Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Ulidra breathes.

Close your eyes and reach out.

What touches the palm conveys a rough and hard feel. It was like a rock, like iron, and it even moved to breathe.

The air touching my skin is cold and I can tell that no one has visited this cave for a long time now. One person moved his lips gently in a space where he would never be asked.

"This could change the way you are as a magic dragon, from the ground up"

Dragons who lived the Dark Age, the Night Age, and the People's Age, leak so. It seems unfortunate, and with the joy of opening new doors.

When I opened my eyes, there was a dragon with a nocturnal scale. A dragon with big, strong, transcendent intelligence and clear eyes.

Even her eyes may have changed when she saw it this way, she thinks as she strokes the scales. I would have avoided reckless battles before, but now I keep working out my calculations to win.

He smiled as he led the youth into the struggle, but he could only escape.

Yes, they are endless and powerful enemies.

He has previously lost the battle against the Magic Dragon and the Magic Dragon. But the wonder is that you once had a magma-like rage at defeat, and that's now completely gone?

Boo, Uridora's body is wrapped up in a struggle. Dress shaped armor increases thickness, and corners and tails reminiscent of dragons also increase strength. The power of its roots as a dragon, the dragon's nucleus, was transferred to it.

Two, Mitsuzu went on, and I can see the meaning of her leaking "change the way she is" earlier.

In other words, she decided to fight for the dragon man, not as a magic dragon guide. This is my first experience and I cannot anticipate what the outcome will be.

But behind her leaking nose song, something unfamiliar was emerging in this world.

Due to a skill called Devil's Birth (Creative), a circular cylinder is formed with complex mechanisms and suspensions. This is based on the materials, so the details are different from the actual ones. It also improves from conventional ones and causes physical rupture from the use of rooted magic.

Bread and bounced objects combine at different angles.

Disassemble and reassemble, and disassemble the combination for improvement. It becomes a geometric pattern as it is repeated in a prolonged manner, with the dragon laughing behind it.

But it didn't remind me of the battlefield, it made me feel motherly.

"When I say so many opponents, when I come with those kids at all... I didn't know you'd ask me when I was due back. I'm not going shopping in the neighborhood at all."

shin, and the barrel is haunted.

A bullet that sounds heavy steel and seals the magic to its limit can be included.

Breathe slowly, and vomit.

To work out superb magic.

To correct the law of neutrality.

The cave, the bedding of the Magic Dragon, was engulfed in deep silence.

... and as for the story, it should be tightened with determined eyes. But for that she is overjoyed.

If you don't mind, even weapons other than the earlier large-calibre rifles gradually arise, and the dragon's bedding turns into a heavy armoury-like obscurity.

The weapon with the theory appeared in her eyes as an art, leaking a slightly tranced exhale.

"Ha-ha-ha, I'm not looking forward to it. It is only permissible to poke a new guide in your mind, as much as you like. I didn't know the day was coming when I knew what it was like to be in North Se."

Fu, fu, fu, and dragons laugh.

For refraining from the Great Showdown, the expression was pleasant.

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At the time of still dim dawn, the open-air bath was smoking, as usual.

Lizardman, who walks across the fence, is entrusted with the management of water quality. Of course there are no active volcanoes in the land, so this water is basically warming mineral springs.

For this reason, I work on temperature control using magic tools and cleaning including waterways for use.

Regardless, I don't see tiredness in him because he is nocturnal.

And that leg stops.

A glorious laugh was heard from across the fence, and he looked up to follow the voice. He enjoys diligently managed water, even elves, humans, and demons. That's strange to him, and for some reason, I can't help but nibble my mouth.

Yeah, nod, and even today he puts out a sperm to manage water quality.

For some reason, the lake was noisier, and when I turned my eyes, the men were just about to get blown away like bean grains.

I call that a man's romance, so I'm not sure he's human.

It's been busy all morning.

Yes, he leaked and started walking to clean the trail as well.

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Hmm, I'm wrinkling between my eyebrows.

He has this look because of the "Morning Healthy Food Set" on the wall, but it's not like he doesn't like cooking anything else.

The problem is because of the fact that I work outside the company - oh, is this a dream?

I haven't heard from Uridora about her salary, so there's a chance she'll work for free. But I was going to make a morning meal, and it would be cheaper in terms of ingredients.

But all the condiments are imported from the supermarket because they're difficult to procure. - Input dreams? I don't know what to call this - I have to.

As I was stirring the eggs with cooking chopsticks thinking, etc., someone peeked into the kitchen.

"Oops, you're fast. I'll have one set in the morning."

"Morning, Eve. The offense will resume today, and if you're late, you'll be pissed. More than that, this morning's cooking duty..."

I got my hands together.

She has well burnt skin and is not rarely in made-up clothing. Are you ready to wear armor at any time, or are you dressed like half underwear.

Besides, I think this morning's breakfast duty was supposed to be a dark elf in front of me.

I decided to ask a completely different question, worrying about where I should scold him from.

"How would you like the side menu, Miss Eve?"

"Apple juice I got before, I'm glad to have that. Then I'll be agitated in the morning."

So shall I ask you to go with an agate in the morning? It's a fun offensive day, and I'm planning on getting her to work a lot.

When I was squeezing the apples quickly and matching the kins with the cold fresh water, an additional customer arrived. It is an old body in yukata and takes some of it out of the newspaper shelf with a sleepy face.

That's what I keep in Uridora's hobby, and it also lists a rough war situation. I suppress the information to avoid being suspicious, but it is sufficiently helpful about the situation in Alirai country and the rumors of citizens, and it seems that only guests can read about the absurdity.

Somehow he sits at the side table and shows the old trick of touching Eve's ass very naturally. Yikes! And I heard screams, but I don't care because I'm a cock.

After arguing for a while, the old man Gaston stretched out looking asleep.

"I don't know about moderation. Mon shouldn't worry about it, but I can't sleep without it. If your lower back feels better, no. Oh boy, give me the same."

"Shinjira no Shinjira! Instead of apologizing, I can't be serious about asking for breakfast, Ked!

What if Grandpa was drinking water? You've already had dinner, etc., and word attacks continue, but Gaston looks at the newspaper and where the wind blows. I handed Eve apple juice and it finally quieted me down.

As I flipped the thick grilled egg, his swordswallowing eyes turned this way.

"It's tingling outside. If it's my fault, the Demon Army will be pushing over soon. Yet Aja and Hakam want to make a labyrinth attack. At critical times. Don't you think that's strange, kid?

"Oh, I don't know. I'm the biggest outsider in Alirai."

Let's finally flip the eggs, shape them, and then let the bacon and sautéed green vegetables go to the wood plate.

Um, if you're concentrating on cooking, Mr. Gaston, it would be helpful if even the other guy could hide something.

Of course I know why.

Apparently, the reason you're hiding the information is "if it's unexpected, you're in immeasurable shock".

And the decision to cover it up came at the behest of the commander, Doula.

The colors of scorched white rice, miso soup, pickles and thick grilled eggs are appetizing. The quality oil dripping from the bacon may be a little over caloric for the old body. Instead, when more vegetable stir-fry was put on, the old man's gaze was drawn to the plate.

"Well, no, we'll talk later. It was put out before...... I don't know what you said, the white and square one. That was delicious. Purchase it again."

"I was delicious, too. It tastes weird at first, but sometimes you want to eat something."

Mm, I think you mean tofu.

I occasionally get new ingredients called tastings to try out what goes with their tongues. As I recently found out, many people prefer a refreshing healthy meal for breakfast. I felt that the boom of eating vegetables was starting to sneak in.

Hehe, that's a good trend.

They have a flavor tone deafness and are taking the time to turn it into a thin flavor to reset their tongues. Teethy vegetables play a role in waking up in the morning and also play a role in curing taste tone dementia.

So was tofu, and they were beginning to enjoy it even though it had little flavor.

"Nah. You've been strangely good with your body pretty lately. I don't know what the prophecy was that there was a place to die.

He said, "When you die, you get better." Legacy or something, you still think you can give it to me?

"I don't care if you die. I think I'll split it up among all the other guys. I'm going to return it to the country because it stinks too much to count."

"Huh!? You, pay for touching your butt!

Um, we still don't know if we're close or not. Nevertheless, is the effect of healthy food also bothered?

When you can even control your health in this way, I think it's a really worthwhile job. I want you to understand that it is no longer a substitute for the past, such as portable food for the military.

... Oh, my God, they treasure me from Uridora because of all this stuff.

When Dark Elves and the Old Man enjoyed miso soup with delicious, stomach-dyed, etc., a female guest arrived this time. He is wearing a yukata and causing red hair to get bumpy.

Then he fishes the newspaper shelves and shows a grumpy face for being empty.

Speaking of which, did you say that Uridora is out in the morning and only makes some because she is busy?

Doula looked around and noticed there was something for her at the old man's table, sighed and then came here.

"Morning, guys. Sleep tight... Oh, my God, I can't tell you this morning because I seem to sleep better. One morning healthy food set, please. If there's tofu, it's with you."

That's surprisingly popular, Tofu.

Place the excess apple juice in Doula's seat where the old man and the newspaper are pulling together. Tofu apologies for being out of stock.

"I wonder if Doula likes the thin flavor. I'm worried about staying up all night, so you want to hold on to your taste."

"Thanks. Hmm, your food does taste thin, but the aftertaste is sweet or deep and interesting. Next time, can you teach me how to cook too?

Pull up the red hair and the medicine finger ornament glows. The spare look would also mean that the ceremony with Zella is current.

Of course he gave me a rare, feminine grin when I nodded to teach him.

Thinking so, the old man who gave up the newspaper pinches his mouth.

"You, why didn't you wake up with Zela? You're going to be a couple because of this. Are you even in a fight?

"You idiot, fighting is what kids do. I just keep it in a separate room because I know what I'm talking about."

"Ha? You said you made it into a separate room because you know what I mean... so you can't hear the sound of child making?

Boom, Doola's face seems so red that she seems busy opening and closing her mouth. I can't deny it, I can't affirm it, and I'll punch Gaston in the face from the front even though I wish I could.

The old man, who fell off the chair, can't stand up because he jumped over the boiling point of laughter rather than damage.

"Mm-hmm. Ha-ha-ha! Don't make me laugh in the morning, Doula! My stomach hurts! Ah-ha!

"Oh, you're not capable enough as a person!? Why are you laughing until Eve!?

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Something about Commander Doula worrying about the thinness of Saint Sama's walls, ahhh!

Oh, this is terrible.

There is no place for a refreshing breakfast without the laughter of the old man and the dark elves. After all, while regretting that I should finish my meal and bath in Japan, I put my breakfast in Doula's seat, which is a cock.

Marie and Kaoruko will be up from the open-air bath soon, so shall we talk about it then?

By the way, Doola, with a bright red face, said after a long build-up, "Fool! He was just screaming."

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Shirley with the basket walks slowly down the trail. in appearance as a person, not a spirit body.

The sky that dawns loosely, the oasis that carries the cold air, the crunching sand are all natural.

This is where we came out of the ancient labyrinth, as well as the land where the massive offensive teams once assembled.

The woman walking in front puts a basket on her shoulder and looks back as she holds something resembling a bucket in her other hand. It is luxurious compared to its surroundings, shaking its small but dark-skinned hair without sweat.

"You have strength, too, unlike what you look like. I thought you couldn't walk right away."

The sky is still close to her hair color and shows in Shirley's eyes as it melts.

Speaking of which, did you first meet her at the Black Rose Hall? It was supposed to be a night of fear then, but I think fate is strange because we work together in the mansion now, etc.

And instead of Shirley, who can't speak, his voice flies from behind.

"Let me tell you something, though, it's weirder for a psylli to be carrying a container full of soup with ease. He came through the first tier, and he didn't even sweat."

"I can tell you. That's a gorilla with a lady's face on it. That explains a lot. So was the way he was blowing up the Ouga herd."

That's right. The two people who slap lightly say, "Ha!?" and friends of Puselli, the ruler with an angry face.

We've been dating for a long time and probably won't be apart much longer.

Originally, I was trying to kill them. And they also have a past where they were gathered in the name of destroying Shirley.

But now that we're eating together, I don't know what fate is. It's like this meal, and only God knows where we're going.

Life and death are of equal value to Shirley, who conducts the circulation. But the time now also felt worthwhile.

Strange, strange.

Too much I don't know, I just laugh to see how Puceri spits pepper on his buddies.

That's how he steps into the rocky mountains surrounding the ruins, fumbling with emotion. There were countless ways out, like an ant's nest, through which countless soldiers entered his eyes.

I guess I covered my body with a blanket and survived a desert night. The man, who was peeking at the cylinder of farsightedness, notices the footsteps and looks back.

"Oh, it's breakfast time! Thank God, I was just getting cold."

"Wake up, you guys! The beauties brought us some handmade rice!

About half of them will get up mucky and the rest will wake up soon. There are very few as many as two hundred people, and you can never stand up to the Demon Army if you are supposed to.

But with two men approaching the sleigh of, Hakam and Aja, things will be very different.

"Oh, I'm still happy with the warm rice. Army portable food, that's not working anymore. If you mold it, bury it in the sand and throw it away."

"You said luxury was an enemy, Hakam. You have a big figure, and the portable food there is enough for you."

Hakam, with his red copper-skinned skin, is a man who has crossed many wars and brought many victories. It is difficult to emerge because blood muscles belong to the civilian population, but appearances are intelligent on the back, and I hear they have explosive combat power as they appear.

The old grey-haired man against him is a sorcerer known as the Odd Man in the Alirai Country. He is also good at handling artifacts, including "the visualization of a certain area", which he also taught the half fairy elves.

Rumor has it the old man is looking forward to the Demon Army coming. He said the reason for this was "finally a place to show off massive sorcery," so there's nothing noisy about it.

Whether it's from the enemy's point of view, that's the story.

When you open the lid, you have a hand grip on the white rice, and the good smell of seaweed reaches your nose. It is a so-called grilled rice, and it has a softer taste because it is a mixture of kelp.

I can't get to the boulder with this number of soldiers, but my buddies will deliver it later, so there won't be any problems.

Looking around, Pselli decided to ask if the numerous tricks were going well.

"So, are you defensive enough? I have heard of the arrival of the Demon Army shortly."

"Um, not enough, but well enough. Only the worst can be avoided because your friends made [predictions]."

Prophecy is by Hakua, a fellow who was a nomadic people.

I am good at reading the future, taking Xingzheng (Houra) as my business. But in wars where multiple branches exist, it is difficult to fully foresee.

Yes, the word "complete" does not exist in this world.

Even the path of being left alone and killed is still definitely left.

Eventually, when the sky was completely dawn, sand danced across the horizon.

It was the wake of countless demon armies and much more massive than I had imagined.

The battle of death begins at last.

The desert sky cleared up beautifully, like a dislike for those who go to death.