Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

I was put to sleep on the side and my body is warm enough that my fingertips are gin.

Slippery thighs are enough to make you want to cheek.

And wrapped in a pleasant softness, the torso and eyelids are about to get heavy.

No, no, I don't sleep in boulders. The demonic Cartina is raging right around the corner, leaving it to anger to attack the defensive wall.

But strangely, the surroundings are also calm.

That would surely be Shirley's only attraction to have. The calm air contains some floral scent that even makes me feel rested in the second level hall.

When it comes to her, she is still tickling my hair. [M]

Hmm, the wound has healed, so I guess you mean strength next time.

Together, Together, her heart sounds, and at the same time her body, which should have been tired, regains its strength.

"Hey, I've never healed like this before. Thank you, Shirley. I want to take care of you again and again."

I look up at Shirley upside down and thank her honestly.

Her hair stopped with her hands and her blue eyes became rounded. And she laughed, letting herself twist like a tickle.

No, I can't believe this was the Lord of the Second Hierarchy. I don't care how modest you look at it, I think it's a goddess, etc.

I think back to whether you want more praise though, or a cute angel rather than a goddess when peeked in like a noose.

"Because I've never seen healing so fast. And you weren't chanting, were you? I have a high nose for all these magicians on the Amethyst team."

Yah, Shirley shakes her neck to the left and right in a way that means reward, or she starts rubbing her shoulders. Oops, it feels pretty good, this. The body increases its temperature, as it does in sleep, because it relaxes the thickness and tightness without hesitation.

It feels like the scale needle is shaking in me, Goddess, Angel. Slightly Goddess...... but I make subtle decisions about angels because they are cute.

"Oh, yeah. Does Shirley's here mean Uridora's back safe?

It still seems so. She nods, pointing to a distant fort.

I'm relieved by Shirley's answer, though it doesn't look exactly like it.

Without going into detail, Uridora left the hall, so I was worried. Oh, my God, if I told the Magic Dragon, he'd laugh at me with his nose. No, I might laugh unexpectedly and happily.

"Then I have to work hard, too. So, what kind of fight is Shirley good at?

If you take a good look, that bright white shield is starting to break down to the middle of nowhere.

It won't be normal, though, because it can withstand so many demonic Cartina attacks. But it's a shield I've seen somewhere......

Thinking, for example, Shirley's drawings are untied in front of him.

It's like being laid to sleep reading a book... but let's not worry too much about it.

Is it a colored pencil or something? Colorful drawings are the majority of her hand-painted ones. All you have to do is write some names in ancient languages.

To one of them, my eyes were drawn.

"What, no way is this... Ouga?

Shortly after that, a white demon rises from the ground.

Seeing his muscular stature and his support for the Great Shield, the answer was finally born in me.

"Ah, I see. Can you make a companion of the demon you defeated? I thought you were drawing pictorial diaries..."

Isn't that the same thing? And I got my little neck tilted.

Hmm, is it also because of her that the enemy didn't reappear (lipop) until now?

So, the offense has never been better. The difficulty drops considerably if you just need to be alert forward at all times.

And when her fingers touched the drawings, there was just something to ride on her fingers. It resembles a white lizard, and it just stares at me a little hateful.

The ancient letter that was then pointed at was written "Egrigny".

"I guess it's your name, Eglini. It's just a lively party, but I guess I'll just guarantee a delicious meal. Nice to see you again."

Putting his fingertips close, he only bothers a little and bites Pakun. Eglini, who finished his greeting with a sweet bite, dived straight into the drawing.

"Mmm, awesome. Don't get intrigued by what's going on. I've never seen more strange drawings."

When I told him that, it was like a treasure holding a drawing and smiling, so I laughed so much. I'm a quiet guy, but it's not gonna happen to Shirley.

So it's time for me to do my best?

When I get up thinking that, now he pampers me with dirt on my back and butt without disturbing me.

Just then, Ouga's protection was also destroyed.

- LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOOOOO!!

They finish their role and become particles and sucked into the drawings. Then his vision widened, and there was a demonic costume waiting to dew his anger.

Although I'm slightly surprised at how fast it went, I'm also surprised at the temperature difference earlier. It's like the middle of winter is suddenly here.

"Um, better stick to one-on-one? If you don't want to, I'll stop, but what do we do?

"Gaaaaaa!!

Oh, shall I rush in? Then I have no choice.

I wonder when you will realize that my beloved jellyfish is drifting in large quantities around the demonic costume.

The moment the nail touches the Spirit, dot and cold air overflow.

What is called the Ice Spirit covers the wrist to the beard with ice cubes, and Cartina doesn't fly backwards by accident... but look, there's a jellyfish on your back, too.

Baki, Bakin! and the cold air also covers the back, bursting "preemptive attack over prep time" like spiritual magic.

So I just said, "One on one is good? I heard that."

Ma, you don't seem to care, and it's okay if "two on one" goes "three on one," right?

"Don't forget that there is communication (chat) here. I'm still immature, but I guess I'll lose a little to you."

Even if the ice on the arms is easily crushed, the frozen roots of the feathers cannot be so easily broken. You'll be fine over time, but it's not me without Mr. Elf's backup.

No, no, not cowardice or anything, because this is cooperative play.

"Thank you Marie. I'd appreciate it if you could keep your surroundings sealed.... By the way, is it okay if I touch the Ice Spirit?

"Yes, of course. But you can't cover it with stone walls, as you always do, because you serve many spirits."

"Well, that's no choice," he mutters in reply to his communication (chat). Either way, they're the ones who travel unusually fast, and it's harder to capture them with stone walls.

Hiya......

At the same time as I pull the sword back out, a similar sound begins to sound without the horse.

The sword in my hand, the blade of starscraps (Astro), began to greedily suck my temper, and at the same time Shirley ordered the White Shield of Guardianship to begin to cover my surroundings.

Um, narrow. Just about a boxing ring.

"Start the second round, what an embarrassment to say to yourself. Cartina, let's start together... Wow!

I've made a run for it to explode my anger.

Although it is a tremendous shape and force, it is a realistic speed because it seals the feathers. If you are a regular person, of course, you will die instantly.

My vision switches and I am born to her side automatically. I felt burning eyes pointing this way at the flashing starscrap blade (Astro).

- It's not a rush.

Let's get closer in time, completely, safely, to those who outpace me.

Shkah! and my body is chopped up, and I fly in from behind the foggy phantom. The sword, with its meteor-like glow, is sucked into the black palm and gaggin '! and made a sharp noise.

The momentum stills, and the forward kick flies to me.

Sounds like a confident kick to my body surgery, but I guess I'm putting that in the area (slot) just now too. I've set the motion to move further to the side and cut the Achilles tendon.

- Come on!

Finally, a blow like that is engraved into the armor of the Black Crystal (Morion).

The enemy also cuts it off with his fingernails, like a back fist, but it shuffles his hair! And just tear it apart and it's over. I thought so, but my cheeks rip into two strips.

"Hmm, I thought I totally scratched it, but if I spread my fingers, would my range (reach) expand?"

Increase the number of patterns that were being set, while increasing the speed at which they are cut in parallel. Until earlier, it was a combination of lucky short-range metastases, and phantoms.

But not from now on.

Repeated optimization also makes it possible to process avoidance and attack in parallel.

With that in mind, he moves his body like a leech and a willow as he lowers backwards.

"GIOOOOOOOO!!

With all due respect, Cartina has few attack patterns. That's why it fits perfectly into the five-definition overload (overload) I have.

That is, thanks only to the pattern of kicking and slashing with sharp nails. So I can prepare three attack patterns that weave metastases and phantoms.

The brilliance reminiscent of a meteor increases even more and the targeted blow to the side head is goggin '! and make heavy noises. Then the X-shaped claws were drawn and then the attack went in to be sucked into the reverse torso.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

Black armor adds cracks and more mad furious advances.

However, if speed is a priority, you should never rush.

Otherwise, the attack will be monotonous and read like I did earlier.

What appeared in front of her is a jellyfish in one piece.

The guy who distracted me from the white freeze and just had a sore eye earlier.

Cartina, who steps on his feet, cannot, however, stop the slaughter with all her might. Bu Yeah, and to the fingernails shaken without force......

- Hika-kun! [Gasps]

It was such a blow that it trembled from the waist.

The complete counter is sucked into the helmet, with massive black fragments dancing.

But Cartina, who was about to collapse from her knees, couldn't help but open her legs and trample. My pursuit of Zeh, Zeh, to the rough breath and the sight that appeared stopped.

Even the starscrap blade (Astro), reminiscent of the meteorite's arrival, slowly calms down.

"Cartina......"

In the half-sided crushed helmet was a woman who spilled tons of tears.