Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Chin, chin......

From outside the window there was a tinkling noise.

It's a pleasant wake-up call as usual, and I enjoy a relaxing morning… etc. Out of the way, out of the way, out of the way, my heart is pounding, and I'm sweating.

- What do you mean... what the hell happened...!?

In a slightly larger bed for one, there was a girl right next to me. At this point, I'm already a heart bug, but I have long ears growing from her that make me feel comfortable sleeping.

Eyelashes are long, and silver hair is saggy and shiny from the futon. And when you lower your gaze, you have a complexion that you are wearing nothing on, your shoulders, and your chest, are so appealing that you accidentally rattle your throat.

The sweet scent characteristic of the girl drifts from the slightest puffiness, further enhancing the bubble in her chest.

And, as I was carefully reflecting on last night, Elf's daughter opened her eyes.

Its eyes, which open slowly, are as if to see the moment when the flowers bloom. The pale purple color is vibrant and is likely to be sucked in.

What the hell happened last night?

Slowly my thoughts go back.

Yes, then I...

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I think there is one strange thing about people.

It's the biggest meal in the class, arithmetic is not good for Mandarin even at full score, or hot from the opposite sex even though it's also frivolous...... etc. There is only one such strange thing for me.

Speaking of my hobbies, I still dream of a fantastic world such as the Middle Ages. I've liked such a world since I was a child, imagining fighting each other with swords and shields, something that was making my chest squeal. I used to read books I borrowed from the library until I rubbed them off over and over again.

- Oh, that wasn't my hobby, that was your explanation for the strange.

You have such a high taste or you dream like every other time. It's a world of swords and magic, it's in the middle of another war, it's stepping into a giant labyrinth.

I look forward to sleeping from my childhood every time because of it, and even now that I'm 25 this year, that's still the same.

Is it too real a shame?

Anyway, weak. Too weak. In the world of dreams I am a miscellaneous fish, and I don't know how many times a slime-like guy has melted me. I don't even know the language. The locals stripped me of my clothes every time. But I also enjoyed that it seemed like a real game.

If it's a dream, you're fine with getting hurt, and even if you specialize in a giant dragon, you wake up saying, "Oh, it was an interesting dream". You can't even taste it in modern times to attack mountainous beings.

Like I said, I'm 25 now. I work seriously, and my hobby is "dreaming" so I spend extremely little. So I'm allowed to sleep a little longer.

This life would also be quite cumulative because it has been going on since elementary school.

Place a pet bottle on the pillow, as usual, and one delicious lunch, even cold. It's not a ritual, but if I leave it like this later... is it actually faster to start?

If you look at the clock, it's 7: 00 at night. Wake up at 7: 00 in the morning. Compared to his age, he would have a terribly long sleep.

But adults are still allowed to do this. If I can take care of myself, they won't say May anymore. It's a wonderful and easy world.

"Well, good night"

Keep your head down and I'll dive into the futon.

Gu, snoring, as usual, I step into the usual different worlds.

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Pi, pi, pi.

When I blinked my pussy eyes, there was a little bird right in front of me.

This guy is a bird called Nazr who doesn't scare people so much, and curiosity is very strong. The name comes from the name of a site nearby. In the spring, they come looking for food outside, but in the winter, it's a bird that spends time inside the ruins.

"Phew, uh..., well slept. I just slept over there."

When I offer the breadcrumbs in my chest pocket, the bird cries out as a thank you, pinching them in the couch and taking them away.

Bite the yawn to death, looking around, the day had just begun to rise, and the cloak was wet in the night dew. Apparently, he chose to sleep on the floor where a few trees were swarming, in a stunning meadow. Rivers flow in the distance, and they don't even have a hard time drinking water.

"Uh, there was. A water bottle would be enough, but it would make me want some sweet juice."

A single pet bottle and lunch box are placed next to the bag I had on my pillow.

This is what I prepared earlier before I went to bed, and strangely enough, eating it makes my stomach swell, and when I wake up, it's empty. It helps, though, because it's a hassle to procure food in this world.

So basically every dish tastes bad. I also wondered if my taste was different, but it was actually because there were not enough seasonings and so on, and a lot of people were troubled.

Now, when you throw them into the bag, you head to the river for a stretch mix, and wash your face. The water, which has just spring, is still cold, and the drowsiness blows beautifully from the core of my head.

Now, my face on the water is at a different age than the real world. Sleepy, youthful skin, and sleepy eyes... oh, of course I'm awake, but this sleepy face is what characterizes me.

Uh, just looking at the exterior, I guess I'm 15 years old.

"This one's getting a little older, but the world of dreams is growing slower. Well, okay. Uh, this is by the ruins of Nazr Nazr."

When I wake up, the place may have changed dramatically, but this time it seems to be going on since yesterday.

What bothers my head a little is whether I should go to the ruins because of it, or visit a different place.

When I stroke my bracelet, the status screen floats blue and white. It says level 72 there, which can be seen to be well above the recommended level around here.

It's a world we've been playing in for over twenty years, so it would be pretty subtle if the level went up fast or slow. Sometimes I seriously level up, sometimes I spend a week fishing, etc. So such playing skills are also wastefully high.

Oh, yeah, I was weak and weak and I couldn't help it, but I'm growing to that level because I was serious about the trick.

Well, I don't have enemies such as the Demon King to defeat, so I'm just playing straight. There are more places you can go if you get to the level, so there are also large places where you are working hard to get a new playground.

"... yeah?

I felt someone's gaze when I was washing my face.

I noticed thanks to my intuitive skills I trained to avoid being struck by enemies, but this time it doesn't look like I'm going to be attacked separately.

A girl emerges from the shade of a tree, and shakes her ear a lot longer, approaching her.

"Oh, good morning, Kazhiho. You're still in this pristine wilderness. You look like an elf."

"Yeah, good morning, Marie. It's a beautiful day. I wake up in the rain every once in a while and I'm really tired. spiritually."

I don't understand, Marie leaned back.

She is a species called Elf, her real name is Mariabelle, commonly known as Marie... but she is a lot older than me because she is over a hundred years old.

And for some reason, my name is Kazhiho.

I don't know how I got the last letter wrong, but I have to resent me as a kid. My real name is Kazuhiro Kitase, and I typed that name... or I misset the default.

"That's unusual, I can't believe Marie got here. Would you like to go visit the ruins there?

"What, uh, um, if that's what you're gonna say, maybe I'll follow you. I don't mind being mistaken, but I'm not that free, either, am I? Just..."

I say something and look at my bag. [M] It's a small bag, so you'll know full well that it contains lunch. She's been sensitive to something called food, and this is how she's been expected ever since she split it it.

Though, she can't get away from the elf forest, so she seldom meets. He's probably the best friend in this world because he's been a face to face person since he was in elementary school, I think. Well, of course I'm much older.

"Oh, is that Marie's wand? Wow, let me see it."

"Phew, fine. It uses leeches in the main unit, and you see, it uses unicorn tenderness."

"Oh, that's amazing. Marie is an elf, but she can even use magic and it's amazing. Then let me show you while you walk."

Smile and Marie laughs.

When I first met her, I was murdered. Famous for her human hatred, she waved her wand as soon as she met her and was dusted. Now I think he's a hell of a killer, but he's finally settled down over the last few years.

"Don't get me wrong. I always thought it was haunting or something because you'd be back soon. And every time Nico talks to me, I'm so scared I can't sleep."

"Uh, it's not murder either way. Besides, I don't think I'm Nico... But Marie's a beauty, so I'm glad to see her."

I'm told well, and Marie looks up cool. He thinks, "Say more," and I'll take a look at this one.

My body is still a child, but the reality is that I'm an adult, so it's not bitter to escort a pretty child. Rather, it stands out as being neat enough to make you happy just watching, so it rewards you for being busy.

The hair has a light cotton wool color and is too glossy to call it gray. Should I say silky hair?

The eyes are light purple and it makes me think that the expression "like a gem" is perfect because it looks like an amethyst. Although my back length is not so different, I am not even close to my feet when it comes to intelligence because of my long life. [M]

As we proceeded along the river, the ruins soon appeared.

The entrance to the Nazr Nazr ruins is lined with mossy rocks and caved holes. Rumor has it that it is an underground city that has been around for quite a long time and certainly perished a thousand years. What caused it is still riddled with mystery.

"Shall we go, Marie"

"Yeah, Kazhiho, nice to see you again today."

Ride up to the cave, then pull your luxurious hand and lift it.

Light as a bird in a nazzle, and if she jumps into her chest with all the momentum because of it, her big eyes go up in the middle of nowhere.

"... can't you manage those sleepy eyes anymore?

"You know, I was born with this. There's nothing I can do."

Tickles and she smiles, waving the scepter of a leech.

The Spirit of Light, born of the wand, blurries out the sights around me and her.

He was also ready, and the search for the ruins of Nazr Nazr began when he saw Kokuri and Marie snorted.