Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Ki-yah-yah.

If a tall laugh sounds like that, there could be one somewhere, a demon lurking.

Demons are vague, and I don't really get to see them. If you're concerned about who you are, ask the fierce ones who fought the demons.

Then a warrior carrying a large weapon would put a nearly drunk whiskey on the table and say:

The devil is a real pain in the ass, he said.

The little time it takes to get that word out of your mouth is a reminder of a painful past. The lost companion, the treasure that had to be thrown away, may have been turned into the devil himself again.

When you unstring Adventure Tan, the more you must say, the more the presence of the devil appears. The number of years a human race can adventure is known, and the more times they meet, the less they are classified.

But still, even after dividing the valuable number of pages, the author must have got the pen "if not told".

Well, from here on out, no explanation or anything like that would be necessary.

Because the devil is right up there, and if you want to know, just look into the dark.

The sound of cracking the rock floor slowly and the blue and white lights that arrive from beyond the bend.

Then a demon shadow rises in shape on the wall.

Multiple heads and countless hands and feet. Slippery, stretched hair floats to the brim.

Shiatsu, Shiatsu, Shiatsu.

The creepy presence slowly approached the corner, and then peered into this side unwrought. As if it were a nightmare, the twitching and golden eyes narrowed with joy.

- Ho ho, it's human (Wold).

Whisper the devil language of such a meaning with a voice like a scratch on the glass.

Late, the rotten odor reaches my nose, but I realize it's a form of witchcraft if I'm a reasonable person. It is a substitute for entering the body and producing effects such as paralysis (paralysis) and panic (fiir) in the chain.

But - …….

Krull and beastly laughter sound like replies.

There was a man there who stood much smaller than the devil, but with plenty of piercing.

Black armor that you can tell was built in antiquity. It has two pairs of eyes and is now turning red and discolored.

His height is not as high as two meters. But there is a huge sword on my shoulder that I can't even hold with my hands, and it has a stuffy glow.

The devil often looked at its existence.

How strange. How strange. Makes me think you're not the right person. Close to a human being as a figure, but the smell emitted also seems to be of the same race.

There is an extraordinary presence to it, causing the crack to run into the mouth of the helmet as a grin to show it.

"Finally..."

Surprisingly, it was the woman's voice that emanated from that crack. But why is it sounding sloppy?

Not while I was surprised. Shortly afterwards, a straight light ran and cut the devil's leg into rings.

It was protected by barriers and cut into rounds of each thick cobblestone, even though it had a life force that seemed inexhaustible. It's like a vegetable.

Not even for a while. If the opposite leg is done the same in less than seconds, we have to decide that we should unleash all our magic powers as demons, the superior species.

It was a body that was transformed into a further alienation, but it was cut into rings by the belly, arms, shoulders, and neck, and dozzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! and I can't wait to shake the ground in chains.

I don't know what it is. I felt really made into a vegetable, and the devil finally felt the intention to kill.

The neck rolled around was about the size of a car, and a woman walked over with the sound of a shoe.

I held a great sword with both arms and had an animal forward leaning attitude, though I doubt it would be really good to call it a woman.

then remove the belt slightly and lift the face covering.

Then there was a woman with a blush on her cheek, her eyes excited enough to make her feel the desire.

"Finally, we finally met. Enough opponents to try and kill this Zweihender! Come on, hurry up, recover. Rebuild it as fast as you can for a second and put up another barrier. You'll see as the same demon clan. You're still alive, aren't you? Squeeze it out to the last drop and dedicate it to this great sword. Come on, come on! Come on!"

I was relieved. And I sincerely thought this guy might be out of his mind.

I can tell that there is no fine dust in the family, but that they want to "kill" each other. Yes, he says he's a demon who belongs at the top, but he sees it as just a vegetable, this woman.

In the dim hall, the devilish words representing the screams rang for a while.

Oh, too bad. I can't believe it was cooked like a vegetable when he said he was a demon tribe eager to encounter (encount).

But you won't be able to stop that Cartina.

I stood up blurry and gave up sighing. [M]

It's like a nasal cry, but this is the fourth tier where crying kids also shut up. It is a complete untouched land for mankind, and we cannot yet predict what kind of enemies will emerge.

With the permission of Mr. Doula, who directs the offensive team, I came as a precursor to that investigation... but I guess I'd have spotted the desire to go to the labyrinth.

The reply at that time was, "Oh, be careful." It was like sending me out for a walk.

Tilt the water bottle and squeal your throat.

I brought in the demonic Cartina because I seemed to be free, but I sincerely wondered if that was a failure and gave the water bottle to my stretched little hand.

Its hands belong to the Half Fairy Elves, whose eyes gleam like gems stare at this one.

"Alas, we all hate to fight the demons of the superior species. Perseverance because you can restore magic to life, and I'm sure you're the only one who's happy with it."

You'd think so. She sends her gaze backwards, and the Magic Dragon gives her face up to respond.

More recently Uridora produces tablet-shaped magic pieces and watches the children waiting at home. Of course the babysitter is her husband, dressed in butler clothes.

Peeping in with me was Shirley, gripping her around the shoulder, with her tablet on her fingertips a little bit.

"I may be mistaken, but I will never cooperate with you as a Demon - didn't Cartina say?

"He said it. He said it! But you must have forgotten because of the weapon you received the other day."

When we looked at each other, the hall was filled with Cartina's delightful laughter.

It swings with ease, but that's even hard for the normal to hold. That's what I got (dropped) when I crusaded the Lord Adom of the Third Hierarchy.

The slaughter is extremely linear, and you're in! and split by the ground. Deactivation of barriers as well as overwhelming cutting forces are provided as characteristics. I'm surprised because rumors say it's worth as much as a country.

I was a little concerned about her smile when I gave it to her. For some reason I regretted that I might have failed. [M]

"Then I don't know which one is the devil. Speaking of which, I heard you're having an event in the mall about demons."

"Devil's event? Although I'm still not familiar with Japanese history, the concept of the devil must have come from the West, right?

I snort. Once a year, the events we do at the end of October are from the West, as Marie put it.

And the Japanese, with their meeher side, think "I don't care about history," just like Christmas and so on. It's a clean response in a way as a non-religious person.

"I'm sure they said it was the day the devil was coming. So this one looks like a demon, protects the crop or something."

The idea is interesting to anyone who has thought about this event because this one also tells us to get rid of the demons who have come. That's what developed into the oldest cosplay event in the world, so you'd be surprised to see what's going on now.

With that explanation, the elf girl looked disgusted.

"Eh... I wonder what's so funny with the same outfit as that one"

Oh, speaking of which, the real thing was right in front of you.

When I looked at you, I was just running away from Cartina. The impression is the worst category...... no, is there any demon with a good impression in the first place?

"Oh, not like that, but play whatever you like these days. Animated characters or whatever. If that's what you're up to, Marie's a magician, and no one cares if you keep your ears shut."

What do you think, I'm interested? Turning to her face with that look, the pompous girl had her mouth open. The same was true of Uridora in the rear, who had blinking eyes reminiscent of black crystals.

"Oh, I mean... Kosupu?

"Oh, Makoto! I didn't know you were working on such an event when you said you were a serious Japanese! That's the cartoon power, it's different to do!

Yeah, he finally caught my interest. I seem to have been mistaken for a cosplay event, but I don't mind if you're looking forward to it. We're non-religious in the first place, and you just have to enjoy it.

The top demon tribe I admired is Cotempan, and I don't care anymore. Halloween would be a lot more fun than that. Of course, I tend to pull it off, although I've never participated in such an event.

"Fortunately, there are some magic dragons here who can freely make costumes, and it's a familiar shopping mall event. Why don't you join us if you want?

"Come on! Of course I'm going! Hey, I'm ashamed to be alone, and Uridora and Shirley should do a 'rub puff', right?

"Heh, heh, whatever. Now, what kind of clothes would you like? Should we still learn from tradition and dress like demons..."

The real devil is that way, and the two of them talk to each other about it.

Come to think of it, the Elves and the Magic Dragons love cartoons and clothes, and for some reason they want to incorporate new events into the second tier. Such a lively event would delight me in participating.

Speaking to Cartina, who still hasn't played enough, we just decided to go back to Japan.

We don't remember exactly what happened to that demon after all.