Can you imagine a three-hundred-year-old elf on the streets of an earthly metropolis? It's difficult, right? But I have nothing to do, since I got here - I have to survive. Fortunately, he was carried into the body of a local little man, with his own home and... lover, that’s the trouble. He loves her so much, but I’ve never been a hypocrite, so I couldn’t play the reciprocal feeling... And what should I do now, all alone in a strange, unfamiliar world? And what she always did. I will sew clothes for dolls and soft toys, enchant them and sell them. By the way, it turns out there are a lot of magical creatures wandering around. I recruited a whole staff of them! Including a lecherous dragon... And a small menagerie. Led by the insufferable, star-studded imperial cat. Oh, sorry, your Meow, the Emperor cat. That's it, go to work, you flea-ridden lazy fellow!