Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

In a half-sided crushed helmet, the eyes of a demonic tribe flipping black and white blink. Do you feel big because your cheeks are just a little thin?

The hair sticking out with a sticky sweat is brown where the demon costume influences or is exposed, and is dyed black in the back.

Those tear-wet demonic eyes seem to be looking somewhere far away.

"Ugh, I'm the only one... Huh! Why, why is this happening, Captain, please respond... Huh!

I just have to stop.

The image of the enemy I had in mind was not there, there was just a woman who kept crying.

"Well, the traitors had been turned into demons. I mean, you're the last..."

"So it's not a traitor or anything! I mean, we're on a life-saving mission to stop the Alirai Nation.

Instantly accelerated Cartina, but we already know what to do with her.

Then just move backwards and a massive amount of ice spirits will appear, framing the pursuit while desperately avoiding it.

Just a little - this is pathetic.

It's not sneaky to see him cry and repeat an attack that won't arrive, causing wounds all over his body.

When I cut my cheeks with shattered fragments and opened my eyes again - the Ice Spirit was approaching Cartina's present.

"... Huh!

So I grab the jellyfish I was trying to touch her with. Cold as ice, the ice spirits slightly rumbled to do no.

Out of the way, there's a woman left to hide, and brown hair waiting.

The demonic costume, which is covered in ice and sealed with joints, seems to be already losing its function. I whisper right in front of me, at a distance that even my breath can reach.

"Cartina. I'm not from Alirai. That's why I don't know the details."

"Don't be ridiculous, you piece of garbage that offends the ancient labyrinth. Keep being cursed by resentment from your ancestors."

There is so much anger there that even tears evaporate.

It's not scary if you can't defeat one of your children, though it's as powerful as a trained military man.

"Huh!!

For some reason then, the demon costume is bikun! And trembled.

Not only me, but Cartina wondered, and she looked down on her body.

Instead of her will, the devil's costume is backwards...

He wants to escape.

That's how it appears in our eyes.

And I finally noticed Shirley walking in from behind me.

I'm not letting it kill me, though, it's a relaxing walking atmosphere. To do that, you just extended your fingertips, but the demon costume is biggy! and rises up frightened reflexively.

In desperate shape, Cartina screams.

Not to us, but to the devil's costume.

"Heh, don't run away! No, no, no, I'm saying no! Keep my body to yourself, you're running away now. (Temee) Ahhh!

Yeah, it's like a trail.

Eating to the ground with limbs, the losers and armor try to get away from Shirley even a step further. I'm not surprised by the sound of bumps and how they peel off.

Demon costumes are stretching like rubber, and her forged military-like upper body is becoming dew. But I won't tolerate Cartina. Never tolerate things like running away from this place.

"Phew, phew! Don't run away from me. Don't be ridiculous, you're kidding me about running away from a kid like you were playing with a knee-pillow! Demon costume ooh!!

Though it was the cry of my soul, I stared at Shirley.

No, because that might have seemed like it, but that's for treatment.

Hey Shirley, I threw my gaze at you, but Puppy gets off my face... oh, what does that mean?

Nevertheless, I have remembered.

Sure, she said she could put the demons she defeated in the drawings. Then maybe the demon costume and they instinctively want to escape Shirley.

I mean, this is a battle for each other's existence.

Eventually an end is struck to the battle.

Queen, make a noise, and the demonic costume returns to its original position, as you noticed. As if he were a dog commanded by his master to obey.

The sweaty skin was covered with worn armor, and at the same time a voice was heard from afar.

"Well, could you force me to follow the devil's costume? Then there might be a way."

"Is that Uridora over here?

A black stain floats from the wall and the brunette shows up. And he reaches out behind his back, and holds a good little elf girl.

Looking back...... oh did you totally clean up the Ouga over there too. Though, you could have knocked Marie down whenever you wanted to.

And Uridora walks.

From the open lips, the continuation of the earlier words leaked.

"Did the captain and the others teach you what happens to those swallowed by the devil?

Cartina, who spends all her strength and breathes constantly, looks up surprisingly on all fours. Eventually, as I gave up, I shook my head left and right.

Seeing it, uh, Uridora exhales a painful breath.

"Oodle dies. No, pathetically death (...) (...) no (...). The shattered body will gather again and become something else to keep attacking the intruder. See, there's something called repop. I mean, it'll be that one."

Uh, and Cartina is breathtaking.

Hope or despair in that word, the look on your face that you don't know which one to feel.

Unfortunately, however, in this case it refers to the latter.

"The living parts are almost dead, and the consciousness remains extremely unclear. In that state, do you want to be imprisoned in the labyrinth forever?

Peeping black eyes only tell the truth.

So much so that I could see it, I was showing Uridora and her other sincere eyes.

And Cartina trembles when she tries.

I guess I finally understood. Destiny of living forever and being imprisoned in an ancient labyrinth. It must have felt clear because of it during death.

"... but you're really lucky. Even I gave up."

Saying so, the magic dragon touches the cheeks of Pepper and Cartina.

I don't think we're enemies, it's a very gentle touch.

Oh well, some parts I think.

She has lived since ancient times and has seen many who lead to demons. So can I also touch you gently, as I do with my friends?

To swollen eyes with too many tears, Uridora nods one.

"Mmm, I'm following the devil's costume well. Shirley here is the one who circulates life and death. Then you can do what you want. To die, to go to the next life, and to be free from the labyrinth and remain in this world for a while."

If it was just a word, I'm sure Cartina wouldn't have been convinced either.

But if he held his neck all the time, if he knew the warmth of human skin, blurry and large tears would flow.

This labyrinth is too cold to fight alone.

"Bye, idiot! Oh, my God, if you weren't my enemy, I should have told you from the beginning!

And he opened his mouth wide, and Cartina, the devil's costume, cried.

It was a strange sight, the way Cartina accepted it.

Hands together, as if to pray to God and lose the black pigment was somehow enough to remember something pure.

In the flaming Third Hierarchy Hall, there is dust that can be described as the remains of demons.

I breathed holding my hand with the elf to the sight that even that would change like white and snow.

Fort Doo-oo cheers for reports of demonic demolition.

And when he came out of the fort, he was now seen in a snowy hall.

It seems like a blessing for victory, and the truth is that it means freeing the demons who have been working for thousands of years.

So Cartina, who has regained herself, can also remain in the world as she wills.

The same goes for our unknown central control room, where the man who fought out opens his eyes slightly and just looks up at the light of salvation.

Eventually it melted in particles, and if I'm sorry, I moved my lips and then disappeared.

Shirley is probably heterogeneous in this labyrinth.

He is also the one who breaks the circle of demons and shows new paths.

To do that, though I think it's some childish look to open the demon atlas and show it to me.

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Well, when I finally got back to the apartment, I was already around lunch.

Because of the use of lumpy magic, or because he was too focused again, Mr. Elf stayed lying down with his hands and legs spread out to the bed.

"It's okay, Marie?

"I'm tired. I'll tell you what, it can't be normal to use so many spirits. Just know I'm the only one who can do it."

How adorable it is to have your lips tucked away.

Come on, come on. Wave, and I'll reach out to you like I said, "Pussy."

I had no choice - no, no, I'm a lot happier - but when I put my arm behind my back and knee, I decided to keep snuggling at the princess.

Um, light.

Because it's so soft, it's something that I can hug all the time, so as far as I'm concerned, a good basin break has started.

Looking back, there was Uridra sitting at the table with a frightened face. Apparently, he liked the combination of newspapers in his glasses, spreading the buckwheat and shining paper into the midsummer sun.

"So after all, Cartina didn't disappear."

"Um, he decided to serve Shirley for a while. It's good to see what happens to that ancient labyrinth and our country."

Hmm, something that does bother her her?

Though a valuable source of information for an enemy country, it is pathetic to hear it out just as well. He said he was forced to put on his demon costume, and you should let him rest for a while.

"Oh, good smell. What are you baking?

"It's hot cake. I need to have a proper tummy before I go out."

Hotcakes full of butter and honey love both elves and dragons. The groom and Marie shake their legs in the universe and speak to the woman who is cooking.

"Thank you, Shirley. You're a very good cook."

Looking back, she's getting used to Japan, too, apparently. You don't look like a former hierarchical master.

However, thanks to the partial unsealing of the seal, you're lucky to be less translucent if you care about it.

... It's not good for my heart because it looks like I can boycott it if I don't mind.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, so I need to get ready for that. There's a character valve in Japan, and there's a lunch culture that makes characters look like pictures."

Pikun, and Elf's long ears shake.

I might have had something first in mind. I shine my light purple eyes, and I look up at this one.

"But isn't that for kids? I just want you to know that I'm a lot older than you."

"No way, this is adult culture. Kids can't make lunch."

Since when are character valves also starting to penetrate overseas, and it makes me wonder about the culture of enjoying that food.

Though I also feel like this is more childish being a princess than that.

"Oh yes...... Yeah, yeah, I can't help it."

So, what's the hope? and asked with his eyes, Pepper and Mr. Elf whispered to his ear.

It's ticklish and whatnot, but I can think of the characters you taught me and make me feel just a little more happy.

Well, the first cartoon I've ever seen is unforgettable.

I think of Ni and the face of the character laughing cheerfully, and at the same time the hot cake can be done.

Later, enough to get rid of the demonic drawings on the table...

Hmm, demon drawings, go away...?

This isn't going to work in Japan, is it?

There's tons of demons sealed, but no way. That's not true, is it?

Besides, if you look closely at this, it looks like the devil's costume Cartina holds the Ouga shield and the spear... combined...

It's your fault, it's your fault.

When you close the book with Pong, the hot cake put on the plate comes.

I sat the elf down in a chair, led Shirley through, and I stood and ate like a man. I think it would be better to buy some extra chairs in earnest, etc. and look up at the mid-summer sky like other personnel.

Well, that's how our basin break and trip to Izu begins.