Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

The area is dim even though it is morning.

This forest lined with great trees makes weeds difficult to grow because they are spreading leaves like umbrellas. Not only that, but the fallen fruit is poisonous, and it also helps to kill the grass, he said.

It won't be easy for the grass, but it's easy for me to walk and enjoy the morning forest bath.

I think it's like an herbicide, etc., but I think I've heard similar stories in Japan.

Think looking at the weak grass wondering where you heard it. In front you can see the light of the sun, which will soon enter the clippings of the forest.

I can hardly remember the stories of the past, and I reach outside the woods.

The sunlight that surrounds you. I stretch my arms out to its freshness and exhale heavily. At present, there were open grass flowers, and butterflies were dancing in search of honey.

My walk stops for a little while. Because I heard singing from the center of it.

The air-shaking singing sounds nostalgic somewhere, wiping away the fatigue of walking in the woods.

The time might have been just right. At this time when the morning dew vaporizes, it sprinkles the scent of very dark flowers.

Sweet air drifting around. Feeling it, I overheard the singing.

The woman was sitting in a sunny spot, blessing her surroundings as she knitted a flower wheel at best. I'm sure no one would think that that was the once hierarchical owner.

And, he notices this sign. The blue sky eyes are opened, and the song interrupts the butt blush. He's actually very shy to be blushing and holding his mouth.

"Hey Shirley, that was a beautiful singing voice. I think I was very lucky to hear that."

I'm going to compliment you, but you make me blush so much that the embarrassment passes so far.

It was not the hands that covered that face, but the mask that was removed from the nostalgia. It's decorated like several sickles, somewhere scary and somewhere cute.

A slight slippage will give you a glimpse of the blue sky eyes.

Bright eyes, slightly translucent, she is not human as you can see. He is a living being since antiquity and has the role of circulating life and death.

Although we once exchanged swords, we are allowed to play together in this way due to great luck.

As she approaches, she also wakes up slowly.

Shirley is just a little taller in this world. And sometimes it's a spiritual body, and it's translucent.

The combination of boy and haunted could be different. But it's the way it usually is for us, and it doesn't seem to bother us.

You wanted to spend the day dressed in an easy way, or thin dress fabric drifts fluffy like you're underwater. Tong, and flew one, and she still came this way in a motion that didn't make her feel her weight.

They can be the same color as people if they care about it, but they say this look is easier.

"I think I've kept you waiting for a while."

Yeah, and Shirley faces about half way out of the mask and shakes her neck sideways. The brightly colored blonde swayed and scattered faint particles.

Then, as I recall, she adorns her head with the little flower wheel from earlier. You look like you've seen it somewhere before, is it close to the crown you once wore as a queen?

I felt my heart washed to laugh with pleasure. [M]

"Oh, yeah, was it a cherry blossom story about sprinkling poison around and killing grass? No, it doesn't matter. I was just wondering."

The mask, inclined to look at strange things and used when, is punished. Then "over there," she said, pointing her fingers away.

When I looked at Shirley, I thought, "It's like a cherry fairy," and I remembered earlier - let's keep it to ourselves. It's just a little embarrassing to put it in your mouth.

At the end of the aim was a small hole, a beautiful entrance decorated with flowers for the underground labyrinth.

Later on, I heard that if it was meant to be, the surroundings were wasteland, and this entrance was also as disastrous as opening the lid of a Hell's Cauldron.

Well, if you got Shirley's blessing, you can't help turning into this. Whatever you say, I'm a former hierarchical master, and no one will have any trouble where I've become somewhat fantastic.

"So today, as promised, shall we have the adventure of putting rare demons on the atlas"

When I speak up like that, I get a two-handed gut pose back that means I'll do my best.

Maybe the earlier singing was in my ear. I feel like Run and I are in a good mood.

When I looked around to see where I could hear it from, right next to me was a woman with blue sky eyes, smiling back as soft as this morning sun.

Well, shall we have a labyrinth date with the former Hierarchist today, then?

When I told him so, he gave me a rare peek at his pearly teeth for the dear Shirley and laughed.

Light a lantern filled with oil.

I haven't used a portable light source in a long time because I was always with Mr. Elf, etc., so I assemble it.

I hear we have a report to the Sorcerer's Guild today. Marie's not here, and we're here for a little adventure.

There was no such tool in ancient times, and a strange peek at the lantern that lit up. The lights scatter on all sides through the cracked glass, and the darkness around them is taken away.

"Heh, it's a complicated labyrinth, as rumors have it. There's a big hole in the center, and it stretches down."

If you look at it, there are bridges, stairs, etc. to penetrate the hole to the side, and you can feel the atmosphere that continues to the bottom of the ground.

Just a little above intermediate as a recommended level as a labyrinth. I recall that the Adventurer Alliance had the statement "Caution due to multiple accidents".

We're special, though. There's no point in such precautions because we're dead and fine with each other. Of course I don't see anything as wild as offensive information.

The name is "The Labyrinth of Yagdoris," a rare place that hasn't finished its offensive yet.

down the stairs with the fluffy floating Shirley.

Stone treading shoe sounds echoed and stone walls were wrapped in the light of warm lamps.

A sound similar to a whistle called Peppy is the sound of the wind passing through this three-dimensional structure.

Shirley, looking rarely at it, grabbed my shoulder at some point. She says she can take the time to enjoy the surrounding scenery thanks to the way she carries it.

She has been liking this shoulder for a long time, and even this one has no weight at all, so I don't have any trouble with it.

Rather than that, it makes me happy because there are women right next to me who turn their big eyes all over the place. I decided to tell an old story to a curious ghost.

"There's an interesting story in this labyrinth. It's a longitudinal structure, but they still don't know which one is the origin, top or bottom"

I was rounded up with blue sky eyes.

I guess that was a slightly meaningful way to put it.

If it's a normal labyrinth, it stretches from ground to ground. But if you look at this labyrinth hierarchically, there is a thesis that it gets old enough to head underground.

"Scholars say it took a hundred years before this labyrinth could be done. And the more I head downstairs, the different cultures of condiments, etc."

Normally, the older they are, the older they are. But this labyrinth is the other way around, and many want to know why. Because the labyrinth that comes from the underground is quite a rare story.

It seems that this Shirley lady was equally driven by curiosity, her eyes filled with radiance.

"Hehe, I'd be happy if you were looking forward to it. As far as I'm concerned, I want you to know how to play the labyrinth. I don't think it's enough to defeat the enemy in the sense of romance."

She snorts at me.

Sound the shoe and we head down slowly. I think the darkness around us adds more intensity and feels a sense of oppression that some people are likely to crush.

But we were looking at mossy sculptures and perforated paintings, feeling and enjoying the atmosphere that probably would have been gorgeous at the time.

Lonely to this point seems like a haunted mansion, but if you look to the side, there is a hole that leads to the bottom of the ground, where you can even know the architectural culture of the time. There's something I'm not comfortable with that inspired by curiosity.

Maybe I'm a labyrinth maniac. There are some industrial zone maniacs in the world, and I know it's nothing strange.

But if I actually see a real labyrinth, I don't know who I'd be happy to be. It's not just walls around, it's all kinds of decorations. I can feel the breath of those who dig, and know what the course of time is. This would be worth paying for. But it would be worth seeing.

"So, rumor has it, there's a rare slime living there. Volume is volumetrically changed, translucent but color is changed, and attack methods are irregularly changed. I'm sure it's the monster Shirley asked for, but what do you think?

Looking back in touch with the dusty railings, he returned a slightly more complicated face. Shirley moves her lips when she moves her hands to make a circle and says this is how good it is.

Was that, like, a little bit good with regular slime?

Unfortunately, there are no slimy demons in the ancient labyrinth where we mainly operate. I have time, and I thought I had a very rare slime... but I failed.

By the way, drawing is like the skill (skill) she possesses, and can store demons she defeats. That's why we call them demonic drawings, and more recently, Shirley became representative of collecting habits.

It could be similar to card collection in a way.

More variety makes me happy, and I want to fill in gaps. When people ask me what I can do with it, it's almost a card game to have people play with it and fight instead...

"Well, if you're a normal guy, you can always find him, and not look for a rare slime for today? I also have lunch boxes, so I think it would be fun to dine overlooking the ruins."

When I did her a favor, she said, "Of course I do," and gave me a smile back. Apparently he enjoys exploring the labyrinth so much that he caresses his chest down with relief.

"That would have been nice. Because I want you to have fun with me. - Yeah? You have footprints..."

In the middle of words I turn the lantern to the ground. [M]

There are multiple footprints there, and I can tell from the dust buildup that they are very recent. Apparently, their peers are attacking first.

"Well, I'm not willing to interrupt, and I'm not interested in treasures. I'm sure it won't be a fight."

Shirley looked a little anxious, though I told her so, not accustomed to people. I know it's because she's not a person herself, but I think she felt like she was disturbed by our alone time.

It's a vast labyrinth, though. It must be rare to meet. We go down the stairs to the basement, talking so reassuring.

The labyrinth of Yagdoris entertained us with its diverse architecture, unlike the rumors we had heard.

I'm sure the one who created it is also the place he built it with pleasure.