Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Doula was the thought of challenging the showdown.

Anyway, the dress is heavy as armor and cramped because it barely sleeves through. It tightens the forged body without further ado and even thoughtfully emphasises the chest.

Fortunately, to hide the wounds on the skin, you are not only making them.

It's called a black painted carriage that picked me up. I can't breathe in my clothes or my ride. And even the sky you can see from the carriage is dimmer and dimmer with the rainy season, and soon the sun will fall completely.

The other thing I find troublesome is the fact that my companion is pointing curious eyes at me.

"... what, those eyes"

Unexpectedly, my voice is filled with depressing dissatisfaction.

The samurai, who turned her gaze to the jitter, does not flinch, but rather opens her mouth to the front-row because of excitement.

"No way, no way! I can't believe that Doolah, who used to rave about taking her virginity to the graveyard, is going to see you like this!

"... I didn't say that, and I just got an invitation to dinner. Why don't you go home now?

Even in the cold eye of annoyance, the maid looks familiar. He's bluffing on his face just like Doula, and the year should be just a little under. I can read the air if anyone else does. She quiets down, but otherwise it's annoying like this.

Rocking her legs in a mood, the samurai turns her gaze to Doula.

"But the real thing is tomorrow, right? Many will be invited to the celebration. I will check with you so that you can match your costume."

"N, I'll take care of it..."

That's how he answers his weakness with his cheeks on, and Doula sighs at the window.

Her house is not that wealthy. I survive crushing the assets I have now. For that reason, Doula, her eldest daughter, kept thinking that she would be stronger than a man for survival.

Learning about war in school is unusual for women. And in group mock warfare, he has excelled, as well as some new tactical theories.

It seems that many fall in love with the beauty of manipulating the barriers of sacred attributes and commanding them calmly. But the spirit of "would be stronger than a man" than the erotic shanty got in the way, and none of the stories ever floated...

And, if you notice, the samurai is turning a niggling grin to her husband.

"? What's wrong?

"No, it's nothing"

Earlier the samurai acknowledged that she would prepare a costume aligned with Xela at the celebration. If it is a celebration organized by the royal family, it means attending in unison, that is, promoting marriage.

Even Doula, who isn't used to socializing, will notice that so thinly.

Yet instead of denying it, the samurai seems to have conceived that she has received a positive response... and that this is real.

Nevertheless, it is not that easy.

If I were to marry that house, I would have to show my strength to the Lord first. Rumor has it that what the Southand family is looking for is not character, appearance, upbringing, etc., but just "the blood of the mighty".

It is difficult to support Doula with the knowledge of a samurai when it comes to that. It's not that easy to marry a bloody historic house.

The challenges to overcome are never small.

There may be a wave.

But somewhere the samurai was convinced that this path was the best way to make her husband happy.

I wish I could have been someone more accommodating enough to focus on having fun... and the unknown samurai secretly exhaled inside.

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Ho, ho.

I look up at night with a fuzzy girl to the unheard squeal.

There are lights like lights in the detachment surrounded by ponds, but you can't see the night sky because you can't even see the moon.

This lounge, with only its roof and pillars, has a sense of openness that Japan does not have. So I didn't go back to my mother's house, and I had an unexpected discovery that I enjoyed with Elves, and Black Cats, until nightfall.

"Huh?"

"That was close. I wonder if there's a fluke in the desert."

Answering that, she was about to hear her voice with her long ears up.

Stand up from a long sushi with thick cushions and gently close the books brought back from the ancient labyrinth. I tend to read in Japan and in my dream country, but this would be the right way to spend the rainy season.

I followed the girl and stood aligned on the edge of the pond and her stomach sounded again.

"Yeah, it's like a fudge. I'm not sure because there aren't many more in Japan."

"I've barely seen it since I left the Elf Forest. I was wondering if you could come and see me."

It's an important time for Furoku to feed her at night, and she won't bother coming. With that in mind, he takes the fruit on the table and puts it on Marie's hand, which looks suspicious.

"It's rare to live in a desert. There are rumors that you eat fruit, too. I don't know much about the birds in this world, but they might come."

"Oh, I'd love to have you here. Um... it's delicious.

Fruit on both hands, the elf invites him to the night.

That's cute somewhere and makes me want to watch it forever.

She is changing her appearance day by day. I begin to acquire feminine softness and realize that even my face, attitude and voice are as different as they were a few months ago.

I have heard that elves live for a long time but grow after they leave the woods. He grew up in a cradle, nestled and mixed into the world.

I sink into my thoughts looking at the side in a long night outfit. It must have been seen by her growing in such a good direction, with the fairy's stirring beauty.

Was, Was, Was...

I hear that sound, and I look up into the sky, too.

It is a night when the stars are also invisible, but it is in sight that the birds are faintly winged. As we stare in alignment, it changes the angle so that it swirls...

Wow!

Sticking to the buckwheat and the girl's arm, a landed furrow appeared.

Big eyes, feathers with colors similar to sushi, a small body that seems to be able to grip with one hand, but it tilts its little neck properly and says, "Won't you give me that? Show your emotions."

"Wow, uh..."

Amethyst colored eyes would be open in the middle of nowhere and feel their weight on their arms. I'm going to turn my face around, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm going to have to give you a treat.

Eventually, the furrow that dwelt in the desert received the fruit offered, and it feathered again into the night.

What was left behind was Marie, who had a distracted look, and a black cat stirrup that rounded out to the cushion. Uridora had one eye open, but immediately crushed and began rowing the ship relaxed.

"I saw it, dude."

"You've seen it. I'm surprised it's so small."

Yeah, and the girl nods happily, and stares at her empty hands.

"Me, it's been a long time since I left the elf forest. You must have been famous for hating people, right? That's why they kept telling me to come right back."

"I wonder if Marie really hates people. It looks different in my eyes."

Take the girl's hand tilting her neck and wipe the red fruit juice with a hand tug. It left a slightly sweet smell and the soft hands became clean.

"Because there are all kinds of people. Maybe Marie has a pretty good eye for people."

"Hehe, I hope so. I meant what I said about wanting to live in Gangdong Ward. I want to live there and get along with my neighbors."

Yeah, if you can say that with a beautiful grin, you don't hate people.

At least the elves are about to have a good relationship with the people they meet in Japan. Japanese, and the only thing I remember is wanting to blend into the neighborhood.

"Well, I guess all you can tell me is to have as much fun as possible. Marie has something to attract people to, so I'm sure the results will come with it. Like that fudge."

"Hmm, you're all about it. Can't you think of anything other than entertaining me?

Hmm, I actually enjoyed watching the elves pointing their lips in exhaustion, though. Shall I keep that in my chest?

And that's when it happened.

When I heard the faint hustle and bustle and turned around, I saw a person walking from the big man's mansion. Walking ahead is a woman in a dress, and all I know is that it's a man who follows.

"Hey, I was wondering if it was Mr. Zella."

"Then I wonder if the woman is Mr. Doula. You must have said hello at the dinner party, right?

Ha, and leaning on each other's necks, the chaser Zella grabs her hand. And then we had some discussion... and when he said something, he changed direction and walked in.

"Are you coming this way?

"At this distance, I don't really see it, but I'm in a bad mood."

Eventually he crossed a small bridge in the pond and a red-haired woman arrived. It looks like a heavy dress, but it's just a calm outfit.

"Hey, Doula, calm down."

"I'm calm. I'm very calm.... Oh, both of you, you're disturbing me. I'll ask you one last favor."

When she was wrapped in the light, she looked uplifted and sharp on her cheeks. It's as powerful as entering a labyrinth. While I was surprised by the sword screen, I asked what "please" meant.

Then she wraps her sleeves around and shows off her healthy, meaty complexion.

"Please help me. Defeat the Lord of the Second Layer with us. And I'm going to make you recognize me."

Yes? And we round our eyes. I wondered what kind of conversation they were having in the middle of a greeting. sharp eyes like a blade, and "Huh!" and the rough nose also shows that Doula is boiling two and an anger.

When I ask Zella softly, she says "bad" silently...

"Amesist squad, my Andalusite squad, Zella's Bloodstone squad. I'd like to request a cooperative posture (Reid) for these three teams."

Wha! And we got slapped on the table so vigorously that we lost the force, we replied "hiccup" and "ooh, ooh".

Hey, I wonder what a miserable dinner it was.

As Zella advised, I'm glad you took your time away.

But, well, I'm just a little excited about the first cooperative posture (Reid) in my life.