Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

A small lizard on the tip of a dye scarce finger. His name is Eglini.

Blinking with my tits and peeking in with Shirley's adorable eyes is like, "Well, what are my abilities?" He seemed to be asking.

And they wait still as they pat their blinks.

But they said it was a difficult quiz. They stared at each other again, making her look unhappy with her lips just a little bit.

I can't help but forget.

His abilities were only shown once long ago when we met, and all he has to do is provide for a walk. It's just a flat, weak force that doesn't rust.

Yes, the time is up.

As I say, the two faces go away.

The blue sky eyes and the lizard's little eyes are directed against the walls of the labyrinth, where there is no weirdness whatsoever. Then a crack enters the stone wall, reshaping it as if it had been so from the beginning.

Ohn, Ohn, and the heavy noise will alter the original ancient labyrinth. This is what Egrigny is capable of. That it changes the structure just a little bit.

Hmm, Uridora leaked an exclamation.

"You're not an unusual demon. I didn't know you were born for this ancient labyrinth. It's changing like a painting."

Yeah, it would be amazing, actually.

As he bragged about the lizard on his shoulder, Nfu Shirley narrowed her blue sky eyes.

Rotating stone doors.

A rosy black and white tile.

With the help of the goddess, walls, floors, and ceilings now move out on the run. With the light leaking from the cracks, the falling columns change their angles, and the labyrinth, which dates from antiquity, is no longer on his little hands. Only within the realm of the goddess, though.

Eventually, when a sloped staircase appears to be easy to walk, the lizard squeals a small "cum" over his shoulder.

"It's great, Eglini. Now it's easier to go after them. Your husband won't let you."

Good boy, good boy, stroked under his chin and Eglini is delighted. I want to help my husband more, but she doesn't have a lot of trouble. The real power is not to create such a shortcut.

But I love being stroked, so he seemed happy after all.

Now, as the grumpy Eglini leads the way, the two slip through the hierarchy in a slow foothold. To heal those who have fallen wounded. And to stop the ugly feud.

The magic dragon exhales in the shadow of the spear broken and nodding, and Shirley strokes their head like that.

I bathe in particles spilling from my fingers, and I feel as if they were illuminated by the moonlight, but when they looked up, I could only hear small footsteps walking away.

Shirley pointed me over there and walked with Uridora. That finger has Eglini on it, and even though it's a somewhat unusual walk, the Magic Dragon thinks. Dragons and goddess candidates, plus a lizard walk.

And there was a silver-haired knight who couldn't even move in the outfit of rolling down the stairs. Ahead there was a grunting blonde young man, and I could tell that he had announced one settlement.

"Ugh, uhh...!

Those who sneer are also seriously ill.

The blood vessels in the neck are turning black, which indicates that a scheme for sinners put on the collar worked.

Was it the royalty that activated it? I guess he unleashed the curse of death at the same time that the Thunderlight Knight (Lightning Night) was defeated to see the situation.

Beeping his teeth and whitening his skin like a dead man, he is a hearty young man who carried Shirley's firewood instead. I risked my life. But I challenged the royal family, probably because someone I love is here.

When you stroke your cheeks, your youth's breathing soothes.

Was it also to be enlightened at the time of death by the once reaper saving his life? As he slipped and fell, he looked Shirley in the eye and squealed like he was convinced, "Well."

Maybe he realized that he was a former hierarchical lord, and a goddess in this realm (territory).

Good night and she moves her lips, the Black Rose Knight sinks into her dreams.

The hem of the white and black dress glides through the stone stairs, sounding the footsteps. The two knights, sleeping easily, could not see them walking in arms.

Was the journey from the first layer to the surface a fierce battle, with countless soldiers and dragon tribes falling and falling?

Like looking at a messy room, the goddess candidate exhales with Hunce as she hands on her hips.

I'm telling you, it's not my call.

Even if he gets a grudging glance from Shirley, Uridora will surely return it that way. So who led the way...... the answer is in the oasis, ahead of climbing the stairs.

Once I rang my shoes and proceeded, there was no more ceiling there. The stars that are likely to disappear quickly indicate that it is dawn, and gradually the sky is changing color. Shirley looked up at it with blue sky eyes.

It was a long walk.

It was the last pleasant walk I had with my friends.

In the meantime, Shirley kept wondering what it meant to be a goddess.

Uridora, who told me so many secrets, won't tell me any more. He says with quiet eyes that he thinks for himself.

I think you're a sweet woman for some reason.

It only gives me the knowledge I need and allows me to walk freely at all times. I don't give orders, and even if I'm kidding, I always feel signs that you're watching me.

It still is.

Gentle feelings are conveyed along with the body temperature transmitted from the combined arms. They used to say we were fighting each other.

Well, it leaks my breath.

Something spit out of my lungs has a fever and I feel the temperature is higher than usual.

There's really no need to breathe, and there's no reason to look like a human. But this is how I can walk with my friends, so it's never a bad thing.

With his hands gently away, Shirley thinks so.

Hmm, and exhale hot breath again.

Across the territory of the oasis, while capturing the way people and demons compete at the edge of their sight.

As he gradually leaned back on his body, reaching for the star of dawn.

When she got to the ground, she decided. To be officially a goddess.

The glowing blue sky eyes are as if they reflected a meteor, and at the same time all those who are in the oasis stop moving.

"Ooh..."

Such a voice arrives in the wind.

Stop fighting and everyone was looking up at the night sky.

Meteors flowing there and plotting their trajectories.

The night sky was more blue, and those and demons who had fought each other until then just stared at the shooting star with their mouths open. It was the same again for royalty who could know all the truth.

I'm sure everyone will be surprised.

A trajectory, a miracle, a meteor descended from the sky.

Phosphorus, phosphorus, and ringing like bells, dyeing the blue sky to cleave the night.

All watched as the particles of light dyed the sky and sucked into the stretched Shirley's hands.

Oh, and a voice that sounds neither amazing nor inspiring.

The golden particles take shape and now give her both hands a crown. The zero-flowing golden particles descend all over her body, dyeing her a new color.

- The star's perfectly night black.

- White showing purity and the glow of life.

The two colors dye the left and right sides of the hair, respectively, which makes me think of life and death somewhere. Maybe he was showing her that life and death are worth the same. My neighbor, the dragon, thinks so.

While it is a conflicting colour, when I finish dyeing it to the tip of my hair, I dye it in the same colour until the dress that wraps my skin. As the wind swelled and made a noise, the golden particles that fell zero from his fingers decorated like ornaments to his chest, navel, and thighs.

No enemies, no allies, no demons, no dead.

My windy hair sees me as whoever I am all this time.

Spread the golden particles and slowly put the crown in your hands on your head.

When gently put on board, the wind of life itself falls out. Then everyone staring warms up to their fingertips, wounds heal, and Lizardman changes shape to what they are.

That is how they walk one step at a time towards a conflicting goddess of two colors. Feel like the goddess commanded you to come.

Zun, and it was Uridora's sword that was launched on the surface. It is black and the owner, she stands in front of the goddess nagging.

To brutally push my bloody subordinates with a gooey hand and protect them from the man approaching them with madness in his eyes.

"That look, was it still real!

Those who say so are one of the royal families, Prince Walth.

He sees the newborn goddess and points his trembling fingertips at how emotional he is. Ahead there was the figure of Uridra wearing black armor.

The prince opens his trembling mouth as the eyes that dwell in madness, and the gaze of his unfeeling eyes overlap.

"That woman there is interrupting your path. I'm willing to build the world I want. Otherwise it's weird. Otherwise I'm not convinced. Abominable demons are in front of you to become goddesses because you are full of personal lust."

Set aside for a while, this is how Uridora leaks when she is disputed.

"............ what?

He showed a pompous face, face-to-face with Shirley, and then wrinkled between his brows to say he didn't understand.

"What are you talking about, misunderstanding? I don't think I want the desire or the profit... but unfortunately, it's on time. I'm not willing to make a wish for the goddess."

Speaking of which, how many times have you asked for a delicious meal? So he remembered things in different worlds, and the bat seemed a little bad even though he made a clear denial.

Regardless, word by word cannot stop a fiercely exalted royalty.

"My 'eyes' can't be deluded. You want me to believe your word, which is a monster? I know why you want to have the power of God in your hands. You're a belly that will bring back the old days, the nights! Show your true nature now!

Night time, it's about a time of demons.

Man was just as much a piece of paper as he was, and Gedover, the land of demons who miss ancient times, has fought. No matter how many sacrifices you make.

"That I am such a lowlife...!

Uridora, who tried so hard, shuts her mouth when she realizes the truth. It was just a thumbnail. This sight of man and demon contending was the very man and demon contending over God.

A human trying to shake a white blade in search of God.

Dragon clan moving out again to stop it.

"... the existence of men and demons,"

Exactly a thumbnail.

This is no different from the day when we moved from the age of demons to the age of men.

Like a boring movie I had already watched, Uridra's heart was dry on the cage, not angry or sad.

Lynn, and the sound of the bell rings.

Lynn, Lynn, and a pleasant tone sound to everyone's mind.

Reach out.

That alone clears the minds of humans with one goddess trick. Pure air reaches the back of my nose and fills my lungs.

Shirley, unable to convey the words, sounds the song with the tone of the stars. Run, run, and ring every time you move your lips.

I touch the heads of thin dirty humans and demons and spill star particles through my fingers at them kneeling.

…………

Uridra looked just a little sad when she saw him and tried to say something. Getting clearer and clearer is so sad that I want to nod to the sand and hold my knees.

I've always been close, I laughed with you until just now, so it seemed pathetic to become a goddess and disappear just to keep people and demons close. It was a waste. She said she was such a cute daughter.

But with the runs, runs, and gentle but sad tones, she just shares her blessings with those who gather in the land. So that we don't have to contend anymore.

Hope you enjoy living in this paradise (Eden).

I just wish that...... and disappeared forever.

Uridora, who had her hands on the sword pattern, snapped with a voice that no one could hear. Because I thought I heard a breakup from Shirley.

No enemies, no allies, no demons, no dead.

As the pure air drifted, he was watching such a view without being able to move.

The sunny sky takes a rainbow, and even if it disappears, you can still feel the presence of a goddess. I'm sure Shirley wanted to show this sight.

At the same time Uridora thinks so.

"I knew this day would come one day. When the day comes when we won't be able to touch each other. Shirley, then, says there's a miracle you can do if you're a goddess. The stronger your wish, the better."

Was it just a thought, a hope, a wish?

No one knows that anymore.