Half-elves Fall in Love

Dragon Palace.

I wouldn't call it a dragon colony. Because the dragon's presence is too big militarily and politically to call it just a catchment site.

Though attacks from dragons are not the first unless they interfere directly, there are dozens or hundreds of disaster-class creatures that can ash small cities in half a day by themselves.

In most countries of the continent, a few kilometres around the Dragon Palace is considered an army-inviolable land, beginning and end of being used as a natural factor in military strategy as well. Nor will the general population come close unless they are so commanded.

It was Dragon Palace that only adventurers and mountain masters approached themselves.

"Ho, I mean, in the middle of a trip? Using the Russell Labyrinth to travel is rigid."

The beauty with long dark hair laughed by the way.

He was slightly adept at stories I told in a panic while opening my legs in shallow water about 50 cm. In the meantime, he didn't even try to hide his gorgeous nudity with one hand on his waist. I didn't have a penis. I'm scared.

"So, this is the Dragon Palace, is it true?"

"Whatever. Never heard of it, huh? Russell Desert Black Dragon Magpie."

"I wasn't born in Celesta."

"Oh, my God, I'm bored. Quite a romantic fairy tale..."

"Sister Lyla, get dressed faster than you can."

"... oh. Right."

Dwarf, my daughter told me. She just remembered about it. Dark hair.

"Hey boy. That's not what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna get you some clothes for the boy, so come on."

"Uh?

"Or do you want to talk to me naked by yourself?... sounds quite interesting, and I'm very welcome."

"Sister Lyla!!

"I'll take it. I'll take it. I'm kidding."

Dwarf girls are not afraid of beautiful women. Or would it be a dragon toddler just to look like a dwarf?

Cozy in a rock cave house near the water field.

I manage to get in shape wearing the piercing coat I was offered.

The brunette wore her clothes in front of me with no intention at all. They totally lack shame.

"Well. My name is Lyla. This is the last dragon in the Dragon Palace."

"Last......? That means"

"Let me hear your boy's name before you do."

"... I'm Andy Smythson. Celesta, the head of the Northern Corps Crossbow."

"Ho."

"Ten men long? Are you a ten-man?

Dwarf daughter got herself out ahead of Lyla.

"Uh, yeah... the store is a little short for the manager. Like a superintendent?"

"Oh, but that's pretty hard! Humans are so young!

Looks kind of happy.

"Since when do military men roll into Dragon Palace?

I shuddered as Lyla snorted.

Apparently there are quite a few examples where army officials inadvertently stepped into the Dragon Palace, calling it an investigation, angered the dragon and the nearby village was ashed...

I'm not sure until the reason because it's hearsay, but could it be a reason for me to be destroyed around the offi crade after being munched here too?

"Ho, nothing to be frightened of. I just thought the seeds of a good story had rolled in, and I couldn't help it."

"... ho"

Caress your chest down.

Just calm down and continue the conversation.

"What about that kid over there? Lyla... your daughter... you're not."

"Do I look like my midwife?"

"... excuse me, I've never seen a dragon before. Why a wackarie?"

"Not my daughter, who lives in a nearby Dwarf colony. A friend of mine."

"It's Jeanne Klux. Nice to meet you, Chief Ten."

He wanted to like that I was a halfway great soldier called the Ten Leaders, and his Dwarf daughter Jeanne has been getting her hands on well.

Grip.

Shaken.

"Whoa!?

It swung from body to body.

"... you're weak, ten men long"

"Oh, I'm a department that rarely slashes and beats!

"A man would gain more arm. I don't have a wife."

…………

There are about three of us at once, but I decide to keep quiet for now. It just makes it easier to talk.

Then I just got a little booze and swallowed it and it was in the morning in an instant.

"Ten. - Ten. - It's time to wake up."

"Hmm...?

I even remember putting my mouth on the cup, but when I realized it, the blue sky light was pouring out of the skylight at Dragon Palace.

"Ten men long, the liquor is weak,"

"I usually remember the taste of booze."

"No, you can't."

Jeanne laughs at Kerakera. I seem to have been recognized as a pathetic creature.

and.

"... ten men long, what the hell is that"

"Oh?"

My groin in big letters.

I just hooked a piece of piercing clothes naked, so my penis is exposed just because my foredrop is a little uneven.

And the little one stood there pointing to the skylight. Because it's morning.

"This is a physiological phenomenon called standing up in the morning."

"... no!?

Jeanne turns bright red and flees with a dash of everything she can while she looks around. Lyla came in there snuggly and dropped him off, looking at me as I woke up and guessed what was going on.

"Was it Andy?... I'm not impressed with the sudden impending mating. Admittedly, she's cute."

"It's not imminent! You're not that old!!

"Ho. It's my naked, utter reaction, and I thought it was a Tulpeta hobby."

"No! I love tits, polka boy! Things were just a little situation yesterday!

"Oh, my God. I mean, you want to mate with me and you're being so fierce, huh?

"That's not the same!

It took me nearly ten minutes to get Gudagda's story back on track.

So, calm down.

A little vegetable and goat's milk came out for breakfast, so please wear it.

"... you want me to be Jeanne's entourage?

"Uhm."

Weird suggestions were made.

"I don't care if you say it's an entourage. In the first place, I'm worried about my people if I don't go back."

"Fair enough. I'll take care of that for one day, okay?

"... so what do you want me to follow?

"Hunting."

"Hunting......?

It was a few years ago that Jeanne got to know Lila in the first place.

When Lyla, who lived a leisurely life, was walking around the labyrinth in her spare time, she seemed to have been inspired to help Jeanne, who was doing everything she could to escape the example pig demon (known as Hellsbore).

"If they can't hunt that one alone, they won't admit they're alone in that kid's colony, and they won't let him drink a glass of booze."

"... that's a pretty kitty colony"

He's strong enough to do it once in a while even in a cow org, but do you let such a child do it? They say Dwarf's desire for alcohol is no longer close to habit, so it makes sense that even children want to be recognized.

"I'm always saying I can help you, but don't ask me if that's going to be anything."

"I see... so I think I might be okay to follow you if I'm weak,"

"Not in a bad way, but in a place like that"

"But me, not Fake, because I'm seriously weak. I originally got a crossbow."

I also left that crossbow in my original little room, so my strength now is townspeople part 1 and so on.

"What, I'm not asking you to make it impossible for me. If you could just follow me with this. Yep."

It was given to me like a piece of stone as much as a palm. Red as I applied it all over with something.

"What's this?"

"In one of the treasures called Sealed Stone of Breath. Throw it and the dragon's flaming breath will overflow instantly. If it's disposable, but it's about Hellsborough, it's one shot."

That's the treasure. Sounds convenient.

But.

"... I wish Jeanne could have it directly"

"I'm telling you because I don't want to rely on it and I don't think I can."

"... well"

I don't want to rely on strong things.

I want to do something with my own hands. I want to be alone.

It's important to be a soldier in public.

"It's just insurance. Insurance... I hope he doesn't have to use it."

"I see...... ok"

One meal and a good one (nude) Let me see, and yet it may be a cheap suggestion as a substitute for a valuable experience meeting with a dragon.

I thought so, and I took it on.

"Ji, ten chiefs, you really don't want a rat, do you?

"I didn't. I didn't. Don't worry, it's human. A man can be anybody in the morning."

Apparently Dwarf doesn't stand in the morning. I gained one very extra knowledge.

"Ugh... Oh, you can't do that, can you? You're not cheap enough to help a runaway, are you?

"Isn't that impossible before then...?

Jeanne only looks about ten to twelve years old, no matter how hard she looks. It doesn't look like a normal body to have sex with.

... We were up the labyrinth stairs in such a subtly awkward conversation.

It seems that the place and time when Hellsbore is born are fixed. Even if I was born, Hellsbore is a beast and strong, but only one at a time.

It was Jeanne's maneuver that if you aim when you're not in a herd, the minutes aren't bad.

"But... even a girl named Dwarf can use that"

I admire what Jeanne's got.

The head part alone was a huge hammer that seemed to weigh 10 kg. Even adult men are hard to wield in humans.

"Hehe. I'll review the dwarf. Sure, it's not as messed up as an orga, but it's got power, and its cleverness is origami."

"Oh."

Our troops also have Dwarves, but I wasn't paying too much attention and seeing the racial strength. From now on, let's increase the ratio we rely on a little bit.

… and.

In the middle of the slightly wider room ahead bending the corner, I could see something like electric light beeping.

"I'm leaving. Stand back, ten men long."

"Ooh."

For once, Lila explains that Jeanne is a spectator of activity. Jeanne strained and hammered, preparing for the appearance of the demon.

Hide in the wall.

Light gathers, intensifies, and jizzy time passes.

Pan, and the momentum sounded good, and the light played.

…………

"... that?

Jeanne shouts a clapping voice.

There was nothing in the middle of the room.

"... emerge, fail, is it?

"No!"

I ran my eyes quickly. Left, right, not here. An obstacle to a hiding place, no.

Then.

"Jeanne, up there. Avoid it!

Hellsbore hung around stabbing his hoof in the ceiling, aiming for Jeanne. That's the demon, cunning from the moment he was born.

Hellsbore eats where Jeanne avoids it. Fangs creep through the stone ground.

"Fuck!!

Jeanne let go of the hammer for the delayed reaction to earn speed and avoid it safely.

The monster's toenails bounce off the rolling hammer, and the hammer flies toward me. When I lay down, the hammer burst into the wall behind me.

"Ugh......!

Disadvantages that suddenly let go of the score.

I can see the despair spreading on Jeanne's face as she looks at it, even as she poses as a fighter with her fist.

"Damn......"

Grabbing the "sealed stone of breath" in the bag I put on my waistband, I instantly wonder if I'll throw it.

Throw this and the referee stops, the game is over. Jeanne definitely helps.

But my thoughts as the bearer of the army got in the way.

"Jeanne."

"Huh!?

"Run, Jeanne! Don't run, face it!

"Ten men long!?

"Don't give up about letting go of your weapon! Don't give up as long as your enemies are strong! Throw a stone without a weapon! Spread the sand if you don't have stones!

"Well..."

"The enemy won't wait for me, move! Do more than one enemy! If you know the enemy's weakness, one knife is enough!

Out with my mouth is the basics of the infantry I was slapped into by the Instructor's Sword Saints during my Trot training soldier years.

I said, don't be a soldier who can't do anything about losing one weapon.

Don't die miserably because you're not ready.

That's not what war is about. If you're going to fight and win and go home alive, don't lose your strength to the end. Don't close your eyes. Don't stop thinking. Don't despair.

Become a fearful soldier.

Whether you can't do swordsmanship, cry or leak, be a soldier who can go home alive.

"I guess you want to be alone!? You want to live and be real!?

"Ten men long..."

"It's passed you avoided enemy attacks, you're not wrong! Next, think of your next hand! You haven't lost anything yet! I wouldn't be struggling with anything yet!!

It's been a long time since I've been the one yelling at quasi-combatants caught in a long march.

I'm here. My leg hurts, my strings are broken, I can't do it anymore, and a parasol cries right out.

That's when I dared to imitate the Sword Saints of Trot.

Isaac and the others laughed bitterly, but that's how all the quasi-combatants I yelled at became proper soldiers.

"... ok, ten men long!

"Ok!"

Despair disappears. My fists are killing me.

That's fine.

Hammers and swords are only arms, fist extensions.

If that child has the power to wield it, it should be a non-silly power, bare hands or stones. Engineered melee weapons cannot be more than their own power.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Gaaaaaaaaaa!!

Hellsbore and Jeanne stagger directly from the front.

Fangs try to break through Jeanne, but the monstrous girl, who threw away her heavy fortune and became lighter, lightly mausoleum hersbore speed. Turn directly next to your head and tap your fists into those bloody eyeballs.

"Whoa!!

Goaaaaa!!

Hellsbore was smashed in one eye and confused.

Run out.

While maintaining that blind spot, Jeanne rushes to fly across the ground, jumping over me lying down and grabbing the hammer pattern.

"Ten men long."

"Go!"

"Yeah!!

Bogoo, and Jeanne, who economically sprinkles rocks and pulls out hammers.

I noticed that sound. Hellsbore turns around. The only eyes left were too bloody and bright red.

"Come on, it's a finish, pig!

Gaaaaaa!!

A roaring Hellsbore. Jeanne gently hammering with her brightly red-stained arm to her elbow with returning blood.

Again, staggered.

Now a genuine, head-on battle.

And there's no way Jeanne's hammer, who overcame his fears, could lose the messy move of a confused demon.

"Taaaaaaaaaa!!

Paggio!!

... Every fang, every nose, every head, shattered by a hammer full swing from under, Hellsbore finished only three minutes of his life at birth.

"That's why I won this time by myself, the real Jeanne"

"... I let you cross a dangerous bridge."

"I'll manage that on my own no matter if it gets dangerous, you don't think you're alone for long without that experience. Besides, this kid is strong enough. I made him do it because I thought I could win."

"... Totally, if you're a nice, heckly guy like your lord, I asked you to think you'd be okay, but it's not even a miscalculation."

Lyla laughed bitterly and kissed her forehead when she received Jeanne, who slept tired from me.

"Your Lord is more of a soldier than I thought."

"... or, after all, the military dude is a dout?

Now I get a little scared. Hellsbore might be able to escape, but escaping the dragon is... impossible, maybe.

"It's not a dout.... hehe, it's been a while."

"Yes, no, that, please, only life"

"Hehe..."

Lyla slowly approaching me as I nibble.

Turn your arms familiarly on my shoulders, shoulder to shoulder and whisper.

"You want some help?

"... so, if possible, definitely"

"Right. I don't know what we're doing here. Let's just go in the back."

"... Yes"

Behind the room where I put Jeanne to sleep, it becomes the water field where I fell.

So Lyla undressed herself without hesitation, naked and tangled with me.

"Hey, what?"

"Ho. It's settled. Give me the sperm. I'm gonna be a mother."

"Huh!?

"Just getting tired of living alone, I thought I'd bust a little inside with your Lord's child"

"Why does that happen!?

"Ho. Be a good dragon if your lord's child. That's all. What, it's not bad if you try living in Dragon Palace too"

"And I'll be kept."

"Then will you keep me? Either way."

"Wait! Calm down!

"I can't calm down. You haven't wet me in a hundred years, do you want me to get what I deserve?

"Did you find him?

"No, anywhere around losing sight of Smythson... damn, I thought I fell into something like a hole"

"... what do you mean? No way demons...... no, there are no such signs around here......"

"Mr. Deane, Mr. Angelos"

"What's up, Selene?"

"... phantom magic, you're not using it"

"What's up?"

"No, there are signs of phantoms around here..."

"... wait a minute, this is..."

"Phantom magic, right? Amazing ingenuity......"

"Damn, really Andy, what have you gotten into... I'm gonna disarm you, help me, Selene"

"Ha!"

(cont 'd)