Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Doula was walking in the dark, narrow hallway with cuttlefish and a big again.

Those who made red hair look like flames, and were resting in its power, rushed to give way to their way up.

The 3D position created by Mariabel was a massive one that spanned three layers. Nevertheless, the area is badly noisy because it accommodates fewer than fifty personnel and releases bows and magic for interception.

Still, Doola did not wander them, but continued to walk with a rugged face as if she was out of sight. Those who take turns resting are sucked in their gaze by their force.

When it comes to fighting with extremely few victims, why the hell? And they think.

Yes, this battle, and hence the third tier of offense, is less damaging on record.

The cooperation front (Reid), which integrates the four teams, is powerful, but its most admirable would be the "small number of victims".

One of the reasons is the change in the Andalusite squad led by Doula.

In the past, they have been devastated. Based on his experience, he trained in holy power to fight demons more forcefully.

Protect the troops by means of multiple barriers and reduce the number of casualties with the power of healing.

He was not indispensable for seating to move his troops more efficiently and had begun to feel the usefulness in a third tier offense.

- It was that arrowhead thing.

Reaching the room of the spread just a little bit, Doula's anger at the sight soars. The red hair stood slightly upside down and the open eyes glanced around the room.

Oh, my God, this is breathtaking without thinking...

About five of the wounded are put to sleep on the floor, and despite the desperate healing (heels) of the crew, the voices of bitterness fill the area.

Black blood flowed from the wound, and she was stunned to see if it was still eroding or making it rise black to the blood vessels.

"Captain! No, it's like the scratches aren't blocked...!

Those in danger are slamming butterflies and limbs, and we can see at a glance that despair is near. No, there was also the possibility that only one victim was sorry.

Zella, the big man who was speaking to his people, invites him to "come here".

"... look, black is coming up to my eyes. Maybe we can turn it into a demon."

"Huh!? I'm holding hands and feet, and I'm sending my life force to resist."

Powerful poison...... no, that's more than that.

What comes to mind as the cause is that he was stabbed from a black spear during an earlier collision? I didn't feel bad from the looks of it, but I didn't know it was such a dangerous weapon.

Touch the chest of a well-trained cavalry member while teething inside. The wrist, the hand of the bloody trooper, has been shaken.

"No, you can't, you shouldn't. also, I can't anymore, excessive healing... sounds like a later battle"

"Shut up and sleep, Loki. I will not allow you to be a demon."

"... then put my neck with that sword... please, I will"

Doola's anger swells.

He's right about dying. It is the saints who are extremely vulnerable to unknown diseases. Probably will have the worst fatalities soon to heal.

But to a situation where a warrior's soul is being molested, his soul burns with "resistance".

That's why, when he noticed those who showed up at the door, Doola hit his wrath.

"Stay back, Mariabelle, Shirley! It could be contagious!

The girl in the elf trembled and shook the hand of a woman. The voice sounded because of the narrow place, and I guess that was very scary.

Shirley sweats like trouble and looks at the two of us. And slowly he gave his lips to the girl's ear, and whispered something there.

While showing fright, the girl turns her pale purple eyes toward the doula.

"I hear this disease has something in it called magic vegetables. Healing to the human body also affects magic vegetables to speed up their erosion."

"Huh!? Guys, stop the healing hand!... What do you guys know about it?

The two looked at each other as if they were having trouble with the inquiry - eventually, Kokuri and the elf nodded. It's like saying you don't mind if I reveal a secret.

And Shirley walks out slowly.

She is one who has existed since antiquity and knows the devil.

The embroidered blindfold covering his eyes is removed, and the soldier who enlightens death slightly opens his eyes.

Shirley was changing her existence. The slight contour of the body becomes blurry, and the blue sky eyes bordered by long lashes become dew.

Unexpectedly, Doula paved the way and instead a white, clean fingertip touched the wound.

- Circulation of life and death.

I've also heard Mariabelle somewhere that she's a woman who played such a role.

But it was precisely at this moment that I understood what it meant. He opened his eyes as he pressed his pale, tinted lips against the black, dirty wound.

Shirley doesn't care if there's blood.

Eventually the filthy blood, its rooted magic vegetables, will be purified and poured into her throat. Ringing a crisp white throat - there was only a red wound left there.

"This is...! No way. Without the help of God......!?

The word may be a little off.

She is now, so to speak, close to God's apprenticeship. It can be said that it is an inverted being, freed from the labyrinth it was tying, and at the same time from the existence of a demon.

To some unrealistic sight, not only Doola but other faces open their eyes.

But it is the healed man who is the mighty one, who wets his cheeks as if incomprehensibly with the passion that comes from the back of his chest.

What the hell is this?

I wonder what the emotions will boil after this.

The feeling of touching the back of your chest without worrying about dirt and being pressed against your sober lips is probably something you will never forget. Warm as the sun, this feeling of golden life being poured into it.

As if, yes... in a leaking day, it's as clear as looking up into the sky of Alirai. Do these blue sky eyes make you think so?

Who is the woman who enters the back of her chest, inhales the filth that everyone has given up, and moves her lips "on her lips"?

I want to know her. I want to get closer. If my wish is right, I want to swear allegiance to the king.

"Shirley... Dear"

Hmm? and a pretty wrinkle floated between Shirley's eyebrows, but there are plenty of other seriously ill people. The soldier, who tried to kiss his hand, was beaten from Gotun and Doula.

On this day, as many as five lives were saved.

At the same time, I would start a strange custom of being a SS...... that's another later date.

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Ooh, I can't help but hear you.

Marie's position took more time than usual. At the corner of the hall there is an L-shaped three-dimensional position, and as soon as you get inside, you can see the stone staircase.

I see, is the ground floor part just a wall?

The same goes for the walls, but it's more efficient to defend them from high positions. Maybe after understanding the size and characteristics of the enemy, Marie decided on the structure.

The ceilings are low and narrow enough that you have to avoid each other when you mess with other crew members. Nevertheless, this does not require habitability, but is built to maintain strength.

"Is this the third floor? Ah. Um, don't let our elves get better every day."

"You can often build this size on your own. Our magician is twisting her neck about what's going on with her magic."

Pseli looks back as she takes off her helmet, etc.

Sleepy, dark hair drips and shines with just a few drops of sweat. I've been smiling slightly when I pay for it with my hands.

Though, you can't exactly tell me that you have the help of a magic dragon to produce magic just by breathing. However, I guess the good thing about Marie is that she uses her head for efficiency without drowning in magic.

"But it's fascinating to be able to rest in enemy formation. Diamonds will welcome as many magicians as you like."

Whoa, did the solicitation still go on?

As for me wanting to play easy, I'm not going to join the team much longer. Besides, you'll need to move to Alirai first.

But when I think about it, there was resistance to migration before, but lately I realize that this is not the case.

While going up the stone stairs, think about why.

Oh, well, it's because I've gotten to know a lot more people in the last few months.

My life seems to have changed dramatically since I met Marie, even though I've been traveling alone for almost twenty years.

Hmm, don't let more people just get along in your dreams. Maybe I could try to interact with the company a little bit more.

Nevertheless, this is the situation, so it's time to take it seriously again.

In time, when I answer to think about it, Pseli and Eve wave away and walk away. And the crew noticed their return, "Sister!" "It was a beautiful advance!" and my cuddling daughters in my eyes.

Hey, I was a lot worried at one time, but when did they get along too? It's just a relief.

Well, there was another layer of stone stairs waiting for me, but there was a girl coming down one step at a time from there. Pinch the hem of the robe and slowly you will see….

"Ka, no, hi, ro,."

The identity of the adorable voice is Mariabelle with the pet bottle in her hand, and Shirley.

Just the last time I made the jump, an elf as cute as a doll widened my sight.

When I accidentally receive a drink reflexively, I notice its calm cold, and fluffy floating jellyfish.

"Ice spirits work great here too. No, my Elf might be a lot better off."

"I wonder. I've been waiting for Potsung over here while you guys were working. I was thrilled to defeat the enemy like that, so this base wouldn't be used to end it."

Oh, I was worried about that, too. If that had happened, I would have enjoyed Marie's swelling cheeks all the time.

Remove the lid and pour in its clear liquid. Smells fluffy and peachy, narrowing eyes to sweetness.

It was a short fight but the grip seems to be weakening a little and I appreciate being able to put in some break time here.

"Huh, cold and delicious. I need to get a little strength, though."

"Hmm? What, have you noticed that so far?

Sending his gaze to his crouched voice, an old man with gray hair walked down the hallway.

Marie looks back, then hides behind me softly. I just fought, so it's because I'm overwhelmed with killing from all over my body.

If you look close this way, you are long enough to be close to Zella and have a slightly more slender physique. It has a slightly wider forehead but still active atmosphere.

That Gaston peeks at me when he frowns.

"You have the same strength, but you have a bad way of using it. I'm going to be more harassed because I'm going to pop out on that scumbag. You're going to get screwed one of these days."

Oh no, he's dead all the time... can't you say that?

He looks surprised at me with no reply, follows me, and invites me by hand as I go up the stairs.

I met Marie and the others face to face for now and decided to go upstairs at the invitation of the old man Gaston.

The passage is narrow and hot and bitter because it is intercepted with bows and arrows and magic everywhere. Not so much, though, because we have reliable jellyfish you. Ho ho, ho ho ho ho and led the way, did you like the cold air or the old man also put his finger on it.

"Well. If you feel like it, I can work it out. Yeah, maybe with that pussy, but he's gonna fuck faster than me, so I can't watch him."

"From what I've seen, Mr. Gaston is the one who's powerless... oh, nothing!

I get stunned and can pull my remarks in unintentionally.

But you're a strangely compelling old man, this guy. It makes me wonder if he's a humane person to worry about, though.

Put your hands on the stone wall, and the old man looks back.

"You're the one who defeated Zarish."

"Huh..."

Kind of, I'm stuck breathing.

The reaction, though, seemed to have made me see through already, and the old man laughed "heh" in a creepy way. The wrinkles on his eyeballs deepen, and he turns to this one for a pleasant look.

"He got caught in the castle. At last, I was happy to get my tail out. But... I can't help it. I don't have the balls to confess."

"Yeah, well, yeah, yeah."

Slowly ascend the stairs, hammering appropriately.

"Well, I saw your fight earlier and thought about it. Wouldn't this be enough to fight Zarish? Holy shit."

The chill and sweat drip.

The old man's eyes still seem sharp when it comes to the merit of the year.

"Surprised, Mr. Gaston. You're sharp."

"Cut it out, not so much, but make friends with Eve, who was supposed to be the enemy. Anyone would come up with that."

The old man gave me a seed, laughing at it.

Nevertheless, this is how I found out that I defeated Zarish. I know it's nothing to say, and I don't mind... but it kind of makes me think you're a crummy old man.

Now, when we reach the upper floor, we see the soldiers.

They're releasing bows and magic through small windows, so if you peek in... oh, are you building walls with big shields and moving forward?

Ouga et al. gather in circles to advance, many of whom are discolored in black. But they're shooting (y) from above, and the more L-shaped buildings you go on, the more attacks from left and right you'll likely have a hard time.

"Fuck that. I'm taking turns resting on this one. Well, now you've got the whole Ouga thing covered."

If you have to, once again Marie can use spiritual witchcraft like a mine. Either that or now it's turning into a no-risk place to earn experience.

After that, can we just do something about that boss?

It looks like he's sucking the life force of a giant now, but I don't know when he'll make another move. Then I would like to strike my hand early.

"I guess I said demonic Cartina. So why are you hurt? Did Uridora do it, after all?

"Yeah, I was too busy to see it, but I was having a bumpy beating. Tell him later. That's not what shields are for."

Oh, you didn't hit the boss unilaterally?

And so on and so on, Shirley shows me how to punch a shrug. Apparently, I had a literal beating, and Kurakuri and my vision shook.

Oh, my God, I can't believe you've been adversely affected by Japan up to her. Nevertheless, he kept Marie safe as proclaimed, so I have no intention of complaining.

At the time, she said earlier that she was going to "go to the guy who imitated her bad taste," but it seems she hasn't returned yet. Instead, I think Mr. Elf is safe because Shirley protects him.

"Yeah, then let's set it up. Ah. I haven't had a strong enemy in a long time, so I'm looking forward to it. Ah."

"You're going to be a really bad person at times like this. I don't mind if I go..."

When he noticed the soldiers around him, the elves whispered to his ears.

A beautiful voice flowed from my slippery lips, and that tickles me so much.

"It's troublesome when people see you when you die over here. So to come back without bothering you even if you get scratched. I'm sure Shirley and Doula will heal you.

"Yes, I understand."

Yeah, can Shirley use healing too?

Nevertheless, it serves to circulate life and death, so I think it might be strange to be able to do so.

"And the basin break starts today, right? We'll celebrate when we get home, and we'll have to make lunch. Go shopping at the supermarket first."

"Right, all right."

Mummy Marie frowned between her eyebrows and whispered.

"It's important, but I hear there's another typhoon coming. Is it okay if it rains in Izu's banana crocodile garden? Wouldn't a crocodile go home if it got wet?"

"Probably not fine? And Uridora said it was okay."

I answer with my eyes, "Absolutely," because I was asked.

Run and I were in a good mood, so apparently they also allowed us to fight the demonic Cartina.

So when you take the watery demon stone out of your nose, you release it out the window.

The creature of the old man is a monster named Lun with his wings spread out.

"Now I can ignore the Demon Army if I can fly. Then I'm coming."

"There you go."

That was a very light knoll, and I jumped out into the hall again.

And soon you will know all sorts of things about the ancient, cursed magic.