Half-elves Fall in Love

Recent march training for the Crossbow squad has also been accompanied by weed hunting.

Selene's medical optometry that can cure a few injuries, but without a herbal salad, Selene's drain is intense and she runs out of material quickly.

That herbal search is replacing a little self-training.

Originally, the Crossbow squad is free, so there's plenty of room for that.

"Hey, Selene."

"Yes."

"Is this okay? Is this it?

"Eh...... this one is just sinister and nutrition is not good. Avoid the similarities but the stems are red. Oh, this mushroom looks delicious"

"I've found a lot of ora, too."

"Oh, wow, that's right. The Dwarves are really resistant to mushrooms."

"Hehe, not so much."

Everyone in the squad comes back to the battalion one after the other and leaves the loot at Selene's.

It's really supposed to be an addition to medical photography, but no one is going to ask for treatment. Soon it's like a "publicly givable contribution".

Well, given Selene's beauty and the beauty of the person, it's not inevitable that she'll be the squad's idol, but it's probably too narrow for me to moa a little bit.

"... uhh"

Such evil drives me crazy at hand, burns my fingertips with baked goth.

"Chi... how long have you been making such a mistake?"

I get a little depressed by my vain.

"What's wrong, Smythson... is that a burn?"

"Hundred."

"What, lend it to me?"

My slightly reddened fingertips, Deane, my hundred long lips hits me with a lot of hesitation.

"Wow... it's dirty"

"Whatever your body is dirty, I'll lick it off."

"... ooh"

"... Damn, you thriving bastard"

Mr. Deane is laughing at my evil thoughts.

I whispered that I should go somewhere uninspiring, and Selene ran over.

"Ah, Mr. Andy, you're telling me to tell you if you get hurt!

"Hmm. That was a shame. I already licked it and cured it."

"Hey, it's not healing. Yo! It's still red."

"It will get better soon. My men love me, but it's working."

"Ugh..."

Where Mr. Deane licked me when he told me, at least the tingling is about to subside.

"Can you use medical optics for a hundred people?

"No, mine is a more primitive guy. Makes natural recovery a little quicker"

"... is there such a thing?"

"Well, it's an extension of the natural recovery, so I can't erase the wound a little bit or something. That's the only lineage that was passed down in our colony."

"You have all sorts of magic too..."

"It's fun to research, isn't it? How about I tell you something personally next time?"

Mr. Deane looks at me in a good way and turns me into a whisper in a whisper with a boss.

"Actually, there's magic in our clan's secrets that we use during sex. I can ejaculate about a jock at a time. If you're gonna use it, I'll be happy to deal with it."

"... I'm human."

"What, even the human race has about one in fifty people who can use it like an elf. Maybe you'll bud, too."

"Magic training to serve a jock full of zamen..."

Pretty shabby.

... but I might want to ejaculate like that once or so.

"Mmm.... Ah, Mr. Andy, I would take two or three, so hey!

"No, that's the problem..."

Angelos approached us crouching with a bitter face as we thrived on such a weird topic.

"At least refrain from the lower stuff during the day, Selene. And Smythson."

"It's wet! It's a hundred men you've been shaking."

"... a hundred men long, you can't believe you're on Smythson..."

"Mm-hmm. I'm going to make you fully understand my charm. Thanks for the encouragement."

Angelos opened his eyes in amazement.

... Speaking of which, doesn't Angelos know my relationship with Mr. Deane? I've been making progress in the bath.

"Smythson. I think you're just a little more serious..."

"I'm always serious. It's just a little sketchy."

"I thought you were an ethically serious guy!

Shout out some teary-eyed Angelos or something - and breathe.

"... I didn't, I'm not here to tell you this"

Then, as I recall, I corrected my posture and turned to Mr. Deane for a salute with fists on his chest.

"Deane Hundred. It's a Feilong flight."

"Hmm?"

Mr. Deane looks surprised.

He then looked at the calendar table of wood panels on the wall, put his hand slightly on his mouth and thought, punching his hand.

"... that's the season"

"That's the season."

"... man, okay. Since this year, I've decided to reply."

Mr. Deane gets up looking troublesome.

He left a kiss on my cheek before he walked away, stretching his spine out of his heart.

"... Smythson. I'll tell you what, don't think it's a" half-and-dark elf chocolate "or something because of how many hundred chiefs and selenium were obsessed with you. Sure, there are times like that."

"Yes, yes. Mr. Angelos is irrelevant, isn't he? I know, I'll let you live without drying Andy's penis."

"Oops...... is a disgrace!

Angelos turned bright red and left to flee.

"Hey, Selene."

"Yes?"

"I thought I'd give you a present, but I decided I had to give you my word"

"Don't use much of the lower stuff in the daytime. A little awkward."

I mean, brother, I think girls should be a little more cautious.

"Huh."

"... All right, then this"

I'll put what I've been making on selenium.

"... wow"

It's just for you.

"Ugh, glad to say......!!

Brand new collar. I used to have some desert lizard leather I ordered for headgear so I made a new one.

This luxurious leather combines touch and ruggedness, making it more comfortable and long-lasting than the collar I made as a child.

I got my collar back for Apple, so I'll put it on you again sooner or later when Apple wakes up.

... I wonder if this is a top-notch expression of affection.

Walking down the hallway of the battalion, there was a little crowd in front of the reception room.

You're the hundred long customers I was telling you about.

"Oh."

Angelos is standing in front of the door and replacing the guards.

"... he said that kind of season, did something happen this season?

I think what Angelos and Mr. Deane were going through with that would be a year-round event. I think I know because I've been in this unit for about seven years at a time.

"Smythson can't help but know. I just happen to have done it a couple of times."

"... it's a promotion story for a hundred men."

"Promote... Promote?

When I asked back, the door opened properly and Mr. Deane's face appeared.

"I won't. I'm a hundred men long enough."

The voice of a middle-aged man who panicked from inside the room.

"That's trouble!

As Mr. Deane pulled his face through the gap in the door, he began to speak with a firm voice to the person in the room.

"I must have said it many times, my lord. I am confident in the existential and battlefield value of this squad. It is my dream to further improve the skill of this squad, to make the Sword Sage Brigade the flag of the battlefield, and to say that there is our Crossbow Squad on the Northwest Plains, ashamed of the approaching fool."

"That could be another hundred heads. The fact that you are spoiled for the position of a hundred men is in itself a loss to our army. Could you at least accept the position of overnight?"

"Let the lords of Master Knight speak differently. This is not even Ace Knight."

"So I'm going to have a nightclass now... well, why don't you listen to me? Bye, Deane!

Suddenly the tone of the great man was shattered and scattered.

"You've been saying for a long time that you don't want to be anything great or famous, Father!!

Mr. Deane's tone was also smashed and scattered.

"... naniare"

"Maybe, as you heard, it's a parent-child fight."

Two dark elves started brawling in the room. Angelos shakes his head in depression.

"I mean, when you get promoted, you don't want to make as many acquaintances as you did before."

"Precisely, I'm not even willing to make out anymore. I'm not even willing to stand out. I've got a man I've decided to heart."

"Well... say it again."

"I already said I have a man I intend to accompany for the rest of my life"

"Where's Bonkla? I'll kill him!

"If you do that, I'm going to put your father on death row."

"... sorry dad was bad"

One who constitutes the Cabinet under Celesta's current Merchant King, Minister Ashton VI.

Politicians elected from dark elf colonies in the Southern Oasis Zone. Person primarily in charge of military strategy.

And Mr. Deane's real father, apparently.

"Angelos was followed by a hundred daughters."

"I think it's up to people to call one of the 92 brothers a lady."

"Say what, Deane! My dad loves you the most!

"Then I want to test that love. Just don't come any more."

"No!"

I'm a bad dad.

Mr. Deane sighs at his father for not being worthy of that age (he looks about forty years old in a human way).

Squeeze your face tight.

"Tell me the truth, Father. It's not just about the pageant, it's about telling me to be a general or overnight. I guess I needed a dark elf 'face'?

"... um"

"You can say that from the beginning"

I can no longer read the flow of the story, so I turn my gaze to Mr. Deane.

"This means that we have a stream within the military where we have to let Dark Elves know that we have a capable man with arms. If you're a general, a master night, or an overnight, you'll be able to attend a military conference like an executive."

"Yes.... you know a few ace nights came out of southeastern forest elf territory after the trot war ahead"

"Oh, you've just been refusing to trade for a long time. I know."

"Ace Knight there recently became Master Knight, but you can do whatever you want. Take half of the Southern Legion with the support of the local chamber of commerce and keep it public safety, as if it were a regiment of fools. To complain, Master Knight has general authority, so we can handle up to a thousand volunteers, and now the southeastern forest territory is a semi-independence country."

"I think other regions tend to be like that if it's a little something. Celesta would be like that."

"From our oasis colony to dark elves and augs, a total of forty people are gone. They're all daughters. … Rumor has it that he was thrown into the personal backyard of the Master Knight and his father, the Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce"

Mr. Deane's eyebrows moved tingly.

"Don't let them tease you. The Dark Elf Colony doesn't have a Loc, and I don't think I'm very strong enough to get my hands on it or get angry. In fact, if one of the crocodiles gets mad, and the rest of the region sees how things are going, and the Master Knight scratches the crocodiles and kills them, I think we're done talking about it."

Sigh.

"Actually, you are. Everyone who served in the Trot War is afraid of you... please, Deane, tell them you exist. If you really turn them against the enemy, tell them you're inferior to Master Knight and dogs."

"Say no."

Mr Diane said clearly.

"Why?!

"Because then I can see the soul and the guts to attract them to me and make them match each other."

"Ugh."

… Minister. You should play more poker face.

"But"

Mr. Deane stood.

Not the sweet sister faces I've seen a lot lately, but the face of a war hero for a long time.

"I have to tell them. … how sinful it is to shoot an ally in the back."

"Deane!"

"Father, keep the Crossbow squad off the battle list. I'll personally go set up my moxibustion."

"Deane, you can count on me! Love it!!

"Don't jump. It's depressing! In front of my lover!

"... lover?

The minister turned his neck around the guru.

Wild horses are two dwarf soldiers, one orga soldier, and one human me. And Selene and Angelos.

"It's you!!!

The minister pulled out his sword and suddenly struck Angelos.

"No, Minister!!

"Stop it, Father!!

(cont 'd)