It's all one flower.

Steel Park was safely dawned upon.

The rest of the hospital staff, such as the curse doctor, the secretary, etc., have helped [Simple Connection].

A little before sunset, a boy from the land people, who urged Awellana to flee, came back and spent the night with the other refugees.

He seemed shocked by something, looked pale and didn't say a word. The police officer who sent the boy rushed off somewhere.

Awellana [jumped] into the canal this morning and caught fish just like yesterday.

Asylum-seekers and police, hospital officials, and terrorists are also allowed to go baked fish.

"I'm sorry that the pharmacist did this to you."

"No, that's okay. My parents are fishermen."

"Humans, when there's less halibut, I don't think it's a loco idea. Thank you."

The older cop received a grilled fish with a smile on his face.

Put the roasted fish into the suspect holding space at the rear through the driver's window.

"It's still hot today, so eat slowly so you don't burn it."

Speak up and close the small window.

Yesterday, too, but this morning, I went over one by one.

Terrorist reactions were unexpected for older police officers.

They took away from each other, and thought it was something that the powerful would take many, and the weak would no longer be able to put on the roasted fish.

Because he is a prisoner or an adult, he is also properly distributed to juvenile soldiers. From what I heard of the people of the Autonomous Communities, I could not imagine.

Finishing distributing the roasted fish, Awellana took an extra sheet of newspaper from the long desk placed in front of the police station.

I guess I'll leave it in the public sector because the delivery destination burned down.

During half a century of civil unrest, there were many days when newspapers could not even be published.

... The newspapers are out, it's still okay, right?

I try to think for the best, but I hold my breath on the extra headlines, and I can't think any more.

"Big Fire Unknown on Fire in Listver Autonomous Region"

Below the oversized font is a large photograph taken from the Pisturnik area. I even forgot to blink at the details underneath and ran my eyes.

Fire from the barracks zone on the shore of the lake unknown. Eighty percent of the Barack Zone burned overnight. I still haven't quenched the fire. Fire sources have sightings with multiple people.

In a densely populated area, the number of dead and unknown persons is seen to rise to a large number, but since the majority of residents do not have registration information, the original number of residents cannot be known, and the actual state of the damage is unknown. Survivors evacuate to the western part of the Autonomous Region.

There is a wider view among the people of the Autonomous Communities that it might be retaliation for the recent terrorist attacks.

At the same time as the Nemoralis government rushed to ascertain the damage, it expressed its strong concern that the peace that lasted thirty years had been broken and that it would once again move on to a state of civil war, and expressed its proactive action towards the early calming of the situation.

... Retaliation...?

Awellana, too, was killed in front of his father, and he doesn't know how he feels.

... but if I cottled like that, I'd be at war again...

I turn my attention to the autonomous community of Listver, which is far from here. Last night's fire was still smoking.

The star path prostitute lurking in Belyoza's house was annihilated at the hands of the Nemoralis army demon soldiers.

The story I heard in the police car showed that Roark was also preparing poison gas. He didn't have any anti-wizard gear that Roark was concerned about and was easily subdued.

The army carried out the confinement of the body, among other things, and Roark was taken with the policeman to the police station.

Belyoza's family was not at home and she must have been immersed in a post-evacuation home.

He was told he would send him to a safe district, but Roark refused because he would look for other people he knew, revealing the night at the Iron and Steel Park.

For Roark, the first wild boarding house in his life.

Lay an ancient newspaper on the ground of dirt, and wrap it around a blanket.

It's better than lying directly on the ground, but I never visit drowsiness because of its stiff and cold feel.

Were the people around them too tired, and the others whose turn was to burn stood to sleep?

Outside the [Simple Junction] created by the wizards, demons and miscellaneous demons are innumerably stupid. I could barely sleep because of the cold and fear, and spent the whole night staring at the flames of the fire.

My family will be worried about Roark.

But Roark didn't regret it.

At least, I contacted the police and I could crush one of the poison gas attacks.

Fire flames scorch the southern night sky.

I didn't say anything about burning duty.

One Roark, I knew where, why, burning.

... Seriously, you're lying, aren't you?

Roark had a sleepless night and greeted the morning with a grudge.

Shortly before the morning sun rose, the demons hid themselves somewhere, and the miscellaneous demons melted into the morning light and disappeared.

People wake up and start their own manner.

"Oh my god!

In a male scream, Roark raised his face.

A young man with brown hair comes running through the ground with a bunch of newspapers in his hand. It is extra to the newspaper that he handed out to people with a surprising face.

I can see the evacuee's face. Makes it harder to see.

"Revenge is stupid..."

"Not yet, I'm not the wacko who decided to be. They're just saying it on their own."

"It's not really a question of whether you did it or not. It's hard for this fire to light another fire on someone's hatred and turn it into another war in retribution."

"But you can't even prove you didn't do it, can you? I don't know if the fire caused a free fire or a magic arson."

Adults gaze at each other and give their opinions to each other.

"If the killer is caught, we'll know the truth in the [* * *] candlestick..."

"If the fire is the cause, there's no killer, all the evidence is ashed, and you can't use the mirror."

The magic mirror, the candlestick, is a situation reproduction device commonly used in the magical civilization area.

When someone or evidence from a case touches a mirror and casts a spell of activation, it is retrospective (retrospective) to reflect the person's behavior.

Videos can also be recorded on crystals and gems cut into the form of accumulating magic.

Thanks to this mirror, in the magical civilization area, there are rarely any wrongs (enfants).

... If I had drenched the police sooner, I could have prevented the first attack, and the people of the Autonomous Region would not have burned to death...

Shizuku (Shizuku) of regret falls on the extra from hand to hand.

The sweet optimism that my family couldn't possibly do that, and the fact that I halfway finished providing information to protect myself, made matters worse.

They abandoned the house anyway.

This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't thought about preservation and told you everything.

Even if it was not completely preventable, evacuation and early military input made the damage smaller.

How many people were burned alive in the flames of this picture.

How many families have fallen apart?

I am stunned by the amount of life my sweetness trampled on.

Kneeling (kneeling) on the ground, losing strength from his knees.

Falling as-is, Roark lost consciousness, as if crushed by guilt.