Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Apparently, there are demons with aliases that are avengers (Avenja).

Does it have such a strong killing instinct that it will never forgive those who have hurt themselves and will never escape even if they cross the mountain?

Right now, he's right in front of me.

My upper body is much harder than a bear, wrapped in bright black bristles, and my eyeballs are red as they draped blood.

The goo and barking mouth have a peek of random pile teeth, and the exhalation is stained white by overflowing killer.

On one eyeball, my dagger, which I threw a few days ago, remained pierced. The other eyeball lit a flame, and he looked at me and laughed clearly.

That really is exactly what I was hearing in the rumors, and I think, "Rumors are going to be athe, too."

"... Well, I wonder what's going on. I've never dealt with a monster this big, presumed level 24."

Because there's no way you can beat me.

The skill (skill) you retain is half that of a fool (ornest), and the effect is to the extent that you can "act as you decide". Where only three or so attack patterns have been defined, there is no prospect of winning.

No, and an arm similar to the pile lifts up.

There's a big hole in the ground, and maybe - no, maybe the same thing will happen to me.

Drop a cold sweat and take just one step back while letting the first area (slot) record your current swing attack. But me and the demon, we don't retreat from the distance that both sides of the attack arrive.

Right behind me was Mariabelle with bright white hair, because she didn't even have much voice to be surprised at.

"... Mariabelle, look for Mr. Sharsha. Your mother, Mr. Sharsha, is nearby."

I don't speak elf. But if it's a name, I'll pass it on.

Talk quietly enough not to inspire the groaning demons, and slowly enough that she won't miss listening.

Meanwhile, the demon was gradually raising its kill and body temperature.

I've had a long journey.

I've never been stripped of my body once or twice, and countless demons have killed me. They are fierce as they grin at me trying to enjoy their fantastic dreams.

Maybe that's why. Some kind of inquiry whispers to me like this.

If this guy moves out, I can't stop him anymore. He would storm until I became a meat chunk, and then he would wave furiously in the elves like a storm.

The demon makes the eyeballs redder in the way Mariabelle wakes up. Because the prey that tries to escape is a treat for him.

My muscles swell slowly, my hair stretches deliberately, and with a short knife pointed at it, I become a body close to the knight's erection.

I am calm.

Breathe quietly, too.

But if Mariabelle runs off, he moves out already.

Oh, come on. It's time to fight. I don't know if I'll live or die, the battle begins that I won't stop bleeding.

As she runs, I open my mouth. [M]

"I hope it doesn't kill you instantly."

No, this is my true intention, but it may have been an insult to the demon.

Arms protruded with their random pile teeth closed with a gut, quickly blinking through their sides. It was close by chance that I flew slightly and my previous experience just happened to work.

I knew it, but it's fast nonetheless.

A plump reverse arm shoots through the ground with a dozen, and the shock bounces off the roots of the ground.

Drawing a half-circle straight from the side approaching. That was supposed to be out of range, but gradually the pile grows beefy and pulls its hair out. I lay low on the ground, but that was good for him, and shortly afterwards, a few piles flew out of my open mouth to drain my liver.

"Ugh! Blink! They almost killed me real instantly!

I roll over and complain, but I'm not the kind of person who hears that. Soon after getting in shape, a tackle looms as he opens his arms. That has the power of tanking, and I'm sure they would have really done it if it wasn't here.

Just a step back allowed me to enter the shadow of the great tree, and a shock wave called Dodon fell out on the other side.

Things don't get any better about how scared you were, and Mariabelle is running away in the first place.

So I'm at a casual pace, and that's how easy it is to mumble in a song, out of his sight, all the way around from the other side of the tree.

I thought using a large tree would make use of my small body to sneak up... etc, but there was nothing there.

That, and I'm about to crap my eyes, but there's certainly nothing there. When I wondered if I was dreaming, I noticed a pile sticking out at the same height as my gaze.

Ahead is my arm and it is stretching to the other side of the tree... I have a terrible bad feeling about it for some reason and I crouch on the ground.

- What the fuck!

Moment after moment, his knee, looming clockwise around the pile, completely destroyed the great tree.

"Ohhhh!?

I'm not surprised. Grab a tree and fly straight to the side. You gotta be kidding me. You can even fight this guy!

And so on, complaining inside, the gobble and I roll out.

To get up, I want to be praised for putting up a sword immediately. But enough to write it off, the demon has come close enough to hear him breathe.

That's good!

Big figures confuse me, but this guy is horribly fast and strong.

Thanks to the realm (slot) that I had made foolish (Ernest) remember, I screamed inside as I entered the nostalgia.

Temperature that I think is hot and breathing of the stinking guy.

That's something I haven't been afraid of in a long time, and maybe I won't be able to go to the bathroom alone tonight. I have enough to have nightmares.

Slowly tilting Oki will eventually hit the ground heavily.

Branches rub each other and make a screaming noise. The mackerel and trunk stood up and made an unpleasant noise before finally completing Tianshou.

Something falls from the top of my head when I'm wrapped in the fragrance of muddy, dark sap.

Tong, and I hit him on the shoulder, and I thought it was just a branch at first. But there was an arm, a dazzling thigh peeking from the dress, and eyes very similar to the flames of the torches.

"Quide aix ede (die, you inferior bastard)"

"Mr. Sharsha!

Sinking her sword to her roots, she widened her lips and whispered something into her ear.

But the demon slaps his shoulder in the van and at the mercy of his strength with a bare gesture that feels no pain at all. There are only patterned crooked swords left, and instantly he releases an arrowy kick into the void.

A kick with extended toes is powerful enough to snap a tree, but with a black dress hanging over her, Mr. Sharsha pierces her ankle with a double sword.

The sound of ju was the sound of demonic blood, and she couldn't kill off the shock. A few seconds later, she also finished her soaking cat-like landing with a large tree far away.

Finally, reinforcements. Besides, no one can count on me any more.

She has a strong mother to protect Mariabelle. He releases a demon and an unbeatable killer, frittering his long dark hair and descending to the ground.

The forest is whispering sunlight, her eyes and ear decorations blinking like a sweet potato.

Well, the breathless offense is not over yet.

The purposefully depressed black hair is what we find to have inspired the instincts of the Avenger (Avenger), who rushes forward with a leaning attitude.

The rushing sound of Dororo, Dororo, is no longer close to the beast, but is also as powerful as a chariot.

Are you switching tactics by your opponent for a moment? As the pile on my right arm turns into a few fine things, I rush again.

Nature and me and her took the form of pinching demons, but this has something to pin down.

"From what I've seen, the level difference between you and her is small. In this case, I wonder if I'm the one holding the key."

I do wonder what it's like for me to be a primary school student but think about tactics. But it's very important in this world.

For example, why don't you cut off his running heel? I know you're itching because you're protected by rigid hair, but what do you think if every time you run, you keep getting slashed in a row with a fright?

Of course, I can't do that to normal people, but I have a foolishness (Ernest).

I put this in the second area (slot). To carefully and surely overlap the wounds. Even with these eyes closed, I can guess.

Then, despite the distance of just under fifty meters, Mimizu's feet stain with blood.

You disturbing son of a bitch! And it was quick for me to turn around to bark.

I've only found out a little bit too.

That means this useless foolishness (Ernest) is actually awesome.

If you move just one step, you're just in his position to attack. It's a special pile that swings down from the top.

But that's what I'm letting the fool (Ernest) learn, and I can afford to look at Mr. Sharsha as he's rushing over.

"Well, this is how I should have guided you"

I see. I scratch the pile with a dozen piercing piercings.

This is an excellent counterattack point, although it delivers the same raw odor breath as it did earlier. Whether it's a short reach like a knife, you can slash it on your arm.

Rigid bristles only conveyed a stiff feel, but what would happen if I let this attack learn to be foolish (ornest) too. Could it be slashed at the same time as scratching?

I fill the last area (slot) with just a little excitement, like a paper plane that repeats the trial and error and extends the flight distance a little bit.

So far so full now. All I can do is harass you and give you small scratches.

But what happens if I increase the number of this area (slots)? If we bury one response at a time, we can cross whether it's a small body or not.

With that in mind, he turned to a boyish grin called a dust.

"And is it all right with me?

The reply was, "Gooooooo! It was a roar." The shock, which I can tell was slashed from behind, is shivering the giant, and perhaps Mr. Sharsha is slashing him violently on the other side.

Guru and his neck turn to you, opening his mouth so much that his cheeks are about to rip open. And released are a few fangs I've seen earlier, continuously shaking the air with Don, Don, Don, as if it were a shotgun.

It's an event on the other side of the giant, and I don't know if she let it go safely.

But when the demon turns his body, he rushes at a fierce speed. When I saw it, I was horrified from the bottom of my heart.

One of the reasons for the relief was that Mr. Sharsha was safe and escaped.

And the other is that there's an Achilles tendon full of blood, just like earlier, and it's like being induced by her to "come on, slash it".

Um, I'm used to fighting.

Praise her for being completely invisible by cutting her pale heel with such admiration.

I guess I'm quite used to it in action to think. So I'm good at judging situations and use anything I can possibly use. And I, the most powerless of all, found it most to dictate this state of war.

Demons are very different from animals.

The overflowing blood is black and dissolves into the atmosphere like smoke. The inexhaustible vitality and power are incomparable with other organisms, but they are also extremely dull to their own crisis.

Thanks to this, I was able to break the tendon with a bump.

His orbit is disturbed tremendously, like the car that caused the punk, and when he hits the big tree, he rolls over scattering noise.

But Mr. Sharsha never gets alarmed or anything. Hiding herself in the great tree, she finally takes out the bow she had been in charge of, and shoots it around her neck like a shrug, shrug, shrug.

After receiving a signal from her to stay away, I was finally allowed to breathe. If you notice, your whole body is sweaty and your jacket is soaking wet. If you squeeze it, it could flow like a waterfall.

"Huh, I'm tired. Huh!

I also want you to forgive me for making such a pitiful voice. I also have a blade spill with a short knife in my hand, and I praised myself for how much I've endured so often.

And when he was resting in the shadow of the great tree, the stirrups swayed in front of him.

It was Mariabelle, not the white raspberry that showed up...... He rushes around, vigilant as he is.

And when he came right next door, he said, "Are you okay?" I've tilted my little neck to worry.

"It was. Thank you for bringing Mr. Sharsha. Thanks to you."

At times like this, I still want to learn Elf. They just look strange, even if they want to convey their gratitude.

At times like this, you should show off your freshly remembered elf language. Don't be shy, of course.

"Trig (you did it)! Mariabelle."

The elf language you just taught me, and with your thumbs up, you're sure to understand. There are things that don't suit the appearance of a girl named Dusty, but I think she's a lot older than me.

And again, I find that you have an attractive smile that looks just like her mother.

Zung, Zung!

He just shot the big guy, too. The sound of a collapse hits this far, and we gently explore from the shade.

The fallen demon finally abandons the vengeful instinct and returns to the dust.

Mr. Sharsha poses gutsy with his teeth zeroed white, giving him a nice, sweaty smile.

"Trig! Kazhiho!

Even if they don't look alike, they're still parents and kids. Yes, I thought, I was hugged very naturally by her running over, and she stroked my head around like a dog when I did well.

From this day on, I became Sharsha's favorite, and she was delighted to have Mariabelle trust me again.

I can't wait to be me. Because now they can finally teach me the Elf language in full.

The sky cleared at some point and a bright laugh echoed in the woods that I didn't think had just knocked down a large monster.

There were people treading on the soil of the hill. I've had a wand for a long time, and he's got a relief look somewhere.

There is an elf man with bows and arrows beside him, who slowly loosens the strings together when they release the tension. He took off his hat, which he wore deep in his eyes, and then pointed his grumpy face at him.

"... it's a doctrine that won't let you get in the way of the hunt."

"It certainly deserves rudeness to get in the way of the hunter. But we didn't have to be on that stage, so we had no choice."

"I don't understand what it's like to be a parent, but it's sad that even applause is forbidden."

Must be, the sheikh with bright white hair nodded and looked just a little lonely.

As Long Ear indicates, he is an elf tribe and is in the highest position. But the expression was somewhere human.

"Oh, I wanted to show Sharsha the good"

"Is that the real deal...... no I think it was splendid to watch, too. Hey, the battlefield isn't the only place to show a man. When the broken altar is repaired, I'll serve my secret liquor."

That being said, being a root warrior, she doesn't fall in love where she fixed the altar. You're doing something unusual, enough to be seen with strange eyes.

Oh, and exhale deeply, and then he looks down under his eyes again.

There's a loved one there, holding up Mariabelle and the boy. Much closer than ever.

I say it rains and solidifies the ground, but this is a complicated thought for my father, but he secretly thought.