It's all one flower.

Explosion sound.

With the violent vibrations that followed, Roark opened his eyes. It hurts all over my body and makes my face peel.

Hot. No, hot.

Hot air sweeps through the jumping face. I lay my face down without breathing.

... what? What's going on, here?

I have no idea what the situation is. Cover your mouth with sleeves and peek around in awe.

Twenty...... no, there are only thirty people.

Not the ground.

The flames surround the sight. People solidify in the middle of four-lane roads, between people and flames, thin water walls shake.

I'm on my way somewhere, but I have extremely little baggage next to it against people.

I don't know what happened, but I guess the only one who could bring it up is the one who can afford it.

Looking back, there was no water wall behind him, and the Njefried Canal was seen ahead. The familiar landscape changes, the remains of the bridge and the car sink.

Pharmacists (dullness) of the people of the lake heal the injured with surgery.

As a ghost, Roark accidentally set himself up. Among the injured there was a mixture of those who wrapped arms around the path of the Holy Star.

... Star Road Prostitutes? Why are you with me?

Roark couldn't swallow the situation and thought stopped.

"Also, is it war..."

"I thought there was no more air raids..."

Adults exhale the rage that builds up in their chests.

... air raid?

Roark got more and more confused with the word.

Neither the Star Road Prostitutes nor the Hidden Kirkuls in Zerneau were able to prepare fighters to the boulders.

I don't want to think that the Nemoralis will bomb their own territory. There are still people who have missed the escape.

I do not believe that Parliament will approve an operation that would bring the terrorists together.

Even if it were to bomb, it would be the autonomous community of Listwar, presumably the "home of terrorists".

Why is this place under air attack?

Which army flew the bomber?

Where is the safe place?

There is no information, only anxiety and anxiety are recruited.

My eyes ache from heat and light. The only thing I looked in the direction of no flame wall.

At the end of the pompous open space is the Néfriet Canal. A city that burns on its opposite shores as well. Burned people nestle on the banks of the canal.

... Celebro District on fire? Why would you do that?

It is a district with many hidden followers and excluded from the target of the Star Way Prostitute Army attack.

Were the strongholds of the prostitute army found and assaulted by the Nemoralis army?

No, I don't think "air raids" will burn down the district indiscriminately. The people of the lake and the people of the land are much more Fraxinus.

A group of lake people appeared across the shore. Did you use the technique of [manicured water], multiple canal waters, get up. Water can vary from about a tub to about a truck.

The water mass crawled through the ground in one piece, pushing away the roots of the fire.

White smoke rises and the flame shreds a little.

"They're still fine over there."

A young man in a hook shrugged.

Blue Tsunagi youth answers that.

"I can't do this one anymore. Well, I'm allergic because I'm originally weak, but, Mr. Pharmacist, I'm already going down."

"What? What am I supposed to do? You want me to get some rest? But then, the injured..."

After the two of them, Rourke also turned his gaze back to the people of the lake.

I see the color of the flame, I don't know the complexion. The eyes that pour on the wounded are powerless and void.

"Hmmm...... I wish there was a [magic crystal] or something"

The Tsunagi youth, but there's no such thing, blurry.

Roark explored his pockets. The wallet was untouched.

My hands tremble in a hurry.

I managed to open my wallet and took out the [crystal] that my friend gave me.

It is about the size of the tip of the pinky finger, and there is a light inside. My friend who gave me this for my birthday last year, probably won't be alive anymore.

A friend's magic cage [crystal] was offered to the pharmacist of the people of the lake.

"Pharmacist, pharmacist!

When I didn't know how many people I had treated, I was called out and Awellana returned to me. He's the boy of the land people who told me the terrorists were lurking.

"Use this, please"

What the boy offered was a [crystal of magic].

When a person with magic grips the [crystal] of the sky (from) for a while, he accumulates magic in it.

Even those without magic can use magic if they hold this and cast a spell. It's like a rechargeable battery of magic.

For the first time since she was told, Awellana realized her fatigue.

I snort and receive [Crystal].

No great magic with the size of the tip of the pinky finger. Still, gripping softly, the warm force flowed towards the center of my body.

She regained a little energy and Awellana looked around.

An injured person holds down his wound with a handkerchief or something.

"Are you still with someone stabbed in the glass or something?

Just in case, I'll ask.

He shook his head small and sideways, and none complained of it.

Awellana took one big breath and cast a [blue one-wing] school curse [healing wind].

Spin powerful words with unique rhythms like a nursery song. More magic was drawn from the [Crystal], and its power slowly repaired (made) the body's broken (dust) bits.