Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Hmm? What is it? Your shoulders are so heavy.

From outside the window you can hear the chirping chirps and birds, and the sunlight that reaches through the curtains is bright.

Even though it was such a refreshing morning, I had physical discomfort without being able to move in the position where I woke up from bed. [M]

I guess it feels like I'm being put on my shoulder with a bag of rice if I were to paraphrase it. I don't feel sloppy or hot, but I feel really weird.

The girl who woke up with me touched my forehead when she reached out softly. Again, he doesn't have any fever, and the girl gets a suspicious look this time when she hands off. And he looked at me from head to toe.

I wonder what such a change in physical condition would look like to her, who is an elf. Because Marie is a spiritual magician, and there is a legend that spirits dwell in all things. Maybe there's a way to make sure I don't know, etc.

I see, and one girl nodded as she found out, and she kept her weight on her back like she was going to mumble.

Her softness passed on more than enough and she whispered pompously in her ear as she was clinging to the girl's scent again.

"Shall we rest?

I blinked and then looked back and the girl's ultra-colored eyes were grinning.

Tilting his little neck, he said again, "Right?," he whispers, "I feel the feeling of" resting "grows grumpy.

No, no, I shook my head and then I opened my mouth.

"Um, I don't have a good impression when I'm off Monday. Because it's easy for people to think I played a lot over the weekend and fell asleep."

"Oh, isn't it true you played a lot? Besides, I didn't sleep with you, I'm just not feeling well. You don't seem to want to take a paid vacation, but I don't think you'd mind occasionally."

It's a tone I'm leaving to myself to rest or not, but I'm hugging you in the neck. "Right?," he whispered pompously in his ear.

My willingness to go to work is easily diminished when my eyelashes are long and my pigmented girlfriend tries me out.

But it's not like there's no problem. The rest of my accumulated work will be turned tomorrow, and there will be madness in my no overtime plan.

Worried about feeling such distress, or wanting to stab her in the stomach, Marie pressed her slippery cheek as she hugged her from behind again.

"Look, imagine? If it's your day off, it's gonna be a lovely day. I can peek at antiques shops lined up with old products and walk along a much colder river trail with them. Of course I'll hold hands specially with you."

Oh, you should have come and stabbed me.

She pushes her back so hard, she's adorable, my cheeks loose on their own. By the way, the decision-maker of the day dropped his long ear and said, "Can't you?" That he looked pathetic.

"I'll get back to you on SNS first. If you tell them early, they won't think you're a sleeper."

"Yay!

Long live with both hands and you'll be glad to see me smile beautifully. It feels like a dog or something to be held in your head and stroked as great. You just decided to make it a paid vacation.

She woke up completely with the rest of her eyes, and Marie, dressed in white negligee, sneaks out of bed. Grabbing my outstretched hand, Nature and I got up, too.

"Then what shall we spend the day doing? You can take your time in your room, you can go out with me... oh, you were really sick."

Shiru - when he saw me crumbling to the floor, such an unexpected voice came down from the top.

Sounds like it. When I get up somehow while responding with an invigorating voice, I sit straight in the chair at the table.

And Marie brought me a smartphone, so I decided to tell her that I was taking the day off due to ill health.

"Send, more. Then I'll wash your face, so can you get ready for breakfast?

"Sure. Fine. Be careful not to fall. And don't be surprised if you look in the mirror."

No, my legs are really flat, and I could accidentally fall... Hmm? What's a mirror? Could it even be graffiti on your face?

Speaking of which, I remember getting similar symptoms before, but what was that?

It's a lot colder in the morning in the middle of November. The air in the room was showing signs of winter, and the washroom ahead where the door was opened was dim.

When I twisted the faucet, the cold water flowed and I started to think it was time to turn it into hot water.

I just want to wake up so I wash my face straight away and wipe it with the towel at hand with a bump. And when I saw what was in the mirror, I slowly opened my eyes.

The translucent finger that grabbed her shoulder was small, and a woman drifted through the universe with a big yawn as she turned her gaze upwards.

He is drifting his long hair in the air so that it is not affected by gravity in any way, and he is still sleepy, and when he puts his head on his shoulder, he exhales one breath and closes his eyes gradually.

The medieval costume and body seemed gravity-free, and the blue sky eyes closed until they became lines with a firm shoulder grip.

It seems comfortable that you are cleverly used to sleeping in the universe, floating with clothes and hair as you circle your body. The aligned legs and the robe that was put on them also float flutteringly, exposing the skin of the bright white thighs...... rushing off the gaze.

Then I grabbed the sink and I nodded. [M]

Ah, here it is.

This was the reason my body was heavy.

I wasn't tired, I was possessed.

The easy sleeping breath is going to touch my neck, but this is a decent ghost and I'm not breathing...... no, is it decent? Some things aren't right?

And so on and waves of confusion are hard to fit in. You noticed how it was. Shirley opened her eyes and pointed a pompous gaze at me. With eyes that are pressing their cheeks against their shoulders and are likely to still fall asleep.

Shirley, and whimpering small, she finally realizes the presence of the mirror or softly turns her eyes to the front. Eventually, when his gaze came together, he blinked so loud that he was likely to hear the sound about a few times.

A kid like a ghost was shaking his shoulder late, but I think this one is usually the one to shake.

And it looks like Susu and I are going to hide over our shoulders, because we've already found them, right? You can't just stare at me, can you?

When I was surprised without even being able to speak that way, there was a child peering through the door. The child was shaking her long hair up to her waist, and she finally had the look of realizing that there was a ghost.

"Well, you followed Shirley, too. I can't believe Ichiro noticed why he was so heavy after he contacted me about the holidays."

"Ugh, yeah, what's that bar reading?

Looking back with the towel in hand, the two girls were gently turning their eyes against each other. It's the look of the prank being found out, and I guess it's close to that in the mood. When I saw it was time for Mr. Elf to disappear outside the door, I finally realized that he had been spotted from the beginning.

What was left was Shirley letting her eyebrows use the letter "I'm sorry," with her shoulder gripped, and the sound of cooking she started making breakfast in the kitchen again.

It is difficult to revoke the holidays now or go to the company possessed. I nodded and then wiped the remaining water with a towel. [M]

"Morning, Shirley"

When I speak to him like that, he moves his lips in a way that says "good morning" with an aunt.

He's apologizing for the weight of his body, but if he knows what caused it, he's got nothing to worry about. When I released the towel, I whispered to her over the mirror to tell her a secret story.

"We're going to have an important consultation with the Elves to decide how we can't have a ghost customer. Hopefully, you'll join us at that secret meeting?

Put your hand in her ear and the blue sky eyes open when you talk to her like that. Then he snorted and nodded again and again, shaking his legs like he was happy to swim in the universe.

"Then it's settled. Marie's breakfast is delicious, so she said she'd expect it too... what's up with that?

Turning her foot to the door, she complains about something. It's a move to put a finger to my hand, and I have no idea what that means.

Surprisingly, if you put your hands close together, Shirley drifts through the universe in earnest with her fingers off her shoulders. Then as soon as I did, the weight of my body disappeared and I felt like I was going back to my original physical condition.

"Oh, does it get lighter when you leave? So what are you gonna do with my hand?

Drifting in the air, she breathes heavily somehow. Filling her lungs with air, she then put her lips on her pinky fingers and sounded the sound of koo to the washroom.

I open my eyes to how golden scaly powder dances. It is like a charcoal fire fed with oxygen, with golden letters illuminating the pinky fingers.

Is this ancient language? No, the shape is much older than that, like hieroglyphics.

I could barely read to the point of fire, earth, wind, but beyond that it was too complicated to tell. The twist and spine trembled when the word "death" was also born anew. I felt like this was an ancient labyrinth, even though it was a Japanese apartment.

The Elves, the Magic Dragons, the Dark Elves, and the women named Shirley, the former ancient labyrinth, jump over the border between dreams and reality with ease, and show me a new world.

And even though I'm halfway beyond comprehension, I can't help but love the fantasy world from time to time. I can't take my eyes off the beautiful sight of the chisel burning.

Eventually, when the amount of scaly powder dancing through the universe decreased, it clarified the shape of what was carved into the pinky finger. It mimicked a pair of sickles, which surprisingly engraved fine letters.

It's not painful or hot. I touch it and it always feels the same, and it disappears softly from the edge shortly after I observe it.

"I'm just... wondering what this means?

I still feel her breath. When I rubbed my hand and asked, it was a wind that was worried about how to explain. He reached over his shoulder and grabbed me like he was more evidence than a theory, and he said, "Don't you notice?" I've been tilting my little neck.

"That, at some point, is your body light? Yeah? That's all?

He snorted and was surprised the other way around that it was a joke. I can't believe you did so many fantastic performances, but you just cared about him being possessed.

I thought, "Oh, my God, you've given me so much power."

I was heartbroken by Shirley's breathing heavily again like I said let's go that way. Then he shook his head sideways loudly, "No, no, no, no," he said.

Uh, I'm surprised. I didn't know if you were joking or serious, but I wouldn't be able to help planting cheats in this Japan.

Do you mind if your body is lightened to such an extent?

With that in mind, next time I crept through the door, the room was full of delicious smells of wieners baking.

I waved to the girl in the apron who was turning to me, and I decided to help her get her plate out too.

So let's say we decide where to go today while we have a delicious breakfast?

For the record, I've noticed it since a few days later.

It was another "gift" item added to the status screen, and because no one knew what it meant, I often kept fishing for ancient literature.

[Marumi's Favor LV1]

Such an incredible and useless skill (skill) was added, but the literature showing the answer did not exist as one.