Half-elves Fall in Love

We enter the Wangdu takeover hotel we used last time.

And after Mr. Deane takes a breath, a sigh of sigh, he regains his cool eye as a hundred men long.

"Fight. Your policy as a crossbow squad remains unchanged"

Protect the King or not, and at the end of the day, we'll have the same results, the King's Trot Regeneration Plan.

Nevertheless, Mr. Deane is in position in time. He's gone.

"The only way I can do it is to go in the direction of slapping the Sword Saint Brigade. … Regardless of its historical significance, there is no way I can overlook it, being a force of war, beyond being in the form of rebellion"

"Will it be a battle? Without avant-garde troops..."

"Crossbows and phantoms certainly don't work for Lord Bonaparte, but otherwise the Great Sword Saints should be different. The danger is enormous, but we split the troops into two platoon units to operate, sharpen them as much as we can with terrain based tactics. And Lord Bonaparte... I'll manage to contain it."

"Dear Deane, avant-garde by yourself!?

"That's more of a positive move. I just don't think I can do it alone with Lord Bonaparte."

For once, Mr. Deane seems to have a plan.

"The Angelos squad will have continuous responsibility for the protection of the avant-garde troops. Even if it rots, it's the Great Sword Saint, prioritize the support of your people while trying not to force it. It's going to be a long war.... and Aurora asks me to come in as my assistant"

Mr. Deane decides what to do and gives instructions.

And look at me.

"... Andy, rest this time"

"Huh..."

"It's also in the provisions. Exceptional measures are permitted to target specific objectives or areas in combat missions and to exclude the person from such missions if they significantly affect the morale of the soldiers"

"Oh, no..."

"Now you interfere with operational behavior. Look in the mirror."

Mr. Deane tells me to look at my face in the way it was in the room.

... Indeed, it was far from calm or nervousness about the battle, no matter how you look at it.

"But... me"

"I can't care for him when the fight starts. They're strong."

…………

"Besides, there's no one on the battlefield who's in danger of dying. You'll know which is worth it: an unworn hundred soldiers, or a soldier reduced from two hundred to a hundred."

A soldier who loses his allies in front of him has a lower morale no matter how. If you are governed by fear, sadness and anger, you will lose your operational capability already.

Soldiers who have lost the division of roles originally expected by such disintegration will also halve their fighting power.

A pattern in which a large number of people are destroyed by a few means that when you poke at them.

A weak soldier, a useless soldier, shreds the entire battle force as long as he holds it. Better not have poor quality allies.

And I was now, like, that sort of classification.

"Rest.... and don't get sick. It's not your fault."

"... Yes"

When Mr. Deane only gave the outline of the operation, he went back to Basson with Lyla.

I don't know how many dragons can carry the squad carriage at a time, but yes, you won't need to go back and forth. By tomorrow, the troops will probably be assembled in the King's Capital.

... and I'm a kid who doesn't need me.

"Ha..."

"Don't let it bother you..."

"... if I could control myself, I wouldn't be notified out of combat."

I can't help being stupid about Angelos, but I'm stupid.

"Andy......"

"Hey... I'm gonna have a drink"

I drop my shoulder and leave the hotel.

"Wow, I'm coming too."

"Mr. Andy!

"Bad. Just a little, leave me alone"

I also turned down Apple and Selene's escorts, and I rolled out to the King's Capital at night.

Wang Du can be my second home.

I was always between the ages of ten and seventeen. I'm going to know there.

but at my age I had no connection to the drinking district. I walk out on that and then realize it.

Knowledgeable to the extent of "there's a tavern gathering around here," but I didn't know as one what nature, what kind of liquor to serve, what kind of atmospheric tavern.

"... well, no"

I even felt a little betrayed by a city I knew on my own, but still felt somewhat like a throwaway bowl, so I walked into a tavern that looked close by.

I don't care. As long as you serve the liquor. Even though the woman finally told me to buy it, I felt like I would buy it now.

"Oh, that's a face you don't see."

"A beer. And then something fits together."

Don't hang out with the master's light mouth, just sit at the counter and say order first for now.

The master looked a little weird, but it just takes business dealing with all kinds of customers, pouring beer instead of sniffles.

"Traveler."

"Similar...... I wonder"

"Then be careful. This is the Trotman neighborhood."

"Trotman...... neighborhood?

The master sighed with his nose as he served spicy fried potatoes.

"Since the previous war, you can start living and sharing on your own in a liquor store location. The chimps started drawing lines because of the neighborhoods where all the Trotsians came together, and the neighborhoods where foreigners came together. I run a store. This way, if you pay well and don't have a bad liquor habit, I don't mind anyone... well, they insist on sharing your residence well. One form of drinking"

"... I'm a Trotman."

The master shrugged his shoulders.

I wondered what it felt like, and a few of the chimps appeared behind it.

"You have a bad taste in clothes when you're a Trotman."

You're a Celesta. Get out of here.

... Wow.

Seriously, it sucks.

"He said he was a trot. I grew up in the King's Capital, born in Polka.... after the war, Celesta pulled me off."

"Ha."

"Celesta Monmi-na, isn't it? You're waving at your bastard moddler over there, and you're saving money while you're cheating, no matter what."

Motherfucker modkies are about the Beastmen.

Broadly speaking, subhuman disdain that also comes in elves and orgasms.

... it really sucks.

"Uze... you're not even a kid's ibili"

"Temehe is a woe in itself, you scumbag."

"If you don't get out of here in three seconds, I'm gonna smash your nose."

Chimps have been amazing as much as they want.

... I felt like throwing everything away, ignoring them and putting on a beer.

And he was bummed in exactly three seconds as predicted.

"Guru."

Me falling from chair to chair.

...... Dry potatoes mix with the taste of blood.

"Celesta, I'm too used to the valve to even hear the trot words."

"Maybe you should drink without a word, I'll make sure instead."

Chimps reaching into my pocket, saying whatever you want.

And the hand, the stick struck down.

"Ouch!!

"Hey, what the..."

As the chimps look up, so do I.

There's a middle-aged man with a mustache dressed in a fine cape and... a beautiful breast plate, swordsman.

The swordsman knew at a glance. That thread...

Ector Randall.

And the cape's mustache father.

"Oh, boy. So you're telling me to put the caution stick down, Master"

He talks to his master, gently swinging his wand and putting it on his shoulder.

"Jizzy, get out of my way..."

"Don't be polite to older people.... You are the one who should leave!!

Suddenly a drink.

The chimps originally shook their shoulders for a moment when the customers in the store trembled. Including me.

"Oh, my God!

How embarrassed I was to freak out, the chimps strike at my mustache father at the same time.

... and shoulder to shoulder and set up, as Ector and his mustache father have stated.

"It's time for a lecture."

"Right."

And the chimps were knocked down together by the two of them.

The man with the bearded cape is Grants Hundred.

Is that so?

"Assistant Professor Grants, inconvenience."

"If you think so, hire a caution stick that can drive you back as young as that."

As they say assistant professor, I didn't know because it was exactly a knowledgeable and natural style.

"Grants...... a hundred people long?

"Smythson training...... no, was it ten people long now? It's an odd encounter. This is my familiar shop."

The Hundred Grants sit in the counter with refreshment. Ector sat over there too.

"I don't know if I can fulfill my promise to have a drink with you as soon as possible."

"What is it, Mr. Smythson? How is Angelina?"

…………

I take a sip of the beer on the counter, and I stain the cut in my mouth and look at my face, and then I look at the two unexpected appearances.

"... No, the..."

"What's wrong? I can't believe I'm done with you, Angelina."

…………

...... ahh.

What am I supposed to talk about?

"... Angelos would come to the King's Capital. Aurora and Deane will be staying tomorrow."

In the meantime, I decided to answer your two interests.

Then.

"Ho, is it true? Is that something I won't see you about?"

Ecter who is openly delighted.

And the Grants Hundred stopped the move to mouth Brandy.

"... what?

"Huh..."

"What... No, I see. I didn't even have to ask."

Subtle reaction.

Me and Ector said,? "Align your faces.

"... Master, can I rent you a room?"

"Assistant Professor Grants...... Yeah, yeah, fine. I have rooms 1 and 5-7 available"

"Let's rent room number one.... Ten Randall, ten Smythson. Hang out."

Suddenly he gets up with a brandy bottle and a ceramic cup and heads from the stairs to the inn room for a hundred Grants.

Me and Ector look at each other, and for now we follow each other with their own liquor and plates.

"At this time of year, there's a crossbow squad here, and they're selling oil."

"... Dr. Grants?

"So you're saying that you and the king... got caught up in the Monkey Play of His Excellency Bonaparte"

"Hey... Dr. Grants, that's disrespectful."

... wait.

"Hundred Grants, how far do you know..."

"You seem to know a lot about monkey play, don't you?

"Oh, but... that?

What was the King's plan... something so knowledgeable and okay?

I thought so, but apparently, as Kensei, it was obvious to the Grants Hundred with decades of career as a resident of the King's Capital.

"At the time of the engagement of Prince Ruth and Princess Raina, and the deposition of both of them at the Duke Gardner's house, there was something that seemed clear. but it's just a monkey play for those who know him well, such as that Hon. Bonaparte flicking an anti-flag against the king. … If you tie the 600 years of history of the Trot kingdom, there are kings and nobles who imitate it in a similar way."

"... Oh, yeah... is that it"

"Wait, what do you mean? Apart from defeating the king and revolutionizing him, His Excellency Bonaparte..."

"Ha, Randall, don't the ten chiefs know"

"So, for what purpose..."

"It's all about the future of the kingdom and the political show for my child... crap"

Tell him to throw it away, and the Hundred Grants scream brandy all the time.

... Yeah, right.

It's a crappy monkey play.

A lot of alumni masterpieces kill each other with a smile, and all that remains there is the soul, the heart.

That's not the kind of thing you have to sprinkle blood on and leave on purpose.

"After all, crap...... monkey play, right"

"Do you think so too?... you'd think, that's what normal nerves are."

"... but I can't stop. I can't stop that monkey play no matter how."

Wins and losses all converge into one result.

Some hands tear apart this plan itself to the people, but it just wastes their deaths, and it can't stop them.

but Grants Hundred also shrugged his shoulders while pouring topo and booze to include.

"I thought you were the soul bearer of the Trot Royal Army. Tell me something you've lost."

"... if you say that, win or lose in the end... it doesn't matter"

"Oh yeah. Whether you kill His Excellency Bonaparte or abandon the King, the winner will be excused and will be the foundation of the next era. You both know that, and you're fighting for what you want."

"... Yep. So this battle doesn't matter if you intervene"

"So do you give up? Are you satisfied that you have done well already, because your enemies are strong, no weapon to beat, no stones, no sand? So can I forgive myself? without ever standing on the battlefield."

"So what do you want me to do!

"What do you want, you want to stop? What results do you want? What do you think is wrong and what justice do you do?"

Kang, and the Grants Hundred Man to slap a ceramic cup on his desk.

"Are you in charge of everything? You think it's just a matter of one-handed help and everything's going to work, the end you wanted. Do you really think you can save the person who risked his life with just one arrow? Don't be sweet. Nothing like a coincidence."

"... then what should I do"

The Hundred Grants stare at me with a cup of weakness and groaning.

"What can I do? That depends on your justice. What does your justice want? [M] What future would be good. Have you ever considered the means to do so?"

"It's..."

I don't want the king or the old man, the sword saints, to die on their own.

Parents are obliged to be filial until death.

I have a duty to see to the future of my children.

I am obliged to gladly do so for the birth of my grandson.

I have a duty to die in peace while telling my child that it was a happy life.

... There must be.

There must have been.

My father is a fool who couldn't do it, and Bonaparte's old man is a son of a bitch who tries to give it up himself.

"I don't know how I'm gonna make it.... Look, Smythson, ten men long. Human hands are not attached to waving weapons. You can also make something. You can also hold someone's hand. The voice can speak of any dream or love, and its feet can go anywhere. You're not supposed to be so clumsy as to understand that."

…………

I look at the Grants Century, who keeps drinking at a high pace.

I felt woken up.

"No, that's right"

"... Ha ha. What, I forgot"

"I forgot.... Oh, yeah. I am."

...... If you are not a person who specializes in killing and solving, you are not a noble person in charge of the state.

There was no need anywhere to be imprisoned by such means and reason.

"Thank you, Grants Hundred"

"... um"

I leave the Grants Hundred to Ector, who is about to close his eyes, and I hurry back to the inn.

"Selene! Mr. Hilda!!

"Wow."

"Andy, you!?... Wah, he's back."

Return to the inn and hurry to speak to the two of you.

"What?

"I want you to make poison."

"Duh, is it poison!?

"Yep.... easy to apply to arrows if possible and not easy to detoxify, paralyzed but less lethal guy"

"... what are you going to do?"

"Are you going to use it for the Sword Saints Brigade?

"Oh."

I nodded forcefully.

"First, I'll stop the Sword Saints Brigade without letting anyone die"

(cont 'd)