Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Stretched out his silver hair, he hits the ground with a cane.

Then the girl also realizes that the elder has appeared, and shake it over here... I won't.

Even the young man working on the field is pointing his finger at me to look behind him, but in his desperate shape, he says, "Don't be ridiculous about letting the human race do the field work! ♪ And you look angry. ♪

What do you want to do? and the hunter and elders looked at each other and shrugged each other that they would soon notice.

From what I've seen, I'm not so much of a rushed opponent. The human race does have a savage side, but not all of them do. It is the girl who is emitting a disturbing atmosphere one way or the other, and she is awfully full of it.

"It's time for you to stay calm. Earlier, I let go of my awesome hunter. To shoot you, of course."

The human child, whose fingertips were pointed at the tip of his nose, curiously snapped his neck. There was a hunter-like with a bow in her hand right behind her, and she probably wondered if there was anyone else besides him.

On the mossy stairs they grate their hips and begin to prepare their tea in a familiar move. And the fire that was summoned, and he walked with four legs, beneath Jacan.

Since we have been friends for a long time, it would be a good thing for the Spirit to know what to do without ordering us. Of course, it's manners not to mention offering incense trees as a thank you.

While the fire is licking the incense tree with a short tongue, the water boils and the smell of tea leaves begins to drift.

Until then, she was a girl who had always unilaterally swept away, but noticed the scent and sniffed cum with her shapely nose. Then he finally looked back at me.

"Oh, Mariabelle noticed."

"Then the bet is my win, isn't it? The elders are also sweet to read that you'll notice by the time you're done making tea."

To the hunter's words, "No, I'm here. Ha ha," he gave people a good laugh. And when I take the silver coin out of my pocket, I put about a few on his palm.

Seeing it, Mariabelle walked slightly over her anger to the dew.

"Father...... not, elder! Every bet inside should be forbidden! Besides, I can't believe you got the human currency!

"I wonder if those faces have come to resemble my mother's. I think it's serious. It's just a little quiet."

A man with bright white hair, just like her, is a man known as the ruler and elder of this forest. The robe, which shows its high status, is engraved with purple embroidery and goes well with the stretched hair.

The cane in my hand uses the spirits' preferred hiragi as its core, and I stand up poking at the ground with it. I waved away the fire that I was sorry to help.

"Come on, Marie. And the humans there."

Turn the tone from earlier, and in a rough voice he releases.

Words don't have to make sense. If there are signs, I can see them. The half-naked human child stood up, clothed (?) Walk over while paying the shell on.

The other girl also pulled her face tight again and stood before the elder, staring at the child with a kick.

"Hehe, you've finally found me. With the snake you were peeling earlier, I'm sure they're going to put it in a big pot... Ouch! Hey, Elder, your ears are hurting!

And the long ears were lifted, and the little girl rose.

And he stared at Mariabel, who was in tears, and leaked a sigh of powerlessness.

"Looks like my daughter has been rude. I don't remember raising him to be a violent kid, but he exaggerated the lesson a little bit."

When he spoke that way, the human child rounded his eyes. He peeps in with his eyes that make him feel gentle, even in the harshness. "Hmm, you heard me?" He asks again. Then finally the boy opened his mouth.

"You speak a common language!

"I remember all the major languages. Knowledge doesn't come in baggage. In your case, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Uh... and the boy mumbles like he can't tell. He couldn't have told the boulder that he had been dusted by your daughter as well as the turbulence in the river.

After a strange look at the situation, he turned his back "come".

There were mossy ruins and thoughtful buildings all the way ahead of the crossing stone where the dots were placed, on a sleek slope.

There are several holes in the ceiling where the sunlight plugs in.

Ruins that decay while eroded from the roots of trees will surely collapse without being restored as such. No one knows if it's hundreds, or thousands of years from now.

Silver decorations decorating columns, and a view of the gemstone's original stones make the boy's eyes shine. But they don't even touch it just by looking at it, it's not just an admiration for monetary value.

And the sound of this and the sole of the shoe sounds for a while.

There are cracks everywhere and if it is daytime, there is no trouble with the brightness. There are grasses and flowers blooming in the hall, freely inhabiting even the little birds. Such scenery seemed unusual again. The boy was watching.

and the girl's harsh voice echoes the ruins at that time.

"Elder, this is a sanctuary! I can't believe we're letting the humans in!

"Now, is he really just a human being? This is just my reckoning, but it also looks like only half of it exists in this world. Well, that's good. Both of you, hang up."

At the end of the directions was a stone table. Is it commonly used? The surface is polished like a mirror, and the basket also contains fresh fruit.

Watching two people sit on a knitted chair, he also takes the front seat. The elder opened his mouth softly as the voices of the little birds rang from the chitchat and the sky.

"I say the elder in this, Osbell. Let's start by asking why you're here and why you're traveling."

"I was flushed into the river and I arrived here. It was on the way, but it was a coincidence."

"Well, I wonder if that will be done by chance. No, I know it's a coincidence if I look at your face. But inside it was closed so I could never get in from the outside. No matter how much of a storm it was, it's just as low if you think of it as a chance that the altar will break"

Okay, well, he turns his mind. Place your fingers on the wrinkles of your nagging forehead and look up at the sky with twitching, clear eyes. There were birds that grabbed on the big branches.

"... Hmm, I can't help thinking about it. If there's no more purpose than that, why did you bother coming all the way to the mile?

"Hopefully, you know, I wanted to learn Elf."

On his reluctant but desperate face, he laughs all the time. Back to back with appearance...... no, except for the appearance of his hips, he thought he was as curious as he looked.

Lowering his guard for about another step, he opens his mouth again.

"I also know that my heart jumps at something called an unknown language. And Elf is a word more easily understood by the Spirit. If you're gifted, you might be able to manipulate the Spirit."

With just a few words, the boy's eyes shine with curiosity. In contrast to Mariabelle, who carved wrinkles between her eyebrows and snubbed them, it's only a little funny how his expression gets brighter.

Then he thinks. I think we might be able to solve a headache problem.

"There is no currency available to pay, so we will work to pay you back for that. So please, let me live here for a while!

"Yeah, let's forgive it. No, no, don't look suspicious because you admitted it completely. I have a problem, too."

One giggle tickles and his quiet eyes are pointed next to him. Staring ahead was Mariabelle, who knitted her hair into the lid room, taking a glance from the two of them, leaving her squeaky face "?" Brings the word to mind.

"She's cute, as you can see, but I've spoiled her too much. Because of that, human hatred is past degrees, and growth is slow. Much better than kids my age."

"What, the growth? What does that mean?

In response to that inquiry, he slowly began to answer.

Unlike humans, the Elves do not grow on their own after years. Because of their strong ties to the Spirit, spiritual aspects, rather than years, greatly affect their appearance.

The younger the thought, the younger it remains, and those who lived long enough to stop thinking again will decay naturally.

So Osbell thought:

Because if you have the opportunity to deal with people who come from outside, you can overcome excessive human hatred and also grow up knowing strange cultures.

Containing a watermark stained with flower nectar in his mouth, his silver eyes are directed at the boy.

"Teaching Mariabel the human language is a condition as consideration. Heh heh, she's the kind of girl that even pokes at my teachings. That's awesome."

It was also a time when he gave a joyous look that if that were good, the boy stuffed his voice with "uuch" in the second half of the elder's words.

Until then, an elder's gaze is directed at Mariabelle, who has been watching for the long haul without understanding the words. Seeing it, the girl let her lips open colored like flowers.

"Elder, have you decided on the disposition of the human race?

"Oh, I decided to let him spend some time with you. Teach your elves well."

"............ what?

"Instead you can remember the human language. Good for you, there's a lot more to read in the library."

"Ahhhhhhhh!?

A grinning, beautiful grin instantly turned to a stunned look, which surprised the boy who was next door.

The birds also flew somewhere surprised, but only one, Osbell, didn't break Nico's grin.

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A man's finger touches a fragment of a broken rock.

It is mossy because of the humidity by the waterfall and only the broken cross section is brand new.

The hunter, wearing a leather hat at the depth of his eyes, stands still with eyes as sharp as an eagle as before.

Nothing unnatural from what I've seen.

Unnatural, that is, whether or not they were subjected to man-made destruction.

Probably couldn't stand the storm the other day due to years. Yes, he concludes, getting up slowly.

"This can only be fixed by elders. Hmm, so it's been a long time since I've been able to do my job?"

He grins at the edge of his mouth and laughs with pleasure.

The original job is to keep surveillance, intimidation and, in some cases, casualties from disturbing people entering the closed interior.

The sorcerer guards the inside, and the hunter guards the sorcerer. They had lived like that for a long time now.

Not many people can answer that question as to why.

However, ahead of him he looks back, he sees a ruin with elders, and Hum and the hunter leak a sigh.

"Don't bother if they do find out about that... yeah? What is this?"

That's when the hunter noticed something.

At the kneeling end, there is soil. It's still new.

"Isn't it wacky where Mariabelle got busted... I wouldn't have grown these bristles."

What his fingers picked was a bunch of beasts and short hairs.

Smell one cum, then the hunter's eyes are directed at the woods.

The look of pulling an arrow out of your hips and putting your hat back on deeper into your eyes is closer to an eagle.

Only the hunter found out that the forest air was cooler than earlier.