Half-elves Fall in Love

Why am I dying here?

I should go home to Apple's waiting home and manage to wake Apple up and live happily ever after with Selene and Mr. Deane.

Even Lila said she didn't know how serious she was, but she wanted to live with me. I can't deny it's disproportionate, but still, I must have a future to live happily ever after with beautiful girls.

Mostly, Angelos is bad. Maybe in the early days, Mr. Deane is not a pinch or anything. You're not attacking me on your own. You're not sacrificing yourself.

Angelos and I are friends in the first place, but that's all. I don't care whose daughter-in-law he will be kissing, but it won't be what he finds out. I guess it's none of your business, Andy Smythson.

Why did it pop up? The opponent is a master night. Master Night is the strongest. It is the title of what has now reached the strongest realm of all warriors except the Dragon.

How many butt horses are you riding because Mr. Deane was confident? What are you insulting me for? Even if Mr. Deane is admired by the Master Night "Class", he doesn't actually have such a title. Even if it was just a social decree, I wouldn't know.

There's no way I could have managed with a single crossbow against such a supreme combat presence. How are you doing? I've decided to lose.

The result is this Zama.

"Uh-oh."

It's blood. It's rubbish scum that rolls around like a potato bug and can only groan at an interrupter like a kedamono. What are you doing, Andy? What are you doing, me? Don't be ridiculous. Roll back the time. Let them start over, motherfucker.

Mostly, I'm in too much shape because I got a little lucky and fell in love with a little awesome woman. You can't do swords, you can't learn, you can't do magic, you're paid cheap, you're just a little silly. You're probably just a blacksmith's son. What did you think you were? Did you even mistakenly think that the Savior, who was chosen by God or something around it, that everything ended up going the way you wanted it to be? You're just a trot country-born townsman one. He said he could shoot the crossbow precisely, so what was he going to do? Don't joke. Don't joke. Don't be ridiculous.

You are being protected by a woman who fell in love with me by mistake, just a haribote. It's just a human being. It's just a mutton fish. Why I rolled into myself. Surviving and unsatisfied. There won't be enough strength anywhere to fit in. I thought you said Mr. Deane. You're weak. Keep your mouth shut. I told you to wait at the hotel for Angelos. Why didn't you? That's good to hear. No one was to blame. Why did you put it on? Why did you pull a bow on a guy who could never win? I showed no hostility. I wouldn't have cared about Angelos. I deserve it. I don't care what happens to him. I don't care what happens to him. There shouldn't be. You're not even your own woman. Why, why, fuck.

Fast, regretful and guilty of his own stupidity fills my head.

I guess it hasn't even been a second in real life.

Still, blood spills out. I'm on my way to death. Selene, who is supposed to cure me, is twisted up by Lucas, and Angelos is fluttering at the wall.

"Mr. Andy!! Mr. Andy, now...... no!

"Smythson eh......!!

Lucas slowly blocks the two of them from trying to walk over to me.

I'm going to die at that moment too. Two eyes stain with despair.

"Out of the way, General Lucas! Get out of the way!

"You're not being smart. My bridesmaid."

"Knock..."

"... hehe, nice face. Can't you just keep your temper when you see someone else get hurt?"

"No thanks!!

"... take it off"

"Huh..."

"You both take off your clothes. If you get naked and swear you're going to be my wife, you can do it without giving a hand while you're at it."

"Is that your hobby to get a woman? The bastards. All right."

"Angelos......"

Angelos did not hesitate to remove the clasp on his armor. Sturdy black armor makes noise on the floor with a gallon.

Remove the armor, try to take it off under the armor, rush for no time, pull the short sword off the collar and pull it off.

Without hesitation, you're going to throw away your shame and outrage for me.

Angelos is going to throw his life away to save me from dying.

You idiot.

Idiots, idiots, idiots.

A few seconds ago, what did I think?

You think I should have abandoned that Angelos idiot?

Oh, my God.

Don't joke. Don't joke. Don't be ridiculous.

'... Smythson, thank you for earlier, affirming everything about me. Happy.'

You think you should have abandoned that smile and helped? This head.

For such uselessness, did you try to say that it was right to trump a man who would not hesitate to abandon his life full of pride, saying that it had nothing to do with him?

Die.

Die, you piece of junk. Die.

Let's admit it.

Fine. Let's admit it.

"Ann...... Zeros......!!

"Smythson!!

"To such a son of a bitch... I can't believe you're naked... show me, don't do it hey...!!

Think of it as if it wasn't your fault that you were passive, flushed, and Hella and Harlem were able to do it on their own, and blame it all on people.

I'll throw away such rotten pre-construction here and now.

Let's admit this ugly ego-filled desire for exclusivity.

Helahela, it's a million times better than being held hostage after a good guy indecision and convinced to give me Anzeroth as such a son of a bitch.

"Give you, sweetie, to a guy like that... don't do it"

"... Smythe, Son?

"What, this man? Are you dying and imprisoned by illusions?"

Angelos with tears and Lucas with selenium twisted up looked suspicious.

I don't know what you think a bloodthirsty mutt is going to say. I think so myself.

But now, at this moment, the will sprouted in the back of my belly.

That will burn down my giving up.

Do you ever give this to an ear long bastard trying to get a woman with a sense of collection?

Angelos, Selene, what's one thing.

Turn your thoughts at a fast pace that doubles earlier.

It will stop the bleeding if you insist. If the wound was crushed even though it cut the same thousand times, it would still be fine, but his sword is completely and thoroughly severing my leg. This is amazing with no hard to bleed elements at all.

Selene screamed to heal, but the power of medical photography is to the extent of erasing the scratches and blood beans that ripped the epidermis with a knife at best. Selene could cut her own life, but she couldn't force herself to squeeze out her powers, but still she wouldn't be hurt like this.

The average human man says he can't make it anymore when he bleeds four jocks. There is no time. I don't have time to hold on to blood vessels with strings or compress wounds for long periods of time, even thinking about what Lucas would get in the way.

We need to block the wound in one breath at a time.

Think of the means. Remember what you can do. Is there anything? Whatever.

I came up with it.

If I burn my wound with the flame of the sealed stone of my breath...... no.

It's a flame that burns and kills Hellsbore. How do you just get the wound......

Damn. Not yet. Don't give up. Don't stop. Don't get stuck.

I would have been taught by the Sword Saints. As strong as the enemy is. I don't have a weapon.

As big as the scratch. What's wrong with the tools?

So you're willing to give up living, Andy.

So you're willing to allow Angelos and Selene to be humiliated, Andy.

What was your fifteen years? What have you been struggling with since you left your hometown?

General mobilization. Whatever it takes, use everything from the past.

I don't mind using the flame. It's a thread I can handle, pass. All you have to do is burn your feet to the extent that you don't die from this flame.

It generates flames far away...... no, I'm not sure about the actual power of the sealed stone of breath in the first place.

Damn it. I should have asked Lyla how big a flame would come out, or something.

You bet. You could get Jeanne involved, but you gave it to me. Maybe a powerful flame will just come out small for a moment and burn out only a narrow range.

... No. Too bad minutes to bet. Is it possible to commit suicide by burning yourself? First you survive, then you do something about this perverted elf with Angelos and Selene.

If he dies, there's just one less seed for him to negotiate. I hope he didn't have to negotiate to force Angelos, but that doesn't make any sense.

I just need to be able to control the flames. For example, yes, you just need to focus the flames in one direction. If you can do that, for example, with a slightly deeper rock indentation, just tap a sealed stone in the back of it, that's fine. Keep this bloody leg sticking out there and you'll be able to stop the bleeding just fine.

Where is that?

Yes, hide in the shadows of the columns around there on the other side of the columns... do you have time for that? I can't move in the first place.

Damn. I wish I could have done magic. I should have learned more seriously. There's no need for healing or flaming magic. That's a good move, like controlling the power of this sealing stone... wait a minute.

There is.

There is, idiot!

Why didn't I remember it before? Engraving is a technique that includes magic to control the flow of power.

I guess I could rarely get people to compliment me on that.

Engrave. Quickly.

... How?

That's not gonna be carved unless it's that special pen. How do you do that?

Is there anything to replace it?

If it was something magical, could it be substituted?

There's a cup outside, that blurry glowing stone... damn, that 10kg is going to use the likely jade stone to carve a tattoo?

... right. Do you want to carve a crest with a straw or a bee or a sealed stone? It's a dragon treasure, I don't know if there's anything really magical about it. But it's worth betting on than just now.

Come on, absorption and release. Clustered release, the basis of the engraving. It's easy, I can do it just for a day. Calm down and draw.

If this is decided, he'll blow a bubble. I can't die yet. Hurry up!

That's it, three seconds.

Roll the sealing stone of your breath off your pocket and hide it in your hand.

The marble floor is like a carpet with blood, but it won't be a problem. I'm not trying to paint anything complicated.

Left-wound absorption formation.

And a right-wound release formation that leads from there. That's all.

The amount of absorption is... well, can it be less? No matter how many flames are concentrated and come out, the heat of radiation will not make your whole body burn.

And the release formation. Keep this in mind.

"What are you doing, man"

Lucas frowned when he saw me suddenly start spilling blood.

Did you find out it wasn't just dying madness?

But it's too late. Hit the turnaround and put a thousand chopped left foot wounds on the release team.

And in the middle of the absorption formation, a sealed stone...

"Do you still have a weapon to hide?"

I got my hands kicked up.

The sealed stone of breath is exposed, and Selene is surprised. I guess you didn't think I was messing with this stuff over this period.

"A magic tool, the kind that whimpers and throws. Were you going to hit me with something like that? Even the proud deformed bow couldn't hit me."

"Ku......"

"Don't worry about it. Do you want me to slash that hand off too?"

He pulls out the fine sword he put on his back once in a playful condition. I'm looking at the Angelos on the side. I guess you expect me to hurry and pledge my servitude.

But that hand with the sword overlaps just above the wound on my left leg, on the radiation of the release formation.

Thousands of times is about this.

Goodbye, my left leg. Thanks for 25 years.

Slap the sealing stone over the absorption formation at hand.

Lucas, who boasts a boulder overspeed, also didn't think of the move to slap him on the ground as an attack on himself, and he couldn't make it.

Ichi or bee. If the stamps carved in the sealed stone don't respond, I'll be alone in the suicide bombing show.

But at the moment of being tapped, the engravings beneath the blood shed light lightly.

Gooooooo!!

Absorbs the power of the sealing stone exactly as you aim. And concentrated radiation.

The flame became a hotline and stretched out into a straight line, carburizing the wound at the tip of my left leg, and sighing Lucas' arms as well.

"Guaaaaaaaaa!?

Remove the red-hot, curved thin sword, expose your right hand to severe burns and Lucas lags behind.

And I don't have a burn spot either, I get a weird sweat on my black coge wound.

The pain remains the same. There is an unusual feeling that blood all over the body is refluxing alternately with burning and ice cubes.

The steeple field rose. But can this really survive?

No, I can do that later.

What are we going to do with this son of a bitch next? We have to do something.

Even if you take one hand, I'm suspicious of how far he can take his power.

He's not a ballplayer. Ace Knight It's a master night that lets the three of you beat your opponents. I didn't even let Mr. Deane try. It's the man who did it and became Master Night. The foot over the speed of the crossbow over the strong bow and the other hand are alive and well. What can I do? Think. Don't give up. It's been a success so far. Think.

"You... you piece of garbage! Human, human minute!!

"Hehe... Looks good the money came out, General..."

At the mouth, I work my head while provoking. Can we defeat this man?

I can't do more than Angelos can't keep up with that speed. Traps like now won't work twice either.

But being able to crush his arm also means that Angelos has a chance of losing. Can't we do something about that?

How many more cards do you have?

Can Angelos fight?

Can I ask Selene for something?

What can I do without my legs?

Think. Think.

"Damn... you can't regret this!! Cut off both arms and legs!! He chooses both eyes and stuffs the shit! I'll shave off my tongue and teeth so I can never speak a word or anything again and hang them in chains in the same room as these half elf women!! With our skill, you can connect your nerves to your chosen eyes, and you can live and decay and continue to mourn pitifully as you see these women fall in my hands!

"is what dirty dark elves, temeer sexual roots are more like..."

"Don't open your mouth any more, my people!

I get kicked in the stomach. I don't even think it hurts now.

Nevertheless, I heard the elves were also quite bigoted but didn't think so far.

No, Aurora and the engraving lab teacher were a little weird, but they weren't bad guys. I guess this guy has a strong sense of special electorate.

I'm sure it was boxed like a trot nobleman. Are you out of luck that this guy is the strongest in town?

"Abominable... Angelos, give me your sword"

"What are you in love with?"

"Mm...... whoa!?

Instead of his own sword, bent and useless, Lucas tried to take the sword away from Angelos. But Angelos responds with slaughter.

Lucas in danger. He retreated about a few steps in a curly shockwave.

"Didn't you see the difference in power just now?!?

"That was one now. Thanks again for letting me know."

Angelos and Selene stand in front of me in that gap. Angelos, who mutilated himself under his armor, was half-naked, but never cared about it, and Selene jumps to medical photography on my leg.

"Mr. Andy, it's okay, it's okay... it's just too messy"

"Shh, selenium, the blood's stopped, so I can treat my legs later. It's like painkillers."

"Yes, just a moment, please. ─ ─ ─ Huh!

Selene screams the spell as she crawls her hands on my bloody back and tries to push it in with one point. Moment after moment, the bitterness fell out.

"... Oh, thank you"

"I'm just deluding the pain with tactile phantoms. I'm not cured."

"I know."

Nothing heals even though my feet are rolling nearby.

Angelos, on the other hand, was hanging up against Lucas, who held his hand.

"So much so that the person seems important"

"At least it's better than your elf boy's bedtime words."

"That's a good way to talk to the general, ten chiefs."

"I'll make you laugh at a general temptation full of just sexual harassers. If you're going to name an army general, show me some character."

"He really wants to piss me off. No matter how many pieces you have, if I'm serious, I can destroy the Hundreds of Out of the Way."

"Boy, you've got guts all round. Something? A woman shakes me and crushes that unit from Mukatsuku. Okay, but you're gonna cry into the middle of the army?

"Don't be ridiculous. Mixed things. Do you really think I can't fight because I don't have a sword in my hand? I'm going to say:"

"I thought you said it was a good idea."

Both of them, they say good things about prestige, but that's it, they don't move.

Lucas is swimming his eyes. I'm looking for a weapon. He seems to be a warrior who relied on his sword more than he thought.

By contrast, Angelos can't move to protect me and Selene. If he hits himself in the detour and gets around with that Lucas quickness and takes us hostage, this time he's his checkmate.

If I can cover for something, too.

With breath sealing stones and engravings you should be able to do something......

So I heard a kashly unreliable noise in my hand.

There is a sealing stone of breath in my hand.

Soon the sealed stone was blackened and brittle like charcoal.

When I put my strength into my gripping hand, it collapses even more and breaks with a salad.

"Mr. Andy......"

…………

Speaking of which, I think Lila said it was "disposable".

I see. It doesn't make any difference that I've shot one shot.

Then there's nothing more I can do.

"Ku......"

Just letting Angelos keep buying time like this will eventually bring the limit. Even if Lucas kept threatening us with an extension without coming up with a weapon like this, we don't have the means to fight back, and this is the enemy's nostalgia. I don't know where the backup comes from.

I'd expect Mr. Deane and the others to come and help me out... but Lucas would be tough with Mr. Deane on the boulder in his words. It's Mr. Deane, the Master of Phantoms, and Special Agent Becker 100, the Master of Peeks, who I don't think will ever die, but at least we can't expect it to be as easy to win as it is to look after us.

What are we gonna do?

"... Smythson. Selene."

Angelos whispered to us.

"Can we stop by the corner of the room a little more? It's easy to protect if you limit the direction of being attacked."

"Oh, oh."

"And."

Angelos unties the strings that were tying his hair and spreads his hair sassy.

"Take responsibility."

"Eh."

"You interrupted a man's dowry."

"Because, Angelos, you..."

Angelos chuckled.

"You colored man."

And then the hair paints a fuzzy trajectory, and Angelos storms.

"No, whoa!?

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!

Rage slaughter.

Angelos' sword is fast. Countless shots are emitted by my kinetic vision.

Lucas has no choice but to try to prevent it with the candlestick that was around it, but Angelos has no choice but to slap it off.

"Become small!

Lucas increases the step speed.

Angelos follows.

Faster. Faster.

Everywhere Angelos began to follow.

"What the...!?

"Ahhh!!

Lucas jumps up the table, kicks it on and tries to hold Angelos back. Angelos even breaks that table apart in an instant and approaches Lucas.

Lucas was afraid.

Angelos is obviously not the same as just now. It was peeling off.

Look at the burnt out right hand, stare at me abominably, I have no choice but to grab the still feverish, curved thin sword with my left hand and start responding to Angelos.

But then I can't handle Angelos' sword trident.

"No, ugh......!?

Gakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!

Too fast, a sword trident sound that becomes a continuous sound like dragging a chain on a rock.

An unfamiliar battle defense is obviously boring, said Elf's son, who would not have been glad to have only attacked at all times.

Before long, Angelos taps Lucas' fine sword and breaks it, separating it into one act of attack.

"Ku...... don't do it, Angelos the Slashing Sword. That's it."

"I thought I said I didn't need your help. My friend... no, the reward for hurting my loved one, you wouldn't think that would do it"

"... Ku, Ko, I just didn't want to use this... na!

Lucas sticks his hand behind the tapestry on the wall.

Angelos penetrating faceless.

But when Lucas could escape that Angelos slaughter in inches, he set up what he pulled out of the back of the tapestry.

It's a sword.

It's also a giant sword that's nearly 2m across the blade, like the Auga people use.

"Ha ha! It was hilarious, Angelos the Slashing Sword! But you're too well on the boulder! I told you, I'm the strongest and the supreme being here!

Too big, to be honest, it's a funny weapon.

But there's a complicated tattoo carved all over you, sometimes running rainbow light. That's obviously not a normal weapon.

"... Dragon Slayer"

Blush and a shuddering selenium murmured.

"That one."

"Yeah, I've seen the same thing in a museum in Affilm"

Dragon Slayer, a transcendental warrior who once sparked the Fire Dragon War.

The very weapon of relic civilization that many of them had is also called the Dragon Slayer.

Many of those weapons are said to have been smashed or sealed by people who feared the dragon during the Fire Dragon War a hundred years ago. The few that remain are also mostly under strict control by the state.

Its characteristic is the disruptive energy out of the ordinary orbit. If you shake it, the earth will tear, the great waves will crack, and the clouds will disappear.

Lucas even uses his burnt hands to look daunted, but if that's the legendary dragon slayer, it's too dangerous no matter how much Lucas carries the handles.

"Angelos, run!!

"I don't like it."

Angelos cut and threw away my scream with an instant answer.

... If he gets away, I'm next. Angelos can't get away with this fast. I guess he's going to protect me.

"Ha ha ha!! That's good! Beautiful things are beautiful again at the moment of being broken by hand!!

Lucas got on track.

And then, boom, he shakes up and waves his sword down toward Angelos.

Dragon slayer tattoos unfolded intricately, emitting rainbow light all over the place.

Dowwwwwwww!!

"Ew!!

Angelos on the sidelines.

Lucas' heavily cake-like slaughter produced huge, violent slaughter waves regardless of their blunt weight, creating ground breaks over dozens of meters.

Of course, butcher slaughter every hall. It is well ventilated.

"Ha-ha-ha! What do you say! I don't want to be told to rely on something like this to win, etc., but as long as I have this, I'm invincible! Spread out, Angelos!

I feel chilly at the sight too much.

With such a proper attack, the power to still root down to the building for dozens of meters.

Then a skilled warrior will be able to fight the dragon.

Stuck. There's no way I can fight that.

… we can fight.

"No, wait a minute."

Mr. Deane's face glistened.

What would that guy do? How do you tell me to fight?

…………

Pull the crossbow that was rolling beside me.

Clearly, and with a pulley, wind up the crossbow string.

Hold the arrow while you sit down and aim for that arm of Lucas, who is on track with his stupid big weapon.

"Hey Selene. Can I shoot you?"

"If you're not gonna shoot me, can I shoot you?

"Later."

I pulled the trigger.

pierce Lucas' wrist with crispness.

"Gwwwwwwwww!?

Lucas screams by removing the dragon slayer.

... he's an idiot. I don't think about flying gear or two-sided attacks at all.

"It's my checkmate, Lucas"

On Lucas' throat, Angelos pokes a short sword.

He was saved by an unknown mountain general.

Tie Lucas up behind his back with the rope I was bringing, and Serene magically covers and locks. Now I can detain Lucas for at least a few hours.

"You think you can just do this, half-elf and human"

"At least it's going to be cheaper than being your bride"

Angelos returns it with a true face.

"Sounds better than feeding a dragon slayer, right?"

Says Selene as she kicks the dragon slayer.

"It'll be easier than getting your eyeballs ripped out and your cunt stuffed."

I'll be sarcastic, too.

"Where you tied me up. That dark elf and Sieg Becker won't help. The Southern Legion. Three hundred good men. Sieg Becker..."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Wow!?

As if breaking into a wellside meeting, Special Agent Becker's hundred appeared just fine on.

Behind it is also Mr. Deane.

"Andy, how sweet."

"... screwed up"

"You screwed up! Don't be impotent!

Mr. Deane stares at me carbiding at the tip of one leg with a crying face and hugs me after one shot in the cheek.

I'm a little happy nodding my face at Mr. Deane's tits.

No, if I'm not immersed in as much happiness as this, I'm going to put my thoughts on my one-legged life for the rest of my life, and it's going to break my heart.

"Why are you here... Father?"

"Dior is old knowledge. Since before you were born. I came back for tea and drink."

Mr Deane says in a cold voice.

"I didn't know Dior's son was like this. Will times change after a hundred years?"

"Hey, hey... what do you mean, you, what do you mean!

"Go home and ask your parents slowly. I'll get my daughter back."

"Eh......!!

"Oh, and.... this is for Andy's feet"

Mr. Deane grinned, slamming in a strong kick that would not be strange if Lucas' neck was broken, and busted 5m.

Below is a reconfiguration based on Mr. Deane's story.

It seems that the forest territory, originally centered around this Klabes, was a buffer zone that did not belong to any country until before or after the Fire Dragon War.

Until the firedragon wars burned down cities all over the continent, they couldn't give it anywhere in relation to the force map.

but on the occasion of the Fire Dragon War, the group of nations is forced to restructure, and the forest territory is also integrated into the Celesta after a long bend. In the sense of reluctance, for once traffic was territorialization in a state of refusal to enter the economic zone of what was admitted.

But the invasion from the southern Lapard Islands, which was aimed at forest territory (a small country that can't help itself now that Celesta is armed, but it was a formidable enemy at the time) began, and forest territory did not happen to ask Celesta for help.

However, the mental state from other chambers of commerce was so poor in relation to the scattered reluctance made during the integration that no chamber of commerce offered active support. Direct support from chambers of commerce was essential for the activities of the military because, as mentioned earlier, they were not equipped.

There was also a belly build-up behind it to let the Lapard Islands take it away once and then take it back again with force, from reflections that gave them room to waste because of their inclusion in the discussion, so that they would take it into the economy without question without making it a problem, such as the intentions of each colony leader (apparently).

But then the lush forest becomes a battlefield again and again. The blows the forest takes in the war are immense, and the time and effort it takes to repair them are immeasurable. It was deadly to the forest elves who depended on the forest to live.

It was Mr. Deane (surveying technician at the time) who saw it and helped.

He smashed all the invading army landing bases in the La Per Islands, burned the ship from one end to the other, and forced the battle situation into retreat with just a few dozen surveying teams (all non-combatants except Mr. Deane) upside down.

Of course the forest elves rejoiced. Some felt just humiliated that they were saved by the dark elves they traditionally watch one step down, but they were nevertheless definitely saved from the forest crisis. Particularly pleased was Colony Leader Dior, who somehow gave Mr. Deane a specially tailored long sword.

Since then, Mr. Dior has shown the utmost friendship towards Mr. Diane's oasis colony.

but this one begins with Mr. Dior's dark elf.

Because of the vibrancy of Mr. Deane's work and his beauty, Mr. Dior was not keen on dowry, even though he had no children. I mean, I wasn't keen on making kids.

That's troublesome. Colony leaders are never Dada. Elves have precious lineages in their elves, and especially good blood muscle members become the leadership class among them.

Societies that value blood muscle goodness are sometimes biased.

The leader of the local forest elf seems to have a rule that whatever it is, ten people have to leave their children behind. If that were to nibble at seeing a dark elf painting without signs of making it for decades or one of the kids, I'd be in a hurry.

Still, after persuasion, they managed to have a child.

Not enough at all. Eight more.

But now the daughter-in-law tells me she's tired of making her husband care about it. If this happens again, get my wife from a dark elf to make me have a baby anyway.

Or so the surroundings began to run wild.

Meanwhile, his son and daughter, who grew up dull, grew up in a martial arts museum founded to protect forest territory, wondering about their father, who, when it comes to dark elves, becomes an annoying face, and grew into a fine warrior.

Despite doing it right there, Mr. Dior's surroundings worrying about Mr. Dior's head just because he's uncooperative in making children, and the children who pepper it, and Mr. Dior, who never cares and only does his job properly, are empty with no bite at all.

Confident in the darkness, he calls himself the patron saint of the forest territory, and good thing he was recognized as a master night, a stupid son who runs wild with power.

Anyway, make a child. It's a holedark elf, if it's not enough, it's an ogre. It's an animal man, surrounded by one young daughter after another.

I don't care if it's a dark elf, Mr. Dior, who can poke his knees at the incomprehensibility around him and go halfway.

Stupid son who makes some mistake about his ever-expanding father Harlem and starts making Harlem because of himself, and rolls around to the present day.

And that's what they say.

"... sword, you got it"

"Mm-hmm. I got you knifed. It's me."

"... I mean, you were being proposed"

"Hmm? Why?

Mr. Deane looks strange.

"Didn't you say in the dark elf custom that if I gave you a blade for free, you would propose?"

"It's not free. I would have received that as a reward for martial arts."

…………

Mr. Dior. Perhaps you would have studied and executed the Dark Elf custom, and it seems that after a hundred years you have not even reached her with that intention.

"Pro bono is a gift that you've given me in return for nothing."

Besides, in the form of riding that ass horse, it seems that I'm kind of the only one who didn't receive the money because I'm not very upstanding and embarrassed.

"Well, I just found out behind the scenes."

Special Agent Becker, a hundred men, peers outside through a broken wall.

"Thank you. It's troublesome that blood muscles replace people's expectations. Hip wipes are starting to get together."

"... something like fifty people"

"They're still coming together. How many are there?"

I hear Mr. Deane reads the signs outside with unbeatable accuracy by Special Agent Becker's hundred. I'm still holding me tight.

"Earlier, Lucas said something about two infantry corps and one cavalry under his command."

When Angelos reports, Special Agent Becker's hundred snorted before subtly distracting his gaze.

"Right.... Angelos, you were beautiful."

"I didn't change my face."

"Well, yes.... poisonous to the eyes, wear it"

Apply a quick jacket to Angelos, who is still one under his torn chest armor.

Damn, it's a little cool. I would have done it if I had a jacket so I could take it off and give it to you.

"... Secret Service Hundred Man Clothes, Too Long Arms"

"Sleeve around. Tie your belly."

Plus, you get it when you're big. That's the point of cumming over there.

In the end, we couldn't help but udder in this hall, so while we were concerned about the multitude of people who had yet to show signs of standing up, we decided to leave.

At Selene's hands, I and Selene are covered in phantoms, but the point is that the mirage seems to be moving, unnatural and extreme, to the point of rest.

"Sooner or later."

Selene slapped Pong and his hand before leaving the hall and ran pepper to Lucas, who was falling apart.

"I kinda forgot to give back Mr. Andy's share, too"

"Oh, don't be too clumsy."

I already won, but it doesn't make sense to hurt me any more. I'm talking about Selene, so I stab her and I can twist her 90 degrees, so I'm worried and I say,

"You're kind to Mr. Andy, aren't you? My leg was cut off. Shouldn't you have chopped this one back, too?

"Don't smile at me like that when you're really scared."

"Eh heh heh."

I laughed and misled.

And.

"Now if you'll excuse me... yes"

I stepped.

No, that's not a level of disrespect anymore. If the floor were a tree, it would be enough momentum to step through it, and I stepped on it as much as I wanted.

Blink.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Lucas' scream echoes.

... I don't dare say it because it just hurts to think of something about where I stepped.

"Selene, for God's sake..."

"Well, the truth is, that's what I hate so much that it's still not enough to tear the five bodies apart and stuff them all up."

"Yes, no, calm down, Selene"

"You're calm, aren't you? I forgive you just for not taking long."

Selene laughing.

Special Agent Becker and I watched Lucas peel off his white eyes and keep shaking, and somehow he looked at each other and nodded.

Selene is the type of woman you shouldn't turn to your enemies.

So, for now, I was lent a shoulder by Selene, and the other faces slowly walk out onto the front street while I put my weapon in my sheath, and an infantry full of roads and a dozen horsemen greet me beyond.

You'll do it with the elite soldiers in the example. Special Agent Becker, a hundred men, whistled.

"You're in the way of business. Could you step aside?"

"That's what the dark elves say."

Says one of the infantry in a tone of ridicule. This guy is human. Am I intoxicated by Lucas' lineage for any reason?

"There's been a report of someone being raped at the general's house. … you."

Did you report... butler elves? Well, there was also a dragon slayer blow and some stupid act, and it's not strange if your neighbors are surprised.

"It was the general who broke out. I thought you were drunk."

"It clogs me. Either way, it's your fault. The General is always right and we are always right"

"Though I heard that religion is not an elf field. This is a mess."

When a hundred Secret Service chiefs shrug their shoulders, the infantry kills them.

"Let's do it"

"Wait, it's Sieg Becker, he's..."

"Ace night."

"What, if it's ace night, it's here too"

"The other two are women. They, why are you so spared?

Words whispered by mouth. Special Agent Becker is quite famous for his special intelligence brigade...

So, Angelos and Mr. Deane are completely unknown. Well, Angelos can't help it because it's complicated, but Mr. Deane doesn't even know it.

"Yes, sir. I know you're loyal to your boss, so get out of the way. It's Krabeth's night. Let me slow down in my fluffy bed."

A hundred Secret Service chiefs wave flirtatiously. More murderous infantry.

A soldier with a spear advances out of it. He's an elf young man.

"Do you fool around knowing we're a flourishing Southern Second Infantry, Sieg Becker"

"I don't think I'm making a fool of myself. But for the sake of prosperity, my face has changed a lot."

"Though I thought there were many more boney jizzies at the time they said the third step soldiers in the west, the second step soldiers in the south. What, it's just parasols and elves?"

"Ro, can you stick to the old soldier and keep his strength, etc! Times are always flowing, and the young power drives away the old!

"Then don't fly the flag of your ancestors like it's flourishing. That's the reputation they got."

"Ku...... everywhere busy"

A young elf puts up a spear.

A hundred Secret Service chiefs sneak up... ru, before that, Mr. Deane controls them by hand.

"Do you have a spear on your side"

"Are you on my side? Will your allies harm the general?"

The young elf, who was a killer in Mr. Deane's inquiry, answered instantly.

Mr. Deane lays his eyes down quietly.

"Right, aren't you on your side? … I will kill my enemies"

"If it's something you can kill! This Ace Night dude..."

Before taking over the words, the youth elf had been kicked up by Mr. Deane to fly as high as eight metres.

Cancer, and a broken spear rolls to the ground.

"I'm on my mind right now.... call from anywhere. I'll kill them all."

A genuine killing spirit burns from Mr. Deane.

I didn't even show it when I fought Lyla, a serious intent to kill.

A destructive impulse on the verge of being able to play, in a quiet tone.

"Ahhh.... you guys should run away together. The current captain seriously sucks. Because even ten ace nights can't stop you."

"Oh my... is that happening!!

"A hundred of our second infantry soldiers on one horse! To one dark elf without a night class..."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! You can count on it, call me! The sin of hurting my man is not enough for all of you!!

Gowww!!

Mr. Deane releases the kick into space. That was it, two or thirty infantry, jumped and slammed into the trees and the ground.

The shock wave Angelos made me hit with a knife, and Mr. Deane can kick that out. No, if you care about that, you can definitely get it out with your hands. Any weapon.

How many warriors can endure if the hands and feet of so much power are genuinely butched in?

Mr. Deane is not unarmed. There's no point in having it.

Now I know.

It's not like Lucas. This man is the real strongest.

"But did I say Deane? It's not a big deal for a handless dark elf. I felt something close to the old dragon slayer. '

Lyla's line that comes back to the back of her brain.

... What would happen if I let Mr. Deane have a dragon slayer?

Isn't that what makes you a dragon-class disaster creature?

"What's up!! The only thing with good prestige is your mouth!! Call me, call me! And die!! He says call from anywhere!!

The infantry revamped elf followers also fear Mr. Deane, who stands alone.

But an arrow aimed the Deane out of the darkness of the trees.

"Abrupt......!!

Selene hurries to hold on to my mouth trying to raise my voice. When I raise my voice, my surrounding perceptions are concentrated and my phantoms are solved.

but it was not an arrow or any other number of objects to Mr. Deane.

"Hmm."

He's gone.

Mutual or better with Lucas. I'm already moving at a speed that won't even stop me from seeing it. It didn't do her any good, such as an archer who I knew would be there.

A few seconds later, an elf archer falls from trees everywhere. Mr. Deane had uniformly stunned me.

"Then it's a monster..."

"Can you beat that..."

Soldiers who have lost their hips start to show weakness in their mouths. A hundred Secret Service chiefs sighed.

"Ha, Master Knight says they're all monsters. I was wondering what it was."

Surrounded by an alley of nasal screaming.

Something keeps crawling and running away from too much Mr. Deane's shrewd.

"Ku...... don't run, don't run!! You guys are still proud guardians of elf territory!

It would be a ten-man class, it looks like a miscellaneous fish is still trying to inspire allies.

but blocked that his mouth with a sword, and a gracefully red-haired elf advanced.

"It's a loss. Know the drill, Dover Ten."

"... Dear Aurora"

"A strong man is something that doesn't reduce his power to mischief. It's a good idea of tactical goals and only shows strength when you need it. It's just a purposeless assault. It's useless."

"Hi-kun..."

"... Good day, Angelos from" Slashwind Sword "." Daydream, "Sieg Becker. And" God of War, "Dean."

"'God of War' …"

"Maybe of that trot war..."

"Did you guys challenge without knowing? Pity."

Apparently, Mr. Deane had two cool names, too. Maybe Aurora is the maniac in that hand.

Either way, it's a daydream, Special Agent Hundred.

"And Mr. Smythson. You don't know..."

Smiled at me. They found out.

Aurora kneels gracefully, only gracefully, on a green path of screaming and despair. And beg Mr. Deane for forgiveness.

"Today, forgive my brother for his disrespect. In my name, I will atone for what I make amends."

…………

Mr. Deane slowly unties his fist. Finally the great rise of terror ended, and both the soldiers who were trembling and the ordinary citizen elves who were hiding took a whopping breath.

Miraculously, there were no deaths on Mr. Deane's big stand.

He said, "I don't mind if I die. I was gonna beat him up."

Mr. Deane ran out with his true face as he swallowed his tea. Scary.

"Nothing else. Andy's dying.... If Lyla was here, Krabeth would be gone."

"Ah."

"... Indeed"

Selene and Angelos nod. Special Agent Becker Hundred and Aurora said,? He looked. "

A hotel room. Selene and Mr. Deane's room.

I took three rooms, one for me and the Secret Service Chief, and one for Angelos.

Hmm, I'm supposed to say hello to the proof of reconciliation for now, and I'm inviting Aurora to a tea party at night.

I'm on Mr. Deane's bed, by the way. Until just now, I had a tough time re-handling it.

"Mr. Smythson is really popular, isn't he? I can't believe Deane took care of that god of war so much."

"Well, will you stop saying that? Bad sitting."

Mr. Deane looks uncomfortable.

"He's my greatest admirer. Be strong and humble, be genius and hard-working, be charismatic and humane"

You're absolutely right. You're a truly incredible creature when you put it into words like this, Mr. Deane.

"I was learning the same engraving experience as Mr. Smythson during the day. … I met Mr. Smythson, who had lived only in the sword so far, and on the day I took the course thinking if there was anything else to be fond of, I had more fun learning than I thought."

My gaze hurts. Don't pay attention to me, guys. What kind of "again" eye is that?

"But above all, I felt destined after the closing of the lecture. When I was driven by childish pride to insult Mr. Angelos, Mr. Smythson told me to learn a country called Celesta. I've been thinking about it ever since, and I've realized that my world is too narrow. While I thought I could teach humans the breadth of the world to short-lived humans... I realized I still didn't have the accumulation to look down on anyone on anything. As defiant as anything, it was my defeat. … I didn't expect to be so distracted by just people who didn't compare it with a sword."

"Um, me, I didn't think so much and say..."

"And I can't believe that Mr. Smythson beats that brother that day. I can't believe Mr. Smythson let that brother win the battle when he's just an irresistible monster who cares about his appearance in that brief, colorful, cerebral flower garden. I felt once again the breadth of the world, the human potential."

"No, it's not like I beat General Lucas..."

"Me, this is still the man's sister. It doesn't make sense now, but only this bloodstream can ignore anyone in this city. I think it would be best if I accompanied you for a while in order to avoid my brother in the future. Of course, I can also study my own games."

It's kind of more and more the usual pattern.

Guys, don't look at me like that. Stop him.

This isn't all my fault. Angelos, that was cool when I helped you earlier, but this isn't my fault, is it?

'... ha'

Other than the Secret Service Hundred and Aurora sighed at the same time.

"Well, she certainly knows what she's talking about."

"Honestly, given Smythson's assistance, I'm pretty sure I want manpower in the future"

"Ugh... but I'm a little complicated."

Assistance, I am reminded once again that I have no other leg because I am told so.

"... but Andy's leg, but we need to operate properly if we can. If you don't take care of it properly, your thighs are in danger."

"Can't you manage to fix it?... Well, if it hadn't healed, it wouldn't have healed, and I'd be responsible for helping all the time."

"Ugh, I would... I mean, maybe if I went back to the polka, this would heal right away..."

Angelos, who could have done it, and Deane, who was thinking about it, stop, fitting.

Let the universe stray its gaze for a few seconds or so, and Cancer and I stand up and point to Selene at the same time.

'That's it!

Special Agents Becker and Aurora were neat in the same pose they were about to drink tea.

(cont 'd)