Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

You might have been right to choose this labyrinth.

That's what I thought when I defeated the verse foot beast named Darris. The expression muckade of hairy rashes is close, a giant one meter wide and about twenty meters long.

I can't get close because I'm sprinkling acidic poison, but Shirley is seriously watching the demons from nearby. Of course it wouldn't work such poison on ghosts.

"How about Shirley, a demon that looks good?

Speaking from afar, he makes a small round mark with his fingers. Apparently, it only satisfied her collection appetite a little.

The death of demons in the labyrinth is mostly powdered and disappears. Either way, he will return and circulate in the land.

But things are different when you can touch her fingertips.

"Mmm, you've got trout in the powder. It's like a single chestnut powder with water."

When I approached her because she seemed fine already, she turned around and said, "Cataclyco?" Tilt her little neck with a cute face, as she said.

Reaching right next door, it turns blue sky eyes into laughs about whether such questions have disappeared as well. He looked and looked and pointed his fingertips at the demon.

The mountain changes color as it puffs out excess oxygen. Getting closer to the white that somehow reminds me of Shirley may be a sign that I've been subordinated by a family member.

He also changes his appearance as a demon, and when the wind blows, his rigid hair goes to bright white fluffy hair, and his red-dyed eyeballs add some roundness. Ooh, and he sounds like a cow, and soon Darris gets stored (collected) in a demonic atlas.

It whirled, and I spoke to her after it was put away.

"I wonder how long I would have acidified this if I had let it go. Does it say anything in the demon atlas?

When she asks, she leans back and enters her arms. And he opened the book, "Go ahead," so I peek in with Shirley.

Bright colored hair touched, cheeks right around the corner and embarrassed. But curiosity prevails now.

There was an illustration there as painted with a colored pencil. The level is not as strong as in the mid-forties. But it is rare that a demon sprinkles acid after death.

As I read the introduction, I turned a blind eye to a certain sentence.

"Wow, the carcass sprinkles acid for about half a day!? Was it the troublesome type when I knocked him out after all? But Shirley's staying with us today, so you'll be fine."

When I say that, it shows me a little force. I know you're going to leave it to me, but I laugh because it's so powerful that I can't see it. Only he hasn't noticed, in the sense.

"Shall we move on, Shirley? I hope it's an interesting demon next time."

She would be happy to offer her shoulders for easy grasping. In a good mood, the hem of the dress swept through the universe.

It's the other demons that bother me.

Darris, who has now been captured, and those of his kind, hide in the darkness as if they were going to waste their asses.

Yeah, I wonder if the demons that live in the labyrinth of Yagdoris are smart. I was frightened of Shirley, the former hierarchical master, and I thought that was how he was going to get away with it.

Oh, there's something you wanted to hear.

That's what I thought when I was warming my sandwich with a bonfire and having lunch. This labyrinth, which is blue, disappears as much dust and dust as it goes to the lower layers. The ceiling is much higher, thanks to which you can cheek up a delicious meal while enjoying the view around.

Sitting in the front, she looks at this one as she swells one cheek. You probably noticed my gaze.

"Shirley, how can you eat when you're supposed to be a spiritual body right now? I usually drink tea, but how do I eat and drink it?"

When I ask her that, she often worries and then invites me by hand. Sitting next to her as she was invited to come, she kept her back to see if she needed to lean further.

He then stretches his beautiful fingertips to the cup and lifts them very naturally.

Carried to a translucent Shirley, a cup comes right in front of me. Beyond that there was a fun giggle of "Observe it properly".

"Hmm? Ordinary cup but...... hmm"

I'm not sure if I take a serious peek.

Is that fun? Her grin deepened and she laughed with her mouth open all the time. I can't hear you, but I'd be glad to see you smile so cute.

Now it's time to seed.

Yes, her lips move, and slowly the cup moves away from her hands. It drifts through the air as if it had become gravity-free, and approached the tinted lips.

Oh, I see. Is this like mindfulness (poltergeist)? It looks like it's in your hand because the movement is natural, but it's actually moving the cup.

And the clear liquid drifts as well, sucking into her lips slightly open.

Will you tell me how it absorbs, or will you pull your open lips over here and show me your little teeth, cherry tongues? Even the liquid absorbs very naturally, and beyond the closed lips, the luxurious neck moves.

Do you understand? And I'm going to tilt my little neck for fun, but - you know, with Shirley's seductive lips so close, I'm going to be in trouble.

You've noticed this look, Gigiri and her grin tense. Then I cover my lips with my fingertips and dye my cheeks red.

Wow, wow, wow, shuddered and looked up at this one again, she had tears that really seemed to blow fire out of her face.

Then I immediately put on my mask and turn my back on this one and it gets round... it was hard until you put it back on.

Well, after lunch, we were to resume collecting demons (collections).

I can't see the sun because it's in the labyrinth, but my body clock is perfect, whether it's this sleepy face. By the time you wake up, you'll have plenty to spare and keep Shirley's intriguing demons company.

Shirley, who was embarrassed earlier, was also distracted by the pleasure of the drawings buried. He removed a terribly cute mask with a sickle embellishment.

That's how we finally get to the bottom.

The hall, which seemed to accommodate hundreds of people, was still wrapped in blue with no need for lamps.

And the sound of the shoe sounds, and we walk.

"I knew you were prettier on the lower level. So is the air, and less dust on the floor. I wonder if someone's taking care of it."

Oxygen is somewhere fresh and I don't feel the breathlessness characteristic of the labyrinth.

Shirley, who grabbed onto my shoulder and was looking at the drawings, also looked around. The hall decorated with blue crystals was wrapped in quiet (strawberries) as if taking a walk in the middle of the night.

Oh, and she exhales.

I know, but she likes nights very much.

Quiet air, at peace. Shirley's atmosphere changes again when she is surrounded by a moist night. It's like we're protecting the animals' nights.

"Beautiful place, Shirley."

Mouth what we know about each other.

Doing so will only make each other a little happier. I can enjoy the snort and then her grin of "I really like you too".

and stand in the middle of the hall.

The quiet, calm world is like night. The exhaled breath is slightly white and flows in the wind.

That's when he shows up.

He appeared from the darkness, raised a blue flame from his joints, and his exhaling breath was black flame. It is giant about three meters long and the prey in hand is a double-headed blade.

From the name of the ancient letter "Yagdoris" found overhead, it can be seen that it is the ruler of this labyrinth.

When it is soaked, it moves without sound and shifts sideways.

The double-headed blade touches the ground like a needle that punctures the record board and raises a tiny and blue flame. That's how the hall turns into what it is, between genocide and despair.

I think when I look at the flames that burn, it looks really strong.

With endless interest in the unknown, I can even enjoy combat music that echoes from the bottom of the earth. If words describe your emotions now, say, "Yay, mighty enemy!".

My exhilaration increases with the slow-burning flames clockwise.

But they suddenly stopped pitifully.

"M, what are the signs of Shirley?"

I can speak in Satanic from so far away.

I snorted back at her... I was very disappointed with what she said.

Where do I hit this overflowing willingness to fight? I work in Japan, which is said to be a stressful society, so it is in places like this that I have to dissipate!

Oh, and I held my head.

"The people there, they have their heads."

"Uh... Hi, I'm my friend Kazhiho. Maybe Shirley's appearance has changed."

Rethinking and looking back, the devil had also changed his appearance greatly.

The blue flame turns into armor and the body approaches the human body to be condensed. With his double-headed blade resting on his hips, he came this way in a calm pace.

"I wondered why you were with humans... but you're a little weird about the air, too, Na. Don't you belong to the god of kingdom?"

"Huh? Sure you don't belong in any country - is that unusual?"

Look, I'm basically a traveler, so you don't belong in some country, do you? There's no way to settle down, and there's no such thing as a constrained dream to travel to.

I replied in that sense, but the way he tilts his neck apparently means something different.

"Fair enough. More than that, sir, where did you learn the devil language?

"Uh, about two years ago? There was someone at the deepest end of the Majus ruins who felt better and was only taught a brief conversation. I can't speak properly yet, so it would be helpful if you could change it to an ancient language."

"You're Oilus' husband! Was that old man still alive?"

Ha ha, and he laughed feeling good.

You should never trust a demon - but I don't give a shit if he kills me. I guess he's a good demon because he changed his language to an ancient language.

But what I'm looking for is a different development.

Because this is a labyrinth, and the battle with Las Boss must always occur.

I'm not asking you to introduce me via Shirley at all, like right now, "This is Mr. Kazhiho" and "Hi."

More like this, there is. You have a line to say as the boss.

This is not a good place for humans to come in. If you leave, I'll kill you, or something.

The demon with that horrible face stares at this one with his hands over his double-headed blade. The eyes are harsh and swordswallowing killer.

All right, say it. You can do it, you can say it. So secretly behind my chest I backed up.

"But this isn't a good place for humans to come in. Shall I sprinkle that blood in my hall, mortal?"

Coming! It's a forced combat event!

I try so hard not to make a gutsy pose at Koki and the Neck Ringing Devil. Hey, I can't help it. If it's a forced battle, we'll have to pull the sword out.

But Zuchin and I came at that moment.

Looking back at my shoulder to feel like gravity had doubled...... there was Shirley's hand.

Its icy cold, slowly me and the devil Yagdoris turn their gaze upwards. Then she has eyes that have lost their emotions, and her loose translucent dress and hair shake horribly.

White crystals emerge in the air so that the lake freezes from the inside, and it becomes frightened by its coolness. Me and the devil Yagdoris.

"Shirley!? Calm down, calm down!

"Wait, wait, wait, da! There's the rest of the main body behind this! You can't leave a dirty human being alone, Nu!

Shirley laughs at what bothered her.

Unable to speak the language, she retrieved the demonic atlas instead of responding. The wind hasn't blown, but the bulbs are on their own, and the cold air increases even more.

The devil does a little face.

The perimeter darkened one step further, and a bell rang in the hall.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Its regularly ringing melodies (rhythms) are Shirley's unique combat music. It rings about thirteen times and the air freezes from the inside out, furrowing in total at the signs of softly touching the skin. It's like they touched me from something.

The pressure all the way up, I'm sure she called something.

We were all like, "Wait, wait!" Can't she look like a sickle masked, though she waves her hands patterned?

What the hell did you call me from the demon atlas?

Signs of being oppressed show that quite a few big men have come to this hall. But the surroundings are dark, so I don't know where they are.

"Ok, I love humans the rest...!

Yeah, it could have been just a little too late to say that.

Behind the hall, a snail and footsteps echoed from the stone stairs. Long hands and feet, back spread like wings. As a silhouette, it belongs to the devil, but the eyes are different.

Two shimmering pairs of eyes.

Seems to have seen pure lava, with a slightly open mouth emitting a roaring roar. And he put his neck aside, and saw me, and the devil Yagdoris.

Moving his fingers along with the metal noise, fine-tuning his nails that could slash anything - the demonic Cartina begins to descend the stairs.

While crushing the stone stairs, I think it's no longer a stressful place for the unusual dark armor, the signs of fun, etc.

"Ha, is this it, who bought the princess's wrath?

Since when was Shirley holding me from behind? Right next door to the dust, she nods, leaving her lips grumpy inside the mask.

The nodding Cartina slowly turned her widened hand toward the ceiling.

When I wondered what I was going to do, the darkness around me deepened further, and the hall filled like a tsunami at night with tin.

The demon next door raised his voice, "Ah," probably because the blue flame earlier turned black.

"Okay, I'll take care of it. I changed the hall with a magic vegetable to make it suffer. All right, gentlemen, I'm gonna crush you till you turn into a powdered grain. Enjoy a magnificent ride to the bone marrow."

The move is cute, but the signs of being released are extremely cold.

All right, let's do it. Cartina starts going down the stairs lightly. But the devil's willingness had been lost for so long. Blurring and trembling, he is like a small dog, and his eyes turn here to seek salvation.

"... uh, should I do something about it?

"Do that! Mr. Kazhiho, please hurry up!

In a reversed voice, I was so begged.

Now, the disarmed demon and we were going behind the door.

There are a number of paintings and conditioned artwork in the hallway, and Yagdoris touches the moist flowers with his fingertips as they pass by.

The pint blue flower spread the petals and had a grin on the slightly visible side.

His blue eyes turn this way when he thinks you don't look like a demon.

"This is the rest of the house. It's called the Labyrinth of Yagdoris, but it's just a nostalgia for the night days. Nye."

With that said, the doors at the end open from the inside.

The space of rock skin, as if different from the surrounding construction, was blurry and blue and luminescent. The large puddle in the center is transparent and you can tell it has a depth all the way back when you peek in.

Shirley peeking in the same way opened her lips wow. Probably her very favorite night color.

Wait a while, something approaches the surface. It is a big being, slightly rippling the surface of the water before it rises.

"Is this... slime?

"Uhm, the rest of the body. The blood lost in ancient times is sucked into the earth, and thus assembles. It changes its size and shape freely and does not have a specific color. Rumor has it, they must have seen me go out and visit occasionally"

Right, so this labyrinth was stretching from underground to earth?

Ancient beings, like oil, gather in the earth and occasionally regain intelligence in this way. Yes, he taught me generously.

"That's why I can't put it in your demon atlas. Except you came around the corner. I don't mind separating for a little while, Rowe."

That's what I say, the devil shakes his hand.

About the size of a cow is detached from an object drifting through the water, which approaches as it changes color.

"This is also called a psychotropic (elixir). Recently, the value has soared, and reckless adventurers are coming for it."

The sound of psychotropic medicine sounds familiar somewhere.

That was when I first touched the Demon Stone. I remember a drop of spirit medicine dripping down my fingertips from a cat tribe muy and signing a contract with the elves.

"Oh, is it because of that? Uh - I think Alirai is purifying demon stones, which leads to a spike in psychic drugs."

Explaining to the devil who shows a strange face, he slightly leaks a laugh: "Seeking demons to destroy demons is stupid."

But as I noticed something, he looked at this one again.

"Psychotropic drugs, Toka, are remnants of the nighttime era. There is no good or evil there, and there is no distinction between demons and people. I was wondering what this was for, but now you're serving to connect demons to people."

Like one word, he leaked emotionally.

Shirley gleams her eyes into an airborne being.

Then stretch and touch your fingertips, it spreads rainbow ripples. The colour approaches the white only a little bit and is sucked into the demonic drawings to be guided.

"Very rare slime, Shirley."

He looked very happy when he whispered to his ear. I don't know if it's slime or psychotropic, but let's just say it's good because he was happy to get a rare (rare) demon.

Well, they showed me the back road, and when I went outside, the sun was already going down.

The clouds stain pink, slowly flowing into the wind from the east. We took an unexpected deep breath into the air that was different from the ruins.

"Oh, you walked a lot. Are you tired, Shirley?

Yeah, they shook me up or something. If you think about it, it was just me walking, so I guess I was definitely less tired.

The only role left is to send her to the second tier. I look back at her behind me, ascertaining the feel of the demonic stone in my nostalgia.

"So, if I may, shall I give you a lift to the second tier? At dusk, how about an empty journey, Mr. Shirley?"

Goddamn it, I get snorted out of a beautiful kid, and no one will feel bad.

Beautiful water-colored demonic stones, when embodied, spreads their wings and floats into the air. Something unexpected happened when I got on my back, checked my condition, and then reached for her.

The cucumber grabbed my fingertips, and I was often surprised.

To her soft, warm body temperature, and her cheeks turning red as she looked at her, I laughed and guided her to her seat, "Come here, please."

It's us who are immortal. You fly high, so you should be enjoying your privileged seat, not your shoulders.

But I thought so and guided her, and for some reason she didn't like the high ground, and soon after she flew away she was going to scream awfully.

However, I also think it's cute and good to have a screaming haunt.

I told her that as I thought she would, she stained bright red after the sunset.

◆ Adventure Achievements (Lizart)

[Blood all around crystal (Dead Sky)]

Dominate countless dead and ghosts. What obeys accepts orders unconditionally and changes in size and effect depending on the power of the surgeon. There has been a past of disastrous incidents, kept as contraindications but not discovered since they were stolen.

[Storage in Demonic Drawings]

- Pieces of yagdoris... intangible type

Main Skill) Psychotropic (Ericcia), Attribute Change, Volume Change LV68

-Dalis...... Nodal Foot Beast

Main Skill) Strong Acid to Advance, Fly, Range, LV45

Many others