Half-elves Fall in Love

We had to back off.

First of all, there is a war power difference by the point of despair. The fact that there is a group of Great Sword Saints is tight, although most say they have faded, even though not one old man will be sprinkled.

For once, there is still a tactic you can win if you have the power of a dragon (or no sword saint can be a battle if you attack it all at once with a brace from high altitude), but that is nothing more than the act of blowing up an entire lodging.

For every large number of people.

It's not like I need a brother-in-law to kill an old man. We're outsiders.

Plus, a shock where my sweetness was used entirely.

I thought I could be friends with my old man. That's why I worried about the old man's seriousness, spent a month without consulting anyone, and came to measure the old man's sincerity rather than being armed.

... Mr. Deane can't just overlook that.

It was also calculated as a one-sided possibility for Lila to protect me to rely on Mr. Deane to make up for her neglect of the world of men.

All of them, fabric stones to this time when the old man starts the Sword Saint Brigade and marches not far from Lycra to the King's Capital.

This timing.

In other words, the Trot Corps does not move in fear of tune to the Sword Saint Brigade, even the arrival of the Northern Corps is critical, out given the slow movement of the military command.

Support from leading ace knights and other legions of master knights gather is also almost impossible in time.

Me with the dragon as a hauling capability, and only about Mr. Deane's crossbow squad, can make it.

Totally legible. Used.

"Damn......"

My sweetness makes me vomit back.

The opponent is an authentic knight who has lived to fight.

I'm still half-baked as a blacksmith and a soldier, just hella surrounded by beauties, no use townspeople part 1.

What did you take as a friend, son? I would just have saved him a dangerous spot or just relaxed for a month or so in the hot springs with him.

There's no way I can argue with the act of treason, revolution that risked his life if I can't possibly understand it without learning or being involved.

He's right. What I'm saying is general theory, just rumbling, other HR, that's what everyone knows, needless to say. There's no way I can move him with that.

What were you up to? My idiot.

"Andy, it's time for reflection to end"

"... Mr. Deane"

In the cold wind of dawn.

We couldn't stay in that lodging as it was, especially us walking with Tobotobo towards the next lodging without Ate, but where the sky came white, Mr. Deane stood before me, arms in arms and sent a solid gaze.

"I know you admired Lord Bonaparte, and I know you were shocked to be used. But Andy Smythson, the Ten."

Mr. Deane calls me for office. I mean, not me as a lover, but as a soldier, as an adult, making a breakthrough to hold on.

"You haven't done anything yet. There will still be something we can do."

…………

"If you say it the way you do... don't give up as long as your enemies are strong. Don't give up so much without weapons. Throw a stone without a weapon, and sprinkle sand without a stone."

"But..."

"I still have my hands. We just need to evacuate Ulysses III."

"Ho. Fighting the Dragon Slayer is not bone, but if you fly and carry people, you're not against me."

"That's right. As long as we live, we'll have another chance."

Lyla and Selene also encourage me.

"... but then you've already escaped on the Feilong flight..."

"Ho. Then that's a good story"

"Besides, listening to the king might open a breakthrough in the situation.... at least for Celesta, that king was not incompetent"

"In the first place, in reputation, we talked about the king and Count Bonaparte as best friends."

"I couldn't tell you because I'd be confident if that old lady did it, but it's just weird to hear it so often."

"... the human world, I don't know"

Everyone said Wye. I was wondering if it was as depressing as I had ever been to be quiet, but you cared about me being depressed.

... Finally, Apple held me from my back and whispered.

"Andy, I think that's all right."

"... what?

"I'm not a trot, I'm not a Celesta, I'm not a blacksmith, I'm a little special as a soldier, and I still want everyone to be happy, and I think it's fine with Mr. Andy who can run around"

"... yes, for once I'm meant to be a true Trotman and a decent soldier"

"Pfft. But I also think that people like me and help people because I have the courage to say things from an untied standpoint."

"... I guess so"

I don't really remember being helped with this hand.

After all, I'm just being helped. A lot of people think you like me, starting with a little mistake.

But I guess if Apple says so.

"So..."

"... yeah, right. I guess that's how I'm supposed to do it."

Don't be too afraid of someone, don't hate someone, don't be tied to something, put your hands, stick out.

I might be able to grab it. Seeking someone's hand.

I've done it like that before, and maybe it's a good idea to do that.

"All right, when we have a policy... let's get back to Basson first"

"Ah, first in Wang Du..."

"Bring Angelos."

"Oh... well"

It would still take a lot of work to look at the king. If you rely on Angelos, maybe you can see him flying through Mr. Linda.

The only thing we know about having a dragon is Trot Corps Command, and we're supposed to treat it like a lila offering. I wouldn't even honestly see that Lyla would be talking about sticking her neck in such a human commotion.

Am I right about the Angelos favor here?

"Okay, Lyla..."

"No, wait, let's go home in Maia"

Mr. Deane took control of the flight.

"Ho?"

"Fine."

"... why?

In response to Selene's question, Mr. Deane nodded and answered.

"I need Lyla and Maia to do a big job carrying all the Crossbow squads after this. It would be cruel to just tire Lyla."

"I'm not saying I'm tired to that extent, etc."

"But I get it. … go"

Maia poses as a bissi.

And the next moment the Blue Dragon emerges.

"Get in."

Everyone who starts climbing at that.

"Ho ho. Sometimes riding another dragon is a B"

"You're a little too smooth to climb."

"Shh, selenium."

"Yes, yes, grab it"

And I myself jump on my back a little bit with Mr. Deane hugging me.

...... very cool, but well if I climbed on my own, I'd definitely struggle more than Apple.

"Fly?"

"Fly, Maia!

"Yeah."

As Chibimaia nodded on her shoulder, the Blue Dragon rose to the sky at dawn.

The building arrived after noon.

The Crossbow squad made a fuss.

Lila and Maia, the unidentified guests, are all dragons, and the order to take them (or pack them in the carriage of the squad) to the Wang Capital came out of Mr. Deane, so that would also make a scene.

"Maia Chikama! My Maia Cucumber!

"Dragon... Dragon... No wait, even though it's a dragon, the Smythson mark...?

"Mr. Lyla! No, Master Lyla! How did you get Smythson's collar!?

"Smythson isn't one bite, is he? It's a sign of slavery."

... No, there was more focus on the topic than on the very fact that the dragon was wearing my collar.

And I'll be ready to start over before they start chasing me.

"Andy! You went to us in confidence!?

"Why don't you call me!

"No, Doctor, what am I supposed to do if Andy even leaves you?

"Wait for your husband..."

Join the three men who talk about the grudges they left me with, ride Lyla to King's Capital again.

Maia and Jeanne leave instead. To reinforce the carriage carrying the squad.

As soon as we're ready, we're supposed to be transporting everyone to the Wang Capital.

And in the evening, we return to the king's capital.

Angelos looked difficult when I told him what was going on on on the way out.

"... right... I knew it wasn't a mistake"

... Angelos also seemed to lay a few rare statues of his father on Sir Bonaparte.

He closed his eyes until he landed near Wang Du, thinking with a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows.

And we all go straight into the king's capital.

"... wow... it's true, there are so many elves in the king's capital"

"Right."

Apple, who is surprised to admit the appearance of the elves gleaming on the corner, and Selene, who boasts for some reason.

... No, I don't think it's about Serene bragging.

But meeting Mr. Linda is a prerequisite rather than pointing that out.

We went all the way to that big Neumann house.

And the Neumann family.

"Oh, you're doing great, Angus!

"Mother!"

Linda breaks her face to the appearance of her daughter, who has visited her unexpectedly at short intervals.

And after a few seconds of embracing, Angelos conveyed his purpose.

"... Mother. The king... I wonder if I can see the king."

"See?"

"You know, even your mother.... Sword Saint Brigade"

Ms. Linda made her face tense.

"... what are you going to do, Angus"

"Let the king escape the king's capital."

"Right.... I think this is a problem within the Trot Kingdom. Celesta, is that the army's intent?

Mr. Deane replies instead to Mr. Linda's slowly trying words.

"... all from the military, there will be a medical examination. But we have a faster way to get around."

"... ma, fine. If you can make that jizzy hear you, do what you want."

Ms. Linda has a totally cold face of heat and shakes her head as she sifts.

Is the king against the escape itself?

... It's not impossible, is it?

The ultimate existential significance of the royal nobility is to protect the people and the country.

To renounce it just by the king himself would be the same even if his life had not been cut off, but socially dead.

But.

"Why do I have to stick around here when I'm already symbolized and powerless, and my sword saint brigade opponent has no chance of winning satisfactorily..."

"Yes, you are."

To my whining, Mr. Linda agreed with me in a frightened voice.

"If you're that jizzy... I'm in the east guest room. If you can convince me, go."

Are you there?

... You really don't feel like a crisis.

Hey, Sir Bonaparte's right, I'm starting to think you're not competent.

The king sat in front of the chessboard by the window, just like the last time he came here.

"Oh, Linda, it's your turn..."

"O king. Long time."

"... Angus. And that young man."

King Ulysses looked at us and sighed a little with a wrinkled face.

"... with a swordswallowing face. It's like Celesta's bureaucrats."

"Probably in the same business"

Angelos thanked him for the Celesta ceremony.

"... Sword Saint Brigade. With Count Arthur Bonaparte as his flag, a group is claiming to be the strongest unit in the Northwest Plains. According to a story from a colleague, you're also bringing out a dragon slayer? The Trot Corps will not send out their main ranking troops for fear of being in tune with them. The aim is the king, you. … could you please escape us and the King's Capital"

"The King can't sit down and the King's body will stand."

"But not like this"

"Arthur is coming to the castle. The guard is a Kingsguard, and that's a hundred at best."

The king feels reluctantly nodding at the boring story, making him see that he is unwilling to move.

"Do you want to die!!

"Well. But a king is one of the parts of the country. … For the good of the country, there are times when even sparing your life is out of the way"

... I am not convinced by the words of a king who seems exhausted.

No, even if I'm convinced, I don't want to.

"What do you say happens when you die!

A revolution would be possible.

"You said before that there was no real power anymore! Take that neck off of you, and even if Bonaparte's old man becomes king or prime minister, he'll just be crushed by all the armies of Celesta one day!

Winning celesta, losing trot.

Now, that difference in power is hard to fill.

Most importantly, the old Royal Army is now run by Celesta as a Trot Corps. Even if all of that is assumed to have been simultaneously rebelled and turned back on the trot, the northern and western legions will arrive by the time they are regrouped to allow for adequate operational action. Beating confused troops is easy for regular armies, no matter how weak they are said to be in the North.

"Right.... I guess it will."

"If you know that much, why aren't you trying to escape! Make room for that old man to stop before it's really irrevocable! I don't know why it's for the good of my country to waste my life doing that, or why it's the wrong way to escape..."

"Was it Andy Smythson"

"... hey, what the hell"

"Was he of the polka?... you met Arthur?

"... ah"

It is certainly unnatural for me, the common man, to say "old man" that old man.

… it is obvious that you have met Sir Bonaparte.

"Let's be good men. A man of flesh and will, full of hegemony, polished like a single sword.... Bye, neither I nor that man have time to rebuild the trot anymore. It's sad."

…………

"Still, when the eagles are stretching their spines, it is necessary to show that Trot's soul is still burning on the backs of this old king and his nobles. The people won't be convinced of anything just by their mouths. This country is still ill... it takes the will of those who have never been ill to stand from it"

"... what the hell, that's... no way"

"From there on, it's our problem. I like it, but good."

The king gives a tired grin.

... and Mr. Deane, tongue-in-cheek there.

"It's all connected. Right,... only like that"

"Ho ho ho. A short-lived, shallow human race has quite a way of doing business. … I guess it's hard for the Dark Elves to understand how we use our lives"

…………

Mr. Deane returns his heel.

We rush after it.

"Duh, what do you mean!

"Promotion of generational change of nobility everywhere by kings"

……

Mr. Deane began to line up his words briefly with a hard voice, keeping his back to himself.

"The complete resurrection of Lord Bonaparte. Age group of the New Sword Saint Brigade. Use of dragon slayer. Provocation against me. The king's daylight way of life.... and the engagement of Ruth and Princess Raina and their study at the Duke of Gardner's house"

"... what is it"

"Connect it all.... it's all a scenario drawn by that old man"

"Huh...?

"Okay.... the king is playing incompetent. Lord Bonaparte is right. And Lord Bonaparte uses the banned dragon slayer in the international community with dignity.... This is meant to mean that whichever wins, they are then criticized as' there is no" "

"Huh...?

"Neither to the King nor to anyone, the Trotters today do not have military command. I mean, conversely, it depends on Celesta's convenience, and it's not weird who shows up for reinforcements to the king. That's it, and the New Sword St. Brigade is in the scenario of losing."

"Hey, what is it, a scenario!

"The King and the Supreme Sword Saint. The showdown between the two once in charge of the trot, betting the trot flag. Now the feelings of the people will certainly thrive. And whichever wins...... after that battle, there awaits a revolution between Princess Ruth and Princess Raina supported by the 'excellent in learning' Duke Gardner family"

"Re-revolution......!?

"The incompetent king to be saved by Celesta, the filthy sword saint who forgot to choose the means. That's what Trott's biggest prestigious Gardner backs up, convicting Princess Ruth and Princess Raina of distracted parental generations until then. Now it will be the birth of a new hero king. Downstairs is a young aristocracy full of hope and willingness, proceeding with rejuvenation, shredding strange pride. That's how the trot comes to life."

"... uh... I mean"

"That's right. Those old Great Sword Saints and Lord Bonaparte were all gathered in this scenario to fight their last battle.... the 'King's Life' Sword Saint Brigade. And we were called in an invitation as the last of them. Play the best death fight of Awabari and use defeat as an opportunity to snow"

... Yeah, hold on... hold on.

It's all... that kind of muscle writing, it's progressing?

And my old man's journey to Polka.

And Angelos' marriage story.

Everything?

"... no..."

"Oh, perfect. Whether we abandon the king, protect him, or let him escape with arms… at the end of the day, he will do as the king thinks."

"... you're no different, you're a pain in the ass, that king...!!

"Either way, will the old man and king die..."

Dim Neumann family hallway.

We keep quiet.

"If you report this to Celesta General Command..."

Ms Deane shook her head at Angelos's suggestion as well.

"So far, there's not even a reason to force it to stop.... it doesn't matter to Celesta whether the king has the courage or not. The Celesta army would be more welcome to activate if the trot did not turn to the enemy. Though I would try to hold the roots of the new king early."

... Damn.

Oh no......

"... after all, it's a magnificent heart."

"Right.... the tendency to do that and end our lives is certainly hard for us to understand"

"... I can't believe I can't even stop it"

"Ho.... I wonder if both sides will burn it down. That's the fastest way to go."

…………

I am.

Biting his lips, he remembered when he found out his father was dead.

... Even my father didn't die because he wanted to.

But on the other hand, my parents, admired on their own, died.

Just the kids, leave it.

If you're pushed to do happiness in exchange for it, are you happy?

Can you bathe with such happiness?

"... I want to admit, hey"

"Andy."

Mr. Deane looks at me like he's sorry.

"Can you admit such a scenario! Can you admit an irresponsible story about going out of your way to leave your child happy for your parents!

My words disappeared in the long hallway of the Neumann family, sounding long.

(cont 'd)