Half-elves Fall in Love

I enjoyed the engraving so much that I bought a pen for the engraving and visited the store in the lab to go home.

And I was frustrated by the price at which my eyeballs were going to pop.

"Wow... my salary for three months..."

"Stay, well, cheer up, Smythson"

My monthly salary is not that high. For whatever reason, the deduction rate is huge.

I still have my nationality in Trot., as for the paperwork registration, it is a good idea to earn money, so the story is that it is not covered by something like a military mutual benefit being offered by each chamber of commerce in Celesta.

They pay quite a bit at their own expense with the details. Sometimes I get a little depressed compared to the other ten chiefs in detail.

"I'll lend you... I wish I could say"

"You're cheap too."

"... yeah"

Angelos is the same.

Well, I just don't go out drinking as often as I do. I do, but that's why I'm making fun of him for my hobby from now on.

"Give it up this time...... I'll come back and buy it when I save some money"

"If you ask around a hundred people, can you make something similar?

"No, Mr. Deane makes a talisman stock, so I can do that... maybe? No, but, um."

"That smells like a hippo again."

"... right there."

I don't want to rely on her as much as a hobby tool to prepare my own.

It's going to be here again someday.

Please wait.

"Hmm?"

When Angelos and I try to get together and get out of the Engraving Laboratory, we can be stopped by our earlier elf daughter from behind.

"I've been wondering for a while now, I know your name, it sounds familiar"

"Your little girl."

"Don't say" penis "

"Oh, I'm sorry. It doesn't look like this is a mix of elves when you say half."

"My father is a northern elf. I'm from Trotto."

"I see.... that means again. Angelos the Slashing Sword, right?

Slashing sword......

"Wow, two awesome names"

"Ugh, shut up! Don't tease me!"

"No, I think it's cool, huh?... Slash the wind sword..."

"Remember later, Smythson..."

Angelos looks so embarrassed.

'Cause a slashing sword. How nasty for this little one.

"Rumor has it he's a man."

"... with a little bit of a mistake when registering"

"You're a dodgy boy."

"I'm not a dodgy boy! I just couldn't tell you!

You are really too casually messed with for the first time.

"I hear of pure swordsmen who do not rely on their physique, high mobility or magic, do not use physical surgery, and fight only with the skill of their swords. Rumors are ex-Kensei or something."

"... a former Kensei candidate. She was a woman, half an elf, and she told me that she couldn't make the little one Kensei, so she didn't become Kensei."

"I see. Sounds like a trot."

Sure, it's a bad part of the trot, but I'm a little pissed.

"Same type as me. It is seen as a rare ace night that can be gracefully fought with a sword. I was hoping to see you someday."

"You were getting that kind of rating."

"... Isn't it just unusual? There are many types of swordsmen like me in Trott's Sword Saints, but Celesta is a big mess of race-based snuff tests and labyrinth breakthroughs."

Humans have little magic to use and are not blessed with their physique. Nature, if you intend to grow from it as a warrior, you will find no other way to live than in the most piled generic combat techniques, sword moves, even in a few martial arts. If the Kensei exam were to be a one-horse blow in front of the crowd, it would be even worse.

But not in dark elves, dwarves, orgasms, and beastmen with lizardmen and diverse celestas.

If you don't have enough sword moves, you can magically make up for it, or if you're an ogre or a dwarf, you can appeal to the power of the Ace Knight class by itself. Of course, like Mr. Deane and Special Agent Becker Hundred, a combat style that overwhelms the opponent at extraordinary speeds is also allowed.

Being allowed to be diverse also means that on the contrary, being a serious single swordsman as in textbooks is also insignificant.

"Ace Knight, I think you should have the elegance you deserve to be called the flower shape of a life-threatening battlefield. Angelos the Slashing Sword, I was delighted to have a swordsman like you before me."

…………

"But... I can't feel that style from you without your sword."

"It is often said that there is no majesty. I don't think so now."

"Maybe it's still a mixture."

Eyes on inferior animals, Aurora.

Aurora is not particularly bad. That's what all the elves here look like. I guess that's the land pattern.

A common perception rooted in land is not something that an individual can defy, whatever it may be.

But still, I couldn't allow Angelos to be ridiculed for mixing half an elf with a mixture.

"Wait. Doesn't matter, it."

"Mr. Smythson.... but she is half as unfulfilled as an elf and as a human being. Bloodlines and engraved hands are irresistible. If you don't beat me as a swordsman, your partner..."

"So it doesn't matter. If you want to be proud of something other than your own efforts, do it roughly. Angelos is a good guy, and he's trying. You're pure blood isn't the fruit of your efforts, and I don't like guys who measure up in the world like that. Don't make fun of me for not making sense because I'm a half elf. If you're going to name the Celesta Army floral, understand what's best about Celesta."

"... Mr. Smythson"

"Smythson"

"... my mouth has gone too far. Sorry.... Bye, now"

After a little sober Aurora, he pulled down Angelos' hand and left the Engraving Laboratory.

"... Celesta is a good place"

"What the hell, from a servant to a stick"

Open cafe for tourists.

Angelos and Angelos said abruptly that he was taking a tea break.

I was worried because I've been leaning down since earlier, but it doesn't feel like I'm taking as much mental damage as I thought. I'm smiling.

"Celesta welcomes any race. I'll admit it as Ace Knight, too. He's proud of that tolerance."

"Yeah."

"... I thought it was very important that all races go through the title as justice."

"What's the matter now?"

"... Smythson, thanks for earlier, affirming everything about me. Glad to hear it."

Angelos smiles at me with a tight eye.

……

I felt it get hot to my ears by accident.

Angelos looks feminine, with a truly girly clear smile at the swinging open cafe on a leaky day. That's just it, I've seen as many faces as I've ever seen, and they look kind of terribly adorable and illuminating.

"... well, I don't like being persecuted just because I'm a half elf. Including Selene and Apple."

"Right.... That's sweet, Smythson."

"Duh, what the hell is going on? Say something cute all of a sudden."

"... or cute, I can't believe"

Angelos turns bright red when I say it back. As always, I'm weirdly vulnerable to a few compliments.

I'm looking around. This isn't just an elf because it's for tourists, and that gaze on Angelos isn't an affront. Some of them were definitely seen as Angelos' adorability.

"... you come on"

"Hey, what?

"I knew you wouldn't stop wearing men's clothes? Kind of a waste."

"Ugh... it's against the rules to say at this time..."

"What the fuck?"

At the edge of his sight, an elf man staring at Angelos leaked a cheeky sigh.

The lukewarm gaze of a red-haired elf man. Have you fallen in love? I can't help it.

When I got back to the hotel, Selene offered me a letter with a look of surprise.

"Earlier, a room service guy left it."

"What? Isn't it addressed to Mr. Deane or Special Agent Becker Hundred?

No, it's addressed to Mr. Angelos.

"Me...?

Angelos to receive the letter.

When I cut the seal and opened the parchment that was round,... I can't read it.

"Elf?

"Sounds like it.... Ugh, I'm not that good at reading either."

"Shall I read it to you?

Selene points to herself.

"Are you good at this?"

"There you go. It's fun to write to someone else."

Kind of a bad taste.

But Angelos, who is coming and going on the first and second lines with a frown root, hands Selene parchment after a while.

"Heh heh. Er.... Dear Angelos Ten Chief. I beg your pardon for the inconvenience...? Kana."

"Either is fine. Next"

"How about the air in this Krabeth capital? Compared to the dry central Celesta, the wind of Klabes, full of trees and fresh water, will make you understand how good it is to be a lady who inherits the blood of an elf"

"Hmmm...... he was disturbed by something"

"He sounds like a local, but who put him out?

"Isn't that Aurora? There's no one here who knows about Angelos, and maybe it's an apology."

"I'll keep reading.... At this time of year, especially the beautiful flowers are smileys on the banks of Springs Square at the end of South Street. The beauty of those flowers blooming on one side deserves to spend the day just loving it. Your undivided beauty is like that flower that blooms unknown under a rock. I doubted my eyes, wondering if the Smyre's essence appeared in the form of an elf."

"... what the hell is this"

"You don't seem to be Miss Aurora. There's no reason to glorify me as beautiful."

"Speaking of which,"

It's called a disturbed atmosphere that drifts throughout, thanks for the smell the guy writes.

"Woohoo, praise me about you, that's going to run out of paper and time. I haven't been able to share the impression I felt for you in a minute, but I'd like you to forgive me for moving on."

"Just move."

"I agree."

"... I understand that the hundred chiefs of the dark elves have something to say to us. Hopefully it will settle without much roughness, but that depends on the dark elves. I want to leave you to my father and the Southern Legion."

"... hey"

"Oh."

Anzeroth and snort.

This...

"Before things move too much, I want to spend a moment talking to you. Please, I'd like to have the colour of a flower named yours at my evening club."

"Who's the sender?"

Angelos said in a hard voice.

"It says Lucas"

"... Shit. Where were you looking?"

"Hey Angelos, who is it?"

"You listen to me... well, you're out of the board originally"

I'm a little lonely, but it's true that I'm not a useful presence for this trip.

"General Lucas. Master Night.... one of the purposes of this trip"

"... what does a guy like that do to you"

"I don't know. Seems like you have some kind of obsession with me to read this ridiculous text. I wonder what you're thinking, the kind of man who originally takes out a ton of auga and dark elf daughters."

Angelos stands up with a hard look and cuddles her long hair. It binds unwrought like a rope and wears armor from it.

"A hundred men are ambushed. I don't think it's rare, but what happens if the opponent's biggest fighter, General Lucas, turns that way? If I can do this, I have to stop him."

"Angelos!?

"I don't know what kind of danger there is. Smythson will be waiting. Selene, where's his night club?"

"Uh, right in the middle of North Avenue, it's like bending over where there's a huge tree. It says you'll find out right off the street."

"Right.... Smythson"

"... what"

"Thank you so much for earlier.... I was much happier when you told me you were cute than the words in this letter"

"... anzeroth"

"I'm an ace night, too.... You heard. There are two names for slaughter swords. Don't worry about it."

Angelos smiling.

I can only bite my lips helplessly.

I know it's useless.

But I was wondering if I could do something without help, and I would go after Angelos, fully armed.

"You can't, Mr. Andy. It's like saying he's suspicious."

"Selene."

"Yes, close the cape properly and put on the hood. Take off one route and follow it from the street next to you."

"... you're a good guy"

"Eh heh. What are you talking about, I'm always the competent female slave your husband thinks I am?

With Selene, we follow Angelos out of the city at dusk.

Chilly.

Until now, it was like everything was Ali's, almighty journey though.

We who are not protected by Mr. Deane are so careful.

But still, I couldn't just hold my knees and wait at the hotel.

"... is it a real, master night"

I could not even think of such an unknown threat that I had never turned to my enemies, and I missed the remnants of the sunset that disappeared across a hill of sobriety.

(cont 'd)