Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

The hair had a dark night color reminiscent of the night's visit.

Drawing a curve and stretching it to her waist is exactly that of a black rose blooming into her hall.

The Blackrose family is regarded as the oldest in the Alirai kingdom as a bloodline and surprisingly the reign years are longer than the royals.

But right now, she's the only remaining blood muscle. All the others are breathless, and they are thorough because they have not even been left with a tomb mark, Puselli thinks in his heart. That "thoroughness" is a word that has praised the former brave candidate, Zarish, for not leaving the roots behind.

If he keeps his surroundings quiet with every step he takes, the ruler (master) Pseli turns his surroundings into cold things with every walk.

Those who see it do not leak a voice of vigilance. I feel this in my instincts when it sucks, and it's time to step back one step at a time.

That must be blood. Wonders and her breath quench the cold air by destroying her to the heart of battle. Like a freezer with a door open, it leaks koo and exhale.

I spend time in this second tier looking adorable maids, but when I meet powerful enemies in various battlefields, the trouble is this nature appears.

That should be the substitute you see on the battlefield, which is usually strictly hidden by iron helmets. But now the intent to kill the stripper was scattered, and those who saw it were not as comfortable as alive.

There's a man ahead on the deserted road. It covers one eye with an eyelid, unlike the previously giraffed atmosphere, but with the same face that has repeatedly appeared in dreams. Just looking at it, Mischi and the blood vessels on my forehead rang.

Shit, I think.

It's not good to be breathing the same air.

It's not good to have a friendly conversation with Eve, the crew member.

The fact that a man who speaks the same language as a human being can think of a naked person under that garment makes him smile and serve even if he forgets his family training as a Black Rose, in all things and events.

Now, what did Pseli look like?

You can tell that by looking at this one and looking at the frozen dark elves. Whoa, groans, no more words coming out. Stiff as ice packed into his spine, he couldn't react as one, even if Pseli had a rendezvous.

The other is a boy with a sleepy face.

He seems to have a gentle, but actually audacious side, and greets him with a slight grin: "Hello, Mr. Puselli". Well, she was impressed.

He seems to have just given up recommending a roasted noodle, but he realizes that the matter lies with someone else and only takes one step back.

And the man standing in the front, Zarish.

He was in a deep bowed position, waiting for his voice to be heard. Should I crack this head open or whisk out the other eyeball? I was often a troubled pussy, but first I greeted her like a lady.

"Kon Hachi, Zarish"

I've got a voice that's roughly unpopular, but I don't care. Look seriously from top to bottom with frozen eyes so you can lick it. Eve and others shook their whole bodies at the power of its human secession somewhere.

Apparently she has finally realized the essence of the Master. Even an elegant lady on the outside was willing to show off her insides.

"Yes, Master Pseli. My apologies for the inconvenience."

Giggy and strange sounds emanated from his body.

The desire to kill and boil the bones until they melted was disputed, and it didn't settle well.

There are no signs of a celebration yet. And many hide in the shade of the trees, and tremble in the midst of the fierce.

- Just then, the change came.

Even wrapping around (...) or (...) will be as high as your knees, and if you realize it, you can't even see the other side of the lake. The warm sun whispered cold, and the birds, who felt something, returned to the woods.

"? Is this...?

Finally noticing the anomaly, Pseli also looked around.

Then the lamp is lit on the side of the road with the pomp, pomp, and. It is like a sign not to be lost, but also an invitation from the dead to let them stray into Nara.

Ahead, the lakeside stage, which the lamp leads to, floats amidst the lights. It was the brunette woman who stood there, as well as her husband in this second tier.

Uridora, dressed in white, whispered facelessly to everyone around her.

"It's a day like this. That horrible night kept me humid, cold and tight..."

The voice also has no emotions, but everyone pays attention like a moth drawn to the lights.

Those who notice will have noticed. The lamps illuminating the area were not only on the trails, but also on the shores of the lake.

The surroundings were cold somewhere, uncomfortable as if watching a nightmare live. I get puffy goosebumps just because I can stroke my skin from the wind.

What the hell is going on? But he has an equally surprising look, and anxiety and so on doesn't seem to go away.

Baba, Bari Li...... Z, Zun!

Thunderlight rushes over the sky, and soon the ground sounds from the woods.

Uridora, who looks at it, exhales giving up as if it had begun. Everyone's anxiety was even greater when they were usually just grand at any given time.

"Let's just say I tell you what happened that night. Black Rose Mansion with the oldest history, what the hell happened. Come on, everybody, gather around and touch your shoulders. If I had been alone, what would I have seen... and I would be terrified to put it out of my mouth"

The squeezing voice will gather all of us together.

Those who lose their hips and can't get up scream and cry out for me to take them with them.

Those gathered here today did not want to see the terrible Black Rose past or anything else. I wanted to snuggle right into the futon and sleep well in a drunken mood.

But their liver was completely chilled out by the signs of Pseli's release, which only appeared to be outside, and Uridora's threatening words earlier.

I want to get away from this place right now. But I can't stand up alone and walk down that dark, lonely trail.

They were surely tied up by such invisible force.

And the cloth on the stage starts to shine on the pomegranate.

What emerged was a terminal sentence called "Black Rose" reminiscent of the story. But the shape of the logo was distorted, and there was instability as written by the insane.

And the fierce men that were once rampaged round about upon the earth and beneath the earth sipped at the same time.

Well, it's a complicated mood for Kitase to see how it goes.

A dark elf clinging to his shoulder while wearing a half vest can only walk one step inside and one step at a time like his hips have fallen out.

Even if she speaks out that it's okay, vulnerable to horror, she snarls and snorts with disappointment.

Shirley on the other hand, of course, but he doesn't even scare me as an ex-death. Turning his gaze, he returns the usual grin, instead grabbing Kitase's clothes to avoid straying even on a dim road.

We're on our way, of course, in front of the stage where everyone is.

streaming audio, and the screaming of the sobbing audience. Hear that, and give up your breath. Kitase one.

Movie theater I went to see a while back, with that in mind. Kitase quickly realized that Uridora was performing with plenty of intensity. But I also know it's too much. He seems to be bothering his head about how to tell it later.

Pseli, on the other hand, and Zarish were slowly following the rear.

However, not only has he been detoxified by the finesse of the production, but the screen shows him to his face, and his eyes are rounded. Zarish walking next door had also drawn his face to the shame of being seen by everyone at that time.

"Oh, I'm done. I leaked my piss then. They'll be watching soon."

He was exhaling so deeply.

He was once a brave candidate and made his hegemony and desire look like he wasn't there, and a little more pussy poison was drained.

"Didn't you say there was nothing to be afraid of?

"There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm the one screaming and running away right now."

That's what I said and pointed my thumb at. Ahead, it shows you trembling like a catacotta and a lamb. But he can't scream, "Don't look." I'm sure that's what Uridora was talking about as "punishment," and he thinks it's necessary.

"Then I'll accept it. There's nothing else. I made it clear that I would accept all punishment."

"Was it? Has the atmosphere changed from before, Zarish?

"I don't know. But I understand that it just collapses in a bad direction. Oh, no, please don't, just the way it looks... God..."

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... And when it came to the decisive scene of leaking urine, everyone burst out laughing as if they'd forgotten their previous fears. Belly up, stop it, the way you roll around when you're in pain...... it's too bad.

I was just made nervous the whole time, and the effect was enormous. My body relaxes, and I can no longer stop laughing like I can play. If even the surroundings are laughing off, there will be an applause for the weirdness.

Oh - and Zarish, who held his head with both hands, was in tears in the eyes of those who remained. Seeing that, Pseli chuckled.

"I was stunned. You just made it look good."

"Exactly, I was just noticed when I saw that one too. He was really a cowardly man. But what if it's past your throat? My faults, my fears of Pseli, they're not a big deal."

That makes sense. Bigeye turns this way.

Oh, and Pseli was surprised. I should have scared him properly, but speaking of which, I recall if he hadn't trembled on that spot.

When asked with his eyes what that meant, he stares and then speaks out.

"What scares me is losing it. Losing something important is scarier than anything else. In that regard, you do not take away, Pseli Black Rose"

"I don't know, I might take up the rest of the eyeballs. Of course, Eve there, trembling like a lamb, is my favorite and dear friend."

That's what Zarish laughs at, and in a grumpy manner, Puceri swells one cheek. But the look on his face, which left him a product as a nobleman, also seemed to have the effect of paying off the worries of a brave candidate.

I was seen pitiful, but some got it instead. Then he thought that Uridora's punishment was not bad, either.

Even now, the screen is littered with screams emanating from themselves, and the audience is turning their complexions blue, but some of the moods are clearer than they were earlier.

As far as time is concerned, is it about a short screening? Walking was very slow by the hip-crushing Eve, and by the time we got there the horrible footage was over, showing a black rose wet in the morning dew.

I don't know how many years it's been since that one bloomed.

Just that beauty had a beauty that would heal them well enough after watching the movie.

Zarish nodded when he came to Uridora, who grinned.

After the evening, the sourcing group for the ingredients also returned.

Uridora, who is good at the art of travelling far away, delivers fresh sea delights from the fishing village far away.

Many were exchanges with mountain delights, such as vegetables and meat, and continued to build a good relationship of mutual benefit.

It's just a little elf girl who comes running, and the boy walks over one step at a time to pick her up. The expression is "I don't want you to run because you're about to fall," he worries, his eyes black-and-white to the indication that he will be hooked to a tree branch.

As if he had predicted, the boy supported his body, and those around him breathed a uniform ho relief.

That's when Pong and I get slapped on the shoulder and Zarish looks back. What awaits us is Puselli, the ruler, and the face of Diamond Squad, a former subordinate.

Puselli, with the sunset behind him and at the head, was dazzled for him.

"Here I am the ruler (master). But when it comes to war, I forget me, and I understand that there is immaturity that can't even protect everyone. But..."

"That was awesome. All I had to do was break through. Come on, I cried in trouble too."

"Um, that's when Eve said," Oh, no. "

"Stop! I'm still in the middle of a conversation!

Her face turned red and Pseli was so angry, then she turned her black eyes when she hid her mouth with a fan as she remembered.

"Your faulty sins will never be repaid. But it's possible to make amends, and I won't take away the opportunity."

So she told me to fight for the Diamonds from now on.

I'm sure that wasn't an easy decision. Because the young girls behind him still had feelings of fear against him.

Still...... no, that's why he nodded.

"I understand, Master Pseli. I will be the sword and the shield, and I will protect you all."

He breaks his knee and lowers his head deeply, Shirana and she pulls out her lower back sword. His title is painted by Puselli, the ruler, and his grades are greatly downgraded from the Brave Candidate to the Black Rose Knight.

But his grin floating in the sunset felt somewhere full.

Put yourself through the suit and dress without some gaps.

Being familiar is important to a gentleman, and is speechless such as flaking and sagging. When I checked my whole body with that in mind, another man entered the dressing room.

He has the same length and neat face as him and caresses his red hair clean. What? This guy sends his gaze at each other, and he sees the same outfit and understands he's an employee.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Zarish"

It's your first day, and you'll need to say hello. Zarish, who decided so, offered his right hand, but the man laughs with a hoot of nose as he bruises.

Instead it was the left hand that was offered, but it was like showing off one's fingers rather than shaking hands.

There are four golden rings there with a proud look on their face.

"What! But wait, this is not a number of fights, etc. The most important thing is quality and the weight of love!

"Oh man, I wonder when you realize you're losing even one weight, you fool."

His name is Lavos and he is such a powerful man that the Gedover country will have a whole dispersal... but for the moment he will be a sweaty companion.

It was also likely that arguing with Ghangi would eventually become a festive poem in this second tier.

Now, for the record, since I saw that movie entertainment, they've become very nice to their maid, Pselli.

You think there is a strange culture that spontaneously cleans up after not being able to do terrible things like hand over dishes that have been eaten?