me apart, he poked a flash of gap and took Pinatifida hostage.

Farkill was just holding the chair and shaking.

If the guard Oriol hadn't come, what would have happened? I didn't even want to think about it. [A plummeting eagle (eagle)] Oriole, the school's magical warrior, smashed one eye of guerrilla with his normal face and said he would dispose of it because it annoyed him.

That guerrilla won't be alive anymore.

The effect of vanilla tea quelled the upset and my helplessness was also calmly poked because of the clarity of my thoughts.

Earlier, if I had gone immediately to get Captain Solniak, what would have happened?

I couldn't even ask for help.

Knowledge is also all about online borrowing and textbook takeovers and sales, few Farkill himself has gained from experience and observation.

... Nothing, I couldn't.

The phantom trees left behind and went out into a square surrounded by woods. The weeds that feed on edible weeds, herbs, and fine workmanship are harvested and only useless grass remains.

Medvege carefully turned the steering wheel and pointed the body towards the forest road leading to the asphalt road.

"Boy, which way are we going?

"On the right hand side... if you head south, it's a shortcut, but the driveway is circling the island, so you can get out of either way eventually."

"Oh, my God. Copy that. Kura."

Tensions dissolve in Medvege's bright voice, diminishing guilt and disgust, fear and hatred.

... Oh, but when I get to the city, where do I go?

Silva, the old lady, can't go to the private house where she's based in the city. I never wanted to be involved with militant guerrillas or their supporters again.

Put it on something, rely on it all the time and I can feel it, but also, it looks like I'll have to talk to the spell store.

... I can't do anything. I don't know anything. But you can't do that.

I abandoned my house to tell the truth.

I was reminded that I needed more specific wisdom and strength.

Tree greenery flows through the windows.

Through unpaved forest roads, the goddess' tear lake was shining at the front.