Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

When we both went home, the time was about to be 9: 00 already.

Marie, who enjoyed French, went to bed in some fluttering footsteps and fell asleep with Boosen.

You may behave slightly badly, but, well, this is our room.

Nevertheless, she also said earlier when she broke up with your wife, "Welcome, Desita. It was delicious, Death" and so on.

Thank you. I don't think I remember Japanese fast enough. The couple also seemed to enjoy Marie's reaction, and she is definitely invited to do so again.

"I'm going to burn the bath now, so don't go to sleep. Oh, laundry and dishwashing, thank you for replacing me"

The dishes in the kitchen flush were arranged, and the laundry was properly folded. Both polite chores must represent her serious personality.

Thankfully, Mukuri and the girl wake up her upper body.

"Yeah, that's not that big of a deal. Besides, it would have been better to study while doing something... Yeah, no, I'm sure I'll fall asleep here"

I get out of bed in the first place, and the next time I hold a chair, I bring it to the side of the kitchen. If you wonder what you're doing, apparently you want a peek at my cooking.

"Well, what lunch are you going to make today? Even so, I'm full, though I may not be so into it."

"Right, shall we make it light? Hey, can I talk to you?

Yes, I had sushi eaten a while back. She remembered the sushi because it was juice, and the girl nodded at me immediately.

Now that you have some seasonal spring cabbage to enjoy teething, why don't we cook this one in the range?

Cook the rice and talk to the girl as she takes out the ingredients.

"Speaking of which, about the labyrinth, is there anyone I know that Marie could do a shield (tank) or something?

"Uh... We don't know each other, but that's a challenge."

Oh, was she experiencing the same problem?

The drawback for us is simply that there is only an "attacker". Normal parties have shields (tanks), which are defensive roles, and healers (healers), some with exploratory skills.

I don't want that much, but I want to at least make it a system that can be dedicated to attack.

"But what a shield (tank) without a job is anyway a terrible character for a nose knob. Besides, we have to take into account our level differences."

"Uh, because Marie's 32 and I'm 72... right, maybe not very attractive"

If one level is too high, the experience of the other members naturally decreases. So to some extent, I think it's common sense that it's normal to align it to a close level...

Deep-fried in a pan, Marie peeks over where she has a fallen lid.

"Have you forgotten that? I can't keep my members quiet about your mysterious abilities."

"Ahhh... right. I really don't want to tell you that."

What the hell would happen if people were to say, "I can travel a different world than Japan"?

The Sorcerer's Guild makes it a proposition to figure out technology. Definitely would try to find out the secret, and they might do a lot of experiments. When that happens, you won't be able to enjoy the world of your dreams anymore.

"... Yeah, shall we postpone the underground labyrinth until we have the system in place? You could just stand up for me."

"Hmm, I'm sure you'll be fine, but you're stubborn enough to be overprotective."

Uh, I'm not trying to be stubborn...?

I'm just doing what I deserve as a man rather than overprotective, and I'm still careful not to overcook my care...

Stop the fire properly and keep the fried oil cold. This will stain the flavor and allow you to enjoy the juice.

When I saw her, the girl was smelling sweet.

"I wonder if Marie also likes the smell when she's cooking"

"Yeah, I like the way you smell. Unlike curry, I feel warm all around me."

Hmm, shall we enjoy the aroma of Japanese cuisine?

When vinegar is added to a cooked rice cooker, the smell turns even stronger. The stiff rice sucked vinegar, and if we put it on the dining table, it looked gleaming.

"Oh, fuck off! And it smells so... sour!

The elf makes his eyes black and white at the smell of backwards. Freshly cooked rice is hot and dissipates vinegar with steam. The smell of a little tightness occupies the kitchen if you fan it with a straw.

Skipping heat to the extent of human skin calms the scent a lot. When the natural sweet smell of rice is mixed, and the sesame seeds are filled there, and the drug flavor is added, it transforms into a fluffy sweet sourness, and a fragrant one.

It becomes the "gentle smell" she just said, and Marie shows a little face to the fu. The girl's lips were opened when she thought she was like a cat in the sun, etc.

"Ugh, I'm gonna spit on my own! I'm so hungry...... mmm, smells so good!

"Yeah, because Japanese food is often cold. The smell is strong and funny when you're making it."

She was caught by the scent, and Marie nods with a fluffy look. The bath is cooking, but Mr. Elf seems fascinated by the scent.

Then squeeze the juice of the fried oil just a little bit and pack the vinegar rice into a mound. I have a reputation for being cheap, easy, delicious, and not needing much more. [M]

Pack the rice and bring it to Marie's mouth, one by one.

Then reflexively, the girl ate every puck of my finger, sort of... I'll get out of the way, as a man.

Chippy lips away, the girl moves her mouth to chew.

Eating a warm dude with human skin, Marie shrugged with a happy face that was "delicious".

The cucumber juice will stain, and I'm sure the mouth will be occupied with flavor. What I then feel is the scent of sesame seeds, and every time I chew it, it goes through my nose.

"Haha, yum yum yum yum!

Why are you scratching me and my hips like cats?

Apparently, the drug flavor accent invites my appetite, and I ate one whole thing perky.

"Is this Washok? Or Yoshok?"

"Ah, that's pretty easy to hear in Japanese. Of course it's Japanese. With one of your sushi... Oh, speaking of which, you haven't had sushi yet. Marie would love to have a Japanese sushi grip..."

"No, please don't! If I stay like this, I will be fattened by Japan! Let me take a bath before I do."

At the end of the day, after a glimpse of sushi, Mr. Elf finally heads for the bath. Even so, I'll stay later and make sushi delicious in my dream world.

In a dark room with only downlights, my hand stops trying to turn the picture book.

Marie closed her eyes and had a regular sleep when she noticed. My cheeks loosen as I stuck to that child-like sleeping face.

There are two lunches on the pillow, and I clean up the picture book next to it. Something pulls me down at that time, and I look down and I realize you're holding my chest from her. I don't dislike it strangely, though I can't even move because of it.

Its small, white hands make you feel like something different than a restraint or something. I hear there's something I don't know that's ever lived.

I tried to work my thoughts to find out who I was, but I can't handle the drowsy temperatures emanating from the girl.

One big yawn came out instead.

I hope she does, too.

I hope we're all together in both worlds and don't feel bad about it.

Are you unconscious when you enter the futon, the girl slowly hugs you? I also head to sleep quietly, remembering the weight of a luxurious, light girl.

Good night, Mr. Elf.

See you in the other world.

Ugh...... and a breath that really induced drowsiness echoed in the two bedrooms.