Half-elves Fall in Love

We landed just across the border between the southern desert oasis and the forest zone. It was a city called Helicone.

There are few tall trees and land highs and lows around here, landscapes such as the wetlands where the tall forests spread during the dotted lake marshes. It seems that the territory dominated by forest elves will be a landscape closer to ordinary mountain forests.

"There are many aquatic species because the place is the place. There must have been some Lizardman colonies."

"Heh."

Lizard man. Lizard man. In terms of appearance demons, they are more horrible than orgasms.

but surprisingly, they also have a cunning and merchant-friendly side to it.

I don't have one in my unit, but I've seen several infantry units coming and going to Trot via Violet as they passed near the cadre.

"By system, you mean something else?

"There are also rumors that once there is a Merman or some other water spirits. Well, spirits are everywhere."

"... you heard so much yesterday night"

"What are you talking about? I'm not a hundred kilometers from here. I walked around quite a bit by the time I was surveying, so it's like a garden around here too. I know him well."

Tighten your chest, Mr. Deane. Was it near the oasis colony?

"So, how long from here until forest elf territory?

"If you just want to get into the territory, take a carriage for three days. Three more days to Krabeth, the state capital."

More than two weeks so far. The result would have been a shortcut of nearly a week.

Easily stop by Lila's Dragon Palace or stop by the Beef Orga Colony on your way home is likely to follow you.

"... No, Lyla, you're home."

"Saana."

"Jeanne, I said I'm keeping you waiting, but at that rate... I hope Jeanne doesn't miss you"

"... Andy, you've always been obsessed with that Dwarf kid"

"Yeah?"

I don't know what Mr. Deane's jito eyes mean.

Are you even looking at such a little kid as a rival? No, it's true that you're my age, even though you say you're small.

No way.

"No, you can't, just be patient with me as an adult. Lolipedo is the last thing I can save."

"Beh, nothing. I'm not Loricon or Pedophilia!

I do think his face is adorable, and it was kind of fun to connect him like a bird chick and follow him back, but is that just one way or another the feeling of seeing his niece? I'm not here.

"I mean, how sexually reinforcing am I in Mr. Deane?"

"... the"

"Because... hey?

Mr. Deane and Selene lean down a little and turn red. He seems to remember the night.

No, that's supposed to be a love affair after the agreement you guys are asking for. It's out-of-heart to be treated like you're trying but you're just a rambling cock.

I only made it through the Great Labyrinth of the Desert by saving money on transportation and traveling smoothly by carriage without a shortage of roadblocks.

However, the problem arose when it came time to enter the Elf Territory.

"It's a precinct. Why are you being questioned? Prepare your guests."

We'll pack our bags when your men tell us.

What a remnant of a semi-independence territory there is, or a precursor to an attempt to become independent.

Well, some things aren't so easy either way, so wait for the inspector to board at ease.

"Excuse me. Let me reveal it gently."

Two or three inspectors identify us passengers one after the other, and occasionally open the luggage bags to see if there's anything suspicious.

What I have and what's dangerous is a crossbow, but this is an excuse.

"What's this?

"It's like a crossbow as you can see."

"Do you even hunt?"

"Yeah, well, it's a regular thing. I was hoping I could study elf engraving techniques and improve his performance."

"I see. The state capital, Krabeth, is a sanctuary of magical engravings. I don't think humans can learn overnight, but by the time we get home, this score will be good."

"I hope so."

The inspector's soldiers don't even care about the human body, which is kind of superior.

We're supposed to be just travelers.

Regardless of me or Angelos, with Mr. Deane's hundred head title, he should be able to shut up about the inspector, but that makes Cado stand. I have to decide that I'm here as a dark elf, not just as a hundred chiefs.

Take care of Fujiko as much as the old town or colony. If we attack with the army, we will be allowed to return it with the army, but as long as we are in the position of protesters from the Dark Elf Colony, there is no reason to do so.

If Mr. Deane does, we, the companions, should not waver from ourselves that we are military personnel either.

That's why Angelos and I are supposed to go along with the soldier.

"... what is that armor? A kid in a carriage like this is a swordsman."

…………

Angelos, faceless. But me and Mr. Deane are a little harassed by the inspector's soldiers who seem to hate Angelos.

"Let me reveal my sword, too.... Hmm, is this a normal short sword? Well, in a kid's skinny arm, a long sword is nothing but a useless long one."

…………

"Why are you keeping quiet? Even if they're elves, we have the right to arrest them. I wonder what's wrong with this attitude that's so damaging."

…………

Uh, there's an array of Angelos gauges accumulating.

Regardless of the extent to which he is made fun of for his physique, the fact that soldiers imitate these chimps is quite stimulating Angelos' sense of justice. This is not good.

And, before Angelos was clean, suddenly a hyoro and a tall man appeared from the back seat with Flari to control Angelos' destiny.

"Whoa, I'm sorry. It's my armor, that."

"Become... what are you?"

"Are you convinced when I say" mercenary of the stream "?

I feel like I saw him. He's an old man about forty years ago. but it did have just the right physique for Angelos' armor, and a scorching atmosphere characteristic of those used to fighting.

"Mercenaries. What a name."

"Right, how about Terry Bogard?"

"So what do you say..."

"Are you making fun of me"

"Hmm? I am, huh?

The old man named Terry looks down on Niyanya and the inspector.

"I can't believe I'm going to jerk off with a kid like this, because I don't think he's a good adult. Can't you just forgive him for being a kid?

Terry stroking the head of Me and Angelos. Long arms.

And caressed Angelos is surprised or distracted, suddenly drained of poison by a cross spear.

"This..."

"Stop."

One of the inspectors (the guy who was involved in Angelos) pulled out his hips sword and tried to intimidate him, but the inspector next door controls him. He understands that this old man is probably pretty strong to see where his expression is blue.

"Excuse me. Sure, his behavior was a little problematic. Make them be careful."

"Fine, fine."

The old man slaps Angelos in the head and returns to his seat, pompous.

The subsequent examinations went smoothly.

After the carriage moves out, the example old man smiles a little at Angelos and Mr. Deane.

"Was that an extra favor?"

"Yes, no. I can't help it."

Angelos puts his right fist on his left chest as he sits. It's a tribute to the Celesta army.

... Wait, aren't you a mercenary?

"Captain N. Deane. You still have good milk, Oi."

"You look like you're still champagne."

Mr. Deane grinned back niggardly, keeping his arm around him.

"I know you!?

When Selene and I were surprised, Mr. Deane closed his eyes laughing.

"It's an old man. Special Agent Sieg Becker, one hundred. It's ace night."

"Ace night!?

He was an exam officer during my Ace Knight exam.

When Angelos said, the old man, who was lying about everything, waved flickering without any evil.

"With the life of Lord Ashton, I was talking about going in first and gathering information. I wasn't expecting you to cross the desert so soon."

"I see, Father's offer? Handy."

"I noticed when I was riding the carriage, but when I was captain, I didn't want to do anything about me."

"How can you hang out with someone who's good at putting out signs?"

"You can say that. Come on."

I'm kidding. This old man, he's definitely got all these signs of burning smell on him, but I never noticed it before.

When it comes to Ace Knight, it's my duty to stand out, but it contrasts well with Angelos, who just doesn't say.

Me and Selene, who look at each other and fight a little. Special Agent Becker, the Hundred Man, turns off his laughter and looks at us suspiciously.

"Who are these guys, by the way? I heard Captain Deane and ten Angelos are coming."

"Uh..."

A little bit of Mr. Deane's mouth. I don't know if Angelos came up with any good way of explaining it, controlling the tip of an attempt to open his mouth, with Selene hugging me with a puff and a voice that goes through me often.

"I am Selene, this Andy female slave!!

Mr. Deane's putting on a cool one in front of his ex-boyfriend. Sounds like he has the soul balls to make a gap.

If Mr. Deane here cares about the Secret Service Hundred Chiefs and shuts up, he and I will be interrupted for the next few days at least until the problem is solved, he says.

... the calculated height exerted in this kind of place is a bit awesome.

but.

Mr. Deane is calmly pale.

"... Andy Smythson, ten chiefs. He's my current boyfriend and lover. Sooner or later, this man I'm going to have a baby with."

I fought back perfectly.

"Become..."

Special Agent Becker, hundred men, glance.

And.

"Captain oh!? I proposed so much, didn't I?!? I was definitely better looking than him 20 years ago. I'm confident!? Besides, I've been an ace night since I was twelve!?

"You did."

"Why are you telling me this?!?

"Don't say this or anything, to my lover"

"... why are you with someone like this?

"I should have married a woman who could fish with sword arms and face for now. You must have a drink, right?

"Alright...... but this guy looks so weak!? Captain Deane, I didn't expect to be able to protect you."

Correct.

"You think I can't even protect myself?

"Ugh... and this guy already has a woman!!

Yeah. About two others.

"What's wrong with that"

"I'd do it all year, morning to night, just for the captain."

"You think I'm gonna keep peeking? You've been snooping since then, haven't you? You think a woman's liking was making money from that?"

Ugh. I was good at peeking. Overkill damage to me too.

"So, but the captain showed it to me."

"I don't mind if I watch you show it. But it would be a bad decision to be peeked at when you're not showing it. So marry me or something."

"Ugh."

This old man must have been taking such an awkward peek. Bathrooms and bedtime.

"... I don't know why you look so casual, Angelos"

"Hey, leave me alone, Smythson."

Special Agent Becker, the Hundred Man, has beaten me to death with a bad smell.

"Damn! Damn it! Damn it, don't think it's just one night on the moon, kid!

"What's wrong with me!?

"Captain Deane is my goddess. I don't think I'm gonna get it for killing you, but if you die, you're gonna be free, and you're gonna be better off free than having a boyfriend, and that doesn't mean my hand won't slip."

Wait, this guy is seriously scared.

"Becker, if you feel any sign of that, I'm going to do everything I can to kill you."

"Hi."

All of a sudden, Special Agent Becker, a hundred people chief. Come here.

"... oh, you've always wanted to hang out with this guy, kid"

"What you're saying is the opposite of ten seconds ago!

Forty more tangled old man tears eyes. Seriously.

Be comfortable.

"Oh, I'll introduce myself again. Special Agent Siege Becker of the Celesta Military Intelligence Brigade. Specialty weapons are knives and traps. Single at Ace Knight, a human race, age 39. She's always recruiting."

"... knives and traps?

I've never heard of an ace night like that.

When it comes to Ace Knight, it's an image of a sword, spear, or power-based race, cutting the front with a hammer or axe, combining it with two platoons and smashing it by itself.

"I can still be ace night."

Angelos explains it.

"It's subtle when it's a sword saint exam, but the condition of Ace Knight is to break through the Rock God Labyrinth near Queca alone. I'm forced to fight a few rock puppets and immortal demons simultaneously, but if we talk about extremes, 'if we can break through,' whatever."

"... I mean?

"This man is the only one in Ace Knight history who has broken through the exam with zero destruction, jerking off all demonic attacks, escaping his eyes"

I'm not sure if it's awesome or not.

"Of course I could have knocked you down if I wanted to, huh? Angelos, if you're about ten men long, you're confident you can fight even if you cut the front."

"... Really?

"You're suspicious, kid. Look, Angelos, ten chiefs, testimony."

"... in fact, I will never win"

"Shh!?

Angelos is...... Sure, it doesn't matter at all if he's an opponent, Mr. Lyla or Mr. Deane, but I still know he's got the fighting power not to be ashamed of the name of Ace Knight.

That Angelos ran out of absolutes.

"... with a knife?

"A knife. And traps."

"How did you see it, adventurous family?"

"Let's compliment you for not saying you were a thief. But you're too suspicious."

Special Agent Becker's hundred men put on arms and sighed muffled.

"Okay."

Stand your finger on your elbow.

The figure disappeared.

Open your eyes.

And at some point a knife poked from behind...... sheathed.

"Yes, I'm done."

"... ma, magic?

"It's not magic. Can you use magic on twelve human kids?"

"I just moved normally. If Becker's only leg speed, he's with me."

"Are you serious?"

Mr. Deane and I are talking to each other... I mean, is this guy the type of guy who doesn't have flying tools either?

"The intelligence activity of disappearing with phantom magic has now become common sense. A magical user who can see through and destroy the phantom is placed at the center of the information, and that is what the defense needs.... That's where guys like Becker come alive. He's an expert at sneaking into every place without any illusions, stealing information, killing or rescuing dignitaries."

In Ms. Deane's commentary, Special Agent Hundred laughs niggardly and returns to her original position, complacently supplementing her with a knife juggling.

"It just doesn't make sense to disappear into three Ace Knight opponents in an exam... so I can't make it to Master Knight, though. Anyway, there are a lot of phases that help people like me."

"Well, if it doesn't help people, you're just a peeper."

"Mr. Deane, give me a break for that word."

"Hmm?"

Don't you see? You don't understand. It was before I met Mr. Deane, because it's the only story I've ever had while I was drinking.

The carriage keeps going and arrives in the state capital Krabeth in three days.

"It doesn't feel like a city, even if it's a state capital."

In the form of stone mansions dotted throughout the woods and between the gradients of the mountains, it feels like an old country town just right for the summer. It's just the size of the city that feels uninterrupted no matter where you go.

"This is the city for forest elves. They never come together as close as humans, nor do they often feel inconvenienced by the distance between each other because of their long minds"

"I see..."

"I am allowed to act differently today to take the back of the example Master Knight case. Each of you can stay for sightseeing."

"So, are you okay?

"What, just checking down. I'll start the production tomorrow. I'll take Becker, too, so you'll be fine."

That's what Mr. Deane said, breaking up in front of a hotel in the city centre.

I can't help it, so I decide to try sightseeing.

"I don't think the city of elves will ever come again..."

"Right."

Angelos followed me, too.

Selene says she's going to leave a message at the hotel, so the two of us stick together and roll it out.

By the way, Angelos left his armor at the hotel because it seemed like another unwanted misunderstanding. It's been a while since I've been in girl mode (even so, I'm just saying I keep my long hair out).

But for the first time, it's called the city of elves, but I still feel the exclusive air.

"Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody."

"You can't help it. I'm a half-elf."

"Oh well."

I have no idea the difference between an elf and a half-elf, but it seems obvious to them.

And the half-elf is also a target of persecution (confused with the elf) in the human city of Trotto, but here it is clearly seen with the eyes of something dirty.

"... I see. So Selene doesn't want to leave."

"Oh... you mean that"

Selene is also a half elf. Plus, there's a past where Apple and I were rejected in the northern elf forest near Polka. I guess I could have predicted what kind of eyes I would see if a half elf could swim through the elf.

"... go home, Angelos?

"Yes, no... I don't care what they do, I'm fine. See, Smythson, let's take a look over there."

"Hmm?"

What Angelos pointed to was an international splendid building.

The letters are...... a little unreadable to me in elf language.

"Whatever."

"You would have used it for a haphazard at the precinct, the Stamp Laboratory."

"Oh, I see."

Engraved.

It is a technique that allows you to increase or decrease the intensity of objects, their ease of application to magic, and their difficulty by carving a circuit that is magically easy to turn around energy.

A technique often used as an aid to the magic itself, such as a talisman, where, for example, the stock of the Crossbow squad is processed with exceptional ease to react to Mr. Deane's magic.

"Yes, you were the one who wanted it for sightseeing. Are you sure you want to have a one-day experience?"

"Oh...... so then"

I signed up for it because I had just the right course. Angelos is also given something like a feather pen with him to go to the back.

"Well today's course is...... three people, right? Oh, Mr. Renee, you're not here for anything else, are you? You're gonna start the course, aren't you?

Mr. Renee seems to mean the elf's sister at the reception. The instructor checks with her many times and starts the lecture with it.

"Uh, elves, half elves, human and kind of varied today...... engravings are a technique of all races. Precisely only pens for engravings need to be manufactured with magic technology, but engraving itself can be done by any race, and its creativity probably depends on that person's talent. The magical talent is anyone in the elves, but the engraving itself is more of a technique that Dwarves are even told to have an outstanding talent. But because of the technology that connects with magic, many species that don't like magic give up their path before the challenge, so good engravers are very rare because of it, even if they are inherently gifted with it, without allowing them to blossom. You with a pen here! And you! Just because you guys were able to take the first step is a great patrol. Be tomorrow's name engraver!

This lecturer is an elf, but he was relieved that he was not attached to elf supremacy or rather he seemed to be the type of person with some kind of admiration for heterogeneity. Angelos doesn't have to feel awkward.

"Yes, then it's the basis of the engravings first. First the left-wound whirlpool means absorption and the right-wound means release. Remember, this is not the only thing you will know, but it will be important after the next step…"

Dozens of minutes later.

"Oh, this is hilarious. Thus, cut in here and join"

"Su, Smythson? I have no idea what you're doing anymore."

I was attached to the charm of the engraving.

I can't wait to see the infinite feeling of ants that just drawing circuits can alter the properties of objects, that the freedom and strength of their forces are proportional to their sophistication, and that the shape of objects to write on further expands the various possibilities.

"Thus...... see, Angelos"

"What is this?"

"Parchment Shield! Come on, punch everything you can."

"Yeah?

"Come on, come on!

"... yeah"

cancer, and an anzero-spunch played on parchment paper.

"Ouch...... and lie!?

"Hmm."

Calculately, this parchment doesn't even wrinkle with a hammer for beating from the surface. Well, from the back, it's so weak that I can tear it with my fingers.

"Mr. Smythson, you... with all those lectures..."

"I'm super good at tricky craftsmanship"

"Did you write up Kako's circuit in 15 minutes? Without a draft?

The lecturer, Mr. Elf, also shines his eyes. Mm-hmm. Am I doing okay?

"Hey, please don't get on with it?

and the elf of one of the rest of the students who was silent there stood up with Gatan.

"This papyrus blade is so much better!

Ribbon made of papyrus...... elaborately painted print on.

I shook it at my desk and stuck it brilliantly at my desk.

"Oh... what a beautiful day. Two good engravers just today!

"Don't do it..."

"Heh heh, you can't beat a human with elf technology."

The target is a red-haired elf daughter. Seems to be losing a little bit.

But.

"I'm also a famous skinny master among my people. If the starting line is the same, how can we lose?"

Well, to the extent that I can make other crew members belts and metal accessories.

"Hehe...... fine. It's a battle."

Kakikakiki.

"... Stretch it, parchment!

Kakikakiki.

"... Papyrus Shield!

Kakikakiki.

"Transparent parchment!

Kakikakiki.

"Playable papyrus!

We played around to the limits of each other's creativity and hand-held paper.

... I used parchment for ten days for lunch though.

"Yes, that's it for today! That's all for a one-day experience, but if you can, keep doing it! Combined with magic, it expands the possibilities even further. Make sure that Mr. Smythson, uh, uh, Ann... works with Angelina to make a lot of things."

Angelos.

... Well, I'm not too shy to work with you because you seem to have a magical talent.

"Kick, work together, make a lot of...?

"is a disgrace"

"No, I am!

"Well, I don't know what you're willing to make with such a chinchillin! If you cooperate with me, it will be amazing."

"No, because we're tourists."

"Well. Why don't you stay a while and study with me? We've reviewed the humans a little bit."

"... again, Smythson"

"Don't say that again!

Sounds like you've got it in your head after a rough fight.

... Elf daughter gracefully graced.

"I'm late for my application. My name is Aurora, Dior's daughter."

And I put up the papyrus sword I made just now to pray in front of my face.

...... that pose.

"I ordered Ace Knight the other day."

"... again, Smythson"

"What is it!?

"Captain Deane, where are you going? Dark Elves walking down the streets of Krabeth is too conspicuous."

"What, no problem.... I know someone."

"I know you..."

"He's a colony leader. He's a guy named Dior."

"Yeah? Do you know him?!? Isn't it so vortex?"

"Once upon a time, a little.... The Master Knight is the man's son."

"... I want to know the sincerity of this provocation"

(cont 'd)