Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Plain short tail shakes left and right.

Mariabelle is good at handling spirits and can also drop fire (salamander) to the right temperature. Naturally, I could hold him, and he was being carried with a patchy eye like a sesame grain.

"Damn, I can't believe I have to study today. But it's cold out there, and I wonder if it's just fine."

Saying so, she walks down a corridor made of hardened dirt. With a light foothold that I don't think I was complaining about, the tail over the fire rocks louder, left and right than usual.

Well, how can she be in a good mood when she's supposed to be casual and human haters? The answer was on a biscuit that was put on the table, beyond the rattling and open doors.

It looks slightly uncivilized but with a rustic sweetness, which increases her appetite undeniably for her already knowing its flavour.

Some tea gives you hot air, and you rush to fix your cheeks that almost loosen up like a serious girlfriend.

"Honestly, I have a treat for you today. What a good idea. Kazhiho, I'll make sure you have plenty of sugar."

The fire began to shake heavily from left to right, and I looked up to find out how my husband was doing. My mouth opened pompously, and a small fang peeked from it.

"I responded to Marie's request as promised, and then I'll start studying today"

The boy who answered so spoke elf while pronouncing somewhere else.

He is wrapped in simple clothes called piercing clothes and fastened with a green belt. They were all produced in the elves.

It's been six months since they started studying in this room.

The other side, covered with thick plates, is turning into a winter view, living like a half hibernate.

The food stored is precious and that's why sweet things like biscuits are worth it. Wanting something sweet will surely be when the wind is as cold as it is today.

The language book is large, thick, and opens the cover with Mariabelle, who sat next to her. Paper was also valuable, and the two treated it politely.

"Oh, my God, I've almost learned the common language. Read and write, of course. What about you?

"It's still going to take me a while to learn the letters. Difficult, but interesting with lots of beautiful pronunciations. It's memorable."

Elf language is complicated and easy to turn to disrespectful meanings if you are not careful with your pronunciation. It seems like a song somewhere, and if you are tone-deaf, it may be hard to master.

The boy's pronunciation was also improving daily for that, and Mariabel was able to speak more fluent common language than he did.

Originally, her intelligence is high. If you're even willing to learn, wear it so that the sponge absorbs water. The common language alone is no longer enough, so much so that it reaches out to the main languages of the western region.

The boy who travels all the time in that sense must have been the right instructor. It's a warm personality, and we're both curious again. If the more you learn, the more you can enjoy the conversation, the more you can learn.

"Yeah, you're quick to remember, not by the looks of it. I remember some languages, so I guess I'm getting the hang of it."

"If I knew a language that was similar, I'd think it would help. More than that, it's miraculous to be able to learn the language of the Elves close to a fairy tale. You can't just not remember."

I wonder if that's what it is. The girl replies raw and grabs the biscuit at hand.

Her eyes narrow to the shape of a grin, on the scent of butter and wheat drifting with fluffiness. Does the deliciousness affect the long ears, and the tip was draped greatly?

"Heh heh heh. Hey, hey, where are you getting this ready? Next time, tell me what you made."

"I'm sorry. It's hard to collect ingredients here, and there's no" kamado "in the first place. I'll let you know when I have a big country to go to."

When I answer that, my pale purple eyes turn into something surprising.

The word now is that this biscuit tells us that it was obtained in a big country, or that it was made by him. But there's no such country nearby, and I haven't shown him how to make confectionery.

For this reason, rather than being suspicious, he gives the expression "I'm willing to be alone, it's sloppy".

But that question could not be dispelled. When Don and I were knocked on the door, a brunette immediately peeked into her face.

"We're both good for hunting today. Go play with your mother now!

"Yeah, I don't want to go anywhere cold."

"Mr. Sharsha, you promised to teach me how to hunt. I'd like to go after your studies, if you like."

Yeah- and again Mariabelle looked grumpy. As luxurious as it looks, I don't like cold, and I don't really like winter in the first place.

But I miss being left alone in the cold winter so much that the girl worries about whether to leave a message or not.

The fire, which became close to the hot tub, lays at their feet like that, resting easily and in darkness.

Badly behaved but barefoot and stepping on the stomach by fire, Mariabel took another nasty sigh, thinking of the cold skies of winter. I mean, I made up my mind to go out under the cold skies with them.

The thick coat is made of bright-colored fur and also substitutes walnut shells for buttons.

And Mariabelle, who is blushing her cheeks, is not just reddening because of the cold. No, no, or waving it, he was about to sue the boy.

"Yes, you shouldn't. This is something that is against nature's management. If your father finds out, he'll be mad at you!

That being said, he's curious, snuggling as he snuggles off his gloves and touches the waterfront in winter with his fingers.

Then there's the muddy warmth, and the garlic grin I see in the morning.

This is where the water in the river has been dragged down, and we are digging in wooden scoops again to increase the depth.

But in the middle of winter, how can the river water, which should be cold as ice, be warm?

The identity that distorted the natural dishes was due to the fire of a few puffy bellies that lay asleep, warming me up like a bath with puffy bubbles.

Likewise, when the boy touches the water, he grins satisfactorily.

"I knew Mariabelle was a good spiritual servant. I'm surprised you're able to get this hot just right."

The boy with the scoop still has a rough breath that makes him feel the marks of labor, sweating on his face. Sharsha, the woman who helped, was also in a similar position, and she had the exact same garlic grin she could tell from her mother and daughter.

"I interrupted the hunt and made it. Even if I don't like Marie, I soak. Boy, turn around."

Huh? And while Kitase is confused, she spares no effort to reveal her bare skin. She is shown dazzling skin in a hot dance and turns her back as she rushes to receive the garment that is released when it looks like it.

Wonderful and beautiful with an elf woman. It's a mysterious face. He who meets all the necessary conditions in life is very attractive from the eyes of the opposite sex. I can't forget it to the point of closing my eyes for a while, and my cheeks get hot without dipping in the water.

Eventually he rippled the surface of the water, and the slightly faint beauty's exhale echoed around.

"Ah, this works. I see, sure don't get scolded by Osbell. Now once a week, I'm sorry if I don't go watering. Marie, if your father's scared, why don't you go home with Kazhiho?

"No! I've endured the cold, too, and I've been looking forward to it. I'm not kidding."

You finally made up your mind. Unbutton the walnut shell... and then turn your eyes on the boy with a kick.

He doesn't have the character to peek, he wears his mother's clothes from his head, and he even turns his back. When I saw those bright red ears, I commanded them in a strong tone.

"Kazhiho, please keep an eye out for anyone to peek at. Something you can't go to your daughter-in-law anymore if they see you like this."

I agree with Kitase that I wanted to leave here early, thumbs up backwards and returns.

But it was Sharsha, her mother, who laughed at the words.

"Oh, my God, I would have been seen naked already. As soon as we met from the boy there."

"Yahoo! That was force majeure, and they didn't see it so... hey, you didn't see it right, did you? 'Cause it must have been in the water, right?

The boy's ears turn even brighter red as he inquires as he soaks up water from his toes. Working out his moving vision in this world, he is good at recognizing whatever the situation may be...... he ducked away with his back to say sorry.

What is left behind is a girl's screaming voice, a giggle that her mother enjoys holding her belly, and about a wild deer who turns her face to something.

The woods, the resting place of the elves, were so noisy, idyllic and always an uninterrupted place for conversation.

It would have been a new discovery for him, too. By harmony with nature, I assumed that they were just as quiet as this forest, but in fact the opposite was true. Bright, noisy, and always enjoying change.

Osbell, the head of the Elves, a figure symbolizing their lives, stood on the trail waiting for such a North Se.

Kita Se is indulgent, and he smiles calmly as usual.

"Come," Osbell told him in a quiet voice.

And the sound of shoes echoes on the cobblestone.

It is a site that nearly collapsed in half, and the ceiling, which is supposed to sneeze through the raindrops, no longer serves its function. But he who leads the way, Osbell's steps are not precipitated.

Whether it was hot or cold, nature was always close to me and the man who lived like a half fairy among the elves of the land.

Without looking back, he asks with a big wand.

"Is it a little cold for people? No, Mariabelle is much more vulnerable to the cold than you."

"Right. On the contrary, Mr. Sharsha seems perfectly fine."

Sure, he laughs small.

"I have no choice, Sharsha is such a woman. Physically deviating greatly from the Elves. Yeah - but I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't know you learned Elf, but you didn't have the qualities of a spiritual user."

The boy questioned the use of the word "deviating from the Elves," which he said, but went on to say that the word was a blow to the question.

The boy's head nods like gravity has increased, and it sounds faintly "true".

"Ha, no, bad, I didn't expect to laugh at the hard-working. But spirits are vague, and only peculiar for people to remember. I know what I can do, and it's convenient enough to walk in a dark cave or cook, so I don't really care."

Well, I reply with a sighing voice, but it's not even comforting because it was intended for the cooking and lighting he was talking about. For him traveling alone, such a lively sight seemed to be the one he deeply admired.

"I thought it might be in this land, but miracles don't happen so easily. So, you're still determined to make the journey?

"Yes, I'm sorry to take care of you, but I'd like to travel before I cross the winter and go see the snowfields in the north"

That must be his own answer.

The land accepted him, but not the elves in the first place. I can't stand years, and one day I'm going to have a body I can't travel to. Before that happens, I want to see this fantastic world from end to end before it closes in winter.

"Marie was happy to have friends, too, and I'm sure she'll miss you. It was like a fairy tale when I was saved from that demon."

"Eh, that's not my handle. I've been following you because of your characteristics as a Avenger (Avenger). He approached me probably because my smell was moving to Marie."

Really? When the chief turns to ask, the boy snorts even naturally.

The point was that a boy who was good at escaping challenged him from the front. He realizes it wasn't courageously and resolutely challenged, it was an action because he was feeling a burden, and he floats a face he doesn't know what to say.

"Tell that to my daughter - oh, was it recently that I was able to have a decent conversation - so that I wouldn't tell my daughter the facts. That's good. That's a promise to me."

Kitase nods inexorably at the "promise" pressed in strangely powerful terms. There was an atmosphere where I could instinctively say that if I refused, it would surely suit me badly.

I have not yet been asked why I guided you to this ruin.

Kitase thought that maybe this oligarch-looking Osbell was looking for someone to talk to, but his steps without precipitation were a denial of it.

And what was spoken to again was something very unexpected.

"My wife is inherently a dark elf. So it's a lot harder than my daughter's, and it won't snap in the cold, etc."

"What!? What does that mean? I don't think I'm a Dark Elf who knows everything about the color and personality of my skin by heritage."

The boy's reaction was questionable, not a denial.

I trust the chief's words and I know they are true. But he felt very different from the abominable species he asks the world, the dark elves.

There is no answer, and you bare the stone table that once welcomed the boy. Continue into the nearly collapsed passage and descend the stairs downstairs.

The sound of the wind passing through the cracks begins to echo around the area.

What the hell is this place... and the boy raises new questions and looks carefully around him. Somewhere the floors and walls were felt obscure, and even if they felt "touched" in sight, it actually made a difference of about a second to pass on to the skin.

To the boy confused by that misperception and perception, Osbell speaks in the usual tone.

"This forest will be strange to you. It should be closed, but you're the only one who could get in. Mariabelle is so young I don't think she's about to be a hundred years old. Sharsha is much tougher than the Elves, hosting abominable blood. And being the chief, I keep protecting this ruin even though no one can get near it."

In the same slow tone as his gait, Osbell talks about the mystery continuously.

The boy also understood his character, thanks to another long month.

At first glance, it has nothing to do with it and none of the tips to answer it. But what we've talked about in a row is all connected, and what we've invited to the land can actually be a hint.

When he asks, he is often provided with an environment in which he can give answers.

"The way it should be is changing? There's no such thing as a misperception in the first place..."

Forget the salutations. I guess the bumps and leaks are entering the labyrinth of deep reasoning. The area is even darker and no longer full of darkness than night.

Still not having to fall was thanks to the Spirit of Light that clung to the splendid wand.

No, and the boy wonders for the first time there.

There was no way to invoke the Spirit, and he was there very naturally. As if the Spirit had ordained that it should be there.

In other words, the more their interference is deflected from recognition, the boy realizes it's a much more dangerous place than he could have imagined.

"No way, isn't this the human world?

Oops, he made a face.

It was unexpected, true again, and an eye that was enjoying its observational eye. It makes me laugh and look back slowly.

"It's quite a deep reasoning. As your appearance is different from the facts again, everything you see can be a lie."

Gong, and a painful metal sound. And one vertically stretched line eventually slowly increases in thickness.

Turn that light back and spread those hands left and right. He had a gentle grin long after we met, and the same was true at this time.

"Do you feel like you're dreaming? Have you ever recognized that you're not like people? I was careful to observe what you were led from and what you came here to do."

On the other side of him was a river flowing golden. No, is it the wind? Multilayered, full of life is endless.

I don't think it belongs in this world - no, there was actually a different sight there than in this human world.

"To those who have answered correctly, I do not lie. Beyond this is the spiritual world and the ancestor of all things. It will not wither, and if the day comes when it withers, the world itself will wither away. And..."

Come on, he invites.

Hands over the golden field was like a traveler through the land of abundance.

But Kitase doesn't step out. Waiting for his words, Osbell mouths a continuation of his speech.

"... and in this land, you cannot wake up"

Again he gestures, "Come," and steps into that golden field.

Did you have any feeling? Thought the land was just a dream, he finds it a nightmare for the first time in a long time. An unpleasant sweat flows through your spine and your breathing gets rough on its own.

He said he was dreaming about something he didn't know what was happening tonight.

The clasp and shoe sounds.

It belonged to the North Se and was the sound of walking out towards the golden field. Continuing to chase strange things, he doesn't change the way he lives on this occasion either.

And line up next to him that will make the robe twitch. Turning around, Osbell has the same serene eyes as before.

As it was time to exhale, Kitase was finally able to speak out.

"... it's a beautiful place. What the hell is this ruin?

"The ancients created it. To prove that the spiritual world exists. Just for that."

Mariabelle lacks growth under the influence of her spirit.

Mother purified the blood of a filthy dark elf.

And Osbell, who makes the inside and keeps protecting the land.

They were all in common.

There are secrets in the holy land and in the land which forbids others from entering, as if it were the Spirit itself.

Osbell explains by showing the real thing and says nothing.

I guess I just wanted to tell Kitase that opening those lips was different again.

"Your mission is heavy. It's unbearable with that little body. So if you forget to wake up, visit me."

"Mission...?

Pull the boy's shoulder, which is how he wants to ask if any more stays mean touching the body.

I look back unfortunately, and I get a voice on my back watching the rich wilderness.

"That must be why I've been invited to this land, and that's my mission."

Ooh, and the door closed, and the warm airflow fell through my cheeks.

The serene eyes of the chief now tell us that there are no hints in the mystery. And it is also an enlightenment that the day will come when we will know.

Just saying that what he needed to tell was done, Osbell had a different kind of grin than earlier.

"Yeah, well, I told you to threaten me a little earlier because I saw my wife naked. You'd know that if you were a man, too, wouldn't you? Oh, sure, keep it a secret from my wife."

The boy looked unspeakable with a smile on his face. That loving look still makes them feel like they're parents and kids.

However, the dream of the day was engraved as a very strange experience, and Kitase could not forget it for a while.

The coat of wind shelter was thick and short in length that did not inhibit the journey.

It is knitted with yarn to the edge and seems like it can be used for a very long time.

When I looked back, I had Mariabelle who made me a coat, and her light purple eyes were swollen somewhere just today.

"Oh, I don't understand human beings at all. More importantly, why are we leaving on such a cold day?"

"Yeah, about a month north of here, you can see the Gastuya Snowfield. In a world where only white and blue are colors, I'm the only one. Don't you admire that?

I don't know at all, he looked at me.

Women in every world are realistic and hard to understand what men are after. But you know it's important, so I won't hold him back.

As I said in its place, I gave him what he had hidden on his back.

"Wow, a fine wand. What's wrong with that, Marie?

"I made it with your father. Apparently, I was gifted not only with spirituality, but also with witchcraft. You're in trouble, I can't believe you got a rare (rare) job as a spiritual magician."

Heh! and Kitase marvels with her eyes rounded, and Mariabel, who sees it, also looks good.

"Congratulations, Marie! I knew you were amazing from the time we met, but you finally opened your eyes!

"Uh, you don't mind if I give you more praise, do you?

She has a face on her face, but she is so happy that her cheeks stain red. Turn your face away from the compliment of congratulations, but the tip of your long ear was dripping.

That's how she gets her hands on. It's warm enough to cover your little hands softly and forget this cold breeze for a while.

"Thanks for sharing your words, Mariabelle"

"... it's okay, nothing. Well, I'm the one who's sorry for all the terrible things at first."

She, who was supposed to hate humans if she noticed, was also holding his hand.

Words that you should have wanted to talk about, words that you should have wanted to convey, don't quite come out of your throat, just stare at each other.

Just like when we met, the breakup is abrupt again.

The boy who let himself go leaves the inside waving his hand, and the girl answers as much waving her hand.

Eventually it disappeared across the forest, and the trees held it back and I couldn't even see my handmade coat.

Spend a while doing that, and finally the girl realizes. He said the days of haste and fun were over.

He didn't answer me when I talked to him anymore, and he stopped studying with me. I don't have to do new things to play or be taught a strange world anymore.

I feel that blank, and I crouch unexpectedly.

There are thick piles of fallen leaves around, which will eventually turn into dirt.

Mariabelle held her knees in cold wind and exhaled her white breath.

I'm sure neither my father nor mother showed up to convey this meaning. Meaning is the size of what you get and what you lose.

You have to act.

Just one person to think about it and want to do something.

I don't like being left alone, or at least I don't want to lose to that kid.

Mariabelle, who was nodding, got up and started walking in the snow, which began to flash.

The white breath, which held the wand tightly with both hands and exhaled again, contained a different heat than earlier.

- Meet the Half Fairy Elves END -