Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

What kind of dreams do people have at night when they fall asleep?

I wonder, for example, if you're flying freely in the sky, manipulating magic, or spending time as a king. Maybe it's like being on the monster's side and rambling.

That sounds like fun, but I don't know... can you believe I'm dreaming of being hit by the rain bare.

As soon as Mariabelle, and her mother, entered the house, Batan and the door were tightened. Shortly afterwards, the rain that shook out quickly turned into something large.

Water droplets are something warm, not that cold.

But why not? Tears were going to spill with the rain.

"I wonder if everyone dreams like this..."

No, you won't see, you're going to hear someone poking around from nowhere.

Doors open abruptly after doing so for a while. There stood Mariabelle holding her butt down, crying loudly and pimply, and an earlier brunette woman.

He has clothes in his hand that he can tell are made of fabric, and his mother, who had scolded the girl until then, immediately looks up at the sky and looks surprised. Then pounding the big mushroom that was by the front door in a hurry, there was a white spore dancing around.

Oh, and I'm amazed at the sight.

Fluffy and floating spores suck water and become jelly. But the spores were still drifting through the universe, turning into something like a clear vinyl umbrella.

"Ella! Revo Immoke!

Louder. She gives, and squeaks and runs through the puddles. The sound of the rain was only a little farther away when I was soon covered with the magic of it.

Oh, wow. Wasn't that just a mushroom earlier instead of an umbrella? But how can you stay afloat even if you breathe water?

While I was looking up, the woman was starting to wipe my body with a cloth.

"Iloh, Iloh, Zlokut?

As always, I don't know what they're saying. But unlike earlier, I'm looking sorry for my jade eyes, and I'm letting my shapely eyebrows turn into the letter (c).

When he was attacked, he was horrible in his ghostly shape, but I think maybe he's a very sweet person, etc.

It was that of a kind mother who would show it in a trick to do Hail, and when she obeyed it, she wiped her armpits and so on and it just tickled a little.

I was covered with cloth from my head with my pants as it was and fastened to the button quickly.

"Ooh, warm...... Thanks!

Words don't have to make sense. I bow my head down, and now I wipe it with a cloth wrapped around my head.

One thing I'm going to call you. Her face was right around the corner, and I thought she was very pretty, and I felt her cheeks turn red.

The girlfriend shows a grin and a gentle grin before pointing at herself.

"Sharsha."

That's what they whisper from their plump lips. It was repeated twice, three times, and I finally realized what it meant.

The name Sharsha must be her name. Mouth the name with care for pronunciation, it reinforces the grin on your lips more than earlier.

That's how he stared at me from his scarlet eyes, and I'm sure he said, "Now it's your turn."

I've introduced myself a lot so far.

Nice to meet you, hello, I've been saying hello.

And at the end of the day, I must say goodbye.

So when I introduce myself just a little bit, I miss it, but at some point I wasn't afraid to take the first step.

"Mr. Sharsha. Kazhiho, my name is Kazhiho."

"Kazuio? Huh, Eaje, Imetiv"

And he put out his tongue, and was made to bite with his teeth. Maybe he laughed at me for "pronunciation that's going to bite me". That loving look will blow me out, too.

It must be because he stayed barefoot. He will be held in his arms as he is, and Hiroshi and Mr. Sharsha will walk out.

At the front door is a girl still blushing her nose, and Mr. Sharsha tells her something in a strong tone. Then Mariabelle shrugged and looked up with those big eyes.

The pompous and whining words could have meant an apology.

Mr. Sharsha strokes his bright white hair and then hugs the girl with his opposite arm like a reward.

I was amazed at how easy it was to hold us as elementary school students, and how easy it was to crush the elf statue we had before.

More surprising than that is the face of the girl who appeared so much on the other side.

I'm much closer than I've ever been, I look at you like a doll, and I can't help but notice you in your big eyes like a jewel.

Probably pissed off a lot earlier.

I am hoarding my tears full, and my nose is red and clinging to my mother is childish.

I still don't get the word, and I don't know anything but the name. But I guess I'm not so different from a human child when I hug her all the time.

So I give you my right hand, as usual, and show it in a trick, not a word. I'm sure the way we reconcile is no different from humans.

A roughly stretched hand has touched my fingertips properly.

Farewell is always waiting. But more than that, I like to meet. The evidence conveys the girl's temperature here, and when she grabs it from her little finger all the time, I smile naturally.

The girl also lets loose her stiff lips as she was stuck and gives her just a little grin. That's all, and I'm glad to hear from you, even if your breakup is waiting for you one day.

Well, sure, I think it's that nice, well-spoken thing.

Mr. Sharsha, who was about to knock through the door at that time, somehow turned his body around.

That could have been the same as the abrupt beginning.

A lot of rain had disappeared somewhere, and the sun was slipping out of the sky.

Me and Mariabelle, and Mr. Sharsha, are the same ones who leak cheers.

The forest, which inhales a lot of water, begins to emit heat all over the ground, causing a lull. I think it's somewhere fantastic that the trees are whispering the western sun to create a striped contrast. It's a shame a rainbow is born over there.

If you look at it, the jelly spores that were swelling up also start to shed excess moisture. When I lose my weight like that, I dance in the sky with Fuwa.

Maybe I'll do that and fly the seed with the moisture and use it as food for when it sticks somewhere someday.

I thought there was an ecological umbrella.

Apparently it's good to be free in this house.

When I was given clothes, I looked over my head blurry and began to think about the lives of the Elves.

Their houses were built to wear hill slopes rather than the ground.

It takes air from a chimney stretched out onto the ground, and inserts sunlight through a hole that is by the way.

They don't care about trivialities or anything here, and when it rains like it did earlier, the water pours in easily. For this reason, waterways are available to the left and right of the hallway, so I am amazed at the differences from previous cultures.

"Oh, wow. How can this not be moldy?"

I glance at it with a leak.

The dim hallway has a round shaped ceiling and is just a substitute for cementing the soil. It feels rough when I touch it, and I think it's strange that it doesn't smell like soil, and it doesn't even collapse.

Sometimes on that wall, I also notice that they are digging small holes. I wonder what this is for, and I look at it and think.

"Kazhiho"

That's when the girl's face peered from across the hallway. I have dripping bright white hair and I think the look on my face that seems distressing thanks to making up earlier was only a little soothing.

He walks up with the Spirit of Light on his shoulder and looks up at the wall I'm looking at in the same way.

The girl tilts her little neck like she wonders what the hell she's looking at, and then she turns her big eyes.

Behind that Mariabelle the Light Spirit flickered and sat down in an earlier hole...... oh well, I realized if this was a hole for lighting.

The corridor, which was supposed to be dark, became as much light as Japan's, and it became unclear whether the life of the Elves was primitive or modern.

"At least I guess it feels easier than human life. I didn't see much labor during the day."

Unlike other buildings, the long hallways are probably because they think differently. Instead of partitioning them with walls, they may be distancing space from space as a measure against the brittleness of the structure called soil.

Heh, heh, the girl gets the opposite look when she's impressed.

I take my eyebrows in strange shapes and stare at them every time I tell them if they are unusual kids.

And yes this, it was made to look like... pillows?

The round cloth is exactly a pillow, but it has wooden buttons that can be removed.

When they hand it to me with some explanation, I'm amazed at the muddy warmth.

Oh, is this a hot tub? I heard a noise called Tapon, and maybe there's water inside. I tried to shake it and it pissed me off, so apparently it's a substitute that shouldn't be handed off.

Um, it's getting a little fun with all the culture I don't know. Besides, Mariabelle's facial expressions are easy to understand, so it's just interesting to watch.

Holding it with both arms like a baby, the girl opens the door instead. It's a pompous quadruple space, and unlike earlier, walls and floors are stoned together without gaps. Thanks to this, the humidity seems stable and easy to spend.

"Is this a room? Is it possible that I can use it?

I gestured and told him, and he somehow guessed. He created a lovely wrinkle between his eyebrows and blurred and dissatisfied with something.

There's a horizontal window frame here, and of course there's no glass. He blocks it with a nearby board when he's having trouble with the night breeze.

Underneath it is a wooden chair and a small desk, with about a few books. I still see a cover written in letters I've never seen at all, and another book says......

"Ah, it's a common language. This is the main language of the Western Region. Then I wonder if that was an elf book earlier. Hmm, it's a beautiful letter, but your style is a bit unique. There is a lot of separation and... that is, some of them are arranged in bunks. What, do you pronounce it at the same time?

Mm-hmm. I'm not exhausted.

Speaking of which, the words they used sounded like songs somewhere and were beautiful. Is that how you make complex pronunciations?

I wanted to take a closer look, but I couldn't hold it like a hot tub in my hands, so I had no choice but to get myself out of the book.

"Oh, you're putting it on the shelf here? I thought it was a hot tub. That, I wonder why there are so many bird feathers falling here."

When I finally put it on the shelf, that question was quickly dispelled as well.

As the sun fell, a wild bird flew out of nowhere and peered through the window.

Often staring at each other with one bird.

Did they think that it was "some kind of human being" who got his neck ripped off?

He walks into the room like he doesn't care and stays in the lodge on the shelf. The wild birds came one after the other as they folded their feathers and feathered them with couchworms.

The room becomes busy as the sun falls with those who warm in the hot tub earlier, and those who feather in the lodge.

The area is surrounded by a futon smell dried in the sun, and you can hear the noise of a frivolous cook.

"Oh, it's gotten neat. That's an amazing sight."

I shrugged and looked back, a little. There were a lot of other birds peeking in through the window, and Mariabelle and I were like, "Are you full?" "Yeah, you guys go somewhere else," he said.

Hmm, the culture is very different, inside this elf.

Looks like a long stay would be nice if it sounds like it would be fun to get here. And so on, I began to work out a plan about how to spend my dream world.

My first night in the elf was listening to the signs of a neat bird, and the sleeping words Cook.

From the bed you can see the moonlight shining on the trees, and from somewhere you can hear the beasts.

It was like a picture book world, and the mystical air was colorful, and there was nothing lying or false in the literature I've seen so far.

But as my presence entered, so was another wicked man into this peace.

A presence that exhales haphazardly and stares down from a small high hill.

of sleigh and giant began to move, but somehow I fell asleep and woke up from my dreams while stopping forward perfectly.

Demons with the alias of the Avenger (Avenger).

It wasn't until a little later that I met him.