Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Take the long stone stairs and climb one step at a time.

It was at a slow pace, but in this quiet space it sounds like a hard footstep.

Kann, Kann, and walking with her feet ringing was Uridora the Magic Dragon, and Shirley tangled in her arms.

"What is a goddess and what is a goddess of kingdom"

Uridra gently opens her lips while wearing dress-shaped armor. He gave a faint peek at his octagonal teeth, glossy on his lips even if he tried to be blown in the cold wind, and also had a dim and vibrant color.

"Both say that through thick faith, people can feel existence, but they don't realize it as one thing in essence. Why is that?"

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Shirley, walking with her arms tangled together, listens to such a voice.

It's the perfect quiet voice for the night and I think it's the kind of voice that would let a toddler listen to a fairy tale.

Shirley was so scared earlier.

Uridora, who was hurt by her companion, was inspired by her instincts as a dragon and went wild.

No matter who she is more intelligent than, she has the temperament of brutality to survive the times of the night. Intelligence and reason are different, and once you see blood, you may regain what you are.

When the time comes, Shirley won't be able to stop it.

I'm still in the process of climbing one staircase at a time as a candidate for the goddess, and I can't really fathom a genuine Magic Dragon or anything like that.

So I got tangled up in my arm.

So the Magic Dragon made me hear a kind voice.

Slightly longer, she turns to her night-colored eyes.

Anyone can tell by the look on that face. I'm sure she likes friends too. He likes to talk about nagging, eat delicious food, talk to me about what's going on, and make me feel better.

So I don't go crazy or anything. To not hurt the important second tier and the people who live there.

"What a good thing, friend."

I snort at the inquiry. Not long after I think about it, I think so with my arms in my arms.

I've always been alone, and I thought I was used to it, but now I can't keep my hands off it anymore. Absolutely.

"Me neither. It doesn't make sense, it makes me tickle. So a little more arm power is good. It's hard to walk."

That's what they say, and I realize I was overpowered. So much so that the shape of the pressed chest changes, and the cheeks become unwittingly hot looking down at it.

But without knowing how to grab the right arm, Uridora fixes the position of her hand.

Cramps disappeared when he bent his hips and was gently induced to grab his arm. Stay escorted and start climbing the stairs again.

The Magic Dragon, who lives much longer than himself, is reliable, and his side is also riddled. Nodding his night hair, his sliced eyes pointed this way. With just a little grin.

"What a goddess is and what a goddess is. And why are you now a candidate for the goddess when you were supposed to be a terrible demon of the Hierarchist?"

Kann, Kann, and the Magic Dragon starts to talk about the mystery so much as he makes hard footsteps. Something I've never said before.

Maybe she waited until it was at a stage where she could tell. It may also be affecting that the royal family appeared and brought chaos to this peaceful land.

Yes, Shirley feels it securely in her chest.

And the hand stretched out into the void produced a white jaw. Dragon magic. It is also a sorcery that moves on its own, simply by mouthing a few words of the abbreviation.

"This is a technique I made. Other than me, I created a mechanism that could be the foundation of sorcery. Sometimes they used that mechanism, and vice versa. I even had to think of measures to counteract it."

The video produced was a terribly desolate ocean. And it reflected a violent, crazy, mighty demon and dragon.

Countless thunderbolts wrap their opponents and strip their fangs to eat them up. I'm sure if there were anyone near here, I'd die of nothing.

"This is modern magic, so to speak. Using the foundations that we have built, humans are watching. You can't even use magic vegetables, just by the beginning."

Shirley's eyes gleam with thunder as she peeps in. The dragon's voice, heard even if it was a terrible sight, was gentle and felt like a toddler listening to a fairy tale.

"Heh, heh, that was fun. We make our own logic and beat the mighty enemy. It was a terrible sight, but my defeated opponent felt the same way. Sometimes they say thank you for the fun."

If you wave, the sight changes again.

Haha changes shape to reflect the appearance of a goddess dancing in the sunlight from heaven. Shirley took a breath at the look.

"This is what humans call a goddess - a new demon."

When I heard the word demon, my blue sky eyes turned round.

Why do you call the goddess a demon?

What would be a demon in the first place?

So who's the goddess?

A lot of curiosity inspires Shirley to hug her arms like a child to continue. Though he became cramped again, the dragon narrowed his eyes with a laugh.

"The Age of the Night is the Age of Betting Survival. The race of powerless humans, only as numerous as rats, was the deal, and they were supposed to leave early. But there appeared a demon with eyes on it"

Demons gain power by eating their opponents.

That's how he gets stronger and turns his fangs on his next strong enemy again.

The new demon renounced fighting the mighty enemy. Instead, we make humans stronger, and gain strength from the opponents we defeat, and from the decaying humans.

"This was born to fight an endless battle of grandeur"

What I took out of my nostalgia while saying that was the ornament that people were wearing and handing out in any country...... it was an item that showed status. You can easily grasp your strength by putting it on your arms, and you can actually enhance it.

"Status is abbreviated magic. By organizing systems to make it easier for people to fight, we can handle the magic foundations we have built, whether they are people or not. The gods suck on the power that Kitase and Marie have gained by assisting them and strengthening them."

Oh, and Shirley exhales as she looks up at the ceiling. I was flabbergasted to know the logic of the world. To that act of using human beings to gain power only in a safe place.

But at the same time, it fell on my chest because it tied everything to the past.

"Yes, if you are in the realm of decoration (territory), you gain strength by slaughtering whether you are a demon or a person. Goddess is a demon who chooses to spend time with people."

I mean, this is what the Magic Dragon said.

He said that he had moved to the age of men, but that his essence had not actually changed since ancient times. He said that demons, not people, are unifying the world.

No more hard shoe sounds. Because we reached the second tier and the meadows took the two legs.

Come on, and get a cold breeze flowing down your cheek. Why do you feel different than usual when it should be the air you're used to sniffing?

I can feel the land wider and deeper.

Shirley looks around with clear eyes as she thinks it seems to clear up.

Noticing a burning smell, Shirley releases the hand he was putting together in an unexpected fashion.

Ahead of running upside down, there was a dragon with a terrible burn, belly-up with a bug breath.

Without worrying about getting dirty with blood, Shirley gently strokes the hard scales of the ozo. And I pressed my lips without hesitation.

Ugh, and the golden vitality pours in.

It seemed that the sun's day would slip into the dark second tier as it rose blurry.

Even the dark night disappeared if I noticed, and the moonlight lit up the area.

…………

Uridora, who stood beside him and watched how it went, thinks: The figure of Reaper, who once said that life and death are worth the same, is fading, he said.

Are you okay? And I look worried, because I'm sure I could do a lot of important things and people I like.

After spending a long time with them, Shirley doesn't try to change the way she lives when she knows the truth. They want to eat warm vegetables, even if they are family members of dragons.

Unconsciously, Uridora smiles.

I think so again. The goddess is inherently more powerful and sparing. Because it is an act that gives life to the accumulation.

"They say they limit the number of people who serve God - even those who can handle miracles."

"Good luck," says Uridora, whining like that.

Heart-friendly ozo did not strip his fangs against humans. He said he regained his original power, so if he cared, he could have sprayed a lava-like fire or stopped beating it.

Ozo was not angry when he was caught by adults to miss his people and was piled by his body. That must be a big problem as a demon. I don't even know what to call it anymore, such as demons I'm too used to people.

But why are you so proud? I stroke my head on, and I narrow my eyes to the way it sounds good with Lulu.

Noticing his eyes staring at the condition, Uridora raised a well-shaped eyebrow.

"Hmm, I may have changed without knowing. I'll be with you."

Huh, and Shirley laughs.

Seeing a crisp grin, strangely sunny thoughts tangle together again without rejecting the arms stretched out.

Black dress and white dress.

They look the opposite, in essence and from a historical point of view, in fact the opposite. Because it used to be about survival.

But they snuggled together, and they had this sisterly vibe somewhere.

Eventually, Ozo opens his eyes properly.

I'm back in my usual round shape, looking at my hands wonderfully.

"Is that it?

It was another Lizardman who murmured so much. He also rises again muckled, and gazes upon his body with a gesture. Blink repeatedly with the transient membrane as they round each other's eyes.

"Ozo, you're getting smaller"

You too, I wonder as I reply. My body doesn't hurt at all anymore, and on the contrary, my stomach rings "grunt".

"I'd love some warm vegetables. Let's speak to everyone."

That said, Ozo stood up shaking his tail. Is it my fault that you smelled like my husband, Mr. Uridora?

The other one, I could smell the pure smell, but who the hell is this?

I looked up at the chubby round moon for a while, and then the two Lizardmans looked strange tilting their little nooks at each other.

Now, how rampant and insane were their families?

The goddess candidate and the dragon walk away, looking at the garrison of the National Army, which was no longer turned into a site, and healing those who nodded and cried nearby.

I can tell that there was not one dead man for the scale of the destruction and he must have been doing quite a bit of a trick. Even if he was mad, he just seemed to protect it properly, Uridora thinks.

He said it was somewhere mysterious for those in the National Army to heal one by one as the moonlight descended. The way he spilled particles of light from his fingertips seemed like he was dreaming, and some drooling naturally.

Whenever we heal them, put them to sleep, and take their steps, the second tier returns to its original tranquility.

Yes, you should sleep peacefully at night.

Round your body for warmth and dream just like animals. We should heal our minds and bodies and restore our vitality to tomorrow.

- Eglini.

Accidentally aware of the name, a small lizard appeared from under Shirley's collar.

"Well, it's a rare monster to have a name. I feel like I've seen it somewhere, but, uh, where is it?"

Shirley chuckles at her strange-faced friend. Like a collector (collector) who boasts "it will be rare".

He's a friend from a long time ago and he's kind of worried, so he's a cute demon who always sticks around on his own.

Nori is also good and dances on it when Shirley moves her fingers to play the piano. I don't want to say anything about the arts, but hey, when I was posed for a tightening that was aligned... buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Look at the face you seem to be good at, which has nothing to do with the craftsmanship.

"Buhaha! Okay, okay, stop snooping in with your crushed eyes. My stomach hurts!

Relax and tummy and laugh at each other again. Let the people who fall asleep look at such shagging.

But I just want you to miss it tonight.

It's the last night you can spend with your friends.

Travel gods are only kingdoms. Those who are named God will never be invisible to the eyes of men.

Demonic drawings swollen in bread.

That shows the limits of power for Shirley.

I decided to become a goddess in order to stop the struggle between men and demons and to give peace to those who live here.

Shirley, who cannot exchange words, will soon only be felt through a thick faith.

That's been a decision for a long time, and they laugh again because they know it. with arms tangled together, feeling each other's body temperature.

To suppress the feeling that you are about to cry out.

Shirley waved to those who fell asleep.