Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

A camp was laid on the ruins of Uger Peak.

When a total of less than 1,500 people occupy the area around the oasis, it becomes a different sight than when they visited on the leveling with the elves a long time ago.

At that time, the focus was on the oasis, as long as there were empty ruins of cancer left behind. But now supplies are piled up in the pit with mountains, filled tightly with tents strewn with cloth.

That too should be true. The ruins are home to a new labyrinth, and the country is taking the lead to unearth the demonic stones. That's why we have an atmosphere close to an army base camp.

They're handing it out to the elites who make the break-in... but it's none of our business being a participant outside the country. While watching such a sight, we had secretly surrounded the burning fire on a high platform that we had previously utilized in leveling.

If you look down, their expressions are bright and mixed with those who play the instrument, which is going to carry out an unprecedented search for the labyrinth.

Looking away at them in the bustle, we were resting slowly.

The sun is setting abundantly and thanks to the oasis we are fortunate to fall asleep cool.

On my shoulder with a blanket, a girl by the name of Mariabelle comes along and sneaks up on the boat. Thanks to the body temperature transmitted from her, it gets heavy to this eyelid.

And there was another dragon looking up at the clear blue sky.

Its side exaggerates the tip of its jaw, a woman with long black eyelashes. He has eyes as clear as the sky and makes me wonder if he must be seeing a different sight than we are seeing.

It shows as a fantastic sight somewhere, and I stare at it with a grudge.

Her identity is a magical dragon, one that can never be reached by man. Still, for some reason, I even feel like reaching for it.

Blurred and thought were sumptuous, and as the magic dragon watched, it darkened to fall into the water.

And we open our eyes.

I remember the light of a blurry day and am wrapped in a soft futon that has changed since before.

I can enjoy a good night's sleep, but the girl with her forehead matched her eyes and her heart wobbled.

Sarasa's white hair has sleeping gussets, and she has beautiful light purple eyes in the meantime.

I'm as tall in my dreams, but in this world - in Japan, I'm an adult all the time. And I can tell that the girl is not a child as she looks, but also a species called the Half Fairy Elf because of her pinned and stretched ears and her unexpected appearance as a person.

The girl slackened her mouth, and whispered as though it were important: "Sunday, Kazhiho". If you look at it, there are two small gen tricks peeking from the futon, shaking small back and forth.

Of course I feel smiling when I see such a trick, and I lose my temper to enjoy it.

"That's your second day off. Is it okay if I wake you?

"Yes, of course. But I'm in trouble, I can't help myself because I'm awake. Here."

To put it that way, he snubbed my fingers with little genius tricks and tightened them up with cucumbers. I guess the unreliable grip doesn't make the strength seem as if it's because of her waking up, as she put it.

It carves wrinkles between the eyebrows and seems to roar hmm, but it's something that makes you feel tickled when wrapped in a pounding body temperature.

"Then I'll wake you up. Stay still."

"Yeah, let me ask you a favor."

The futon reveals a thin chest wrapped pyjama and a luxurious arm clutches around his neck to welcome him. Elf's ears touched his cheeks and he swayed patterned as if they were ticklish.

The light and soft body makes you feel like you're still a girl, even if you're small, and slowly lets you sit on the edge of the bed.

Perhaps I'm still tired of scrubbing my eyes around.

"Yesterday was kind of you. Let's just relax today."

"Yeah, let's do that. I'm sorry, I fell asleep yesterday on my way home. I think I'm tired of playing."

No, no, no, I get up with my head shaking to the side.

I want Marie to have a great time, and it's something I feel I've gained just by seeing that look on my face. Even I am delighted to have enjoyed the hot springs.

"I can't believe I slept better than you, 'cause I'm gonna take away my dream swordsman stock."

I was walking to the kitchen, and my feet were about to slip.

Um, I'm still supposed to only get average sleep. Um... about eight to twelve hours. Yeah, yeah, it should probably be okay.

Light the cacilli and stove and place on a one-handed pan with about a few centimeters of water.

Place the dosadosa and tea leaves in the boil and leave it there for a while. Then the room was fluffy with a hint of tea and the sensitive elves on his nose quickly noticed.

"Oh, isn't it the usual way to brew? I think the smell is strong."

"Just a little bit. Someone at work taught me."

Bite down the flaw and wait blurry in front of a boiling one-handed pan.

Add milk where the smell is sufficient, and in the meantime prepare cups, etc. I boiled it again as it was and stopped the cock and fire when it was about to blow over.

Tea leaves can always be anything, and I don't have a flair, but should I use sudden sushi? What, whatever tastes good.

And when you pour it into a cup, you can make homemade royal milk tea.

When I transported her to the table with the scones I bought at the convenience store, Marie sat in the sunny seat and waited. He's in the middle of making three knits to both sides, finger-screwing his sleeping hair.

"It's just tea," the girl smiles bitterly as she stares at this one with an excited face.

"Oh, I wonder if you've ever brought something normal?

"Uh, all the things I've ever put out are normal. Two glasses of sugar."

When I snort, the girl's long ears also shake.

The sugar pocket by the table was somehow bought by both of us.

I've noticed more tea. [M] Previously, when I went to the coffee shop, I bought it to see if it would fit the girl's mouth, and now it is becoming routine.

I just think this is a good idea.

I enjoy the fact that my daily routine with Marie has come into being and that in the morning I have a habit of brewing nature and tea. Because when it came to my routine, it was like "getting in bed and sleeping", hey.

The end of the girl's mouth loosens when her mouth is applied to milk that is slightly black.

The smell of the tea leaves is transferred to the water in abundance, and the milk is transformed into a mellow flavor. Milk prevents the scent, so they should smell the tea leaves like they did earlier before pouring them.

The sound of a slipper called a puff was heard from her feet, and Marie leaked a small voice.

"Hmmm...... hey hey hey"

Eyes peel, then exhale with a relaxed look.

White milk lingers on the colored lips, and I'm sure they enjoy the smell of fluffy tea leaves.

Outside, the town is sprawling with concrete that looks like Gangdong Ward, but makes me think that the difference with the girl with the white and dazzling hair is so intense. No, I might have gotten used to seeing this now. It is becoming commonplace for me to have Marie in the dream world and in this Japan.

The scent-weak elf tasted plenty of tea aftertaste, opening his slightly pale purple eyes.

"It's a beverage called Royal Milk Tea, and although it's changing the way it's brewed, it's made in Japan."

"Yeah, let me give you a compliment. Mr. Royal Milk Tea has passed."

If you think your index finger has been stretched, you are pushed through your nose and your eyes are rounded. It was apparently the meaning of passing that they drew the circle as it was.

Hey, if you had a flower mall for Mr. Elf, Mr. Tea would be looking forward to it, too.

We laughed when we dull each other, and that's how we had a relaxing breakfast.