Half-elves Fall in Love

Inn dining room.

Examination on the street every morning as well.

"Maybe it's time."

With that grunt, Mr. Hilda rewrote my footprint dramatically with a medical engraved pen.

I don't have to use ink because it's a direct drawing that doesn't leave any marks engraved with ink (the elves don't have to use ink because I can read the engraved marks with my own eyes, apparently) I can't read the details, but I know that it's very different from the one I've been engraving.

"How are you rewriting it?"

"Hmm? Uh, I'm just putting all the tattoos I've been carving in the counter and erasing them."

"Oh."

Counters in engravings refer to opposing shapes, that is to say, the prints of existing and opposite effects. If you draw this from the top and put it down for a while, you will magically go back to being completely flat, offsetting the effect of the shapes below.

That is.

"It's time for you to walk normally, Andy. Maybe in the afternoon."

"Yay!

That's the Polka Spirit Springs.

I really didn't expect it to heal completely. No, I believed you, but I kind of want to dream about it.

Me happy to jump up.

And the moment I jumped up, I was occasionally on the ground with some pain called Missy.

"Yikes, pain ah!?

"Oh, I erased the prints, so the connection isn't stable anymore, is it? You should go to the hot springs as soon as possible and start taking care of yourself."

"Ha, say it quickly"

My eyes tears as I crawl to the ground.

... Yeah, well, if you think about it, you'll see, and it's my fault for being careless.

And a regular morning bath.

When I went into man water in a way that almost dragged me by Lyla and Mr. Hilda, there was a client inside.

"Oh, young man."

It's Sir Bonaparte, the traveler's old man.

"Ho."

Sorry to bother you.

Lyla and Mr. Hilda drag me a little further apart from the old man in a subtly tense manner.

"Hey, isn't that nice, Lila?"

"Ugh, um. It's been a long time since I've been screwed over by a boulder."

"I, my uncle, am not a bit of a type..."

Was there a bad type of these two?

... so Sir Bonaparte looked subtly complicated as he was soaking in the water and listening to it.

"I'll tell you what, I'm a wife. Finally, since the war seven years ago, my sword hasn't worn a bit."

"... are you a bad blonde?

"Uhm. Thanks to my mistress two escape...... uhhhh"

Sir Bonaparte in haste to deceive.

Regardless of Celesta, I guess she cares that it's not great in pre-construction to relate to more than one woman in the trot.

... Behind it, I heard a hitahita and a walk over the water.

"Right. It did a bad thing."

It was Mr. Deane. My spine is stretched, my eyes are never loose, but I'm not as alert as the liras.

"... Lord Deane. It's a man's dream to soak himself in the water alongside the famous Black God of War."

"Though I always dip in the same water as my men in my own troops?

"... Hey young man. Could the Celesta Army be Paradise"

"No, maybe that's okay, Mr. Deane."

And this old man has a pretty good gut, too.

While I was soaking in the water, the severe pain I ran on my legs was also relieving.

Now it's okay to kick some water with a little effort.

"Yeah.... if you can make that move, it's almost fully healed. And then when all the superficial scars heal, you don't have to worry about moving."

"Okay.... Now there's no 'but', is there?

"It's okay, it's okay. Trust Dr. Hilda."

... Finally.

Finally. About a month and a half of bitter season.

Finally, I returned (almost) satisfied.

"Ha... ha, I did it ah. Health is great."

"That's what they all say when they're discharged. Don't forget, Andy."

"Yes."

Me standing and flying and kicking the water and shaking halfway.

And then I'll grab that leg of mine and pull it down in the water, Mr. Lyla and Mr. Hilda.

"Ho. Doesn't that mean we don't need to be reluctant in the future, either?

"Andy Kuhn. You want a check up fee later?

"... well, yeah"

I forgot.

With that said, these people, they're de sluts, but now you're suppressing them.

So, approaching us like that, I heard Mr. Deane and his old man soaking up the water across the street, looking out over the mountains of the distant Blue Snake Mountains and doing something memorable.

"I knew it in that fight. Our time is coming to an end."

"I don't care if they give up on that one... well, I don't deny that there was a way to beat you"

"Ha... we prided ourselves more on our inheritance of tradition. but I was too obsessed with it, and in the course of a new era, I became confident in a method of warfare that couldn't be countered by crossbow tactics. I defended the pride of the old battlefield. We also knew that the magic of sensory enhancement existed in the elves at a longer range than Crossbow thought and then could be targeted, but it was our oldest responsibility to keep many of our men off the battlefield again without knitting out tactics that understood the possibility"

"I have trouble bragging about ancient ginseng about you. I'm two hundred and seven this year."

"Ha ha, this is disrespectful"

Surprisingly soothing.

"Excuse me.... ugh. I still like this water. I feel like I can still fight just because I'm soaking up"

The old man is boiling water and washing his face thoroughly. That would be to send the spiritual springs' spiritual experiments to the vivid right eye as well as the graft scars.

"We'll actually still be able to fight. He said he strained the Blue Dragon."

"You didn't have to have these eyes. Blizzard braces are hard to do because I can't see when they're going to run out when I'm done throwing up"

Blue white eyes, red eyes, giddy right eye.

The old man walks with his goggles on when he usually walks around the area. Probably to keep this eye out.

The eyes were, to be honest, creepy as being compatible with the human orbit.

"Eye of the Holy Beast...... was it? Which Holy Beast did you get it from?

"I guess I can tell by telling someone else... he was a guy named Shoegazer"

"Oh, the sky tiger's"

"Ho? I study well."

"I snuck up to the sanctuary ten years ago."

Sky Tiger.

I don't know what's going on in principle, but he's a diseased tiger in the air. There are only five heads in the sanctuary.

... When did you come to make that knife, Mr. Deane, to the sanctuary?

I'm too brave to be from another country or an elf.

"Don't tell me the eyes of a sky tiger read through space.... I don't know if I'll be able to get my hands on this next time I'm going to be dealing with us."

"Ha, if you tell this me to fight Celesta again, I'll rebel against the boulders. I've had enough of God of War's punishment."

"Let's hope so."

I don't know, there's a fine toge, but we're both calmer than we thought, or we're talking about war at a state of public discourse.

That was strange.

"Old man."

"Hmm?"

"... you don't hate or scare me about Mr. Deane?

"Ha, I may not be afraid, but I don't hate you. The war is over."

The old man laughed karakara.

"Look, young man. War doesn't mean hating. Do it because you need it. You can't go wrong."

"Oh, oh."

"Soldiers die because they need to get their hands dirty with blood. Not because I hate you. Anything that wields power has to be rational. Remember if you're a soldier too. The battle of military personnel and the reasons for it must not be unnecessary. Being hostile to them until normal times can't be necessary. My pain was what I needed. That's all."

"... I see"

That's the Supreme Sword Saint.

Clear, with firm convictions.

... but Mr. Deane stared at such an old man's face and looked a bit harsh.

…………

"… um, something"

"... then you have regained the power to fight, too, because you need...?

"I don't care if they ask me for a reason. Five body satisfaction will be important for the rest of your life, young man."

"Oh, oh... of course I do"

…………

Mr. Deane looked as tough as ever.

... Is there anything to worry about?

Walking back to the inn, Selene, Apple and Angelos, who were having lunch, circled their eyes at the appearance.

"Mr. Andy!?

"Feet, is that enough?"

"Oh. There's no more hindrance to walking"

I have just over three weeks left until the end of my vacation, and my purpose will have almost been achieved.

"Congratulations, Andy!

"Pa, we have to party... ah, so, but I'm still cooking..."

"Let's do it together, Apple!

"Uh-huh."

Celene and Apple rejoice hand in hand as they rise. Really looks like sisters.

Angelos and Aurora said they would help it out, and Lyla and Jeanne were liquor - thrilled.

And Mr. Deane and Mr. Hilda look over at such companions with pleasure.

... And in all that alone, Maia the Blue Dragon is standing there with a troubled face as to what's going on.

"What's up, Maia"

"... human"

Maia looks up at me and still looks in trouble.

"I don't know what to do during the celebration"

"... why don't you just eat and drink, too?

I don't know what you're in trouble with.

And Lyla looked stunned.

"Ho. You think you can celebrate her innocence? That's not a dragon rider. I left her Dragon Night."

"... then why can't I stay?"

I'm still not sure about the Dragon values.

"... it was with the greatest authority of the dragon that he succumbed to his daughter's combination. Enemy, so to speak. I'm telling you, it would be annoying to have that in your celebration seat."

"So, you were the enemy?

"... how can you be so comfortable when you're about to get killed?"

Lyla is really scared.

... No, but as far as I'm concerned... you know?

"But you're not gonna attack me anymore, are you?

"... that's because you're a dragon rider"

"Then drink and eat. I want you to be more of a parent polka. I want you to bridge that phaser and other elves so that they can have an easy shopping relationship in this town."

"... carrots"

"I'm not human. Andy Smythson."

…………

"... no, well, you can call me Boy or Ten Chiefs whatever you want"

Lyla doesn't say "boy," lately, but Jeanne still says ten men long.... both Aurora and Angelos are ten people long.

"Bye, Andy.... if you'll watch, I'll eat."

"If I told you to do it and you look like you don't care, I won't. If you're a dragon rider, take responsibility for what the dragon does."

"... yes, no, I see that right, but I'm Lyla's..."

"If you'll watch, fine"

Keep Maia out of my sight, sit at the table around there and wait.

"Ho, what a very sweet blue dragon."

"... is that sweet?

"What else does it look like? I'm telling you, Andy, I can't impress you with more women."

"Heh, more."

Woman, not dragon.

"Lord, at best you can only take care of the night around the face right now, right? If you leave me alone for more than a week, I'll make you sick."

"… please don't be too shy once you have other customers"

"Ho? Why is that a tribute?"

Please. It means something, Chisho.

That evening, a party hosted by Selene and Apple was held in the dining room rental out of the inn.

By the way, they also funded the Baron family a bit. Thank you, Baron.

"Ha ha, I knew Northern liquor was yes! It feels like a dwarf lover's gut!

"Mm-hmm. The more often, the more wild the taste."

"You guys, why don't you just drink and eat some food.... don't drink too much, because unlike those two, you get drunk."

"Uh-huh. Arndy, huh? Doctor, this place has been really tight on you, Andy, hasn't it? It's about time, didn't you really think that your body, mind, front and back were stained with my color?

"Hi, Dr. Hilda, you're drinking too much."

"Apple, don't be alarmed, because in Mr. Hilda's case, you're the one who might make it look like you're showing a gap and eating as much as you can."

"I see... I'll study as a woman."

"... that's anyway, Andy. I think so. I suppose? Yeah, what were you talking about?

"Angelos is drinking too much too, don't get caught up in the pace of the Jeannes"

Liquor lovers, healthy and sexually unhealthy (Hilda.) I enjoy each one of them.

"Oh, Andy, I tried to make this."

"Ooh. Get it."

Eat the frightening pieces of chicken steak Apple brought with her nervous face.

"What do you say?

"... quite delicious"

I wonder why you have a complex or something.

"Oh, good... I was a little nervous because I couldn't do it as well as Selene"

"... uh"

I don't know about Selene... I guess I can do anything I don't like.

Now if I could have a sword, even Mr. Deane might be summery. It's omnipotent. Plain.

If it was compared to that, I'm convinced.

"Above"

Maia, who stumbled on the side, said so with a true face.

Apple that subtly pulls.

…………

"Don't follow me, a mixture. I have also been treated to a pretty amazing cook of the silver family. Rate it as above"

"Maia"

Beat Bessi on Maia's head.

"It is forbidden to say a mixture. If I tell you next time, I'm gonna ask Lyla to stay real."

"... sorry"

I apologized unexpectedly and honestly.

... I mean, it feels like I saw Maia. It looks a little above Jeanne, a little below Angelos, so I slapped it casually, but I wouldn't like it if it hit the roots too.

It's pointless and exciting.

"Hmm, young man. Have a drink."

"Ah, old man"

The old man also showed up in the dining room. Keep it goggled by example.

I invited him because I was grateful for your help.

"Hmm. This is' The Great Ice Plains'. And ten years of stuff."

"Old man's got a nice mouth, too."

"I don't like you."

I drank a lot.

Keep your hips down on Ston and the chair and snort muffled.

"Uhm."

And as it was, I knocked my neck down at the speed of sound and slept.

"Hey!?

"Weak... to such a weak guy..."

Maia looked so subtle on the side.

... Yeah, well, sword arms and booze strength aren't proportional, are they? Yeah.

And in the middle of the night, the banquet is cut off.

... ostensibly.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Ho. You're having a serious mate here. Will you bully me tonight?

"Ahhh... let it be, it's a corner, so am I..."

"Apple, your husband needs to be properly sweet."

"Wow, I haven't had much of a hug lately either... don't hesitate to pour it on me, okay?

"Looks like Atashi can't wait anymore..."

Everyone was pushing into my room except Angelos, who had been bugged by booze, and Aurora, who had drunk against him and crushed him.

"This is gonna be a big job."

but you can hug me all you want without time limit anymore, so my motivation was pretty full too.

"Heh heh. You're rude today."

"Uhm. Today's the day I'm gonna get you pregnant."

"Ah, ahhh... uh... female slaves, you can get pregnant... right?

"It's okay. ♪ I'd rather have more and more ♪

"Wow, I'm not really going to be able to get pregnant... but don't hesitate"

"Atashi's in the middle of nowhere."

"Calm down, you guys."

Well, the least calm thing is my penis.

"Heh heh. Well, it's been a long time since I've seen sperm hell."

If I do, Mr. Hilda will do the magic for fun.

... It was going to be a long night.

(cont 'd)