Half-elves Fall in Love

For now, Maia desperately asks me to calm down, and I myself manage to outrun the rain of arrows with Lila's phantom (reflecting my phantom elsewhere than me, and I myself hid it) to get nothing.

Though, it was mostly insurance, as Maia's dragon body grew harder to shoot into boulders after she got into view.

... so I get pinched by Maia back in the human body and Lyla in clothes and pulled in front of everyone.

"Ha, I'm home"

"Hi back Smythson. I thought Selene was the only female slave when I left, but she's surrounded by beauty."

Williams smiles.

Yeah. If that's what you're gonna smile at, I want you to smile properly on the top half of your face.

other crew following it.

"Angelos, I want to get an explanation of what it's like to have a collar attached to ten chiefs."

"On the other hand, I just looked at it and the collar is hifu's... and there are seven of them!?

"What do you mean, Smythson Ten Chiefs! Why are hundreds of people watching such outrages in silence!

"Well, after that, it's like the dragon from earlier, is that it?"

Not sure how to answer those questions, Cohon, coughed up and Mr. Deane stood before me.

"Uh, well... can you just say tomorrow morning about Smythson? We just got back from a long journey."

"No!"

"Hundred Leaders, this is a military law conference of our minds!

Mr. Deane sighs deeply, staring at the crew members who complain with a rather serious face.

"I hate to say this, but that's why you guys don't have any luck with women."

"Duh, what do you mean!

"Me, Selene, and Angelos, anyway, were showing all the ugliness without saying hello even though there were a bunch of first-time women, and no more women in favor of you"

"Knock..."

"Ugh."

Musty crew members who subtly lose momentum.

Angelos chased him there.

"Mostly, you're overstretching your feathers because you don't have me or a hundred captains, you guys. Private use of military weapons is a barn."

"Well, that's..."

Scared crew.

"Or Williams, Isaac, did you guys allow that?

"I have to ask you to submit a report. Worst case scenario, some demotion."

If Mr. Deane joins in and threatens, just as everyone loses color.

I feel a little sorry for you, but, well, I can't even think of any excuses to explain it right now.

"More than that, Deane, do you have a room for us to stay?

The worst is in the carriage, anywhere.

"Ruru"

Hilda and Jeanne, who are exquisitely out of the flow, and Maia, who, as always, is turning hostility into the rest of the crew.

Aurora and Lyla are transcendent, and Selene and Apple are modestly watching the flow of the field.

"... the rest is tomorrow morning. All right? And my sisters are going to the guest room. I'll have you ready for a miscellaneous fish sleep for exactly one night or so."

In a word like Mr. Deane's push, everyone in the squad leans back.

And us left behind.

"... you're a very radical squad."

"Isn't it too radical...?

"I'm sorry. If we were here, we'd be a little more disciplined."

'Cause I thought Selene was just plain jealous when she got here.

"It kind of feels like a long time ago."

Yeah, but I think he's back.

This asshole and energetic air, this is our crossbow squad.

If you think so, I'm not even very angry. No, I was scared.

The next day.

Exactly at first, in a calm morning seat, an introduction (and insignificant excuse) was made to the self other than the one who had been there since the beginning.

"I have been transferred from the Second Infantry Corps of the Southern Legion, and I am offering Deane in the custody of the Special Intelligence Brigade, Aurora Ten Commanders. Thank you very much."

For Aurora's graceful work, everyone sighs.

I don't know, Mr. Deane or Angelos are refreshing and a little far from a feminine sensation.

"I'm Deane's sister and Dr. Hilda, the magic doctor. I'm going to talk to you about everything from tooth decay to Simo's problems. "

This one is in the usual condition. And with a clean impression, the proposition that circled on Mr. Deane, and the subtle phrase "Dawn and the beautiful woman doctor at your disposal, too," many guys get a natural snort rough.

"Wife."

In Mr. Deane's annotation, too, 30% of the guys are depressed, and the rest, on the contrary, start snorting absurdly.

No, you guys.

"Jeanne Klux. Apprenticed to Chief Smythson at the Colony of the Great Desert Labyrinth to follow."

Jeanne must also be a beautiful girl in Jeanne. Mainly the Dwarves and some troubled hobbyists returned that smiling look.

Yeah. So far. Well, nothing's wrong with it as it is.

The problem is after this.

"Um, it's called Apple... I'm Selene's best friend... and I swore a vow of female slavery... with Selene, and, uh... that"

Some parts of my memory flew and I subtly had trouble introducing myself to Apple. Serene puts help in there.

"Uh, uh, well, I was sick, but thanks to Mr. Hilda, I'm cured. Clear and take the first step in your life as a slave, huh?

"... ugh, yeah"

That's right.

In the meantime, Apple decided not to mislead.

I can't be a little deluded, and we can't all have nothing to do with me.

It was Ms Deane's suggestion that it would be more acceptable to mix the truth at some point.

... Oh, but I'm staring at cancer. If my gaze is aggressive, it might be time for me to put my life in danger.

So, two more in question.

"Lila."

"... Maia"

"This one's my sister. I was supposed to take care of Deane."

They're two people who don't look alike at all, but they line up in terms of skin whiteness and aesthetics. Speaking of sisters, they don't even look like sisters.

... I was going to ask these guys to hide who they are.

No, I can say it's a dragon, but I have trouble replying when people tell me why I have you two like that. I'm in real trouble. 'Cause I'm not sure either.

"Wait, did Maia look like a dragon to you?"

"I saw Ola too."

Naturally a voice that rises.

Yeah.

And what I saw yesterday.

"Ho. It's a phantom. We have witchcraft. Maia often uses dragon illusions in pranks."

"I'm sorry."

"... so forgive me"

... I decided to push it through with these excuses.

In the city of Lila-freaked helicopters, Lila took the suspicion backwards when she came down.

"Hey, what the fuck?"

"Is that what happened? I'm really freaked out."

Everyone who is deceived brilliantly.

Yes. What a dragon is basically a distant world superexistence. No, it's not even real.

Mostly I can handle this...... should.

Thank you all for the gendarmerie at Helicopter. Thanks to your tips.

And when Lyla and I finished introducing ourselves, a beautiful female soldier with a cool impression advanced from after that.

"Ten Lynne Micagami...... No, I'm a soldier. I was in the Third Step Soldier of the Western Legion, but this time I was going to take care of you here. Best regards,"

... who.

"... what about her?

Angelos also asks in wonder.

Mr. Deane exhaled in his arms and supplemented me.

"He's a werewolf beast and an ace night. He was ten chiefs because he was an ace, but he voluntarily offers a demotion wish because he's young and because there's an unknown part of him growing up in a neglected colony and he's too immature. but even though he did it with the brilliant and famous" Third Step Soldier of the West ”. Combat power has also been beaten by the command."

"Heh..."

Angelos looks funny. The same goes for Aurora. I guess you thought you had a good rival.

"And I don't know... uh, Isaac? Is it true he's your fiancée?

"... yeah well, the"

Isaac is lit. Micagami, blush your cheeks like you don't even look like a good soldier... Uhm.

Gathering everyone's gaze at Isaac's murder.

Men who even crunch their teeth.

"What you're saying the other day is different, Isaac... you said something easy to admire."

"Damn it... to Isaac's... to the cow's..."

I don't think that's how you guys have to let SITTO power go. I know just how you feel.

...... Ha.

"This is... jealousy..."

"Oh, hey Smythson? You're on my side, aren't you? You're a hundred men. You're doing great."

"What is it, Isaac, is that true!

"Thanks for the info, Isaac. Our SITTO power seems to be going the wrong way."

Wow, the spear's converging on me all at once!

"Hundred Chiefs, is the story true now!

"Hundred men! Not even you!

"Ugh, shut up. Shut up. I don't care who I go out with."

So is the reaction different from that of Nashi?

"Damn it, Smythson, for the ten chiefs!

"Even though I'm jealous of just embodying her in my brain!

"Oh, you guys have some respect for your bosses and stuff around there for once!

"Ugh, what kind of hand did you use, you de pervert!

"Judge evil! Give her the hammer!

Uplifting, no-good agents.

"If you think about it, let me put the collar on everyone! How much livestock are you getting away from the barracks!

"I even wrote my name on this watch!

"Wait, wait, there's a reason for this!

It's a lie, though.

It's an excuse to solidify it with lies.

─ ─ In certain villages across the desert far away, women without collars have a custom of not being pissed off if attacked without question.

The collar is not just a collar. Evidence of asylum and possession by men.

Even though he is not so exceptional as a traveller, if a woman accidentally visits the village by herself, there is plenty of danger of rape and abduction imprisonment by the extravagants competing for the number of wives.

For this reason, Obaba and the others in the village gave us the collar, the travellers, by saying strongly not to take it off for a moment.

My name is in it because of the village's "show my husband's name" custom, and I was chosen as the temporary owner of the women because I was only one man in a row.

By the way, Mr. Hilda was married, so he couldn't even wear a collar with another man's name in it, and he didn't go into the village. Mr. Deane just didn't put it on because no matter what man attacked him, he could super afford to bounce back.

They were all wearing collars because it was a place to stay before such a village returned.

I was thinking about fiction settings like that.

"Yes, lying."

"It's a well-known fact that Chief Smythson is the root collar bastard"

"It's the same place you made it or named it made it for Selene! It is obvious that it is your handmade!

He was spotted in one shot.

"Even if Selene is convinced by her hobby that she did so, Angelos Ten Chiefs! What do you mean!

"Aurora, ten men long! Rather marry me!

"Ji, Jeanne, come to my wife with Ora."

A place to go around and be a grand confession competition for some reason.

And the Great Ball Crushing Games.

"Oh, Andy can rely a lot on that one..."

"Do I look like the first woman I've ever met who walked past me?

"It's not what I like to look like, Grandma."

And the Great Reverse Cut Games.

"Smythson Ten Chief!!

"Guilty you!

"Let him hit you once! With a direct frontal strike!

"No, don't -!

I'll do everything I can to get out of here. More than a dozen crew members to follow.

Mr. Deane was sighing and dropping me off, presenting a new agenda to the rest of the crew.

I'm willing to let him do it until I feel better. Sure, holding these guys down would just plain harass them.

"So if it's just me and Selene, we've had a little too many women anyway, so I'm going to build a new building..."

Okay, let's get out of here.

I hope we can get away with this.

I hope they're all like me.

... No?

Ultimately, he was hung by a tree and barbecued directly underneath while being meshed out overnight.

Damn you, you bastards.

And a month passed after the squad restarted.

Mr. Deane and Angelos were the same.

Occasionally, Mr. Deane is a solid hundred captains while making a bit of an eclectic temptation, and Angelos is the chairman of the Wind Discipline Committee after all...... no, I guess it's gotten a little sweet.

Selene is also a Medical Clerk and Miscellaneous Clerk as before. Apple is... surprisingly capable of fortune telling and so on, going to the city and making money.

Mr. Hilda is a medical clerk with Selene... while somehow using herbs around here for new drug development days. I always get pushed down and deluded when I ask why I don't go home.

Aurora is incorporated into the Angelos Platoon while serving as a guest. Even so, there's no outing, so it's just training.

Orthodox Micagami soldiers seem to be more delicate than Angelos or Aurora would expect, and occasionally they are seen playing amazing swordspears with triplets.

Jeanne takes care of Lyla. Lyla and Maia... so far, the sun is shining in the newly built women's quarters. Relax.

Maia was almost like a kitten, and I was a little concerned that Lyla was strangely dear, anyway, because every time I visited she would be gobbly sweet.

The sexual approach that has been so intense on the journey since I got here is also modest.

I don't demand anything, I just sit by the window every day looking at the northern sky.

Is it hard for me to hide who I am as a dragon?

That helps that Lila is making an adult out not to be my inconvenience, the main keeper dragon, and that's the best part... things go crazy when this is too much.

If I told Lyla that.

"Ho. Either way.... I'm not just in the mood, just like this."

And as soon as I said something I wasn't sure, I shut up.

I'm a little restless myself, too.

The squad is the same. I'm not particularly busy or free, train, take care of weapons, drink and make noise occasionally.

But I'm caught in the heart.

...... words left by Bonaparte's old man.

"You're going to start a revolt..."

If that's true, the trot is a big shake.

The royal system used to be a rock, but now the trot is weak. The king has been plucked out of his fangs to become a dogma, with little authority, the beginning and end of playing chess at the merchant house under the castle.

Neither is the Sword Saint Brigade now, and the trot, whose air has become gentler but who has lost pride and enthusiasm, will take the anti-flag of what was once the most powerful man.

No.

Flip the anti-flag against who in the first place, that guy.

The royal system?

Wang personally?

Or Celesta?

... I don't know. In the hot springs, Mr. Deane was described as "I don't think I hate you. A soldier's battle is one that needs to be fought. And the war is over," said the forgiving Arthur Bonaparte.

Would it do something that would create a battle for itself?

That, like a mass of power and benevolence, a magnificent, fair northern, natural-like old man.

What do you think and to whom do you treason?

The side of Arthur Bonaparte that I showed in that conversation with Ruth in that spa, in that battle with the Holy Beast, was convincing with the Trot hero himself I know.

A masterpiece that dedicated its life to the sword and kingdom.

Unlimited rigidity and honesty, the sword of the Kingdom.

To the sword Saint Arthur Bonaparte was what made me understand that he was such a man of life.

So I can't solve it.

... Do you really want to start a revolt?

What are you willing to wake me up and do ahead?

"... chip"

Oh, my God, you left me, that guy.

You don't know anything about politics. What can I do if I, who can read and multiply my calculations, am powerless enough to protect myself at the very least, find out about your rebellion?

Shall we still do what we didn't ask? Shall I forget?

... if I can forget, I've forgotten.

Damn it.

... I poisoned the moon as usual, kept the window shut and slept infidelly.

A few days later.

Feilong flights emerged from the northern sky and landed in the position, and the conductor talked to Mr. Deane for a few minutes or so and flew away in a hurry.

Mr. Deane, who came out of the reception room, looked sinister for a while, but called me and Angelos, Aurora, and opened his mouth heavily.

"... you know the Holy Land Lycra"

"Well, we are."

"Yeah."

Anzeroth and snort.

It is the general name of the Holy Mountain and its surrounding forests and cities, protected by several sacred beasts, which are the home of the Church of the Kingdom of Trot, in the north of the King Trot capital.

If you're a national of the Kingdom of Trot, you don't have to go to the metropolitan Forklore or the ancient capital Schlanz, but only to the sanctuary is enough to tell you that you want to go once in your life. Everyone knows.

"I only have a name."

Aurora nods too.

Mr. Deane looked like he had bitten even the unsavory for a while.

I had a bad feeling.

Hope you don't hit me, but still feel something close to certainty.

I look into Mr. Deane's eyes in horror.

"... it was yesterday. In that sanctuary Lycra, Sir Bonaparte... apparently declared the formation of the Sword Saint Brigade"

"What?"

"Not many forty in the Great Sword Saints of Ancient Ginseng and Sir Bonaparte. Only forty sword saint brigades. … but that's what the problem is."

"… rebellion, is it"

Mr. Deane opened his eyes.

"Why did you do that?"

"No...... somehow"

Mr. Deane looked at me with a strong face for a while before continuing the conversation.

"That's right. The aim is… a revolution caused by the murder of Ulysses III. That man, what are you thinking..."

"Kill King Ulysses...?

Ask back in such a way that Angelos is incredible.

King Ulysses.

A man who makes you feel the sagginess and intelligence of being unable to eat and the will to try to protect your country in that gracious way.

He and Sir Bonaparte will kill each other.

... Impossible.

"What do you mean?

"I don't know. The factual relationship is in the process of being confirmed, but at least it is true that Sir Bonaparte has begun his march... and it seems that the villages and cities on the way welcome him. I guess King Ulysses is still regarded as the cause of his loss."

"Then..."

"Don't go into King's Capital in a week at the latest. We can barely intercept them in the Trot Corps, so we need backup from Northern Corps headquarters and General Command Quica as soon as possible."

"... forty Great Sword Saints and the Sword Saints Brigade sign"

Angelos also looks bitter.

Only one person can compete with the Hundreds are the Great Sword Saints and Master Knights.

If that were forty people, it wouldn't be a battle with half-breed power.

Centralized operation of the strong, making the proximity of the opponent seem futile before fighting. It's small, but it's just the Sword Saint Brigade.

The invincible advance of the strongest troops, who also raved in the war seven years ago.

"But it's critical to immediately send the Northern Legion to King's Capital from now on. And the Northern Legion..."

"Oh. What do we say, but now he's a weak soldier"

Seven years ago in the Trot War, he was kicked in by the advances of the then Sword Saint Brigade, and most of the main forces are devastated. He let the elite soldiers and master knights of the other legions support him in the front and finally turned the battle upside down with a special blow from the side by a tiger boy crossbow squad.

Although some infantry and cavalry units have been formed since then, some parts have turned personnel to the formation and maintenance of the newly created Trott Corps, and the Northern Corps is undeniably a distorted corps with many less than the main iron monolithic units.

It feels like it will help in time for this King's Capital defense.

The Trot Corps, which was making it athe for that matter, is also in high danger of turning the whole thing back in if it gets close to bad. Whatever it takes, Sword Saint Brigade, it's a spiritual pillar for the Trotters. The stronger the troops in particular, the higher the content of the former Kensei will inevitably be.

"... should the Crossbow Squad alone go north at once"

Angelos says, but Mr. Deane remains in a sinister face.

"Crossbow squad stands alone on that guy right now, you think he'll make it through"

…………

Sir Bonaparte, who has obtained the eyes of the Holy Beast, is no longer confused by the phantom.

It's like a bait to stand up to no avant-garde.

"We're going to have to get Ulysses III out of here on a Feilong flight or something."

"I guess the military command will move in that direction.... the question is, once you know that the king has fled from the king's capital, will you ever wear him as king even if the Trotters return again?"

"I can't replace my belly on my back"

"Uhm."

...... old man.

What are you thinking?

Night.

I never dressed up and headed to the women's quarters to tell the story of the woods.

And on the way, I meet the woman I'm looking for.

"... Lyla"

"Ho. Do you want to go?

"... you, did you understand? Everything."

"What do you think I am?

In the woods where the moonlight leaks between the leaves.

From the look on Lyla's face, I can't read if she wants to say she's not omnipotent or if she wants to tell me not to insult her.

"... our ears hear butterfly wings if they care about it, and magic even strengthens it. I'm sorry to hear what you talked to him about that polka night."

…………

"Oh, my God, what are you gonna do alone? Even if you think of him as him alone, there's probably nothing you can do."

"I know."

But.

"But I wanted to know what the truth was... what the old man thought and said to me. I have to go. I'm sure, I'll never know."

…………

"Lyla, please. Give me a ride. To the old man."

Lyla smiled invincibly.

"Fine. That's it, justice, let's believe it's there."

… the feeling of the brain being shaken.

The next moment, a black dragon appeared among the forest trees.

"... but are you willing to go without letting the other women know?

Chibi Lyla whispers, who just landed on my shoulder.

"You just can't take them all.... I'm not going to fight."

Maia and Selene are going to regret it.

"... maybe"

When I say that, I feel signs of grabbing my coat softly from behind.

Turning around, Selene and Maia, Apple and Jeanne still stood in their traveling outfits.

"If you know what I mean, please don't leave me."

It was Apple grabbing the coat.

"... you guys"

"Others will have a position."

"They'll follow you everywhere."

"... Dear Andy, don't leave me"

...... Ugh.

I told you to go back here... I could tell you, you don't have one.

"It could be dangerous, get ready."

"Yes."

"Hmm."

"I'm used to crossing the border."

"All the more so if it's dangerous, together"

And then we flew in the night sky.

(cont 'd)