Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

When the door was opened, a bench was placed along the wall of the small room. Down his trousers, to that place where he made a hole in the plate, Ikari and Zarish sit in frustration.

The windows are small and I can't even see the moon because of the rainy season. There was no light but a lamp placed on the side, and he exhaled a deep sigh as he was surrounded by the sound of rain echoing from the outside.

"Huh......, dammit!

The Black Rose Knight is on the lookout beyond the door. Then there's nothing to be afraid of - and it's getting out of sorts.

According to the strange inheritance of the head I heard earlier, this hall does not welcome Zarish as its main source. On the contrary, resentful spirits even seem to be swirling in some way.

It's a disgusting place. I've always felt the kind of gaze they see from all over the place, and sometimes when I hear little laughs. I can't believe I've ever lived in a place like this...

Oops!

Bitter. He knocks the door hard only once and moves only his dark eyes slightly.

What is it, what is it now? Did someone slap you, or did Pseli even signal you? - Yes, yes, what is Pseli doing?

"Pseli......, hey, are you there?

He should be here. It's weird if you don't. Zarish ordered me to provide security here. The ring seals her will and never leaves there, no matter what.

But the lack of a response makes my heart beat faster.

Something's wrong. Something is happening. But I don't know what that is. When I wiped my forehead with my hands, the warmth and sweat clumped together.

At that time, a woman's voice echoes to the bathroom.

"Dear Zarish, hehe..."

"Oh, there you are, good..."

It leaks more relief breath and freezes at the same time. Her voice was heard right at her feet, under the door. Something black appears to be crawling around on the floor there in the dark. Something massive black......

Even the throat from the tease, and leaks a faint voice.

"What are you doing? Hey, what are you doing!

"What..."

She shrugged, and laughed, and then her voice disappeared.

I'm tired of hearing disgusting noises from around me, but it's dark and I can't see anything.

Wow. I thought. Wow, I wanted to scream and get out of this narrow, dark place.

But because of the alcohol I drank scattered, it doesn't seem to fit all the time. On the contrary, the lower abdomen is suddenly shrinking and continues to flow in a weak momentum.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!

I held the lamp with my hands wet in sweat and pointed it to the floor.

No, maybe I should have seen it. From the gap of the door, the lights of the lamp sway into small pieces as the black ones wave in.

Oh, that reminds me of a black twat... tons of human hair.

Normally, I'm already screaming. But his throat was tight and he said, "Ugh! Ugh!" I can only repeat short shouts. Vitali and Zarish stopped as they grabbed the railings thoughtfully and lit up everywhere like crazy with a lamp.

From under the door, my fingers grew because of my hair.

I'm not sure if it's a man or a woman. It's a loose finger.

Softly goes inward, and the next finger grows.

And two, and three, and it grew, and under the door with the eel. Slowly increasing the number, his spine trembled zoomed to the sight of being filled with surprises from end to end, from bottom to top.

"Ugh, uh-huh! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Repeating his small, chopped breath, Zarish comes up with one.

Yeah, there's a window. You just have to run out of there.

The moment I turned around, there was a blue-white boy's face fitted with a spool.

"Mwwww!!

I can't do this anymore, I can't do this anymore. He also renounced putting his pants back on, unlocked the doorway on his grump, and pushed it at his disposal.

Unexpectedly, the door opens lightly and Zarish rolls into the hallway.

He saw as the flash ran and dyed his surroundings like midday. A woman standing in the rain in the garden. It's pompous in the distance, but she looks familiar. That's the Black Rose Knight, the last survivor......

"P, seri......?

Nagging, she was just struck by the rain, staring at the ground.

It's an unusual sight. What makes a beautiful woman not wander in the rain and drip her arms down?

His cheeks twitch and cramp at will, rolling to the floor, and his whole body tremor increases more when combined with the subtlety that exposed the dendrites.

As he fell to the stone floor, Zarish called her name only once more, thinking softly.

You heard her... No, you heard her, she raised her face at an unusual rate. You're wearing a black blade mask all over the place! and warm things leak momentum well.

No, not anymore. It's not her usual way of walking over here, the sleigh, the sleigh, and the way.

It is not Pseli or the like who bends his neck and turns his hand to scratch this way.

And also, on the arms that grew off the stone floor, his whole body was total hair.

"Ohhhh!

It's disgusting enough to make you rumble your butterflies and hands and feet. The arms I've touched are as warm and lukewarm as my life, and when I pay them, they disappear. Still, something new grows from the ground again and screams leak out of my throat.

rose up, and Zarish escapes as he manages to pull up his pants. The wet trousers are hard to lift up and I have to walk clumsily and cheeky.

He is stroked from his transparent arm to his back, peeling his eyes at the feeling of being touched up to his body.

That's when.

"Zary......"

I was whispered in my ear, much more than the sound of rain.

He bites his back teeth, which keep ringing, and even if he doesn't like it, his eyes move to you on their own.

To that dreadful mask wet in the rain, and to the voice of Pseli that could be heard, Zarish ran out screaming as if it had been played.

He ran to roll, entered the hall from the corridor, closed the door to the buckwheat, and then closed the key with a trembling hand.

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Well, I'm unfamiliar with horror, but I also think I've been grasping this unique thing a lot. I think so with a cry and a look at Zarish escaping to the mansion.

"Then why don't we go inside the door and grow our hair hallucinating like we just did? Make it feel like a rose."

That's how he communicated (chat), and Shirley, who was possessed by Mr. Puselli, got his thumbs up. Oh, that's quite a charming move.

Well, you'd better keep her mask on. Because invisibility of everything stirs people's imagination and increases their fear.

Now, one of the things that matters to horror is "consistency".

It looks like a cursed Black Rose Hall, viewers by showing similar hallucinations everywhere...... hypothetical buds are born in Zarish.

For once, aren't you hated by the resentful spirits in this mansion?

Didn't the Black Rose clan have a rough night?

... that's how it goes.

I still said, "Hi-ah!" I heard a scream from inside the door.

Though as far as I'm concerned, I feel more like watching the cont than horror because there is also a dodgy laugh of women from communication (chat).

Don't! The sound that sounds like is probably trying to wake the others. But you mustn't disturb your sleep at this hour. Besides, a temporary relief is no longer necessary for the performance of this place.

That's why we never sound in the room, and let's give them a restful night.

but, and the sound of unlocking, the door slowly opened. Well, Shirley can always unlock anything, but this kind of thing is a promise that needs to be wasted.

Now, it's a straight dark hallway to spread out there, and I'm sure somewhere he'll be lurking.

I whisper to Shirley in communication. [M]

"I was wondering if you could sing along with me if you'd like. This is a song I just thought Marie would be better suited for this occasion if the pitch was off."

Kokuri and she nodded small.

And suddenly, the lonely singing sounded to the unpopular corridor.

"There's someone out there. Somebody's calling.

If you got lost in the Black Rose Hall.

Fill your mouth with dirt.

Let the flowers bloom. "

I'll walk slowly and repeat my current song.

At first, I don't really care. I'm an adult, and I can listen to scary songs. But over and over again, they continue to override the memory field, and the fear turns into something darker.

Just there - in a rattling place behind the hallway, Zarish would be holding his mouth and trembling.

At that time, you better not find it right away. On the other side, walk away from him. The hair grows walls like rose twats, making disturbing noises around them.

Something horrible keeps me away when I realize I'm being caught up. And you look at the door that stays open and you find hope that you might be able to "get away with it," huh? Every time I get close to it, I think I'll be relieved from my heart.

No, of course, Marie and I know exactly where we are.

Slowly crawling down the floor, something touches his arm as he tries to escape. - It's a woman's black hair. Of course that doesn't end. Slowly turning his gaze to the tip of his hair, there awaits a dark ceiling.

Sumi on the ceiling, from the darkest part, the Black Rose Knight watched Zarish.

Biaaaahhhh!

Well, the hard part would be this scream.

A gruesome scream makes sense of intimidation trying to keep something horrible away. I mean, if you lose this, you're missing out on acting as a horror.

To make sure that doesn't happen, you have to outperform the screams and tell them that everything is useless, whether you cry or call.

"Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!

The easiest part is this laugh that screams.

I laugh at him in a mocking way and teach him mentally that Zarish is a short human being. Now he would have known better that he was a small, weak, timid person.

Then he gives birth to my head, hands and feet, and invites him to the madness side. It's easy to have metastases and phantoms around here. Yeah, I wonder if you'd like HQ not to call you "disgusting" either.

Anyway, he stripped his white eyes and lost his mind.

Then the performance after this is no longer for him. Tie your hands and feet up with your hair, and drag them into the dark.

One by one he is swallowed up into darkness, Batan! and the door closes at a fierce speed. This means asking viewers to imagine at will what will happen later.

Well, to this point, it's just a game.

He gave me a big round of applause over at headquarters over there, and I wonder if you, as far as I'm concerned, remember the odd satisfaction.

Now, as the night grew white, there was me and Zarish in the deserted river plain.

He is still losing his mind and letting him sit in the shadow of the Great Rock.

The river is rising to the water level like a rainy season, with a brown smell and a roaring sound. The water level was much higher than usual, which narrowed the river plain a lot and covered it with low back length grass from both shores.

Japanese communication (chat) to the back of the ear resonates when I think about about about 6: 00 at night.

"Hmm, I thought about this from the beginning."

Even in the morning, the voice of a dragon man does not seem to sleep, but rather is a gentle thing to even remember motherhood. To that one word, the fingers that were grasping the pattern of the sword would tremble.

"Uridora just can't be deluded. I wonder if we're both sleeping properly."

"... um, I sleep with a nice face. It's going to make me sleepy."

Exhale with relief.

I don't want the two of us to see what we're going to do if we can.

"Don't keep your male voice. I thought you were a kid, but when are you gonna be reliable?"

"It's not like that. Actually, I'm prone to anger, and I'm a dangerous man who doesn't know what to do."

Kuzuki and the dragon laugh, and exhale in alignment with each other.

Breathing as carefree as the morning was the same kind, even if it was all the way away. I'm sure she's looking up at the white sky the same way.

Is that why I send word to her in a much more honest way than usual?

"Thank you, Uridora. You stayed out of my way that day with Zarish...... thanks"

"I am neglectful of people's manners. I thought it would be necessary. It's not a reason, it's just a thought."

I would appreciate it.

If I had left him in the wild like that, I would surely have kept dragging him on forever. Whether you're playing or not.

Besides, if the dragon man had defeated him, I would drag him down as well. I must have always remembered the burden of pushing dirty things on her.

So this is a stage for me.

Maybe it's a terrible act to be self-satisfied. But I can't turn back on this path.

Again, I lay my hands on the sword pattern.

And think of him...

"... we have an interesting story to tell. There actually seems to be only one condition for it to be a number"

To that word, the power of my fingers fell out.

The narrower horizons widened, and a small budding curiosity gave voice to the Dragonman.

"What is it, like showing strength or something?

"No, you're not. I don't care if she dies."

Another thing that spreads my curiosity to her words.

And somehow I thought of Mariabel in my head.

Half fairy elves are always adorable and bring when reading books. When I remember that little weight, I can warm up from the back of my chest, whether it's Japan or in my dreams.

Uridora whispered in a gentle voice to me thinking about it.

"Having a child is a dangerous thing. That's why the females think this opponent wouldn't mind dying. And for the first time, it's my turn."

"So it's not me you choose. If I hear that, I'll lose my shoulder strength."

I giggled with the creep and the dragon man.

Yes, it's the same as always. Always the girl's curiosity determines the way, and Marie's whim connects her hand with mine.

Sometimes I notice, I look up at the sky and ask, just like I did earlier.

"Uridra, I don't think so... do you believe you can win from the front?

"I don't like the word believe. I wish, son of man."

I knew what she was going to say, and I let go of my sword.

Then let's keep this hand clean so the half fairy elf can hold it, and keep his promise to Eve - that he won't bleed as much as possible.

The man groaned when the sky was already white.

"Hey, you're up, Zarish. I wonder if you enjoyed the night of terror."

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For a moment, he looks rugged, then he rubs his eyebrows loose. Severe fear and tension will make your whole body tense and perhaps remember intense fatigue.

Nevertheless, his combat might not have much effect either. Somehow he's even called a brave candidate.

"You... where are you...!

"It's a long way from your house. It's just that you can't walk home."

He seems to be observing his surroundings without alarm and checking for anyone else.

There's nobody here but me. Marie and Eve are supposed to be asleep, and I made this place up on my own.

He is surprised that Zarish has a sword there when he hands on his hips. I can't help it. If you had lost your mind, you could have probably killed him.

To him who opens his eyes, I speak in a quiet voice.

"I'm glad we ended up playing, but my resentment toward you hasn't cleared up."

"Resentment... did I ever kill you?

No, no, I'm not angry about that. Even now, most of the women I meet have killed me. Even if I don't tell you that by mouth, you'll see my expression. [M]

"As it looks, I'm just a kid. I reached out to the half fairy Mariabelle, to you, and to a lot of women... and apparently I remember something rarely called anger for me"

To the meaning of the word, Zarish grinned deeply.

For him, who has taken a woman as he pleases, he will have seen the look of a man like this... taken from him many times. That's why I thought, the usual one.

That's a lot easier to understand than last night's prank, and that's why fear emotions disappear from his face.

"I want to protect my precious woman. Like the woman around you, I can't forgive you for making me cry... what a stinking word to put out in your mouth."

"Ha - it's been much easier to tell since I had my life. What, I'm a snatcher. Keep giving up until the day you get your life expectancy, Phantom."

The fun horror times for this one are over, pointing the sword at each other with a mighty monster named him.

That must be my selfishness and what the Demon Dragon wants.

Because of the backlight, his eyes shine like beasts, and his instincts exposed to compelling killings just scream, "Run away".

But a nightmare for Mariabelle is the target.

Then I'm sorry, but let's finish his journey here.

I still don't know the name of the emotion behind my chest. [M]

And hot as a magma, it had a hunch somewhere that it would soon be named.