"Huh?"
Under the Water Tower Tree in Tara Town, seventy miles from Wildfire Town, a young mage opened his eyes and frowned slightly.
He was the "Desert Speaker" Rose that Barbara spoke of.
"What's wrong?" a female voice came from the side.
Rose wasn't alone under the tree; there was also a heavily made-up young woman.
The woman was stepping on the head of a knight.
Not far off on the short, sparse branches of the Water Tower Tree, hung someone dressed as a Warm Fire Mage.
"The president of the Warm Fire Commerce Association truly loves his little daughter.
Even in 'this situation,' he's secretly dispatched forces to support his little daughter, tsk tsk."
The young woman shook her head, kicked the two dead Warm Fire Commerce Association reinforcements aside.
She casually clapped her hands and looked at Rose: "How about your side? Going smoothly?"
Rose said: "'Scout' was blocked again, this is the second time."
