Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Hey, this is fresh.

When I wake up, the sunbathed handicap shines, and I feel like I've seen the silver world.

Japanese-style japanese-style rooms and futons are apparently "nostalgic" to anyone in Japan. Even if you have never lived in such a room, you may feel that it should be.

That's a magical dragon obsessed with form. I can't believe I understood the nature of sum so far in a short time. and so on and I admire it from my sleep.

Wow, and I heard an adorable stretch, and when I looked at you, Mariabelle in her sleeping roll was stretching out her hands and legs. She rubs her pale purple eyes and turns to the obstacle in the same way.

I rarely stayed up late last night, and it still looked like I was sleeping because of it. Sleeping rolls are slightly disturbed and the sleepy clavicle seems dazzling.

His eyes blinked several times, and he finally remembered that this was the second level hall, waking up his torso just like I did.

"Good morning, Ichiro. You've slept a lot because of something called Fall of Reading."

"Isn't it good sometimes? It sounds like serious Mariabelle is going to enjoy being called by Doola as well."

I hate how they call me that, and I clean up the futon with them even though they complain about things like that. I fold it in three, then I push it in, and I let the pillow in, and then I open the obstacle.

Fresher air flowing in. The left and right stretching edges are warm, and if it's also a duvet, you're likely to enjoy the conversation overlooking a small pond.

"Oh, Uridora. Could you have waited for me to wake up?

The black cat sitting there looked back and didn't say "to."

Of course there are no cats in this world, so this child is the demon of the Magic Dragon.

I guess it wasn't waiting for us to be awake, though, it was monopolizing the edges that felt good to not relax any more.

To the evidence, Marie puts her hands behind her, trying to hold her up, and she just walks up to the garden. It's like saying, "Come to your mother's house soon".

"I wonder if the diamond squads are already there. We're calling Uridora, so why don't we go too?"

"Yeah, let's do that. And it's lovely, I can't believe we're taking a walk and heading to the motherhouse. I love walking in this pond."

She's right, our bunks are apart. It's a favor from Uridora that you'll be able to do it slower, and to be honest, I appreciate it. It's been a long time since I've had to worry about people's eyes at all when I come and go with Japan.

Walk in a well-organized garden wearing leather sandals. The sound from the pond with Chapon would have been the fish who mistook it for bait time.

A peek into it reveals Marie and I wearing the same back length on the water. It is not a mistake to look at her face but also to look at her young.

Is it too late to grow old in this world, or is it about fifteen years old? I still don't know why, but maybe it's because I only grow when I'm in the world of dreams, so I figured.

Nevertheless, when I look to the side, I have purple crystal (amethyst) stinging eyes much closer than usual, and I think I gained from just being blinked slowly.

Is she enjoying it too, the elf laughs with a grin. No, slightly evil. Were your blinding eyes looking forward to the upcoming event?

"Ugh, this day is finally here. Operation Diamond Scouts."

"That's right, because we don't have enough employees and we can't help it, and they're the kind of professional group who usually wear made-up clothes. Heh heh, I can't wait to make it into something."

Cartina and Lizardman have worked hard to take care of the garden and more unexpectedly. But when it comes to the building, I don't have enough hands because it's too wide.

Of course, even the meal is. Fortunately, I am blessed with ingredients, but I cannot help but be anxious for the future given the hassle and time of cooking.

and the leading black cat made a sudden small run, then was held up to a brunette woman standing at the end of the road.

She is the Lord of the Devil of Use, the person who created the majority of this Mansion, the legendary being, the Magic Dragon Uridra. There is a wrinkle between my eyebrows and I am a little dissatisfied with it.

"However, even though I was working on an intensive operation, I lost my depression on reading and such. At least make it an anime or a movie so I can enjoy it."

Yikes, I was pissed when I showed my teeth, but such tricks are adorable too. When I met him, he said he was inexperienced as a dragon man and didn't like expressing his emotions as a person.

But for a long time, when we lived together, it was only in our eyes that we became feminine.

"Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. So, so far, we're going exactly as we did the operation?

"Regardless... I just want to say that baths and massages will get you bored right away. We need to get a meal ready."

Left and right hair remain intact, only the back is put together, so the white noodles are particularly visible. It's strange that even kimonos look good, even though the noticeable nose stands out clearly.

When Marie reaches out, Uridora holds the cat back and connects her empty hand. This elf and dragon get along better as they spend time together, making them feel like sisters naturally when they are together.

Which one looks like my sister, though it changes from time to time.

"Not at all - I didn't expect to stay up late while Marie was on."

"I'm sorry, Uridora. However, as you can see, autumn is great for reading, and I can feel the story very deeply. By analogy, I feel like I'm in a library..."

To the elf, who talks about the hardness and the charm of staying up late, Uridora says something and then closes her lips. Then he turned his eyes to me and said, "Watch your back," silently. Of course you nodded cocklessly, but don't trust me because that determination will also vary depending on Mr. Elf's mood.

Now, I have to hire an employee to maintain the museum as an immediate challenge.

If we could scout the Diamond Squad, we would not only maintain the mansion but also have a great deal of service.

But you're much richer than us, and it's troublesome not to move with money or anything.

Then we must treat ourselves to comfort, habitability and a delicious meal. Knowing plenty of charm makes you feel like "I want to live here! I need you to think."

"... is our idea, but what's the situation so far?

"Hmm, let's see what they look like."

And this video magic is the back hand for us, so to speak, the trump card. I can listen to their conversations as I please and hear directly about their reputation for this facility.

It is, of course, an overwhelming advantage in information strategies, without worrying about being distracted.

But the footage shown along with the sound of Vun is a peach town full of amazing skin tones, Pa! and was covered in sight from Marie's hand.

"Damn it, it's time we both knew peeking was a crime!

"Oh, sorry! Uridra, no footage, please!

"Mm, well. Then I wonder if I can narrow it down to audio only. But now the intensity..."

They complained about bumps, but I don't exactly have a hobby for stealing bathrooms.

But I peel my eyes off at the sound that comes out of me.

Oh, it feels good, the massage is awesome.

There, uh, hey, back there...

Uh-oh, there, there! There. Uh-huh.

To the colorful voices that have flown, we are I, from behind, clinging to the elves, this time blocked to the ears. More than that, Marie, it hits my back too much, so...

It's called a soft feeling that can be pushed against the heel, it's called the coming audio, my heart rate goes up. Of course, Mr. Elf was angry with his eyes triangulated.

"No! I don't even have audio! You guys think more in common sense!

So as soon as we started the mission, our trump card disappeared.

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Cut the green vegetables with a slab.

Although this cooking area is much larger than a 1DK apartment, it's a fantastic world, so it's changed by the way. For example, in a place instead of a stove, the fire of the Spirit (Salamander) lays down with Deng, with a sesame grain-like eye, "Not yet?" Around the time I looked up.

I feel like they've gotten quite used to me lately because they just summon instead of stoves all the time. As soon as I call you, you look like, "Oh, yes, yes, a pot." I don't talk about it, I guess.

The trouble is with the refrigerator, and I have to pick up a lot of ingredients from the warehouse many times. The warehouse had also changed, and the technique of not hurting ingredients without cooling the air had been used.

Of course I leave it because I don't understand the principle when I hear it.

This forest seems to be rich in soil and can be harvested from mountain vegetables to fish. I think it's because Shirley, the former hierarchical lord, is doing what circulates the soul.

They have become even more stable these days and have also started hunting for more deer, pigs, etc. These are also good in flesh, but the reason for this is that Uridora said (yi) "because they are not contaminated with magic vegetables".

According to the story, the ancient battle caused dirt (injury), and because of this, the food in this world will lose its flavor?

For this reason, if I ship it, it is likely to be traded at a high price, but I want to target local consumers because they can be blinded or troublesome.

That's why, thankfully, ingredients are essential. If you need anything, you can go buy it with Uridora.

The ingredients in the monkey are simple with the earlier pork, mountain vegetables, green vegetables and mushrooms. What I brought in from Japan is about miso and eggs, bonito and leeks, which can actually be a lot cheaper than bringing in lunch. It's only about Japanese spending, though.

"Are you going to take a nap one day and come over for dinner or something?

"Yeah, I just want to enjoy a Japanese meal over there. 'Cause you still don't have a lot of food types, do you? Although, of course, the fish are very tasty."

Marie, who answers that, is washing away the vegetable soil right next door. The same goes for the fire earlier, but the level of help with cooking is much higher in this fantasy world.

Nevertheless, being an elf in a triangular headscarf for cooking clothes is too cute to call fantasy.

Of course I agree with Marie that the fish are delicious.

Seafood, in addition to flavor, is life, and there's no way it's freshly caught. Seafood in particular increases its flavor over time, compromising even the sweetness it is inherent in. Although there is just no sea here.

"It's the pigs that are harder than that. I didn't know it was going to take so long to eat."

"Oh, my God. Pick a female from a good time of flesh, drain her guts and blood, take the skin and age it, then finally eat it. You won't notice how hard it is when you always buy it in the supermarket."

Knowledge around here was raised in the woods. Mr. Elf is much better than me, a modern man. Apparently, he also took his side in the season of autumn, and was able to get some fatty, superior meat today.

Techniques such as cryogenic aging are also available in the library. Though I say knowledge doesn't get baggage, I'm not sure it actually helps even though I'm not a hunter.

We'll see about that later. Thinly cut pork with a look, enough to serve it on a plate? It's probably more troublesome than a regular pot dealing with meat, but I'm looking forward to seeing what it will taste like now.

I grab the handle and carry the stove to the guest room so as not to wake up the fire where I was sleeping at some point.

I think it's time for them to come home from the bath.