Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Mountain weather is changeable.

Yes, I've heard it for a long time, and now it's easy to feel it from time to time because I live at the foot of the mountain in Aomori.

But I don't think that's just due to the terrain. The trees that try to cover it up to the sky are blocked from sight, and they can't immediately notice the changes in the weather.

The sky was turning into a cold color somewhere, and if you smell it, there was a mix of smells of rain somewhere.

"I wonder if it's raining close. It was clear until just now."

That's me whining, but now I only wear it on my hips, so I felt cold and it was natural. And the light purple eyes that look at me sneezing "kushu" are also cold to freeze again.

The girl's words uttered in retrospect belong to the Elves, so I don't know what they're saying.

If you look at the expression, you're probably saying, "Because you're so good at it," or, "If you ever try to make a human disease happen to me, I'll never forgive you."

There was such a grudge. Face forward, the girl walking seems to be named Mariabelle. That's not the girl in front of me who taught me that, she's an Elf elder and her father.

Looking back, blocked by the deep trees, I can no longer see the ruins we were talking about earlier. The area was wrapped in dark green, and instead I could see the butterflies descending.

The fallen old tree is mossy and blossoms small. I guess you're smoking that honey. The butterflies were stretching their mouths like straws, stopping one after the other to rest their feathers.

Peek softly, I breathe. [M]

The transparency of the puddle was high, and I was surprised that I could see beyond the sunlight it plugged in.

There is a decorated stone wall covered in the roots of the trees, which continues to a considerable depth. The tip that sandwiched the water was a completely different world, and the voice "wow" came out of my throat by accident.

Wow, the inside of an elf is amazing. There's gonna be fairies everywhere.

The elders also said, but usually the inside is closed, they say. It's a rare event to get into an elf as much as it does in the literature.

I heard there was a storm the other day and the altar was broken, but I'm not happy about the misfortune.

If I thought so, I finally realized that my cold gaze was being directed. From the other side, Mariabelle stared at me with her triple-white eyes, and I turned my back and walked out to say, "It's just fine, please stay out of the way."

"Wah, wait, wait!

Oh, you shouldn't. It's my bad habit to be caught up in these fantastic sights. After all these years, it's as if it hasn't changed, so I might just stay this way as an adult.

I think that sounds like fun.

Mariabelle walking fast because of it, but she still seemed to lack strength and caught up quickly.

Bright white, shaking her long hair and she looks back.

Large gemstone-like eyes are full of color and the skin is incredibly white and clear. It's like she's the one who tells you she's the fairy.

Are you jeopardizing your beauty by looking grumpy at all costs?

How can you be out of breath so quickly when you say you live in a forest like this?

I also think they said a lot of accusations earlier. But no matter how much you say, I don't understand Elf, and it was the Elf elder, Lord Osbell himself, who ordered her to "teach each other the language".

So the girl puffs off her face like she gave up, turning her back and walking away.

Is the girl's clothes handmade?

The cloth covering the chest is suspended with a shoulder strap and is rustically stained close to pink.

He's showing off his beautiful spine, and the hairy balls attached to him may mimic the tail of a rabbit. I think it's cute because it's something that rocks to the left and right with a gait that shows anger.

As you gaze at its tail, you get to where Mariabelle seems to live.

A shadow fell all around me. Because I went into a tree.

Even though the surroundings are dry trees to the cage, I find it only slightly strange that there are doors with a handle in them.

At the side of the entrance is a mushroom up to the waist... eh, what is this? It's bigger than I've ever seen, and it's growing very naturally, like furniture.

I accidentally tried to hold onto it with my finger, and Petin and I were slapped in the hand.

"Tito! Chicci t, onod!

Angry, is it?

I clasp my eyes, whilst holding my slapped hand. It didn't hurt, but I was surprised.

Probably meant don't touch it, but maybe "Tito" is the word "hey" or something. I want to hit the conjunctions and such, but I don't even know the noun yet, so I don't think I have to remember.

I guess the reason why I don't think like an elementary school student is because I'm reaching out not only to the major words of this world, but also to ancient languages.

I've been playing with that ever since I got my mind on it. Maybe that's why I'm a little different from the other kids.

Oh, I want to be able to talk to you soon.

Talk to the Elves in Elf language close to a fairy tale. I just imagine that and it makes me snooze, and I'm excited from the bottom of my heart.

Would she be surprised if she found out she remembered some demonic tales?

No, the door opens.

There are stairs stretching underground and dim. But when she whispered one thing, something shimmering appeared. A shadow that leaves particles and dances like a fairy, the Spirit of Light.

I saw it twice.

No, it's early. It's too soon. He who uses the Spirit has seen it before, but he hears that the Spirit is a whim. It should be extremely unlikely that you can call it in just one thing.

"Lysomou!"

Put me down, surprised, and the girl calls to the end of the stairs.

Then the back door was opened and one woman appeared. She looks so much like Mariabelle that she can tell she's her mother alone.

However, the hair is the opposite black color, and the wavy curves are drawn to expose the forehead.

The eyes were amber like a flame of fire.

She takes a slight breath, then takes something out of the small closet at the door. It was a knife the length to the elbow that was slickly pulled out and glowed under the light of the fairy of light.

When I realized it, I was rolling all over the meadow.

'Cause I ran up the stairs in one breath, and they chopped me up where I was, so there's nothing I can do. I had my eyes turned black and white when I was slashed.

"Hey, hey! Mariabelle, Mariabelle! What did you just say!? You told me right about me!?

Knowing each other, I call the name of the girl again and again looking in the direction of the day after tomorrow. A knife danced in front of me, blocking that vision. The blade melts the spirits of the earlier light to make scarlet eyes more radiant.

The earrings on his earlobes were also similarly scarlet, with a belligerent grin on the edge of his mouth.

Calm down, calm down with both hands.

I'm not a bad kazhiho, and I'm not an enemy. I just want to be taught words and culture and have funny, fun dreams.

The reply was a kick in the toe that stretched badly.

It is a dress with cuts up to a high position and bright white thighs are exposed by sunlight.

Despite the heeled, the thighs, forged in wild life, were powerful enough to be pierced through the torso. I panicked and rolled down the ground, but if I ate something like this properly, I'd wake up from my dreams!

Maybe he's a militant.

The chief was a very intelligent and calm man, and Mariabelle didn't expect that at all because she didn't like exercising.

She shafts her hand on the ground and her leg, which she should have twitched, approaches the back of her head. The muscles swelled up, and there was momentum on the way that even the skull was about to be smashed.

Take a breath, but somehow stick your hands out and touch your knees.

I tried to replace that with a cushion, but it was like no. The unabsorbable shock looms, forcing her to revolve around her legs like a reverse ascent.

As she managed to pull out on the other side, her legs went away at tremendous speed.

Relaxed is upside down in the air.

I have a breast wrapped in cloth in front of me, which makes me sweat on my bare skin. At a distance enough to smell the annoying sweat, he looked down from his eyes in a flaming colour.

"Aurore Chich Izhau"

According to a story I heard later, the word meant "hello, and goodbye".

I knew it was important to learn Elf, and I felt pain from the bottom of my heart. If you can't convey the words you want to convey, you can't understand what's wrong. Though I don't even know if it's a misunderstanding in the first place.

A knife grabbed by his waist and held in his opposite hand looms.

It's a sharpened blade that even shows my screaming face, and it's a straight line with my heart rolled. I only have enough time left to blink anymore.

I'm throwing away a stone axe, and I just want you to give me a break for sleeping three times. So anything was good already, and I shouted aggressively because I don't mind sleeping three times for anything.

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~! Osbell!

Speaking of that name, it makes me grin brutally, and the knife stops right in front of me. At a distance of about a few millimeters.

It was me ringing my heart like an early bell, but when I could lift it with one hand, her beautiful face approached me. And with an amazing look, "Osbell?," he said, tilting his little neck.

My lips look just like the girl's again, even if I don't paint red.

I nod so many times and just repeat the same word, "Osbell". When she heard it, she wrinkled between her brows and pointed her gaze at Mariabelle.

Again, word is important.

If it were her husband's name, which is not any other, it would make sense, even if he didn't understand the words. That's what I thought and shouted, but this time he played his kung fu.

Mariabelle says something blurry like she makes excuses, and now her mother makes her face look rude.

Oh, I wonder if that helped.

I want to be relieved, but the hips that are being grabbed eat in, and I have to hold them down desperately because they're getting sloppy.

Oh, I want to learn the words. I want to remember now. And then I said, "Get me down! I'm allowed to tell you that."

It was at the same time that I could crack my hip and solve my misunderstanding. [M]