Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

The wind softens her hair, sagging and tickling her neck muscles.

The moist hair was dyeing cherry blossoms due to the sunset.

There was myself somewhere stunned by the temperatures of the sleepy elves.

People walk past us as we sit on the bench. Yet I feel her heart sounds stronger than the noise.

Rinse, and the girl's fingers are stretched, and it touches her lips.

White and luxurious fingertips had petals on them, and "Nfu," he laughed small.

Yeah, it's gonna take a little longer. Not until my heart calms down.

I had the illusion that my body temperature would melt to my heart.

On this day, Sakura Festival apparently entertained tourists with sunshine and cherry blizzard.

That, of course, wouldn't have anything to do with Mariabelle, the half fairy from the fantasy world, but I kind of thought, "Let's come the next year."

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Since then, we've been on our way home with few words.

Somewhere my body is hot and I remember trying to drive safer than usual because of it.

Again, the dinner my grandfather prepared was delicious, but to be honest, I don't really remember the flavor. Probably because the sweet taste of the elves was still there.

The impression of the cherry blossoms and the girl was so strong that she occupied her head even when she put it on her shoulder to the hot tub.

- It was just then.

The old flush yard was loaded with plates.

Beyond the glass window there are plenty of night books, and the kacha kacha and the girl are washing. The old man standing next to him wipes the dishes handed to him with a cloth and serves as a basket.

The old man looks at the neighbor, but the girl can't notice it because she's not here.

I know it's nothing to worry about if I try to be an old man though. Because there are signs of a good mood coming from Marie, who even remembers how young she is.

"Yeah, I wonder if something good happened"

I almost dropped a plate on that one word, but a wrinkled hand grabs it, as I expected. "It's nothing," she laughed with her eyes to the girl who said thank you.

If you look at it this way, your grandfather's grin could be very similar to his. I have sunburn and wrinkles, but my dark night-colored eyes are somewhere to relieve me.

"... I'm surprised. She's back in Aomori, and she's a lot brighter."

That's what they say, Marie tilts her little neck. Soon I knew what he was talking about was Kitase Ichihiro, but he thought it might have been someone that dark.

As the dim bulb dyes, the old man laughs in a creaking voice.

Suspiciously, the girl sprinkles water on the plate, flushing dirt and bubbles.

"He's a pathetic kid. My daughter can't help it. Take it from me and my grandmother."

Do you remember the time, with some distant eye, the old man places a plate in his basket. Marie washed out the dishes as she remembered when she showed her hand the following.

Hiraki and the girl are looking up at the old man because they must want to hear the rest of the story.

"People, animals, cooking. That kid didn't show interest, he slept well instead. Sounds really nice and I thought it would disappear someday... I'm afraid that's all."

The tingling and elves reacted because they thought the old man knew about the world of dreams. Although it is a mouthful as if I knew it, I should have shaken my head to the side when I asked Ichiro before.

No way, did the old man keep his mouth shut after finding out about that?

The girl looks up softly at her grandfather as she hands him the plate. Hand-tuffed, the water was plucked, his eyes narrowed satisfactorily to a luster, and he was quietly treated to the basket.

"It's just, Grandma says. He said it would be more pathetic to come back from a dream.... There is no such thing. It was that stupid girl who tied her back up."

Soon the old man twists the faucet and the water stops.

The girl looked up and couldn't wash the dishes.

"Back in the city, too, that kid probably had expectations somewhere. So I was wondering if I'd see you again... but such a cute little girl brought me here."

Wrinkles and elves were stroked in the head.

The rough palms are a little rampant and his hands are still warm. It seems as if the sentiments of the old man can be conveyed from the bodily temperatures that pass on carefully.

I guess I watched warmly whether it was a distressed day or not. That's why it even conveys his mood when he welcomes him at the garden end.

I put a plate in the sink, and then I hugged it with my hands full of bubbles.

"Uncle...... Huh!

"Hehe, keep having fun. So when you're at my house, you can take that earring off."

Oh, no, this strange old man knew everything.

to the depth of its nostalgia. The elf is surprised, which is why he removes what covers his long ears without falsehood. Pong and his grandfather slapped him on the shoulder to the girl who stood mindful of her identity.

"Mm, that's a half fairy elf. It's adorable enough to dream about."

Again, Mariabelle opened her eyes.

I wonder how far this old man really knows.

That's why it was amazing when I got back from the bath.

When we were all relaxing, watching TV and talking about going to bed, we finally realized we were dewning our long ears.

The girl and grandfather laughed in a hurry. "The only thing that looks sleepy is the look on your face." I got a scolding that I don't quite understand.

That's crazy. When were these two consigned?

That's how Aomori's night went further.

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I looked up and there was beautiful sunshine.

Apparently, the weather held out more than forecast.

In the morning Hiromae Station, many tourists are also seen on their way home, with pre-ticket announcements flowing.

And my grandfather gave me an envelope when he gave me a reliable grin. Tilt his little neck and he'll put it on his hand, "Take it".

"Mm, add me to my travel expenses. You're not alone in the company yet."

"Well, I'm meant to be alone.... Isn't this a lot?

It weighs more than I thought I would try, and Kashakasha and the price (price) count in my head......

"It means you can use it for other destinations or when you come here again. You haven't even taken Mariabelle to Mount Rocky yet."

Oh, speaking of which.

There are historic shrines, and ski resorts in the winter. Just don't make even society feel the weight of this amount.

Then Grandpa turned his gaze to Mariabelle.

"Come back when you're free. I'll be waiting any minute."

"Yes, uncle. I'll definitely go play!

Grandpa eats at the girl who hugs her wrist and momentum well.

She's honest and very good at everything. Have a warm and enjoyable time and be a deep understander to us.

While the old man was stroking his head, Marie burst into tears at the signs of parting.

"Uh, you can't do this. Until I..."

Unusual eye-catching grandfather must have been hit by the purity of the elves too. No matter how smart you are or how rubbed by the public, I know the root part is very pretty.

I waved goodbye, and we followed Aomori.

As we went through several tunnels, lunches were arranged in the Shinkansen seats. The specialty "Hotaru Lunch Box" and "Aomori Making Lunch Box" show delicious colors.

Even as I hit my tongue drum on it, sometimes the girl looks out the window.

I'm sure you think of Aomori, who is deep and emotional.

"Well, how was your trip to Aomori?"

I ask the black cat in the basket as he plugs it in. [M] I simply wanted to hear your thoughts on your first trip to Shinkansen.

The girl looked back and stared at my face for some reason. One breath, with a very beautiful grin, Marie answers:

"Nfu, great"

Sounds like a lot of memories are stuffed with thoughts that aren't too wordy.

Then you should already eat something delicious and enjoy the rest of the holidays.

Gow! and as the Shinkansen went through the tunnel, a pleasant blue sky was spreading.

Hey, it was a lot of fun, Aomori.

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- Ancient labyrinth.

At the time of death, the devil gave me the worst gift (gift).

It opened a gateway to the demonic realm and turned it into a mayhem.

Kill the overflowing demons and destroy the gates. I didn't know you were going to spend a whole day working on just that.

The leader of the Paralyzed Diamond Squad finally gives up leaving it to his men.

All the demons have been cleaned up.

But not everything has been cleaned up.

By defeating the last Lord of the First Hierarchy, there is a silence that has never existed in the ancient labyrinth.

The sound of a shoe called a cutlet sounds high and sounds like it even echoes the ceiling.

That's why the shallow-black skinned elf stares at him with hot eyes while holding onto his red-dyed belly. Every time he approaches, his cheeks stain, so much so that when he arrives in front of him, he shivers his body all the way.

"... Eve, are you hurt?

"No, not enough to care for Master Zarish"

Yeah? And the young man tipped his little neck.

Apparently, the words I threw had different meanings.

"You're the only one who got hurt. If you can't do it again, I'll think about it."

"... Huh!?

The young man no longer sees her with eyes open as if she had been bathed in ice.

Which is more of a concern to him than to a different woman. That woman I met in the oasis, that one diminishes my interest in the Eve.

Dragon Man, plus Spirit Mage Elf, both were quite precious (rare), and when I defeated the Lord earlier than anywhere else in the First Hierarchy, I only got the feeling "I knew it".

He walks alone as he ponders some arithmetic.

He is a famous collector (collector), but the collection box (box) is limited. It is his usual habit to touch several of the rings put on his fingers.

He went to a place where no one could hear him, put up a line to protect his surroundings, and then crushed it to no one.

"Shall we get started? Are you ready?

The voice echoed in the small room, and disappeared without anyone hearing it.

This is how all things began in the ancient labyrinth.

- Ancient Labyrinth Chapter END -