Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Short limbs, fat bellies, and sesame grain-eyed fires (salamanders) are the most treasured spirits in this forest.

When he is summoned, there is nothing barbaric about baking enemies, which in most cases becomes a place to make rice and tea.

The same was true this morning, and the summoned destination was in the woods surrounded by fresh greenery, a place for the girls to talk.

There is no such thing as breakfast in the culture of the Elves. But there was a slight sweet fragrance around, and he told me that there was a culture called snacks.

"I can't believe it. I can't believe there's a human man in my house."

With a face that looks so grumpy, I stick the shelled fruit known as Noran. It is wrapped in white smoke, sometimes honey drips and is baked with ju on an iron plate.

This is just a sinister fruit when eaten as it is, but when it is put through the fire, it is trolled like honey, and only the sweetness remains.

To the fellows gathered to eat it, Marie turns her gaze to seek endorsement. Then the girls with big eyes, no less than her, gave her a much brighter look.

But that's not so much an endorsement as a look that tells us that hot news has arrived in this boring, peaceful forest.

"Ugh, rumor was it true that you live with a man under the same roof!?

The kid with that surprised face is named Pamela. He is short but talented with bows, and these days he has learned to hunt mixed with the adults. It makes red hair jump to a pinch and run to show its dynamism, and there are also few clothes that cover the body.

"No, no, no. Your father just decided on his own..."

"I mean, forgive my wife? Marie, you mean she's grown up now?

The child who has her honey-colored hair covered says she is a nigga and spits occasionally even though she has a quiet face and tone.

When this is the time to finish helping in the morning, evening, etc., they gather together with the ingredients of their thoughts. It was routine to enjoy such an irregular conversation.

"No way, it's that beginner Marie. I'm sure you're pointless enough to let your parents take care of you in the sense that you didn't see it?

"Haha, weird. I can imagine it so real."

With every word, the two laughed with pleasure at Kerakera, wondering if she had done so, to the way she looked like she had just been stabbed in the chest.

When I'm done laughing, I pick up some Noran fruit, wondering if it's time to burn it. Even if you sleep well, the fire is appetizing, and when you release the shell, you catch with both hands firmly.

The incense tree is his favorite, but he's pretty much good at anything if he smells it. It's absurd.

Freshly baked Noran is also one of the few sweets of the season. Similar to chestnuts, it has a rustic sweet scent, and honey drips over. Cheeky with a small mouth, the two narrowed their eyes with a dusty texture, and a rustic sweetness.

"Yummy. Because of the tannins, if I eat a lot, my chest gets hurt."

"Ma'am, I picked it up. By the way, Nike, what happened to that thing? About the owl laying eggs."

"Hey, your father carried you to a higher nest..."

Marie was gnawed.

To say that there are humans, but the conversation is going to get flushed on the subject of eggs or something. Besides, owls aren't uncommon enough, and I think they're a little cute.

"Hey, hey you guys! Humans! That barbaric, crude, uneducated, lustful race is in this forest and you really don't think of it as anything!?

The two of them round their eyes. Then they gazed at each other and asked me strangely.

"Aside from the fact that there are humans, has anything changed? Like, you know, rampaging around, getting attacked."

"Heh? No, it's nothing like that..."

It was about Marie, and her mother Sharsha, who was somewhat rampaged. He himself was so desperately involved that I don't remember him complaining if he didn't fight back.

Marie remembers yesterday that the hand she was reached out for meant to be reconciled or that she shook hands on it.

It was his temperature and the palm of his hand that he could tell he was a swordsman even though he was still young.

A very normal young boy, I thought at that time.

"I wonder if she was haunted."

Squeeze small with such tinted lips.

Wrinkles are engraved on the eyebrows, and Mariabel's expression turns into something rather shabby.

She saw a strange sight the other day. That means that the boy dies and shows up again glitchy.

I'm the one who spirited it, and I've been there many times, not once. So I don't make the mistake of being a similar person.

What a strange look on Marie and her friends as she started to think about it.

"So you were a really good-looking guy or something?

"Ugh, yeah, she looks so sleepy, she's going to forget soon"

Hmm, and the two replied raw, turning their faces and then nodding one cocoon.

"Then there's nothing more to ask. So, the owl's nest could have been moved to a decent place?

"Yes, it seems that there were animals as big as I've never even seen them in the woods, and your father wants to do it tomorrow..."

"So you guys, the owl thing is good enough! More than that, figure out a way to kick human beings out together! As it is, they will make you remember the human language."

Wow, you've been so prestigious, but isn't it a good thing you can tell me the language? They give me that look.

Pamela unraveled as she scratched her redhead in a difficult way to understand, exposing her dazzling bare feet to the sun.

"Even so, the chief suggests interacting with the human race. Marie said you wanted to read more books. Because of this, you just have to remember the words."

"I do like to read books, but I don't even want to read what humans write."

"Hmm, even though the chief's library has a book of sorcery."

Marie's long ears shake perfectly.

In her case, it is always sorcery that creates that endless lust for knowledge.

I have always kept the human race with a dirty culture away, apart from the substitute of magic created in antiquity.

Like a fire called out of an obscure world, spirituality is a substitute that can be handled "somehow".

But as far as my father tells me, witchcraft consists of well-reasoned laws. You want to build a foundation, strengthen it in stages to boost heat, and activate it?

I also admit that I was asked when I fell asleep so much and that I was tickled with curiosity. Because it stimulates so much curiosity that you have no idea.

But like denying it, yeah. I saw her roar, and the kid with the big head whispered.

"Marie, why do you hate humans so much?

"Why, because it's..."

The pale purple eyes were then opened by words spoken in a quiet tone.

If you notice, the morning is gone, and the time in the morning is about to end. Come on. The wind pouring in is warm somewhere too.

Mariabelle, who had lost her mouth, eventually moved away from her friends when she returned fire.

Maybe, but what you hate is the inversion of what you're interested in?

Words from such friends lingered in my ears, and Mariabel kept walking down the trail for a while.

A storm has just left, and you can also see broken trees and so on around. Thanks to the deep woods, the Elves could live in peace, but the side they were protecting suffered very small wounds.

Words thrown at me earlier by my friends are hard to get out of my mind. Not long after I denied it, it fell on my chest.

The girl walks while touching the grass on the side of the road, thinking she's such an idiot. Tails and hairstyles that mimic ravioli are less energetic than usual somewhere.

Rather than a walk, I could see it from the side as if I kept walking to solve this question.

"Does it bother you because you're interested?

I have always been angry with my companions for their lack of reaction to the human race. But when I add up my earlier questions, the meaning changes dramatically.

They weren't blunt or anything.

I wasn't interested, so I didn't react very well.

He would have looked the opposite if he were the kind of man who would strike inside. That's as the right response to "dirty human race".

They were realistic, and she, Mariabelle, had a completely different reaction.

"I wonder why I'm so frustrated"

Going into the spectacular woods, I can't even see the deer that were always here. I feel a little sorry for the girl even though she was in the mood to see those pure eyes.

Come on, a different sound reaches the long ear than the wind that The air is also somewhere watery and smells sober in the morning.

If you walk a little longer, that waterfall awaits.

An incredible boy showed up, that waterfall.

When I was so conscious, I noticed someone's gaze.

Looking back, there was a brunette boy there.

"Huh! You were following me!

…………

But he throws an incomprehensible language and approaches it at a different rough pace than before.

Sleepy faces look tight somewhere, slightly Mariabelle's feet dull.

"Hey, what the fuck! I wouldn't be afraid to look like that! Humans are so dirty, and they want you out of my woods!

The words used by that elf tribe should not have been passed on to him.

But the boy who approached me extended his arms and pushed his body more and more. Mariabelle breaks down, thinking that she has powers that don't seem like a small look, and this guy is an enemy after all.

My butt hits the ground and a pointed pebble, supported by my arm to prevent it from rolling, cuts off my palm.

"Ouch! What a terrible man! I can't believe you put a woman in such an eye!

She was also a girl who felt pain in her temper and glared at her, but lost her words when she saw the sight.

Yikes! to that sight scattered with sparks, along with the metal noise.

Giant enough to block out sunlight, you can no longer call it a bear or anything else.

One of the fierce eyeballs is pierced by a dagger, indicating that it is a chunk of killing intent for sloppy spilling saliva.

Arms crouched like swinging piles.

The boy took it with a knife, and there was a spark at the tip of the blade.

Zuzun! and it shakes the ground and wears it.

That was where Mariabelle stood earlier.