Can you imagine a three-hundred-year-old elf on the streets of an earthly metropolis? Difficult, right? But I have nothing to do, since I got here, I will have to survive. Fortunately, she brought a local little man into the body, with her housing and... beloved, that's the trouble. He loves her so much, but I have never been a hypocrite, so I could not play a reciprocal feeling... And now what to do, all alone in someone else's unfamiliar world? And what I have always done. I will sew clothes for dolls and soft toys, enchant them and sell them. By the way, it turned out that many magical creatures roam around. I recruited a whole staff of them! Including the dragon libertine... And small menagerie. Led by an unbearable, starry imperial cat. Oh, sorry, your Meow, cat-Emperor. That's it, the march to work, the lazy flea!