Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Me, Marie, and Uridora are staring at each other, and there's a woman holding a demonic atlas.

She is a former hierarchical lord who wielded fierceness in the second tier, and now Shirley in an unusual position of apprenticeship of the goddess. Formerly known as "Reaper," he wears an adorable pyjama that did both the watercolor and the thigh.

The surrounding area is a room wrapped in dim indirect lighting, our room, and if you look up at the wall, it's time to go to bed already.

Enjoying dinner at the Yakitori Shop and thinking about falling asleep with everyone from now on.

Well, she was focusing that attention with a cute wrinkle between her eyebrows. As for us watching, we're going to get in the way and we can't speak up. In my heart, Mr. Elf seems to be rooting for me, and he grabbed my arm so tightly that he knew he was.

and the first change comes.

Her pajamas, and honey-colored wavy hair float just a little like gravity.

Not long after that, the flutter and the woman's body floated as it was, wondering if the contours of her body had blurred.

I didn't mean to say, "Whoa!" and my voice goes out. Although there is no such thing as a flashy glow, I don't see much of the color and everything that goes to the cloth becoming translucent and losing the restraint from gravity.

Me and Marie got curious and accidentally reached for Shirley.

"Wow, I won't touch what I see! I heard somewhere, but seeing is reflecting light, and not being there is physically impossible."

"Hmm, that's strange to hear. Is this not a substance? Um, I'm curious."

Touching her hair, etc., her blue sky eyes deviate slightly to the side, and a faint feeling is conveyed at my fingertips. It was sarcastic hair and very pleasant to touch.

I'm wondering why Shirley doesn't move still, but it's more strange to me how it feels. I wonder if concentrating, even in spiritual bodies, will also give me a feel.

So as I stroke over my head, I don't notice the changes slowly staining her cheeks, etc.

Oh, I wonder why Uridra looks "bruised".

Anyway, I've come to understand that. Shirley, with his life, seems to be able to change his existence at will. It takes a simple ritual to switch between spiritual bodies and life, and I guess the demonic atlas in hand assume that role.

Looking at the open page, for some reason I groaned as if I was a misguided man.

"You had a report a while ago. They found something strange in the treasure house."

"Yeah, we did have a room to control the demons. Doula moaned that ancient technology seemed elusive and unusable."

After dominating the third tier, we and the elite of the Alirai kingdom have countless demonic stones and treasures in our hands. Although in the process of appraisal, this is an amount that affects the country's economy to the point where everyone was floating at the beginning of the discovery.

And information about the earlier "strange things" was conveyed by Doula, the commanding officer. It was important information, but she told me, "Either way, you'll notice," as she handed Marie the key.

Further back in the treasure hall, in the cleverly hidden room, they had statues with demonic drawings and thoughts in their hands.

Of course I've never seen it. But the drawings that Shirley left open depicted sketches like that, and thanks to that, it led to a sudden idea.

"Um, the ancients laid eyes on Shirley, who had the properties of demonic control, and imitated some of his power with wit of sorcery. It's foolish to physically mimic a spirit in the first place, but it's convenient for us."

One step further, Uridra is dressed in black negligee. She sparingly exposed her feminine beauty thighs and decorated them with embroidery with geometric patterns.

"If you don't want to use it, you have to make the most of it. If it's only a disaster for a person to have, it's better for Shirley to taste something delicious with that tongue."

And then with his eyes of the same color, he said, "Well?," he chuckles at Shirley.

Closing her demonic drawings, she nodded loudly at the words.

That sure face must have been thanks to eating Japan's proud yakitori until earlier - alas, I heard "ancient" and "wise," but was it good to just use it to enjoy the meal - well, let's not worry about the details.

In other words, Shirley can also switch between spirit and life.

Although I could have been raw if I had focused on it before, it seems to be much easier to see her expression and even more enjoyable to taste.

Well, if you can see Shirley's delicious face, it doesn't matter if you crush it with ancient wisdom.

It was probably in the eyes of the ancients as a tremendous force to freely use demons. But in the end, it's used to enjoy a good meal, so I don't know how times go.

When we unravel wars and other histories, the tools that were meant to kill people are changing to help people's lives over time.

Ultimately, the form of calming may not change dramatically in the real world or in the fantasy world.

With that in mind, I'll flutter up and look at Shirley grabbing my shoulder.

"If you look like that, you don't have to go to bed twice to carry everyone."

"I know. You're perfectly fine with sleeping twice or three times. Why don't you just lay down and share it with the insomniac in the world?"

No, no, if I can split it, I want to split it for you, and I wonder if you can finally do something about your sleepy face. "I don't like that because it's disgusting," Mariabelle replied, cutting it off and throwing it away.

Funny, I always remember people saying they wanted to do something about their sleepy faces.

And, I get my fingertips gripped from the girl.

And to be attracted, a very comfortable bed for my beloved.

a fuzzy futon. She opens it and slips herself in. My fingers have been gripped all along, and I was invited to come.

The properly dried futon is very comfortable to touch the skin.

Marie's bare feet are only a little cold later in the fall. As I touch and warm her feet wondering if it's cold, my arms are pillowed and my purple crystal (amethyst) eyes are waiting to blink slowly with long lashes.

His nose was rubbed and stroked with just a few cold fingertips, and his peeping eyes turned into something fun.

"This is what I see, and I have an attachment to your face. There's only one person in the world who likes Suzuke's face."

Whispering so, Mr. Elf, the stranger, deposits his marks and body.

Indirect lighting gets a little darker, which is due to the trick she brings her face closer to. Touch each other with every exhale and gently reach out to each other's backs.

In the futon my toes touch me to get warmer.

The overlaid breasts convey a slight softness as a girl, even a roar. And Marie, with her thin eyes open, groaned small.

"Ugh..."

When I followed my gaze and turned around, there was a serious peek into Shirley, and with the exact same trick we blinked.

"I guess I told him before. This is how people greet people they like. When no one's really watching you, though."

I'm glad you missed about your pre-holiday greeting. When I laughed that way, he showed me the OK mark at his fingertips, "I understand" if it made sense to me.

And there is a voice from behind against us.

"I'm not keeping the picture books tonight. I'll be plenty late for my dream world victory. Regardless of the dedication of Kitase, I will convey my thanks."

"Oh, I knew they'd let me work in the stalls. Strangely enough, I'm going to lose sleep with that one word."

He is pressed on the cheek and turned to Marie's side.

She's obsessed, and even Negrije gets her clothes out of the way when she goes to sleep. And Mr. Elf, facing away, was also counting with his fingertips what was placed on the pillow of the bed.

"I have soy sauce, I have sauce, I have mayonnaise. You're all set."

Now we have the sight of drowsiness. What the hell kind of dreams do people sleep surrounded by these condiments?

It's decided, I'm sure you'll dream of making a lot of dishes with sweat and being asked to make more. Of course I can't eat one because I'm in a dream. [M]

I weigh in on my giri and back, and now I'm held from Uridora's hands and feet. Breathe in the neck muscles, slightly tickled.

Although there was a pillow, she did not hesitate to lay herself down as if appointed to it.

"Kuh......! There's still a lot of sleepy air coming out of the mud. Not at all. It's just human shit."

Kuah, and again she does the stretch. She is strangled softly from her hands and feet, shivering her body as she blurts and feels good. It's a whole pillow, but when was the girl in front of me also rowing the boat in disdain? I had a lot today, and I had a lot of alcohol, so I couldn't help it.

Come by a little longer.

When I hugged her like that, she rode her head with no resistance. And soon, suddenly, I breathe in a way that makes me feel much better.

I feel comfortable with my ears when I sleep.

So much so that each exhale touches each other, wrapped in several breaths.

There's only a little wind outside.

Hearing that, I also weigh my eyelids again.

Sleeping to fold with the inhabitants of the fantasy world is only slightly different. But it's somewhere fun, interesting, and I look forward to dreaming.

Indirect lighting gets a little darker.

I wonder who the hell the feeling to the soft cheeks came from.

What was it like to bury a lot and feel like a fluffy, warm yang?

He whispered goodnight, and I fell asleep again.

For some reason I felt better when I went to sleep.

I'm sure you'll make a fuss when you wake up, but don't worry, it's a dream.

Good night, everyone in the fantasy world.

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Light instrument sounds, and coming singers.

That was an examination of the monuments taking place in the Second Hierarchy Hall. He has just defeated many powerful enemies, and has conveyed his enthusiasm far away by countless treasures.

The animals who breathed looked at the noise circle in wonder and smelled the unusual air away.

The neighborhood is well cleared, and that represents the goodness of her mood, the Creator.

So here the weather is always good, the abundant water is full of vitality, giving birth to one child after another.

A few weeks ago, a deer who had just joined the circle of life leaves his parents only a little out of curiosity and peeks into his face from the grass. He had well clear eyes and had colors that showed the dynamics of vitality.

At the end of its sight, the stage adorned with grasshoppers, those with instruments, and the appearance of eating, drinking and playing are visible to the eyes.

The appearance is as if you are trying to enjoy living.

The deer move forward one step at a time with their hooves invited out of curiosity.

Shortly afterwards, the screams of a dark elf-like woman rang.