Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

I can hear the voice of Chichi, Chi, and Ri (not even).

For some reason, birds seem to like to bite eyelids and earlobes. The thinner the better, the more teethy, and the warmer it is again, it seems to feel good to chew.

It's fun over there, but this one's very ticklish. It would be a shame if they got on my lips.

A colorful bird reverses Tosaka's hair in front of him in the way he says, "Oh, I'm awake" when I glance at him. Then it sounds keenly and then wings. From a simple window that just framed the dirt wall, he blurred to see it disappear to get breakfast today.

In a room where no one is anymore, um, poking my hands up.

So all the drowsiness that remained disappeared and I walked down the well-polished cobblestone. Beyond the window frame was a blue sky reminiscent of the summer holidays, and the birds dancing evergreen trees were seen.

"Hey good, it's a proper continuation of the dream. If I'd woken up in a different place, I'd be very disappointed."

I'm thankfully given bedding tonight, although it's usually just wild lodging. It's also in a precious place called the inside of an elf.

While I was at elementary school, I couldn't help but look forward to spending some time here. Thanks to this, I couldn't concentrate on the class as if, and the teacher pissed me off about twice if I didn't take a look around.

For this reason, I decided to go to the futon early after dinner and enjoy the time of my dreams.

"Hmm, it's a clear forest scent. Even Aomori can't really enjoy this... oh?

What got into my eyes was the head of a girl with bright white hair bound like a raven ear. Dressed exposed to arms and back, less decorative than yesterday for the early morning.

Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Is it due to lack of vigilance that I don't even care about light clothing? She also notices this one when she thinks, for example, that she looks very disgusted. If so, is the word "ooh" closest?

This house is in the shape of a burial on the slope, so there is a height on the other side of the window. When she walks all the way in her big crotch, all she can see is her legs through the window.

The girl's face peered as she crouched there and showed off her bright white thighs.

There is something in the basket that looks like a true green bean, swelling cheeks enough to ruin your doll-like cute face. No, of course I think this is cute.

She stared at me with a tight half-eye, and then she complained about something, but I don't understand Elf. So I can't break my smile again because it won't be established as a bad word.

Yes, the inability to communicate words is the same as being ignored and frustrating without even being able to bump emotions. But what if I found out there's only one solution?

"Well, Mariabelle. If you want to complain to me, you need to get over it. Do you know what that is?

Of course I can't even tell you what I'm saying right now. But the book placed on the tabletop, the common language and the elf language material in your hand will only make sense. I told him that only in this common language would he speak ill of me. [M]

Light purple eyes are further narrowed, and are often stared at.

It's kind of weird that a pretty girl is in a crouched position outside the window. When she thinks so, the girl gets up, turns her heel back and leaves.

As the elder told me, he's still a difficult kid.

Yeah, and then Mariabel, a half fairy elf, disappeared straight into the woods.

Hmm, I sigh when I'm left alone. [M]

The study group of teaching each other languages is quite a long way forward, etc.

Gino, open the door.

The dim corridor is like a sewer that has been in the West for a long time.

At the bend, though, there are holes in the walls, which take in light from the outside. Thanks to this, when you walk around without hitting your body, you get to a brighter place than your surroundings.

It was like a kitchen there, with lots of sun entering through the window.

"On, Kazhiho?

It was the brunette, Mr. Sharsha, who looked back. She is also an elf tribe, with long ears peeking at her left and right smiling at her.

"Good morning, Mr. Sharsha"

I also owed you a bed last night. When Pei bows her head and greets her, she is wearing a chair and she often thinks barely and makes a "Gnirome Doo" pronunciation that is easy to hear.

"Guru...?

"Nn, Gnirom Doo"

Apparently they teach me morning greetings in elf.

Brighten her face all the time, then sit back in front of her peeling beans.

This is an ingredient called Snake that peeled a lot yesterday. I'm sure Mariabelle handed the beans she'd packed earlier through that window and went straight to play.

"Gnilom Doo, Sharsha"

"Trig! Gnilom Doo, Kazhiho"

He smiles like a blossoming smile, and then puts the basket between each other's legs to see if he's willing to help me.

I was in a dress yesterday, but now I'm making my thighs dazzle. It's in the morning, so maybe this is what sleeping rolls look like for her.

Yesterday I even felt horrible, but smiling in a lot of sunlight, she's a total different person. It was the expression of motherhood, and often I fell in love.

Surprised. The Elves are really cute when they laugh. If Mariabelle laughed at me, how cute would she be?

I thought about it as we peeled together and they told me what was all around me.

By the way, the Elves don't seem to have breakfast, and it was still a long way off to find out what Snebi tasted like.

Don't, don't!

Fun elf-language classes were interrupted by the noise of being knocked on the door by chance.

You sniffed something off, Mr. Sharsha gets up turning it into a tingly tough face.

It's a nearby door. So when I take out my clothes, I go up the stairs as I quickly fit myself in.

After her with long legs, the door opens all the time. The sun from the outside entered and the darkness of the stairs could not disappear.

There is a person wearing a hat at the depth of his eyes, with a large bow on his back. He was next to the elder yesterday. Is he a hunter (ranger) because of his personality?

Boosh, when that man tells you something, he tells you signs of taking Mr. Sharsha's breath.

Even if you don't know what the conversation is about, you can tell if it's urgent. Maybe something is going on in this peaceful elf right now.

I felt my heart start pounding. [M]

One thing, we have a conversation, and then the two turn their backs.

In a quick gesture, Mr. Sharsha runs down the stairs and removes the steel weapon from where it is hidden at the door. Two at the back of his hips, a medium-sized bow grabbed against his shoulder and stunned him.

Weapon in your hand?

Then something showed up nearby?

And I know this impending atmosphere. It's exactly like her when she senses the danger of Mariabelle and comes under attack.

Yesterday, however, it was just a mistake and it returned me to a soft atmosphere by solving misunderstandings.

You look like you're covering your whole body with a black leather belt, and I speak up.

"Mr. Sharsha, I'll help you, too. Mariabelle's in danger, isn't she?

…………

Looking back, his eyes were amber like a flame and he accidentally drank his breath. The eyes that stare at you look like you're observing this one, and you look like you're inquisitive about the meaning of the word.

What I said earlier was common language. [M] It can't even be passed on.

But I think she's a good fighter. Everyone like that is sharp about it, and sometimes it is easier to communicate the will than the language.

Instead of words, I took a sledge and a heavy knife from a hidden door. Animal fangs seem to be used for the pattern, making it firm on the skin. From wrist to elbow, it's just the easiest kind of dagger to handle.

It looks like this, and I can use it.

Monster opponents have quite a bit of experience.

As it conveys, he leaps with the back of his hand.

I don't know if I've ever seen a movie like this. The knife glides like a magic trick, and the sight shines in the sun as it cleaves the air with Hugh.

It looks so good to treat like a part of your body, something you've been practicing all along when you're traveling alone. Look, I'm prone to being insulted because I just look like I'm sleeping.

The result of that practice has now changed the color of Mr. Sharsha's eyes.

He nods all the time, then points his index finger at me like he says, "Don't move." As she wondered what she was going to do, her lips were pressed into a position where her heart was.

Ugh, breath that can be blown.

I could smell some sweet smell of her in it, and I was surprised. I shouted my chest.

I'm sure it's Spiritual. My lips are speechless as I touch them, and my lungs are about to be filled with hot exhalation.

I don't know what this ritual means. But maybe it would be nice if she knew.

She left, and was ready, with an animal figure just like when it started.

"Detaerts Nieteh!"

With her voice so sharp, Mariabel's search began. According to the talk I heard later, the current word meant "well, shall we begin?"

Ni and I laugh at her, she was so compelling to fall in love with her unconsciously beautiful woman.