It's all one flower.

The long-distance bus carrying the Rourke arrived, on time, at the terminal of the capital of the Republic of Artel, Rufus.

Finished a light meal at the fast food in a nearby shopping mall and stops at the bookstore POP as he tries to get out to the taxi stand.

"Adventurer Cactacare Series Fans Waiting for Pictures & Setup Dataset Launch"

The release date is today.

... booked online. Yes, but for once, do you want to take it?

Then I also buy a cheap jacket from the garment store next door.

Change from a spring coat in a private room in the toilet, remove the [makeup] necklace and hang it back, and become yet another person's face. What I saw in the mirror was a man with thin eyebrows and bad eyes.

A lot of cars were spared at the taxi stand.

Tell them where to go with as dark a face as possible.

"to Rufus Central Hospital"

"Yes, sir."

A taxi leaving the mall hooks up to the first signal.

Roark toned to the bare-looking face shown in the side mirror.

"Dachi is a theological student, but he was there yesterday."

"Huh? Don't you have anything to say to your life?

"I don't know, but I don't need to be there or standing, and I skipped school. Grandma, would you hurry up?

The driver's brow drops in the back mirror.

"Oh, oh, my brother's friend, I hope you feel better soon"

"Yeah."

The two of us sum up the words of Kirkulus prayer.

"The sun, moon, stars, and stars of darkness that become void (depression) also illuminate (well).

The sun and moon stars, all that live, the heavens and earth, the reason of this world, keep thee. "

The signal changes and the car flows.

The Car Radio song show read out one message of condolence after another, along with hymns and soul songs, in a special programme to mourn the victims of the incident.

"The wizard guerrillas, who used to go around the church in evil (ah) shiki (on purpose), were bombed this time during their morning worship in seminary. More and more radical."

Roark got on with the angry driver story.

"It's not the army, it's the guerrillas?

"Oh, I bet you do."

"Why do you think so, S.? Guerrillas are amateurs, aren't they? You didn't use evil because you didn't have a bomb?

The driver answers, keeping an eye on the front.

On the screen of the car navigation a directive for booking the distribution was displayed.

"An army would target a base, not a church.... Well because of the war, the monsters have gained momentum, the Aquillo base has been destroyed, and the other bases have been hit by explosions, and everything is in trouble, but Hanashi hasn't heard that the Nemoralis are attacking us."

"What? All of it? Dachi from Ignikerns woke up in the middle of the night when the base exploded, but not anywhere else?

"Oh, that's the only thing about an explosion. Because the other bases are far apart, well, hey..."

"Uh... Warcraft?

Roark nods across the mirror with a face like he figured it out and asks questions.

"But that's what I was doing on the news?

"It's common at the base. Warcraft, it's over with a little bit of local news on the radio. Besides, you're at war with Nemoralis now, aren't you? If something happens to the base, there might be panic, so I don't think we're gonna get online or national news."

"Uh..."

Had it not been on the internet news, the hauliers Fiarluca might not know the details.

Intelligence agent Razornik and his men had infiltrated the Artel mainland to gather information, at least in terms of Ignikerns base, on site photographs and other details.

Since taking on the request, I have met regularly with Fiarlka to exchange information, but each piece of information is vast and I have not been informed until I know more about the extent to which other bases have been examined, for example, for damage.

... you want me to tell you at the end of the next month?

"In prayer, Cotto must have done it with the intention of ending the theological students. The Archbishop of the Diocese of Rufus was also murdered in the Priesthood Hall."

"What?"

It was in a newspaper I read on a long bus, but I pretend I don't know it.

The driver bent the corner with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"When it was time for worship, I didn't hear back, so when I opened it with a master key, it seemed miserable."

"Was it locked?

"Ah. He's a secret room murderer. Radio says you can't do it unless you use magic, so it was a Nemoralis terrorist. In fact, about the seminary, that's how they dropped the bomb in prayer... here we are."

Roark paid for the one-meter and got off in front of Rufus Central Hospital.

The press packs it up, and the doorstep is ruined by people.

I went into the public bathroom in the park across the street. I changed the jacket to a thin coat, removed the [makeup] necklace and returned to the roak.

Following the visitor-like old man, he dived into the lobby through the sides where the press and hospital staff and guards pressed questions. The sofa in the waiting room is full, and people with pale complexions anxiously watch the hustle and bustle of the front door against the wall as well.

Roark looked at the information board and turned his foot to the surgical ward.

The guards and hospital staff were handled by the media, and the seminarians, who were transported one after the other, blocked the hands of the medical personnel, and the reception and nursing stations were thin.

Walk down the hallway with no food on your face and confirm your name tag with a total win. Without anyone to blame, Roark was found in a hospital room with a classmate's name tag on it.

A total of seven people in three large rooms upstairs and three private rooms with apologies for the visit. I can't go to the intensive care unit on a boulder. I avoided visiting a large room with other eyes.

Find a private room to see and take the stairs up to the third floor.

This floor also housed classmates in multiple large rooms.

... You saved me a lot of money.

Just checking the facts, no emotions.

Correcting his humanity to the better that he just doesn't think it's a shame that Kirkulus theology students survived, Roark stopped in front of a private room with a "Ursa Mayor Septem" name tag hung on it.

The red tag for the apology of the visit is not hung.

He stopped breathing and concentrated his nerves on the sound inside in front of the door.

Quiet.

Pushing an ear against the door weighs on itself that other patients would blame it on the boulder.

You can just wake him up if he's just sleeping alone, but it's troublesome to have a family. But I'm not going to the wacky standing around forever.

I knocked out of my mind.

The door opens narrowly following signs of people's movements, and an elegant middle-aged woman shows her face.

"Which one is it?

"I'm a friend. Watch the news and get worried..."

"Mr. Roark!

A middle-aged woman turns to the voice of the bed.

From his bag, Roark showed a chilling collection of paintings he had just bought. The face you see in the gap brightens up.

"Mother, I want to talk to him alone. Would you mind taking it off a little bit?

"Really? When it gets painful, you push the nurse call right away. I'll be back before dinner."

Ursa Mayor's mother smiled on her tired face and opened the door wide.

"Thank you for coming. But the injured need to get tired, so please be as brief as possible."

"Yes. I'll be right back. Don't let your mother get tired of seeing you."

Mother grabs the bag and pushes them both out again and again. Roark closed the door by dropping him off until he boarded the elevator.

A classmate connected to the infusion greets Roark with a scratchy smile as he lowered his hips to the chair by the pillow. The right leg is fixed with gips and the head and left arm are also covered with bandages. Is the right eye under the ophthalmic cord an injury to such an extent that the treatment of science alone is cured?

"Mr. Roark, we were all worried because he suddenly disappeared. How have you been?

"That? Skinum, haven't you heard from me?

Surprisingly, Ursa Mayor answered with a sinking face, lying in bed.

"Mr. Skinum hasn't seen him since the beginning of the winter break, and all the priests and teachers are worried."

"Your family..."

"He didn't know. Weren't you with me, Mr. Roark?

"No. I couldn't stay in that country at your convenience, Skinum, and I asked you to leave a message and we broke up. Surprised to see this news... I only have a few moments to stay because I have time for a plane, but I'm glad you don't seem to have anything to do with your life"

Roark even lined up the lie settings he thought about on the bus and smiled and showed them.

Ursa Mayor turns a blind eye with a complex face.

Roark pulled the earlier collection out of his bag.

"I think I'm booking this, maybe, on the internet, because it was today, the release date..."

"Is that okay?

Rise up and smile, and leave yourself in bed without strength. If the debris has been laid down, the ribs and the like may also be broken.

"It feels weird to say you're sympathetic to this, please. So... sorry to remind you of the hard part, but there's something I need you to tell me."

Ursa Mayor's face is slightly cloudy.

Roark sounded sincerely sorry.

"Could you please tell me more about the incident so that this doesn't happen any more, because maybe a hidden congressman teacher could move with enhanced anti-guerrilla measures? The same thing would have been asked many times by the police, but the..."

Ursa Mayor was staring at the universe and listening, but she pulled her jaw slightly and put her breath down and began to speak.