Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

A certain cat lived in the apartment in Kitase.

This black-haired kitten spends most of her time round in a pleasant place. It also looks very different from a normal cat from where they prefer to be in formation, such as under a bed or chair.

But this is still the demon of the use of the Magic Dragon Uridra, not a normal cat, etc.

Understanding of the humanities, etc., is normal. In modern Japan, where there is no system to activate witchcraft, the move to build it from scratch… probably won't be understood by anyone.

The thing called Magic Dragon produces enormous magic just by breathing in. Nevertheless, now he is just a user demon, a cat, and even Uridora herself takes the act close to dealing with magic as "normal" in the first place.

It is also possible to build an earlier "system for activating magic in Japan" if you want to... but I am not motivated.

If we do that, we can handle massive sorcery that is not comparable to what we have now. But there's no point in doing that in a peaceful, bogged country with no enemies either.

No, other than that, I had a big problem.

It pisses me off if I make too much noise than I have surveillance from this world.

There were established rules for spending time in this present (depressed) world, but without worrying about it, dragons, elves, and Beise, a peculiar being, lived as ordinary people.

No, Uridora is the only one who realizes, and that she also enjoys her daily life of nothing.

Kuah, and the cat made a stretch.

The autumn sun keeps the bed muddy and warm, and I can't wait to be exclusive.

I scratched the back of my head a few times, and my voice echoed through the front door again when I got round.

"Then you're coming. I'll be in touch in the evening."

"Yeah, there you go. It looks like it's going to rain, so please take your umbrella. And..."

For some reason, the elf looks a little short. After seeing the black cat properly, the two of us moved into the shadows, and from here we could only see the bare feet of the elves stretching out their backs.

This beginner (uvu) interaction is frustrating, to be honest.

I want to spit on the act of "Hidden from you" and spit on the good stuff in front of you with dignity.

Even if it's grand, I think "do it approximately".

Silent time, the girl's leg repeatedly stretched back several times.

Then he finally said, "Yes, I'm coming," and he left. The elves left behind also came back touching the hot cheeks, but by that time the black cat was also round with his butt turned.

That is how the usual sight unfolds on the doorstep, and the master of this room replaces the elf as he goes to work. For a while the patsy and hasty girl works, washes, cleans, futon dries, and if she needs anything, has her shopping done by lunch.

This still seems worrisome for cats, and they always follow the elves with them when they go out. However, because supermarkets dealing with groceries are careful about hygiene, it is unfortunately not acceptable for black cats to enter. This is the rule of a country called Japan, so she doesn't get angry.

Rules are rules, even if they are demons of use and clean beings that don't even excrete.

The returning elf shopping bag still contained one unfamiliar juice and confectionery at a time, and the girl put her index finger on her lips as she told her to keep it to herself.

Then in the afternoon I started studying Japanese, and these days I learn about difficult kanji and Japanese common sense. That nasty North Se also has teething thoughts that it would be nice to realize why the elves are struggling so far and trying to tame this country.

Yeah, well, I've been on Elf's lap a lot lately.

I don't interrupt my studies, but I try not to get my nails up and jump on it that I wouldn't mind if I were reading an entertainment novel.

My thighs are soft and warm and it feels good to stroke me while I'm reading the book again. When you come, your throat rings at will because you are a cat.

I can talk a lot from the elves, but I don't really hear much about it. The other body is busy raising children and so on, and the demons are almost as close to cats as they are today.

So at meals, or with the exception of events of interest, we spend the rest of our time asleep.

The black cat finally woke up as she narrowed her eyes and the autumn sun was weakening. Nevertheless, I still have plenty of drowsiness. There was an elf peeking all over his sight, and to see where he was being pushed on the tip of his nose a little bit, I knew he was awake.

"Forgive me for sleeping. It's almost evening. Can you connect me to him?

Upon request, he made an extension and then activated the magic fixture attached to the collar.

This is so-called magic to make calls, and it's a recreation of how will-to-communicate (chat) works in the world of dreams.

The conversation between elves and people begins after losing as much.

Apparently he's talking about tonight's dish, and the black cat interested in something delicious stood pinned and ears.

It's the word "Chinese" that bothers me.

Speaking of Chinese, I've enjoyed dumplings, ramen, and braised squares. Especially after playing in the pool the ramen was exceptional and I was even impressed that this was the flavor I was looking for. Juru, I nod my tongue unexpectedly.

"Wow, I can't wait to go to a Chinese store. But could it have been payday?

"Yeah, I just met up with a guy in front of the station, and he invited me to give him a treat at the same time as the rapport. I was wondering if you'd be interested."

No way, I'm going to an authentic Chinese restaurant, so!?

The drowsiness disappears completely now, and the eyes shimmer. The Black Cat decided to take a break from raising children and managing the hall for a while, as well as monitoring the war, and focus on this taste.

What, that and this is to enrich the hall more.

By tasting a variety of dishes, you can bring them to life. Of course, I can't cook or anything, but I decided to forget about it for a moment.

The call ends or wakes up immediately, ringing in an attempt to.

I want to eat, I want to eat Chinese. I can't help but look forward, I can't stand still, I go around the foot of the elf like I said.

"Haha, that tickles me! Oh, my God, I have to get dressed right away. Uh, I'll meet Kaoruko on the first floor..."

Get dressed! and hands up, then the sloppy black cat sleeps on the flooring. I can't believe I'm eating something that skilled professionals have worked on tonight when they say it's all that Chinese food I've enjoyed.

I can't, I can't, and I wander around in the flooring.

I can't stop coming to Japan because of this. It's horrible because, in a relaxing routine, one big event emerges.

Speaking of China, I can say it's a dish specializing in eating meat deliciously.

I can't help but think of the braised horns of the tongue and smile at the unruly of the Magic Dragon and others.

For black cats, happiness is immeasurable right now.

If they twist their cheeks, they laugh and forgive.

If you do me a favor, it will also change the end of the story to "nymph".

But……………….

"I'm sorry, Cat can't follow you to the store"

In that one word, just one word, Uridora is a four-legged beast, yet he yowls. The impact on the mental side was immeasurable, even though it was not just words such as magic, and he looked like a direct hit on a demon stone chain bombing technique that the Alirai nation was developing in top secret. No, definitely more than that.

What do you mean?

Well, tell me about it.

She is so confused that she thinks in cat language without meaning anything.

Leaning his neck and looking up, the elves held hands together as if they were sorry.

"It's already meeting time, so I have to go. I'll take your souvenirs with me, so please wait for me as a good girl."

Wait, wait, wait.

Bring Suzuke Kitase here for a little while.

In the world of dreams, you're so stubborn, let one sleep and pick you up. Then I'll be fine. Because we can go to the store together. Ah!

I guess it's sad to sue you, etc., it's just a cry of gnarly.

I know, I don't have a better taste than I've ever had. Even if I get a souvenir, it becomes a dish with a loss of flavor.

Besides, I can't do it anymore. My stomach is so ready to eat Chinese food, and if I don't rush into the store right now, I'm in a lot of trouble.

But isn't the elf turning his back and trying to get out the front door?

Just wait!

Bring the North Se first!

No more desperate to complain, but ruthlessly the front door closed with a baton, Uridora cried.

I cried, I rang, and then I ran around on the bed.

mourning and grieving that one of the great events had disappeared because of it, he let only his upper body hang on the futon, and the black cat continued to cry hard.

Autumn of appetite is a terrible thing.

I can't believe that in the second level hall, that demon dragon was sticking his head in the futon in the exact same position.

Shirley, with blue sky eyes, tilted her little neck strangely when she saw such a sight.