Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Based on the Japanese and Western compromise (base), this hall has a pure Japanese-style garden on the front side with a front door, and a western-style garden on the other side.

You can enjoy a lot of flowers if you take a walk down the trail, and if the seasons change, different kinds bloom again.

Many who visit the land, whether noble or not, will want to praise it as "brilliant".

But this wasn't the case from the beginning.

Only the living room of the mansion, and the view from the guest room, were in order when it was built, otherwise unplanned. However, the margin is filled daily by the hands of employees, Lizardman, Shirley's friends, etc.

In the first place, the culture of enjoying nature is scarce in the fantastic world. It's naturally grown green and so on, and it's enough to drain the landscape and other weeds.

Lizardman and the others didn't know exactly what they were doing at the beginning. I know how to organize a trail. But I don't know the act of growing grass that I can't even eat.

But when the season had turned, they finally understood.

A garden that I should have thought I was lonely fades one day into a bump on the border. The grasses blossomed and blossomed brightly.

Even lizard-like heads can quickly tell that they were looking for this finished shape from the start. During that period, there were numerous people who were more impressed and watched with their feet stopped while rubbing their sturdy jaws.

And this is what I think when I see him scattered. I hope to see it again next year.

Now, what about the elite people who work in the dwelling, the diamond squad? What if they tell you that there is as much fertile soil and you can play as much as you like?

One of the answers was a barbecued bowl lined up in the backyard.

The ruler (master) Pseli chooses a well stretched branch in the mansion of the Black Rose and chops it off with patchin pattine and (scissors), avoiding where it sprouts. Then I put it on the water, let it sleep for a while, and finally spread some leaves across the hassle of searching for native rose species in the river to stretch powerful roots... etc.

It's a disease vulnerable species, and we still don't know if it will grow well.

But if we do well, we'll have a new bud next spring, and we'll grow fast. A western-style terrace will have to be set aside next year to strengthen the roots, but in that next year there will surely be… etc., waiting now or now for the day when the resting place will be completed.

The barbecued bowls lined up had such a future design.

Staring at that bowl from the roof were bright blue eyes.

It was cloudy where she was, but her recent girlfriend... Evelyn of the Dark Elves is getting more radiant every day.

Healthy tanned skin and a body full of vitality reminiscent of wild deer. The meat is well tended, and I can smell the beauty of being a female from the sweat that made me run around.

There is no longer a shadow as an abominable Dark Elf tribe in the way you attract the eyes of your surroundings just by walking.

Her eyes slowly transfer from the garden to the evergreen forest.

Beyond all the way there was a nice hill, and there was the sight of a steady cloth tent being built there.

"Mmm, something doesn't feel right"

Yes, on the roof. The woman crushed in dissatisfaction.

I have exposed my hands and feet too much for a servant's outfit, and I'm sure that unconsciously understands my charm. No, in her case, it could have been simply for the purpose of "because it's easy to move".

The woman with the brown skin stares as she holds a long patterned hawk and blocks the sun with the opposite hand.

In sight, the royal visitors were showing three main movements.

One is a few people chasing horses around in the meadows.

The horse is on the run, but it's a move that can be seen as being fooled even in the distance. The horses play the role of squawks with a few heads, while the others eat fresh grass slowly.

The other is the ones who build the tent.

Tools for accommodation were deliberately picked up from the queue to arrange a sunny and scenic spot. Regardless, that's a field I've worked hard on, and given the hassle I've had, I don't feel very good about it.

It keeps Lizardman and those who draw demonic blood far away from inspiring the royals, but they will surely be angry when they return. It was a place where you could pick lots of delicious vegetables.

The last one is someone who stands apart.

I put down tools to measure and observe the surrounding scenery before letting my men write something down.

Dark Elves had seen the same view on the battlefield. It is a strategic observation of the land by the great man, very similar to the movement to scrape the terrain and build a steady position.

That's why she sniffed off a bad feeling earlier.

"What do you say, Eve? Did you make any strange moves?

Looking back, another woman stood on the wooden roof.

I am dressed as a servant of my own, and the wind from the side gives me long, dark hair. He may have swordswallowing eyes half anticipating a response from Eve.

"Mm-hmm. I'm looking forward to building a tent. I'm sure he hates not even accepting our invitation."

"Prince Walth is a difficult man. You're the type who doesn't show up for rare things and doesn't trust people very much."

It is incumbent upon you to respond to the invitation, even if you do not like it. We have nothing to gain where we say no, and it only creates cracks between us. But the royals all have a temperament close to him, which makes them susceptible to cracks with those below them. And cracks can be filled with strength.

Più and Eve whistled at the woman who was keeping her dark eyes as sharp as ever.

"Sasaru was the ruler of the Blackrose family who continued to fight the royal family for a thousand days. Words weigh a lot."

"That was two hundred years ago. There's no reason for me to follow the same path."

He rang his heels with a hunched tone and walked over a wooden roof.

Unlike Eve, she refrains from skin exposure and is a lady who seems to be a historic famous family. Speaking of personality, it's enough to have embellishments mimicking black roses on hair bands and fabrics.

But she also has unique signs. Is it because there were ancestors who had been chased from the royal family to destroy themselves in the country they ruled? Unlike normal calm times, there is a scent that reminds me of death somewhere.

But when it comes to two hundred years ago, this remote overhead, near the time when the ruins of Uger Peak collapsed. Eve thought in the corner of her head, wondering if that was a coincidence at all.

"Look, Eve"

Puseli's arm, standing next to him, was gently stretched out and pointed at Prince Walth, far away.

"The two men standing next to him are the SS, the all-purpose officer (agent) and the lightning knight (lightning night), known as the Scarf."

"Heh... it is. What's wrong with that?

Kakan and Puseli's shoulders fall on a dark elf with a scarce reaction.

Though the omnipotent officer (agent) who performs every job fully, and the knight of thunder light (Lightning Night) with the means of attack of divine speed, is said to be so powerful that the more you hear it, the more astonishing it is.

I still had a grudge. The woman with brown skin, with her dark eyes pointed at me, said, "Hey, what's with those eyes? I'm not stupid!" and hanging out.

"Fair enough. Eve, I order you to keep an eye on them. Try never to be distracted. From enemies and allies."

"Yeah, I am. I didn't have to tell you. I was going to."

He was nodded in a light tone when he was supposed to have ordered a heavy assignment, and Pselli gave him a look that looked unexpected. Dark Elves laugh at her for blinking like that.

"Because about half of our squad is mixed with demonic blood. Isn't that what Puselli was worried about, too? I don't think he cares that much."

I was told all the time, and she nodded unexpectedly.

Yes, I heard the royals were coming, and it was the blood of the demons who were in danger. As the war with Gedover prolongs, those with demonic blood will be discriminated against by the time they are sad. With such a dark future in mind, Patriarch Puselli decided not to return to the Black Rose Hall, but to live in this mansion.

But I should have made a decision in confidence, but it was very easy for me to say.

"... you're surprisingly sharp"

"Well, yeah. This is still a tough life - elf raw? - Well, no, because I've been wandering since I was a little girl, and I've rinsed muddy water, and I've had a critical way of life. I'm sensitive to these smells, me."

What she's saying will be the days she's welcomed since she mutated into a dark elf. Called the Fallen Elves, Eve has spent time avoiding the eyes.

It was a light, light tone, but takes it as a heavy word for Pselli, who knows the past.

He saved the life of the man he loved, strangled from the man he loved, and stabbed him in the chest in disillusionment and died.

Can that be done with a simple expression of criticism? No, if you look at Eve's expression, you can tell it's "done".

She must be a lot stronger than before, beating her breasts richer and smiling.

"So talk to me about what's worrying you, too. Think of me as someone with a lot of life experience."

"Oh, I can't believe I just had a sister. But that sounds like fun too, Evelyn sister."

Grabbed his hand softly, Eve's shoulder bounces off with a bicum.

Very natural and Pussy's luxurious fingers have slipped in, and to make a joke, he is slightly dyeing his cheeks.

Speaking of which, I recall a long time ago a fellow told me that "she is not a nonke". And you don't think he's the only one who's aware of it?

More and more the heart starts to ring in suspicion of behavior, and the look on Pseli's face puts on her little neck and stares at her wonderfully.

"? So what do you mean by 'not who you care' earlier?

I look unconsciously at my glossy lips, and I sweat a lot as I quid a little. Screaming from the inside out that I'm a nonke.

"Ahhh, haha! Well, no, it's no big deal, compared to Pseli."

Compared to me? and the ruler of the Black Rose Hall gives an even more suspicious look.

But to such a reaction, Ugh, I'm unconscious, I mean it!? Dark Elf rounded his eyes.

Keep it young lady, and show your true nature when you welcome a lot of enemies.

A woman who kicks a bunch of demons and sticks a spear in her hand exhaling koo and frozen breath even though she knows it would be a mighty enemy.

"Compared to that one, I'm almost less scared."

Kerakera laughed and told him, Koo...... and he was slightly exhaling his freezing breath, and Eve's smile and words pulled in.

"Not at all. Are you trying to call me a ghost or a demon?

Who the hell was tearing that ghost or demon apart laughing? The words such as, naturally, can't come out of my mouth, and I hold the hand of Gigi and Puseli.

Then he looked up at the sky, saying "hmm," and the dark elf laughed again.

"What I was trying to say was that I wasn't overdressed because I was royal. Pussy would be better off if I saw it from me - oh hon, it's splendid. We all admit we're fine rulers (masters) now, even with the old troubles."

The grumpy eyebrows in those words return to their original form, with only a few pussy expressions of relief.

But if you think about it, it certainly is, and there is no reason to be frightened of the royalty while keeping it in touch with the demons of the ancient labyrinth.

"It is only natural to be prepared as a master. But I don't know why you want to work until you're in danger."

"Because you don't want to ruin our place. If they take the other high ground, they won't even take an open-air bath."

Ahead of Eve pointing that way, I see a small high hill. I'm usually off limits for guests, but I'm just in the middle of a few soldiers walking.

When I saw it, my pussy eyes opened properly.

"Oh, shit, what...!?

"But I guess I'm fine, enough to be seen a little naked. You'll only see a little bit of it because you have hot smoke."

Haha I laugh. Symmetrically with her, Puseli's eyebrows go upside down. And I turned around with a puffy trembling of my shoulders.

"It's not every laugh! Wow, my place of pleasure... Huh! Eve, those who approach it don't hold their breath!

"What, no, that's a little! Duh, what's wrong, psylli, I'm serious about my eyes?!?

Yuami, which enjoys itself in nature, is recognized as something that should not be around much longer.

Not only can you completely take away the fatigue of the day, but you can't wait to find the liquor afterwards very tasty. So much so that I don't have to go back to the previous hall anymore.

"I see... the blood of the Blackrose family has been making a scene"

"Don't make a scene, don't make a scene! Oh no, don't exhale cold!!

I was making a scene on the roof with Gyangi. Just then I heard people talking downstairs.

Peeping in, there was Hakam, who is entrusted with this labyrinth attack, and the figure of Aja, the Wizard.