Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

The second tier of the day was sometime lacking signs of organisms.

Not only has the offensive team set off, but there are no demons to grow crops or manage roads. Many have moved into closed forests where the main body of the Magic Dragon is located, otherwise......

With a big book, Shirley walks away.

It is well worn and the skin is very good when touched. It seems to suck up to sweat, and I don't really have to worry about turning books and falling off.

The demon atlas are getting big enough to hold with both hands at some point and are becoming somewhat disproportionate to the little girlfriend.

"Hey, Mr. Shirley"

and then they call me by my first name and look back.

Bright honey-colored hair floated fluttering, and I saw a man standing across a squirrel eating dugout, around the dirt. His name was Toma, and in the morning he was present at the birth of a pony.

Just now, that toma looked like, "Um, how do you know her name," but when Shirley walks over, she smiles back, "I don't care".

There was another man, a man of perseverance, in his sukurus. With a mustache, I felt a little scared, but that's because I couldn't even take the time to get familiar. His name has not yet been heard.

What's the matter and tilting their little necks, they looked like they were going to blink. Besides the fact that the blue sky eyes were beautiful, my thighs were really eyelids peeking through the shorter pieces again.

Not long ago, there was a boom in the mansion making costumes. That was because we got a good quality fabric and we also needed matching clothes as the Diamond Squad started working in the whole mansion again.

Where does that enthusiasm come from?

Shirley, who thought so, became a good model for them. Because she has quiet, bright white skin, and she has a good face, which shows clothes in addition to that.

Shirley played with them for a long time, for some reason, though it tickles around her waist when she gets shuddered.

Well, she didn't know at the time, but the theme of the outfit at this time was "pure eroticism" and not much praise. Their enthusiasm is the result of an outburst, so to speak, of evil nori.

"... well, I'm going to have lunch, but I was wondering if we could come together"

By the way, that's what Toma's been talking about.

He may look suspicious in behavior and be suspicious the other way around, but he would have praised if he were of the same sex for protecting his reason so much.

I can't forget the sight of the pony when it was born, and the two seem to be starting to use nature and reverence.

Well, Shirley's also intrigued by culture such as meals.

We have eaten a lot of delicious food so far, and vegetables, fruits, etc. are increasing in variety. I'm sad to be occupying the field now, but the seeds are well left, so I'm sure I'll enjoy the rustic sweetness again.

With a snort, the men brightened their faces.

With the appearance of her beard, she was happy to treat me very normally even though she couldn't help but say she was nasty.

The only reason I'm left behind, not in the offensive team, is because I was tasked with catching one horse, but you gave up early. I don't know why, but they decided to talk to Mr. Shirley first.

But her smile clouded early that I wanted to protect her like that.

Looking at the military portable food served, Shirley's shoulder falls off without a trace. Sitting in the shade of a tree, with the wrap open, the chickens and birds winged.

But Toma, unable to read the air, smiled and spoke to her like that.

"We're a regular army, so we get the best meals. There's a repertoire of flavors, and most importantly, it smells less... So, what's up?

Shirley, who stood up completely, was making her cheeks peel just a little and pointed her finger towards the trail, "This way," she said.

Toma looked at her friend and rushed up to chase her as she walked away.

Hey, isn't this a bad idea?

With that look, Toma and her friends stare. The guided destination is the mansion where they live, and it is forbidden to approach Prince Walth, who is serving.

"No, but this is a fine mansion. It's made from a pretty good tree, and I've never seen it before, but it tastes good."

"How did they build something like this? We started the offensive six months ago, and it wasn't that long before we broke through the second tier. It's also in the midst of war."

The more I think about it, the less understanding this second tier is. The same is true of the horses that were supposed to be retained on the ground, who appeared here by surprise.

I can't help but wonder if maybe it's being turned into something.

But as Shirley, dressed in bright colors, walked right across the door, they looked at each other and then followed her like they had no choice.

Well, Shirley's a kid who looks like this and works a lot at the mansion.

It belongs to your hand to dry the futon, and now you can carry about five pieces on top of each other. Although it can be slightly oblique, it is good enough to do all the chores, cleaning and laundry.

That's why I stared at the paper of the recipe on the wall with my teasing blue sky eyes before I started making meals.

Fish caught in the lake is a specialty because of its low odor. It is dried. While searing it, the miso soup that can be made immediately, and then the remaining pickles and white rice are cooked separately.

The two of them, sitting on the counter, looked around restlessly, but were distracted by the scent of the scent.

In fact, the aroma of dried foods that condense the flavour seems delicious enough to make your throat squeak. She doesn't even smell bad because of the algae-eating fish, and even if she doesn't, her appearance in aprons is attractive enough to focus on each other "Hey, don't get weird".

When she sat down in the next seat, having been served a meal, a one-of-a-kind meal began.

With one eye, they look strange at each other.

The flavor I didn't imagine came into my mouth and I didn't understand it as well as this second tier.

With the puffy eyes, the good oil of the fish pushes into the mouth.

With Mikuchi eyes, I finally realized the deep taste of miso soup, and I eat white rice without being able to reveal it.

A little surprised. The grain just cooked is elastic, puffy, and sweet again. It increases sweetness enough to chew, and I want another fragrant fish.

Yes, I felt like I wanted it. I want more, and I can't stop forking. I just want to keep eating silently, even though it's never a flashy taste.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Oh, my God. This makes my body warm"

Though praised, Toma was a blushing thought.

This is not comparable to the military portable food I recommended earlier, and I was hilarious like that. I thought that would be something to eat on the battlefield.

What do you say, I look at the girl peeking in, and somehow we both get our thumbs up and back in an aligned motion.

From her eyes there was a man with a bearded face but a full smile, and she grinned and laughed. That made the men feel better again, and the dining table had an atmosphere that they didn't even know what to expect.

If they noticed, the three of them sat down on the edge, and Po was finally looking at the sky.

Since then, I shaved my beard in the bathroom and removed the dirt on it with refreshment and desert. My body probably got lighter because I dropped a lot of dirt. And the in-house clothing is made of superior fabrics, much lighter than what you usually wear.

"Well, then the horse won't want to go home either."

"Ah, right. But that stubborn prince will forgive me."

The two people who slept with the broom look much younger than they did earlier. It turns into the impression of a good young man thinking of removing his beard and dirt, and if anyone knew, he might have said, "Who are you guys?"

But they were finally convinced.

Prince Walth, whom I called solid earlier, and those who continue to attack here while nourishing their English. Maybe they're both right, and you can't tell which is right unless you look at the results.

If you don't win, if you don't survive, you can't be a winner. And this second tier made me feel spared to be trampled upon by them.

"Thank you, Mr. Shirley. Lead me here."

"Let me thank you too. I know exactly where it is and what Mr. Shirley wants to do."

With such enthusiastic eyes, as a Shirley, it was a thoughtful inclination of his little neck.

You just wanted a delicious lunch, and the two of you are showing enthusiasm for "Let's do what we can first" and "Right, let's do our best," and the sweat flies out of Shirley all the time.

As he approximated to say if there was any misunderstanding. Staring, the men showed their white teeth and laughed.

"Don't worry, it looks like we're in trouble."

"First of all, we have to solve everyone's misunderstanding that it's not a suspicious place. Toma, we're gonna be busy."

Yeah, uh, I looked like I was screaming, but the two of you with the fever don't even look at this one.

Damn, I don't want anything like that. Like I said, the sun slowly sets as she wraps her hands together.

At the same time, there was a radio (line) running all the time.

It is only handed out to a few, and it also makes the eyes shine with a guinea pig whether each is in the midst of a life-threatening battle in the fourth tier.

"I've discovered two prospective people. Hallelujah."

"... well, let's start planning. Plan to expand our SS. Hallelujah."

The ancient second tier is inhabited by many.

There won't be much else to see where people, animals, and demons come together.

That is also why there is a wide variety of cultures and thoughts that are created.

And they kept fighting day and night, and they were creating a relatively, really nagging culture.