Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

It makes a noise and the bathroom door opens.

I put a bath towel on my shoulder and it was Uridra who walked in. Guess from the sound of "I'm not a kid to hate a hairdryer," from the back, he must have escaped. I don't even like the sound of cats. I don't know about dragons.

Looking back, I saw Uridra and I just escaped from the elf.

Marie's chosen cat patterned sleeping roll and I haven't worn my jacket yet. Walk lightly with long legs and sit back at the table. The trick doesn't seem very different from that of a black cat.

"Hey Uridora. How was Japan for a long time?

"Um, don't still find it easy to spend. Not only is it a world without foreign enemies, but Japan seems so special. I think the air is somewhere different."

With that said, I claw with one leg and put on my cheek wand to think about the difference in air. But when I grabbed a glass of beer, it became foggy. [M]

"Mm-hmm, the beer in the bath is coming! Morning, bring it! It's been a while since I've been here. You can't hit a bee with plenty of sweetness."

"Yes, yes, welcome to Japan, Mr. Uridora. I'll spoil you plenty tonight. So, shall we take this grilled fish first? I'm sure it'll be a good knob."

Just fine, let's get a taste for Marie.

I have cooked fish dishes before, but I don't think they were very popular. Of course you'll love it, but you eat a lot in the fantasy world, too.

Carrying a bottle of beer and a glass, she shows an irresistible look. My hair, still wet, was glossy like crow feathers somewhere. My complexion and grin are glowing because of the bath.

"Heh, heh, it's luxury. I didn't know superb booze and knobs would come just sitting around. Was a raised meal a good meal?"

"Isn't that what you've come to live like over there? Look, I've lived in the Mansion all my life. I wonder what kind of favor the Magic Dragon will do next, getting used to luxury"

Uridora, who almost said something, forgets to talk though. Her eyes resembled those of her obsidian were drawn to the plate placed in front of her, the Autumn Fish (Samma), which grilled the walnut and fat.

This is a fish shaped and coloured like a knife, as the word autumn fish says. It's the autumn ingredient in the corner, and it was a little high this year, but I want you to enjoy it.... primarily as a taster.

"Hmm, the baking color is close to gold. Should I put this white one next door on it?

"Yeah, grate the radishes, then soy sauce, and then eat the pucker. It's got wattage in it too, so I might split my preferences."

I heard she has a gut and her face is a little cloudy. It's obvious, but fish are for gut extraction. There is also a preconceived notion that it is bitter and doesn't taste right. I can complain from her eyes how she didn't pull it out, but she immediately seems to have changed her mind.

"You weren't such a hassle saver. I'm not even a man who wastes his ingredients... but it's a shame that Japanese food hasn't been baked fish in a while."

It's actually a dish that saved me a lot of time. Simply sprinkle with salt, slip it in, and then cook over medium heat.

But she probably cares. To the body with the radish grate, when the chopsticks are added, the skin breaks open. And he was thrown into her mouth without much vigilance.

Juwa to come.

The fat ratio is also comparable to the trout of over 30% of the threat. Now is the season and the fat on the ride spreads in the mouth of the Magic Dragon.

To a fragrant roasted skin, and a massive amount of fat that she didn't think was skinny, her eyes rarely opened in the middle of nowhere.

"Oh ho! Mm-hmm!

If I chewed it, I would know that there was no bitterness in the walnut.

The gut, which should have a habit, was overflowing with troublesome sweetness. I'm also surprised about that, and the eyes in the middle of the circle are extended for even more time.

Good throat again. Thanks to salt and radish grate, I don't feel the smell of fish, only a refreshing fragrance is conveyed. Throat with crisp skin, overflowing fat and fragrance.

When finally swallowed, the mouth moves slightly "good". But unspoken, drink barley at once instead. It's as if he was sued by his body.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I put down more and more glasses and then finally knew how to appreciate the flavor.

"N Sort of. Whoa! Besides, it goes so well with alcohol! Kufu ~ ~ What is this with a bathing knob... Autumn is not something to visit in Japan."

"I'm glad it seems to fit your tongue. Marie's gonna be okay with this."

And when you say that, with your eyes, you say, "Did you use me as an experimental bench? Hmm?" he complains. Unfortunately, however, chopsticks and beer cannot be stopped. See, when you eat something delicious, it's something you really forget about other things.

She exhales as if to exaggerate her chest. I was finally relieved by the way I was talking about bumps and autumn fish and autumn fish. Marie would enjoy this, too.

By that time, the door finally opens and the elf of the day peeks into his face. I move my shapely nose to a fragrant smell, then notice the beer and baked fish.

"Hey! I can't believe you put me down and ate first!

Mr. Elf walking in again in the big with that said, but after enough, he leaned back in exactly the same position as Uridora, and when he slipped, he let his butt stick out of his chair and enjoyed the taste of autumn.

They also seemed satisfied with the combination of cooked rice with ginkgo and mountain vegetables, seasonal autumn fish and golden beer.

"Heh, I went to the pramo store. Speaking of which, I don't even think I saw you in the mall. I don't usually go, so I hardly remembered."

When they were taking a bath, I was just a little surprised by the combination of "ginkgo and tank" on the tabletop. I can't help but want to ask what the hell kind of place you spent it in.

Enjoying a bath, and plenty of food and alcohol, the elf has turned a slightly unmistakable grin.

"Yeah, it was so much fun. My uncle was kind enough to teach me how to make it, and I became obsessed with Uridora and built a tank."

"Behold, Kitase. This is not our tank. Can you notice the quality that only seems to be real?

It's just a little weird to be able to get a tank close to a drunk magic dragon. He looks like he got a compliment though, so I want to stick around and give him a lot of compliments.

"I don't think it's the first time I've made it. That's half a fairy elf, and a demon dragon.... No, but this is really fine and awesome. I thought you made it professionally."

With that being said, the look of the elves and dragons loosens even more sloppily after putting it between them for a while. Maybe it's because they're genuinely challenging when it comes to play that they learned creative joy in a way.

He shudders his spine and twists himself irresistibly. Once you are satisfied with what you can do, a third party should give you a proper compliment next time. Because that would make me very happy.

"Ugh, I knew Ichiro would understand. how awesome we've made it."

"Not at all, because this man will only keep his eyes on what he sees. I don't know. Kuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Wow, that sounds like such a joy to me. Looking at it like this, it's cute, an elf and a dragon. When I let myself twist around reluctantly and peek at my pearl-like teeth, my face smiles on its own.

When I looked beside him, I saw an unfamiliar toolbox. I'm sure he used that one to make the plastic model.

"You borrowed tools from the store. You want me to come with you when I go get it back?

"It's okay. Tomorrow will also be busy on weekdays. So we'll go."

"Um, because that one smelled like a cat, too. You might be able to play with a different guest tomorrow."

"Oh, really!? Wow, wow, I want to go, I want to go!

I grip Uridora's sleeve and feel a little relieved to see the little rocking girl. Although calmer than before, Marie was only a little scared of going out because of how different she looked from the others.

I'd be fine with me or Uridora, but I think the other one, Grandpa from the Plamo store, joined us.

You just have to keep her world spreading. I want you to expand the range where you can safely walk and stretch your feathers without being nervous at all.

The other thing I think about is the magic dragon that creates anything, but I doubt it will ever give birth to a tank in the other world.

No, it can't be. If a tank or robot comes out of the fantasy world, my dear dreams will be destroyed.

So when I get there, I'll spend a long time scolding Uridora.

After that, I was to begin dishwashing, but from the tanks in the hands of the drunks, I was subjected to heavy intensive shelling.

I wonder if you could stop because it tickles me already!

Sitting next to Marie in the chair, I sit down.

The girl was totally asleep because of plenty of shame or tiredness that created another masterpiece. Turn your hand around your back and she'll hold you back too if you're used to it already. Temperature peculiar to when sleepy and exhalation into the ear that sounds soothing. Wake up quietly while remembering the girl's sweet scent.

After all, it is light. Fluffy and elf bodies float in the universe, and only scratches are hugged from her anymore. He seems to be worried about gaining weight, but I don't think he should worry about it at all.

Walk quietly through the flooring and get off to bed with your head supported.

I have a grin on my mouth compared to earlier, and then I turn to regular sleep.

Even if he's sleepy, he feels fluffy and flying in the sky. Actually, I know she's looking forward to carrying me to bed. So I give her the belly of the navel's sight, and when I hang the blanket, she smiles again.

Pompous and slapped on the chest, then stood up.

"Well, I guess the problem is this way"

Looking back, another woman was stuck at the table and falling asleep.

Hi, Uridora. I suspect you're sleeping with a raccoon. I've never heard of a magic dragon that gets drunk and falls asleep.

Should she be transported to bed the same way? But touching Uridora, a wife and mother, also involves psychological resistance. So when I sat down next to her, I whispered to her with my eyes closed.

"I'm the one who said I'd spoil you plenty tonight. Miss Uridora, would you like me to take you to bed?

Hiraki, and one eye opens, and she blows out so that she can't reveal herself. chuckles and then Uridora replied:

"Um, I won't suffer. Take care of me. You're a lucky man, because you don't remember anyone being allowed to carry a magic dragon."

"I'd say I'll take care of it... but if it's heavy, I'll freak out, so be careful."

"Absolutely, you idiot!

Yep, one twitch, cough, and then the magic dragon closes his eyes.

It's called a breathing sound like sleeping, I'm sure the special mission (mission) from her was initiated.

beneath his knees, and turn his hand to his back, lifting slowly.

It's just a little strange. It's much lighter than I thought, and I feel like this is Uridora's weight. I have yet to see her take it seriously, and now she's in her arms, even though she says she's a bottomless woman. I find that strange for some reason.

No, have you seen him mean it just once? I have been dived into her nest and exposed to instant evaporating exhalation (braces). It's a laugh story now, though I think they'll probably make you a booze knob all the way up ahead.

I had two encounters with that one. Marie, and Uridora meet to start her days of adventure. And if you notice, there's a lot of strange things all around me. All of this is important, so I think I'm a greedy person.

When I dropped her off quietly to bed, she was in real sleep. Sooner or later, it sounds the same as the elf next door, and enjoys a pleasant fall night.

When I'm ready to travel to my dreams, I'm late to dive into bed, too.

Then the drowsy warmth awaits, unconsciously hugged by the girls, as usual.

Whoever it is like this soon gets sleepy. I opened the door to the world of dreams to chase, remembering the elf rubbing my forehead.

By the way, it was a positive hexahedron puzzle when it came to souvenirs the day after I was concerned. Does intelligence show up in toys like this, or does Mr. Elf assemble fast? With Uridora, I got mucky and tried.

One more thing, more genres than she could beat.

But even with such things, I felt good about being out there.