It's all one flower.

Despite the weekdays, the district manager was at home.

Kufshenka, a newspaper shop and a young photographer pretending to be a part-time photographer are greeted lovingly by a familiar butler and put through in the reception room.

"Mr. Store Manager, get to the right place. I just used it earlier."

"Oh, so you're in the wrong place? I'm sorry."

"No, it's a bike, so it's no big deal."

The district manager smiles.

Kufshenka asked with less discomfort.

"What can I do for you?

The district manager answered waiting for the servant serving the tea to retreat.

"No, well, what, it's an example array. I got word on the Internet this morning that the Nemus Liberation Army is going to attack me today or tomorrow."

"What do you mean?

Kufshenka peeled her eyes off and the newspaper and the young man sat back without words.

The district manager urges him to sit by hand, grinning.

"Well, listen to me till the end."

"Yes, no, but I need to get everyone to the newspaper soon."

"Can you reward the residents of the East End?

"Oh, yeah! Hey, part-time, I need to borrow your phone and head office..."

In contrast to the newsman's agony, the district manager said calmly.

"I told the newspaper. It'll be in the paper tomorrow morning."

"Morning paper? Isn't that extra?

"Extra? Oh, if the attack is today, we might be out in the evening"

A young man standing on the couch compares the newsman to the district manager and makes him look in trouble.

The district manager sat the part-time youth with an eagle grin.

"You too, have a cup of tea first, calm down"

"Eh, but we need to reward everyone and get those who can't fight away quickly..."

"Let him get away? Where?

"Where... where is the PLA not coming?

A young photographer with no land prospects in the Ristover Autonomous Region looks to the manager of Kufshenka and the newspaper shop in real trouble and is about to cry.

Kufshenka said, holding her fist at her knees, suppressing the tremor in her voice.

"To the mountains… let us go to the streets of Kublum"

"Oh, hey, store manager, are you sending someone who can't fight to a mountain where there are monsters?

The district manager sipped on his shoulder and sipped tea.

A blue muscle floats on Kufshenka's forehead and he has no words.

Newspapers took it up.

"Well... that mountain road, last year, we all made it beautiful, so we stopped looking at the miscellaneous demons in the bright. Everyone's been picking up firewood and nuts ever since, but no one's been attacked by monsters."

"I hope the battle is over in the light and we can go home, but whatever, we have an opponent."

The district manager lays his eyes down and shakes his head sideways.

... Amiella wrote in a letter that she spent days walking down the street and getting help from farmers in Zolata District.

Buried in dust and sand, the [exorcism] rubble protected her at night with the power of the earth's veins and the magic of one Amiela.

How many "unconscious powerful people" are among those who will seek refuge? Together, everyone's chances of getting a safe morning will increase. The laying stone of [exhumation] has been excavated all the way to the Zolata district, and at least, you will not lose sight of the safe path.

Even though it cools in the morning and evening, there was still salvation if we thought of evacuating in the middle of the winter.

... but you can't say it in front of someone with a star mark like this.

Kufshenka is unable to answer, the district manager, who is also the star marker Listver branch manager, heard.

"What exactly do you envisage people who can't fight?

"Well, isn't it decided? Women, children, the sick, the injured, the elderly... the star's mark people have to understand the battle, even we big men, the wizards are so annoying."

Newspapers line up what's natural.

The district manager nodded satisfactorily and looked at Kufshenka.

"For example, Mr. Store Manager, can you evacuate that mountain path on your own feet?

"I am no longer going to be strange whenever you come to pick me up, so I am going to spend some time praying in church. But just someone who can get away with it on his own, somehow."

"People who are old like the store manager, women right after childbirth, and people with impaired legs. Those who cannot escape have no choice but to pray at home or in church."

The district manager lay his eyes down with a playful trick.

"But if a man with confidence in his arm and strength obsesses, won't he be able to handle it? Even if it's about one manager..."

"No. Then you'll be late for the run. Don't worry about me, young man. You better run."

I appreciate the offer of the blonde youth, but I wanted him to magically get out of here and tell the outside world about the Nemus Liberation Army outrage.

"It would be nice if everyone could be as good a person as the manager, but there would be plenty of people who would pull the legs of those who flee and be our foot wrappers fighting"

"Ha, fight? Legion of Wizards opponents?

The newspaperman's voice flips.

The district manager snorted calmly.

"That's right. This is a holy war of faith. If the wizards are willing to treat us as human beings, not as worm keras, but as the same people of Nemoralis, they will not have people in their hands who cannot fight. You don't have to run anywhere."

"No, but... Hola, that, if you get into battle..."

Youth lose complexion.

I guess you know exactly what a magical attack is like.

... I'll say it often. Our own family was in the habit of letting them flee to Artel and Nemoralis Island within the last year.

The port of Grjaj in the city of Zerneau was provisionally restored.

Freighters enter and leave with relief supplies, factory materials and shipments for the autonomous community of Listver, and ships that hit the restoration works of the city of Zerneau also pass daily.

The executives of the star label Listver branch sent their wives aboard a freighter to the city of Topoli. From there, it was delivered by aircraft to the Republic of Artel via the Republic of Dykea, or by magic craft to cities with many hidden followers on the island of Nemoralis, such as Rachka and Lyabina.

The information was gathered by my comrades who, together with their brother, Rep. Laqueus (Halpator), sought peace without the use of force and informed me in a letter yesterday.

Comrades infiltrated the branches of Rachka and Ljabina had also grasped information that "the star sign (servant) is trying to incite the Nemus Liberation Army to attack the autonomous community of Listwar in order to bring in the armed intervention of UN forces, mainly the Federation of Barbatum".

The comrade had since infiltrated Artel and had also reported that the executives' children had escaped.

... the PLA... General Unuk Elhaia, you've been put on a decent ride.

I don't know what happened during the last thirty years I was out of active duty, but I guess he's no longer the one who fought honorably and protected non-combatants indiscriminately during half a century of civil unrest.

"So, Mr. Warden, will you protect us weak?

"Of course I do. Fraxinus fanatics will use evil to afflict us, but at least we will be rewarded with arrows to paradise."

... even though it doesn't say anywhere in the Bible that if you kill someone who uses evil, they will be called to paradise. Introduce yourself.

Smile and take a seat at the District Manager who blindly believes in heretical teachings.

"I'll tell the priest of the Eastern Parish, won't I? Good luck."

"Thank you. Let us be the light of this darkness."

None of the three had a hand in tea, leaving the district manager's house behind.