Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Dinner at the Hot Springs Inn was still a luxury.

The boat in both hands is filled with sashimi from the North River Fish, led by Ise Shrimp, and the next dish will soon arrive, surprised by the vibrancy of its red and white. Assortment of seasonal tempura, stewed sea bream, etc. turns the table lively.

Even those who come from the fantasy world. I pay attention to the cooked rice mixed in one dish with the hot air and the servant, and when I am placed with sake or beer, I turn to it… I seem to be busy moving my gaze over there, but I have a grin on my mouth, and I can tell I'm waiting for my meal now or now.

I think I was surprised when I said it was a relaxing living room until earlier, but it quickly turned into a dining room. Arranging a large number of dishes at a time and overwhelming guests is probably the old-fashioned way to go.

A long time ago, at the Hot Springs Inn, there was a way to surprise travelers first with a sumptuous meal, and repeat was to spread rumors about it to others more than before, attracting new guests. It's easy to convey information. Even today, it still shows in my eyes that the hospitality attitude remains very unchanged.

But Uridora is bad.

Yukata looks even better because of the original dark hair, and the white neck muscle makes me feel a smelly hue. Just sitting there will surely fascinate those who go on the road.

But what is it like to overflow your mouth with covetousness and stare with hot eyes at the way the meal is being served? He even narrows his eyes inadvertently to a pot that boils down and boils and a delicious scent that seems to overflow.

Gathered strength, and then she let her hands open wide.

"Not this, this! This is exactly what we need for our second tier! Whether it's a splendid mansion or not, it has to be packed with attractive contents. A luxurious meal is all that makes you a curator!

In front of us, the speech began for some reason.

The ladies who proceed with the meals naturally do not understand the elf language. But he seemed to tell me how he was looking forward to eating, and he looked at her smiling like that.

I thought it would be helpful to build a mansion to bring this to the other world... just impossible? and so on, and I get my neck clenched.

Thinking, for example, Marie lifted her hips softly to counter.

Please, Mr. Marie, stop the Run of the Magic Dragon. To answer my wish, the girl turned to me with a reliable grin.

"Uridora, you're right, meals matter! Even if it was a terrible place to stay, something I could forgive for just eating something delicious!

"... oh yeah... but look, I can't arrange ingredients or cooks first"

The grunt, such as, unfortunately, doesn't reach the two ears. I thought of the sight of my dreams and left it to soothe and exhilarate.

At that time, the rolling feeling of the bell reached me. Apparently everyone's interaction was fun, and Shirley, possessed of the body, conveys laughing emotions.

Then I guess it would have been nice. Even if you want to argue, you can't help it because the groan and the chest will squeal on its own. No, is this mixed with my emotions? There are not so many opportunities to travel with everyone and be surrounded by a sumptuous dinner.

Our dinner began when the general showed us the cold wine and beer first before the hot pot. Yeah, I've got other coke and stuff, but that's a dummy for Mr. Elf who only looks like a minor.

Pour beer into the glass and everyone will throat at the golden glow.

This inn is for three, so now it is possessed by my body. Instead of not showing up, I want her to enjoy cooking well.

That's why I lifted a beer glass for everyone.

"Well, we're still in the middle of a third tier offense, but shall we celebrate crusading the thieves for now? Nevertheless, I never dreamed of having a day to fight Uridora."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Well, good, tonight's the corner celebration seat. It is also the night when my turn to watch (continue) finally peeled off. Okay, cheers!

When did they get their heads off me?

To that misleading way of saying, "Wait a minute!" Marie panicked, but the glass stretched over the table can be hit with a gut on its own.

"Damn it, we're not such a big deal anymore..."

Bring the glass closer to your lips as you zero bumps and complaints. In the meantime, the girl seems to have thought of what happened in the evening, making her face and neck red even though she hasn't even drunk yet.

"Big deal... things..."

Oh, I might have.

We took an open-air bath together and took the elf we could climb up to the room...... Leaves light purple eyes wide open and fingertips look slightly trembling. I glazed vigorously to delude such agitation.

Looking gladly at the condition, Uridora turned her eyes similar to those of Obsidian toward this way.

"It's pretty good to have your first collaboration. He showed an interesting combination: Kitase, the swordsman, and the whimsical Shirley. I thought I'd die at least a few times."

"No, no, I would have died a few times without Shirley. Of course I would have died more without Marie. The ancient labyrinth has too many accommodating opponents, and I actually enjoy it."

Kuzuki and the dragon laugh with pleasure. As a matter of fact, I guess you know what I enjoy without saying anything. [M] With that in mind, have a beer at the same time as her...... call and stop perfectly.

"That, speaking of which, Shirley is fine with alcohol -"

That's what I almost said. The mouth stops.

On my hand with a glass was layered her translucent hand, and she told me not to worry about drinking it. It could have been compassion because it was a celebratory seat.

Then let's gratefully accept her favor.

I rounded my eyes to the bitterness of the wheat that drinks, slips through my throat, and the freshness of the carbonation that comes later. When I looked to the side, the blue sky eyes were waiting for me, and I would leave the flavor to you, smiling like I said.

I see, can you also share roles like that? Then he certainly doesn't need to hesitate.

Elves and dragons were stretching their chopsticks to sashimi when the two of us were smiling with garlic. Cheeks brightly colored sashimi, first time eating uridra, etc. rounds eyes.

"Mmm, a tough tongue, a mellow taste! Gu, no, no, not the fish I know. Fish smells more raw... Mmmm, the aftertaste is sweet and melts!

Um, and I pulled my lips straight to the side, so much so that I could fall as-is. Her mouth is a medium trout, and the fat melts without chewing.

This only came again, called outsider killing, with a refreshing taste, a fine fat body dissolved in the tongue, and a sweetness that chewed up happiness until it slipped through my throat.

Ho, ho, the laughter that leaks will be what the body reacted to on its own.

Everyone laughs when they eat something delicious, but this even invites them to laugh. It seemed to be the first time for a magic dragon such as that food experience, his mouth grinning, his eyes staring alternately at me and Marie with their eyes open in the middle.

"... for the rest of my life, will you let me have this to myself?

"It will be decided no! Even I only ate sashimi when I first came to Japan... oh, this is amazing, yummy...! Uh-huh, uh-huh."

Ugh, wow, Uridora asked for her consent, and Kokun Kokun and Marie nodded loudly. I thought there would be more delicacies in the world. And the hands of the spiritual body pull down their sleeves like they say they can't stand it anymore.

"Oops, sorry, I was relaxing with my usual habits. Now, I wonder if the medium trout will fit Shirley's tongue as well."

Put the sashimi pinched on the chopsticks on the soy sauce for a little while and then onto the tongue.

The taste is hers, so of course the tongue conveys tasteless odorless. And when she was holding onto her shoulder, she leaned back against her body. The blue sky eyes open completely and the chewing lips turn into a form of laughter.

The emotion that it's delicious, delicious, is so strong that I can stare out of my tiny eyes... I don't even care if it's much more tasteless and odorless anymore.

When I thought of it as something like that, I was grabbed from Shishi and Uridra.

"What, this dish! It's not a dish that just cut fish!

"Yeah, it's just a dish that cut the fish. However, you have to understand the flesh quality of each fish, and I wonder if you will hear that you cannot be alone without more than ten years of experience."

"Are you sincere! I always thought that the Japanese focus on flavor was pathological, but that's about it... Hmm, Hmm, I found an unexpected treasure."

Yeah, you only have a bad feeling from that word. My frank sentiment is that they found the treasure, but I don't know if it's okay.

Apparently, sashimi is very popular. They carry him to chopsticks, flattening him in no time.

The same can be said for tempura and others, where you can enjoy the unique "sakuflu" flavour of freshly fried food. I've made this one in my house before, so I thought it would be their preference.

"Ah, bliss! It fits too well with beer...... Huh! Oh no, they're all delicious and troublesome. Wow."

The unexpected might have been the alcoholic, not the cook.

All those beer bottles were defeated one after the other, and Uridora's hand stretched out to local liquor on the brink of falling asunder...

Yukata is slightly messy and plenty of chest...... let's not look at it oops.

Pour the cold liquor into a cup, taste the sashimi and then drink it up.

It was blissful again, and he leaked his voice, "Wow," and put the cup on the table. It looks like a seasoned breeze somewhere, but if you think about it, it's a magic dragon that has tasted alcohol for thousands of years, so I'm not so wrong.

Ulidra, who was perfectly concerned, hugged her shoulder more and more as she approached her. The breath smelled of alcohol, and Shirley behind him pinched his nose and said it with her hands. But she doesn't mind.

With all the suspicious voices, she talks.

"To be honest, I felt the shallowness of the bottom of the profession of swordsman. I just thought it was a small thing to do. But yesterday, I reflected that it was a shallow idea to watch Odora. That demon dragon, isn't it? I thought about it and changed my mind."

"Thank you, thank you..."

I wonder why, being a drunk makes me a respectful person.

The size of the attitude also increases, while the pressed chest conveys plenty of weight, inadvertently turning the saving eye to Marie "help".

The Half Fairy Elves have decent eyes and blink several times with their mouths half-opened.

"Aha, haha! Kazhiho's getting smaller! That's Japanese salaried man!

Oh, no, no. Shit.

That's funny, he was such a sweet kid in the evening.

Thinking, for example, the face is turned sideways from the arms involved, and the face of a brunette beauty dyed her cheeks looms up.

"Are you listening? A swordsman must look straight at his enemies and engage in a melee like he can't breathe. That perspective is something that we sorcery manipulators don't have. Without knowing or caring about their thoughts, they smash them like bugs. But then, Marie, who woke up to the magic, Shirley, she needs you as a bridge."

Well, it feels like I finally got lost in a drinking party that I refused to attend. [M] Who the hell left behind plenty of local liquor? Oh, was I the one who ordered it?

"Right, I think so too. By the way, Mr. Uridora, actually, a pot is delicious, too. This is something anyone can make without having to cook a lot. Isn't it perfect for a second tier menu?

Titty and obsidian eyes blinked, then... turned into a seemingly mature grin.

"You don't have to know now. I'm proud to have laid my sword before Cartina."

I was stroked over the head... but the drunken appearance I had had felt as if it had been an act, and I accidentally stared at Shirley.

Even though I felt so strange, her stomach was still alive.

I really like pans with lots of seafood and eat them deliciously. When I realized it was empty to the rice cooker, so I was surprised once again by the presence of the Magic Dragon.

However, I hope Yukata is made with a slightly more invisible thigh. No, do you have a problem with those who wear agara?

With that in mind, everyone enjoyed something called a dinner at the Hot Springs Inn.