Fairy Tale Chronicles

"Ortem!"

"We are!"

"I'm home ~!!"

The day after I had a liquor platter with Alanwen. One line was finally able to return to the village of Ortem, where he had been absent for two days. On the road, as we mowed the weeds blocking the road to make it a little easier to get to and from in the future, cutting down the trees and working to establish them somewhat as roads, it was already past noon when we arrived in the village and the sun was leaning to a great extent.

"Alchem, you're safe!?

"I was worried!

The elves go through the Oktogals screaming at the same time as they enter the village and check with us on Alchem. On their faces, there was a uniform expression of relief.

"I'm sorry I'm late. There were dungeons, temple repairs, things like that, and I couldn't get home right away."

"Are you kidding? If you came back safely, would that be all?"

An elderly elf woman says, embracing Alchem in tears. He's one of Teng himself who conspired with the old men to distort Alchem's sex education in a variety of ways, but he still has twice as much affection for people. It would be natural to say that Alchem had a strange sex education because it was also like some kind of expression of affection. If you are the owner of strong values in the field, you will want to ask how to express them for an hour or so.

"Hey guys, Chem..."

"Yes?"

"It's only been two days, and it's changed a lot."

"Hmm."

Having made sure Alchem was safe and happy to return, Govejon said such a thing after observing her. They felt the same way about Foredans and other humans.

"Have you changed that much?

"Oh, my God, you look so beautiful."

"Huh. Besides, something like style is seeping out."

"You've done well."

"My chest was splendid."

Villagers spouting about the change in Alchem that way. Still young elves and others, about two to three hundred years old, were spotted for a moment by Alchem, who curiously strayed his neck, and many shyly missed their gaze when they had eyes.

"Well, I know all about style."

"Chem, wake up."

"Witch, witch."

"Na ~ s?

"I don't care what you say..."

Mio puts the air all the way into Octogall, which pinches subtly dangerous stories. I'm subtly uncomfortable because I somehow know the story.

"Are you awake?

"My God, you have acquired an important ability as Alanwen's witch. I said things like that, but in terms of saying that, let's do it all the time."

"I see."

The change in Alchem, on the other hand, is generally understood in Higashi's explanation. But that's not the only explanation for another beautiful one. The most experienced elves in the boulder, albeit in a relatively narrow community. The elderly, in particular, somehow enlighten themselves with the attitude of Alchem, who saw the face of the macro he explains.

"Alchemy has become a woman."

"Congratulations again."

"What? Huh?

"Kid, when are you gonna be here?

"What? Um?

Some of the people who made it a little faster said that they had gone ahead. Take that word for a ride, and the Octogals make a scene.

"Chem-chan hangs out ~"

"There are many competitors ~"

"Muddy Multilateral Relations ~"

"Body abandonment ~"

"So don't say anything noisy..."

Tatsuya puts a penetration like tired into Octogall trying to abandon the body if there is a gap. In this case, I'm afraid it's not subtly sprinkled.

"Ho?

"Hiroshi, can you do that?

"My stomach is so scary."

"Damn, you're still a maiden."

The elves draw conclusions that way from the Octogals' words and the attitude of Spring Vegetables and Mio, which showed subtle changes around what I hope is a child. Nothing is only a woman who likes other people's sexuality.

"I was just wondering, okay?

"What be?

"Assuming Alchem and Hiroshi made a child, that child is a half-elf, right?

"I think it's suddenly very noisy..."

Alchem, who had been teased and shy until now, gives a subtle glimmer of a look at the question Zhenqin shook at the elves, his macroscopic comments on it. Do you want to make a child of Hiroshi? If you ask, it's unlikely whoever they are, so I'm not dissatisfied with Alchem.

"It's definitely a half elf, but what's wrong with that?

"How about an elf because you don't seem to like saying so?

"Kids are kids. It doesn't matter if it's half blood or pure blood."

"Hmm. Parents are asked how prepared they are for the difference in life expectancy, but it doesn't matter if they're kids."

"Kids, yeah, even the world is adorable, praised, scolded and raised. Just because you're half-assed doesn't mean you're an adult."

Apparently, the elves have nothing to do with the half or anything in particular. It is a common image to create and people who are off the hook.

"Well, if that's all right with a half, I hope it's our problem later."

"Huh. Well, see, there are other villages out there that have a code, but we don't say such a small thing."

Is it true that only the largest village of elves in the southern Great Forest Zone is on boulders? This village seems quite nostalgic in terms of race.

"Guys, that's pretty tricky."

"That man, when he was pushed down by Alchemy in an accident before, he still looked like he was gonna punch me in the stomach."

"Female phobia ~"

"Around and fuck the dump man ~"

"So don't say things that aren't Roku..."

The elves know the conversation on their faces, put them into Octogall and say that they don't want to stay on that ass horse, and sigh as they do, Tatsuya. Honestly, if I had the guts to just go around and fuck and throw it away, I wouldn't have to wonder if it was a little more in many ways. But if it does, it's going to be a hassle because there are other things to worry about.

"Nevertheless, I haven't seen you for a long time, but where have you been walking?

"Dungeons ~"

"Heterogeneity Occurs ~"

"Involved ~"

"Unable to escape."

"Oh, my God, that was tough."

Octogals end the description with fragmentary words, repeating the merger separation. That alone sees the general circumstance, and the elves say a word of ambition to both the octogals who were caught up in the dungeon life and the hounds who would have rescued it.

"Whatever happens, I'm sorry, but it's a banquet!

"Hmm!

The oldest elves in this speak up, and the people around them speak up in unison in agreement. On this day, the village elves finished the rest of their work at the fastest pace in history, running at all costs for the great banquet since the beginning of the village's history.

"Margherita, the first batch burned."

"Fry Various, Done"

Spring vegetables and Mio that I buy help with because it's a corner and prepare some classic banquet dishes. The pizza is deliberately cooked at once by letting Hiroshi make an impromptu stone kiln, and even if it is fried, the equipment used in the stall is prepared and fried more and more at flow work. Hiroshi, who was helping earlier, is taking his seat off for another task.

It was the spring vegetables that were somewhere suspicious to behave at the beginning when Hiroshi took his seat off, but he quickly returned to normal driving due to too much businessmanship and has now completely switched to the culinary brain.

"Stewed pork horns, it feels good about now"

"Sister Chun, can I have this fried tofu dashi?

"Hmm, is this what it is? Oh, Mr. Alchem, get the steamed birds and stuff properly handed out."

Copy that, sir.

He completes the dishes one after the other with horrible handiwork and sprinkles among the elves who are surrounding the fire with people. but the number of people on the boulder is. The villagers also cook and serve elf dishes (though not as large as they say), but the number of mouths eaten and the size of the stomach are different digits, making it hard to keep up. I have given up on letting everyone cook all the food from the start, but I still have a lot of ideas besides increasing the quantity so that they can eat as much as possible.

It is difficult to manage the boiling condition so that it does not collapse. Regardless of the amount of fried tofu and fried tofu, the elves have learned how to make other fries, steams, pizza, etc., and they are making more and more of them on their own. Especially since the pizza is baking something quite large, even sixteen equal portions make one head quite large. There are plenty of ingredients to cook more than ten at a time, so the pizza could go to everyone if done well.

"You guys, it's time to go."

"Are you sure?

"I think I still have to make a bunch of them."

"Your cuisine also goes round and round to almost everyone. Besides, there's no way I'm going to let you work forever."

Spring vegetables and Mio, told by the elderly elves and nodded by the other elves, are to join Tatsuya and the others in accepting the offer to meet them around the boulder.

"With that said, where is Mr. Hiroshi?

"If you're a master, you'll be baking in front of the biggest fire."

"Is it time to start?

"Takoyaki, is it?

Alchem necks the unidentified word Mio has spoken. The two of us decided to take him to the Macro by noticing it and saying it was quicker to see the real thing.

Prior to the central fire, not only the crowd but also the octogal mass were made.

"Kansai's specialty Takoyaki stall, will open now. Because of limited quantities, you can win early."

Together with such a distracting mouthpiece, the octopus is planted with a streamlined hand that is as sophisticated and wasteful as the example by way of example. That brilliant handiwork brings up more voices and more people.

"Brother, what's in there?

"Tenkas, leeks, red shoga, and then the main octopus."

"Octopus, huh?

"Because of this kind of thing"

While I wait for the fire to pass, I'll just take out the guy before I process him out of the bag for explanations and show him. The elves who saw it, oh, look like they want to see it.

"It's like a rampus."

"Rampas?

"Is that the octopus in this forest? Just like that, climb a tree."

"There are a lot of different things about the shape of your feet, the shape of your head, but, well, it's close as a kind, isn't it?

They tend to say it's common, but octopus-based terrestrial organisms usually exist in this world. Finally, I eat normally as a valuable source of protein. So to that extent for the elves. but

"Yikes!"

"I can eat!"

For Octogal, who has almost the same foot shape and number of copies on the boulder, he said he wasn't sorry for the similarity. Blue and scattered, far-winded and gazing at the macro.

"No, no. I don't mind eating myself on boulders all the time."

Hiroshi is so embarrassed with a bitter smile as he flips handily around the octopus grill. In fact, no matter how much foot shape is the same, it looks too different in many ways between Octogal and Octopus. When it comes to octogal in the first place, the very image of being eaten does not spring up.

"Really?"

"Don't you want some? Want some?"

"Don't eat. Don't eat."

I behave for the first time baked to the scared octogals as I said that. The octogals, who remember the illusion that bonito noodles dancing all over in the hot air are inviting me to eat and carry the terrible Atsuatsu taco grill into their mouths.

"Mayu, mayu!"

"Uh-oh!"

"Three Star's, Tong ~!"

Apparently, it has nothing to do with cat tongue, and if it's normal, it quickly flattens the hot octopus so much that it's going to burn your tongue. A macro who smiles and watches how it goes, handing the elves one baked minute after another. Behave the faeries and forest giants that were mixed at some point, too, with the added or subtracted amount according to their physique.

"Well, the ingredients I planted are gone, and this time, it's over."

"That's not true!

"Ku! I should have given it to you sooner. I just!

"Can't you do anything about it?

"Can't we just have an octopus?

As declared to be the early winner, such booming flies from the crowd as they try to fold the store where the first octopus they plant runs out. Although I would like to respond to that voice, the octopus just now is something that has not been handled properly. It's not like I can eat right away. Besides, I forgot to refill the red shoga and used it up, and the liquid hastily planted it earlier, so I haven't stuck enough.

"The ingredients that are planted will soon run out, and even if it's octopus, I can't cut that as it is and translate it all the time. I can't shake a sleeve that's not in the boulder, so unfortunately, it's a mess here today."

Though they go to boulders, they cannot do what is impossible. To put it further, if you do the planting now, he won't have time to eat things this time.

"I want more ~"

"Eat!"

"No, no, no, no."

I give up badly and Octogal and the others claim themselves, and get a little split from the spring vegetables who were making sure they had their share. At that time, look at my own leg with a twist after eating.

"... jiuru"

and so on, or after a strange way of moving, an individual who feels subtly squishy takes the slab out of nowhere.

"Body abandonment ~"

She insisted on cooking herself by saying things like that, but after tomorrow, when I finished all my errands, I would go around each district of the village and make them, and when I convinced them, they all grew up, including the elves.

"That was a big one."

"Yes, but when Ursus returns, I need to buy an octopus."

"It seems like permission to install a light transfer team is going to go down."

"Let it go. I don't care what you do.

While discussing what needs to be done after tomorrow, stick the bear meat on a large skewer like a kebab and broil, scrub it off and mouth the dish to eat. When we look at it, we make sure we get our share of the braised corners, the pizza, etc.

"How long does it take to install a transfer team?

"Well, maybe two hours."

"Can you do that?"

"Instead, I eat unscrupulous magic for installation."

Respond lightly to Alchem's inquiry and grab an extra kebab. This dish is what the elves eat when they celebrate, this time with Alchem's awakening as a witch and the renovation of the Temple of Alanwen as a pretext for celebration. I haven't had one complex flavoring, but the sauce is quite delicious with mushroom dashi to taste based on the fruit and nuts, and the food keeps going.

"Um, I'll follow you guys, too, okay?

"I don't care what they say all of a sudden..."

Honda sees each other's faces with a slightly troubled look in the words of Alchem all of a sudden. There is no particular problem with Higashi when it comes to the point of taking him. Suppose there's a problem.

"I'm a little anxious to take you"

"As things stand, we don't really have more women traveling together."

The comment would be everything.

"After all, can't you..."

"Absolutely not, but it's not easy to snort."

"I mean, Alchem. You're a witch, aren't you? Whee, can I walk?

Is there something wrong with the question of the true harp when the witch walks away? Alchem with the look on his face. Few Sherman people originally held the position of guardian of the Divine Domain or head of the sacrifice. On top of that, the part where Alanwen says so is a big outrage, and even a polar offering doesn't have to be like a sacrifice to get out of guardianship. Not just him, but a being in the name of God here is mostly like that.

Therefore, when it comes to witches, it is more likely that the gods are simply close and watchful, meaning nothing more, and Alchem and others are typical of it. Instead, Aeris, who performs many rituals as head of the sacrifice, would be a minority as a witch in this world. Most importantly, it cannot be said that the Alfemina witch is generally special because there are aspects of her case that require such a sacrifice to strengthen the authority of what she calls a royal or princess witch.

"... I see. Is it not directly related to witches and sacrifices and the protection of the Divine Realm?"

"I mean, I've never done it because I don't need it because you have trouble with Alanwen's festival."

"Wow..."

Spring vegetables that leak a mixed groan of convincing and frightening into Alchem's answer. It is true that he seems to continue his protection without complaining in particular if he keeps his booze and knobs up, to observe from the appearance and character of the person he met yesterday, but I have to be confused by a story that has no majesty or flair, if I may say more.

"In the meantime, I wonder if it's okay to say no to wanting to follow me"

"Mio, what's the real deal?

"If you get used to Alchem's porn problems, does a little feminism get better, too?

"Spartan again..."

Mio puts a whisper of breast on the words of a true harp that sounds like a shudder, and then goes on to eat cancer mainly with dairy products and small fish. Cheesy gratin sounds good.

"Suddenly taking them is risky in many ways. Terez and Nora will also be used to traveling, and farming instruction will be followed by training at the workshop for about a month to say that, and we'll rendezvous after permission is given to the people who are used to traveling, okay?

"Let it go. Let's start with getting used to the city in Ursus."

There is no way that an elf who has lived in this physically closed village can suddenly jump into a society dominated by the monetary economy outside. You should get used to Human's monetary economy in the world's largest big city, say Urs, while following up on what you found out first. Honda isn't used to traveling either, so it's quite subtle, to be honest, to be able to follow that part of Alchem.

It's not that Higashi doesn't like Alchem either. Rather, you would be quite fond of it as an individual. Not in terms of combat or anything else, but especially not so poorly equipped as to say foot clumping. However, in addition to the pornographic trouble-generating physique, the fact that purely cultured countrymen do not know too much about the outside world is just a necklace, and if there is no need to follow up on either one, there is to some extent a goal to be given.

Most importantly, the biggest reason is because I was so grumpy that I felt like a felony to say no.

"What do you mean?

"I'll hire you in the workshop, so I'll set up a journey schedule with the salary you worked there."

"Yes!"

Alchem shines his face at the conclusions reached by Hongda and nods without getting lost. In the meantime, I can put on a minimum fold, and I'm somewhat relieved together. In the end, the rendezvous with Alchem is no longer in the way we think it is, but naturally there is no reason for Higashi to know that at this time.

"We're done talking, huh?

Out of general conclusion, an elf about plugged into a middle-aged man who sees his face relatively often has broken in with a face that feels like alcohol is spinning.

"I've come to a general conclusion, but I don't?

"No, your sister, I heard you were a great singer."

"Oh, shall we sing something?

"Can I ask you something?

"Pleasure."

Respond to Elf's request and stand in front of the biggest fire that is replacing the stage of the offering that said so. Spring vegetables that are originally obnoxious and present and attract attention simply gather the gaze of the entire venue.

"I had a request, so I'll sing some songs from my hometown"

Yes, I preface, and start singing two songs in a row that are snug, but not dark. Start with a song by lyrics about crying and laughing and blooming someday, singing on a scaled melody that gives the impression of Okinawan-like, and continue with a song that makes you feel the beauty of Japanese, with the phrase it's a distant spring.

Spring vegetables succeed in grasping the hearts of the audience as disappointed as to whether this is still the case with those two songs sung in the cappella. Perhaps it's time to give her the title of a genuine shame beauty around a third song that suddenly goes out of direction if she keeps going on the same route.

"Sis! O compose a song!

"Ha ha!

I go out of my way to listen to requests and start singing woody songs during the pandemic among the Forest Giants as the third song. Not only the Forest Giant, but the elves, fairies, and goblins were unexpectedly good eaters, so I enter the opera feature with some lyrics changed.

I don't like the countryside, so I go out to Tokyo and keep a cow. Continue to the song of an apple farmer man who calls for TV and cars to be appropriate, replacing Tokyo with a urus and singing it up nicely, and returning to his lover who has left Tokyo as it is. Continue singing other songs that have sung up my grandson's cuteness and songs that have crossed the lady's affectionate difficulties.

"I can't beat Wath and the rest of Fairy singing, but human songs aren't so bad either."

"No, I don't care if they think it's just that kind of song..."

"Don't get me wrong. Hey. Because it's only a fairy song. I didn't admit you."

"I have trouble getting tundeled in these genres..."

Makoto gets an indescribable look on Fairy's typical tundelle message in a tight tone of tone playing tundelle throughout the race. At about sixty centimeters tall, the shape balance is that of an adult. They mumble de opera as they move and fly around unexpected wings other than the expression fairy wings, and when they are seen, their faces turn bright red with a tight tone of twendering illumination. Honestly, it's a difficult sight to react to even knowing it's a race to say so.

Needless to say, the most difficult thing to react to is the fact that Spring Vegetables, a beauty of European and American descent, which is also awesome, sings a good de opera.

"Oh, the route has changed"

"But it's not a substitute for being allergic just because it's no longer an opera..."

Tatsuya and Makoto deeply recognise whether the bokeh is still bokeh, even though he occasionally looks like he's turning around to penetrate Spring Vegetables, which started singing a typical song from a funny show that defeated Doo-fu's live broadcast contest show, which he says is fun by pulling the Ami Lottery. That's how the banquet continued to thrive.

"Really, okay?

"For the Lord has taken care of you. Besides, with all the security we've got, it's not going to be that crazy."

The next day, Hiroshi, who had received permission from a long time, began by renovating the lofty cabin to set up a transfer formation, so that he could not enter or leave on his own. Then and as the chief and Alchem, who saw strict security, round their eyes, just burned a transfer formation to the ground, and through magic, a horse on standby, returns to Urs' workshop one foot away.

"Testes, Mike. Tess. Can you hear me? '

"Testes, can you hear me? This one's sensitive. '

After an hour or so, communications enter from the hong back to the workshop. It's not a game, and the guild card on the boulder doesn't have enough communication distance between Urs and the Elf village near the border, so I'm deliberately making a dedicated communication item for it. For this reason, it is mostly spring vegetables that keep these items. Dada doesn't have the longest relationship with Hiroshi.

"This one's sensitive, too. We're ready to connect, but can we do it?

Wait a minute, I'll get confirmation now.

I will be contacted by the Macro and will go into final confirmation.

"He said he was ready over there. I'm telling you I'll just connect after, but are you okay with connecting?

"Wait a minute. Check it just in case."

Mio receives a message from Spring Vegetables and checks again for deficiencies. There's no such thing as a big bang because of deficiencies, but it's a pain in the ass in many ways to come and go with Urs and Ortem over and over again with a transfer stone. If you want to do it, you want to end it in one shot.

"Mm-hmm. No deficiencies in the formation. Good Magic Condition"

"I'll check again, can I connect you?

"Hmm. No problem."

Even though it is supported by Alchem, the long who seems to daunt himself to be standing still maintains a serious look and nods one. Just got a long GO sign, I'll get back to the Macro.

"You can connect."

"Copy that. I'll connect now, just stay away for a minute"

"Ha ~ i"

Communicate the instructions of the macro to everyone, take enough distance from the transfer formation before communicating it and watching the formation change.

Just about fifteen seconds after contacting you, the formation begins to glow, and in about thirty seconds, magic is released from the six magic crystals installed as auxiliary systems. The circle of light widens as if to finalize the transfer range, and now stretches to the ceiling where it has become somewhat wider. At the end of those series of actions over a minute or so, some sort of letter-like pattern emerges in the air.

"Connected."

"I thought it might take longer."

Spring vegetables speak for the same mood. It would also be natural that there are things in the boulder that can be done in such a short time that an important system called the transfer formation can be done.

"What you can do because of your master's magic power."

"Really?

"Normally it takes more than a full day ritual for about three people, just to prepare for installation"

"I see..."

I'm basically a man who doesn't use magic other than manufacturing, so it's hard to come by pins, but the magic of a macro is more than Baldo, who can destroy a urus if that's what you want. Since the ability of intelligence is not as high as the spirit, the magic attack power is only to the upper and lower degree, but considering that only production and life related magic can be used, it can be said that it is rather high in vain.

It should be noted that intelligence during the game was a number with very similar properties to the senses. Rather than being smart or unable to study, it is an intuitively understandable or impossible number of people who are not aware or aware of it. Apart from increasing magic attack power when this number is high, this tip becomes available in many situations as well as in the senses. The difference from the senses would be easy to understand if you put it in terms of reason or instinct.

"So, you can use it now, right?

"Available"

"Oh, but wait a minute. Hong-kun is coming back here with a test."

The transferring formation glows at a time when the words of the spring vegetables end or not, and the figure of the macro appears.

"The transfer test was a success."

"Send me something first, without being tested in person."

"Trouble, nothing. Yeah, no."

A macro who lightly receives the attention of the true harp and whispers and whispers somewhat toward the communications machine. Shortly afterwards, the transferring formation shines again, this time Terez and Nola emerge.

"Wow, I'm really connected..."

"As far as the parent is concerned, it's even more so now, but it's still a lot of pull on the boulder..."

As soon as they came out, the two of them looked around, leaking all sorts of rude first voices. Chief and Alchem still unable to recover with their eyes rounded and utterly silent on the return of such an overly indescribable Therese. Where I had eyes with those two, Terez hiding his mouth with his hands, saying it was accidental. After a subtle silence, he coughs one up and deludes himself and greets the returning chief, who hasn't seen him face to face in about two years.

"We're out of time"

"Ugh, um. More than anything in a breathing disaster."

"Alchem, too, long time no see. Has Farlane improved?

"To the extent that it's not that hard to hear, I think we can talk normally..."

"No problem, I guess"

Therese later becomes the best pharmacist not only in the village of Ortem, but also in the entire Elf tribe. Her first return was indeed a subtle one with no tightness.

Note that, for the record,

"... I think Honey's back in Urs..."

Only here is the story of a former assassin in the midst of darling in a boarding carriage working something like a wild survey to leak such a comment.