Half-elves Fall in Love

I won't admit to winning or losing this fight.

I don't recognize parents who are content on their own with such a way of dying.

"They think they can make their own times. And because of one thing at the end of our time, we can't believe what we've been building."

"... right. Even if I were a parent, I might think so."

Mr. Hilda is beaten to death and cuts. He finds my wound and squeaks while performing medical photography.

"Parents are only sensitive to the loosening and mistakes of their children when they put a gap in their hands. The way I raised myself, the way I showed my kids, I thought I was doing it wrong."

In contrast, Selene nods as well.

"... I guess the trot kingdom folk now see that as an unscrupulous compromise, on the other hand, being just a little more friendly to other races as a policy. … because the country has lost, it will not refuse to be pushed, it will see foreigners and other races as its symbol"

... is that what you're gonna do with me being beaten up?

Though I think it's all this ridiculous, pure chimps everywhere.

No, but I've been doing this all along, involving the whole drinking district... just think about the country, can't you? It could be a diplomatic issue.

And the parental kings and nobles of this country would have had a sense of popular obstruction as symbolised by it… a sense of crisis in the loser guts of the Trotts who refused others and tried to escape into one another's company for rest.

"I'm patient because I lost. I don't want it because I couldn't win. If that's what you get into simple thinking, surely this country isn't used to losing. … but if you can clearly show that you have the future and the power to go there, I think a fancy coup play might also be an ant."

"I don't approve of that."

Mr. Hilda's hand leaves my lips.

Make sure I get up.

"It should be more important for parents to live than what they get in such a monkey play"

"Really?"

Watch Selene hammer a subtle nuance.

Selene gave her a slightly troubled, giving up look that she often showed when talking over herself.

"... maybe not all those happy parents and kids, right?

"Selene......"

...... oh.

I see.

Is that what parents are for the Selens?

Some parents neglect their children and regret their existence.

But.

"Selene, are you the parent you think you are to your child?"

"... eh"

"Can I be a 'not happy' parent and child that way even if I and your child are born"

... in a mean way.

There's no way you can imagine "anything else" in Selene. I know you don't want to repeat your childhood, but I can't believe you have a really happy vision... from above you half an elf, you can only imagine fragments from what other parents and children look like.

But.

"I don't like it. I want my children to be the ones who can love their parents and ancestors. Put your chest up, you're Andy Smythson's kid, you're Peter Smythson's grandson, and... I want you to be a child that can be described as Selene's kid. And I don't want him to feel the way I tasted him."

I couldn't even be filial.

I couldn't boast that I was happy.

I couldn't tell him I was glad he was your child, glad he was born.

"I don't want to be such a vain parent, dying of my own accord and satisfied with it. You have to be a parent pimping 'til your kids get a proper nurse."

"... right"

Selene said, looking closely at me after holding her hand in front of her own stomach.

"Well, to me too... you'll make me such a mother"

"You bet."

"Absolutely, isn't it?

... Oh well.

For that, I will never die.

"Absolutely."

... The opponent is the Sword Saint Brigade, a group of selected Superman Swordsmen.

Absolutely impossible.

But I promise. To absolutely.

Despite asking near midnight, before dawn, Selene and Mr. Hilda completed the paralysis poison.

... but he just condensed and concentrated his hand anesthesia.

"The poison itself is certainly less lethal, but note that the crossbow arrows were originally highly lethal.... and if you fall in the snow, you'll die of hypothermia if you don't get your buddies first aid."

"Okay."

Receive a bottle of conditioned medicine and I'll check my score.

It's a crossbow I've been dealing with for seven years. Touch it and you'll see how it goes.

... unauthorized removal of squad gear, so it's the worst punishment room and fine, but well, let's take as much as we can after it's over.

"Well then... Selene, Apple, please"

"Yes."

"... are you leaving Mr. Angelos again?

"Those guys have things to do with them. I'm going to go 're-drink' now."

I'm going out there in the name of... and heading north.

I'm out of staff right now, I'm not a manipulative person.

On that premise, it's a different move.

Selene and Apple are the only ones I asked to take with me on the road.

Selene's phantom magic becomes defensive. Apple... can use occult magic.

Occupancy doesn't mean you can predict the future. Half the elves don't believe in destiny or God's will or anything like that.

Its identity is the magic of using the flow of "chi" to reconvert it into five senses.

Mr. Deane can also use it. Or phantom and occult perceptual amplification, these two magics are the key to the Crossbow squad's long-range battle.

I can do anything called magic, but I have little power to handle it at once.

Flame out, snowstorm out. Tear the earth apart, storm it.

If you don't know a real elf (or equivalent wizard), you tend to imagine an offensive action by these acts, but you can't do that as a basics, and even if you could, you wasted it.

but direct intervention in human perception is considerably less powerful to move than manipulating physics to actually cause such a phenomenon. The magic used in the war focused here, and the phantom prevailed.

Strategic misinformation, phantom cover-ups, phantom legions, march strays. There are many occasions when lies work effectively in war.

But elves and dark elves, by custom, don't really try to join soldiers except in the warrior class, and other races have a limited absolute number of people who can use magic. Therefore, phantom use has been a kind of special force on its own, and has been thorough in the agitation until the front confrontation for a long time.

It was Ms Deane who broke it and joined herself on the front line, operating with a new weapon called Crossbow, paving the way for local success in the Great War.

The ultra-long range of common sense breaking is first determined by human perception. Many human perceptions do not recognize a target a kilometer away.

What if we break it first with perceptual amplification magic, and then delude the arrow and his current location with phantoms?

It's the birth of the ideal sniper unit.

Where I was shot from, where to hide. Enemies who are hit without even knowing it amplify and disintegrate fear from one another.

... no matter how hard I try on my own on a boulder, I'm no different than a Northern Elf sniper. Still, I'll do it first.

I won't let you win or lose.

If you mean push through, screw down first.

If the old men are going to revolutionize the kingdom, I'm going to revolutionize the old men themselves with my tactics.

"Sword Saint Brigade, move on. The people are following us quite a bit."

"I guess."

Reports by Apple's Occupancy.

Currently, the old men were four minutes away from the boarding house to Wang Capital.

Exactly. Some of them are flustered sword saints.

... I don't know how many years he's been retired, but he looks like he's about eighty years old. It would certainly be difficult with a walking march that lasted a week wrapped in armor, a pestle I used to take.

"Aim for that grandfather Kensei"

"Huh."

"Oh, that's unforgiving."

"I can't afford to be targeted by a strong man."

I followed the arrow. Aim for the feet of his grandfather Kensei in a perception sharpened to the extreme.

And shoot.

... I hit him straight and Grandpa fell down more and more.

The surrounding people scream. The Old Sword Saints go out of their way and look around.

... but even in the woods that are hard to find, it's also a phantom of spatial fixation, so you can't possibly find it.

"Bingo"

"Do you want to go next?

"No, it's a hell of a ton of shit."

Looks like Bonaparte's old man put a hit over here from the arrow track. I started hiding everyone in the shield around there.

... If I knew there was no shooting, they'd come running this way.

"For now, that's minus one"

"If it weren't for the people around us, the downside would be two or three."

If you are unsupported, you will also have combat personnel assigned to nursing. But thanks to the old men walking around giving speeches, the folks are going to turn to nursing for one of those grandfathers, Kensei.

By night, there were three fewer.

By the time we get into the lodging, we'll be retreating as far as we can.

"You're doing well"

"... I wonder"

Nearly 10% if you just look at the numbers. The opponent is the Sword Saint Brigade. If it's war, it's not weird to get a medal.

But the opponent is the "total annihilation superior" Sword Saint Brigade.

I'm sure even if it's down to half, you'll have ten times as many enemies in the Wang capital to fight spectacularly against.

The operational law of the soldiers that Mr Deane spoke of does not apply to them. Soldiers who intend to win and go home alive and "ball-shashing premise" who are not are fundamentally different stories.

"I can't help being too far away. Dawn here."

"Ha.... Long time no see, Selene"

"I've been looking for Andy for quite a while."

Spend a cold night with the two of us in a small valley.

... and I was just starting to get ready, and I saw a potato in the distance.

Mountain hunting. Did you come looking for us by putting a bullet in our sniper direction?

You wouldn't think of it as an attack by just three members out of number, but you can't fight now if your opponent is a folk or Kensei. A single crossbow on a large group of opponents doesn't win too much.

"Selene, Apple, you'll find it! We'll get away with it more!

"Huh..."

"Selene, jump!

Behind Selene, who was climbing the slope in search of wood skins instead of firewood, a quick shadow for a few.

It was Old Kensei. It means you're not all faded like your grandfather Kensei just now.

"Shah... Hia!?

Selene escapes the hand of Old Sword Saint and rolls down the cliff.

One hair at a time. But there are a few sword saints. The firepower over here is a single crossbow.

What shall we do?

Selene can't even defend herself anyway.

The Swordsaints acknowledge us and slip down the slopes zazzled.

Do you want to shoot?

Once fired, the winding takes 20 seconds. What do you do with just one shot?

... Damn, check mate so fast.

No, not yet.

"That took!!

I took up the crossbow and shouted delightfully at the nearest sword saint.

Gikri, and the Sword Saints stop moving.

Selene and Apple look gnawed.

Yeah. That would be giddy.

It's just a hunch. The Sword Saints don't do anything about it.

He said, "You're really being called out in a handful! Drop your sword and put your hands on the ground! You guys are already surrounded!

…………

The Sword Saints remain motionless.

Apple and Selene slowly stop by me and look around.

Naturally you must have found nothing.

... but while I sweat so cold inside, I just have to keep hacking.

"What's up!

"... Kukukuk, I wonder what you're going to say"

One of the old Kensei put his sword firmly in place and pointed straight at me.

"Do you think we will now spare our lives and beg forgiveness?"

…………

Yes, it was. I wasn't the one who got through the hatchet in the first place.

"Who is surrounding you in the first place? I don't know what kind of order you're after us, but trying paralysis poison, accompanying these weak women, Selesta's tactics at all, suffer from understanding."

…………

Damn it.

I was wondering if you could run away in a hurry, even if you wouldn't give up.

I knew it, no...

"I told you to drop your sword and put your hands on the ground"

..................... that.

Huh?

This isn't my dialogue, is it?

"You are surrounded. You've come out in quite a few places, so you're easy to hunt."

The voice sounds in the valley and I don't really understand the audio source.

But the voice was beautiful, pregnant with fierceness like leopards who had hidden their pleasure, and enough to upset the sword saints once again.

"Well, who... show yourself"

"It's the last call. Drop your sword and put your hands on the ground."

The voice, cruelly, included a little frustration to channel Kensei's demands.

The Swordsaints were jittery for a while, then blindfolded... and never pushed their will on me.

There, dozens of arrows fly in an instant.

"Gu!!

"Whew!?

As he sews the feet of the Sword Saints into the earth, he stands before the Sword Saints as three shadows fly through the sky.

Don't move.

"Drop your sword."

"... it's your loss"

Angelos, Aurora, Micagami Ordinary.

And from the hills and woods around you, soldiers with crossbows… Crossbow squads show up.

"Guys..."

"What are you doing, Andy"

Jump off a nearby tree and Mr. Deane stares at me.

Mixed inside the crossbow squad, I can also see Mr. Hilda and Lyla, Jeanne and Maia.

"... I am"

What an explanation.

... Don't you want to cause trouble?

Doesn't matter because I'm being removed?

Because what I'm doing is selfish on my own?

... None of them are too cool to be what I could put out in my mouth.

That's how Isaac gave me a helping boat with a nigga laugh against me stuck in the answer.

"Ha.... I heard it all, to Dr. Hilda"

Williams nods beside it.

"Said they were all caught alive? You, you rot against the Sword Sage Brigade, don't come up with that often."

Everyone cuts it off and comes over wierdly.

"Just because it's in front of her doesn't mean she's doing well."

"You're trying to be cool because you're in front of a female slave."

"Smythson, you're in too much shape for the decathlon habit."

Goth goth goth, and one head after another.

... but.

When that was done, Mr. Diane smiled niggardly and said:

"But why don't we talk about it?... all alive, isn't that a good idea? I can make that unhappy king blow a bubble."

"That's right!

"Temeh, I had to say I'd do it alone or something. It was perfect!

Everyone in the Crossbow squad builds momentum.

"But the danger's gonna jump. You can't kill me, it's my idea."

"Ha, don't underestimate me."

Bang, and Isaac slapped him in the back.

"This way, the dangerous bridge is ready from the beginning. Oh, my God. That's a hundred men's squad."

"I thought Smythson was the best one to get away with it."

Everyone laughs with ease guerraggera.

And finally, as Brigadier Boyd scratched his head, he said.

"... Me too, I agree with Chief Smythson.... about the children, believe me. I want them, to my parents. And... I've become a believable parent of children."

... Oh well. Wasn't this the mouth my parents couldn't believe?

"What is it, Boyd, 'I want to be a parent'?

"How far with Mr. Sylvia! How far!"

"I thought you were the only one who would keep me clean and sociable!

Boyd is kicked in the ass by other soldiers at the same time.

When they greeted me like that, I returned to Crossbow Squad again.

With the wings of the carriages and liras that had been placed nearby, he returns once to the king's capital.

In a tented position built near the northern streets, Mr. Deane once again gathered the ten chiefs to begin the meeting.

"So far there has been no change to the operation, divided into two platoons, covering each other as they alternately retreat. The front desk is guarded by the Angelos.... and I will fight the front when Lord Bonaparte comes out."

"Ho. Shall I help you, too?

"Lyla and Maia have something else to do"

Mr. Deane pointed to the edge of the map.

... polka direction?

"I want you to draw on 'Polka Spirit Fountain'. in rotation."

"Oh my God."

"... in turns?

"Oh. Honestly, it's not weird what damage comes out of this fight. I also ascertained with this eye the healing spirits so much that I was told that I would cure anything if I wasn't even dead"

"But that Spirit Springs over there will expire in half a day. It makes sense to bring it up..."

"That's why you have to let Lyla and the others get it."

"... I see"

Dragon wings make it possible to bring them to the King's Capital before they run out of effect.

"All Crossbow arrows shall be coated with medicines formulated by my sister and Selene. Don't aim for steeples. … and retreat early,. The more you attract, the more burden the Angelos will bear."

"But if we can't do it, that's all the burden on a hundred chiefs... you won't win if you leave as many Great Sword Saints as you want"

"I've hit my hands on that as well. Maybe we won't make it."

Mr. Deane took a sigh of relief and said to everyone, sipping a glass of well water.

"Okay. This operation, not dying is paramount. No enemies, no allies, no one will let you die. There must be no death. It creates hatred, wins and loses battles. That's what the king thinks of the pot."

"If no one really needs to die, that's the best part. Everything."

Williams says a little self-derisive. I did agree with my battle, Williams, but I guess I still have to make an assessment of the impossibility of the part about whether it's actually possible or not.

but.

"In the previous war, I unilaterally defeated them. I won my men without a single soldier dying. Even that was said to be impossible at the time. But I did."

"Things were different then."

"Naturally. Exactly the same war is nowhere."

Set aside a beat.

"Things are different, this isn't like the previous war. Celesta doesn't have to defeat the trot right now. Different terms of victory.... We can fight nobody to death, Williams."

"If they let me do that,"

"I've always dreamed of it"

Mr. Deane smiled out of place.

"He was called the son of a battle, feared as a god of war, and lived with his enemies kicked in anger. But I always think after the battle. I wonder if being able to fight long is all about killing your enemies well.... I wonder if there is a battle that protects both enemies and allies. Williams, this is my dream battle. I make my dreams come true."

From Williams' mouth, the mockery disappeared.

The dream Mr. Deane talks about is not just a dream, it's a beautiful equation spread before genius.

It made me think I could be the goddess in front of me.

"... Jesus, Mam. Let us help you with the slightest strength."

Williams laughs painfully, puts his fist on his left chest and stretches his spine.

Everybody imitates that. Lyla and Maia were laughing happily with Niyaniya.

A declaration of war was made in one arrow sentence.

The fact that it borders Canzone, the first accommodation from the King Trotto capital, from which anything that comes with it is considered a rebel, regardless of its outfit, and launches an attack.

And to the extent that I am sorry, I write down a recommendation for unconditional surrender.

There's no way they're gonna follow that stuff.

… it is suggested that more than thirty of them have marched dignified to the town of Canzone.

"Ok... ok, don't start"

The squads placed are headed by the Smythsons and Williams squads.

We retreat after a maximum of three simultaneous shots. It is currently to be left to the rear guard Isaac and Cairon squads to follow.

Mr. Deane casts magic. We have a crossbow stock to mediate and distribute magical effects, enhancing our senses all at once.

Still 800 meters to view the Sword Saint Brigade ahead, set up a crossbow...... and notice something odd.

There are no 20 of them, including the old man.

"... Smythson Ten, don't you think they're small?"

"Oh... what do you mean? Damn it, all Smythson squad shooting stopped, one minute foe!

Did you conserve or split even a few handkerchiefs?

The fact that there are more elements of uncertainty makes it difficult. I don't know when or where the blow will come from. That too, the opponent is a hundred sword saints on one horse.

We were in a hurry, even though there was no way we could have done anything about declaring war.

And the Williams squad that started the shooting also floats with its first shot almost off.

"Ku... that's the Sword Saint Brigade!

"Didn't you skip training?!?

"Just roll up the strings! Auga, pull the strings off the guy next door, too!

We can't go too far between them from their first blow. It's like you're telling me to squeeze my position quickly.

"Smythson, set up!... Shoot!!

Order my squad to shoot him right away.

but I don't know, the old man takes the time to make everyone take evasive action and don't let them guess.

"Williams Squad, we're switching to equal interval shooting! Hundred men, aim!

"... ku"

"Hundreds!?

"Williams Squad Targeting Change! Smythson squad, keep holding back as we stand!

Mr. Deane is on tour. And order the Williams squad to suddenly turn 90 degrees.

I wonder what's going on, looking at the newly targeted position as I wind up the strings...... there in front of Isaac Squad.

Nothing...... no.

Something like escape water is moving.

... Wait, that's...!

"Phantom Cover-up! The Sword Saint Brigade also has a wizard!?

"They did it! Give me these cards!

Human beings, about one in 50, have people who can use magic like elves.

Though a talent as rare as Kensei's martial arts talent is, humans are not incapable of using magic.

The arrows of the Williams squad, unleashed in haste, paralysed one, but a dozen sword saints enter the nostalgia of the Isaacs brilliantly.

Then Isaac is cut off and the phantoms are solved at once and the rest of the Sword Saints arrive.

Isaac throws out a crossbow, throws and scatters rocks around it to intimidate the Sword Saints, but it doesn't do much for his Grand Sword Saint opponent, who also cuts off rocks.

Isaac Squad collapses.

Isaac Squad personnel are blown away in one shock wave after another, throwing out a crossbow and escaping. Isaac grabs Kensei, who tried to chase him there, and throws him behind his back with all his might.

... Isaac would be able to grip it if he was bad, but he threw it because he couldn't kill it? He was a disciplined guy at times like this.

but the rest of the sword saint waves his sword at the soldier who escapes.

One fell.

They both fell.

Sword Saints trying to stab them with a todome. One of them is desperate Isaac, but the other one... can't make it from Isaac's position.

and instead Boyd helped by releasing a flying kick.

"Smythson!!

Angelos calls me and makes me happy.

You can't just look over there. If I don't shoot this one, the old men will flesh me out.

While I was watching Isaac squad for decades, the old men were getting back on their feet and rushing out this way.

"Damn! Shoot him!

Shoot.

But it is avoided immediately. As long as you have the old man's eyes, it's hard to hit him directly.

You can't just not shoot.

And Mr. Deane and the Angelos squad can't move in front of us more than the old man is in the main squad. The Isaacs will be wiped out while you do that.

"Damn!!

I saw Isaac squad.

Isaac and Boyd seemed to be preventing the pursuit of the injured, but it's like a sand mountain in front of a wave.

"Williams! Another shot! Another shot for Isaac and Boyd, 10 seconds is fine, earn it!

Mr. Deane screams.

"What's 10 seconds...... Yikes, dude!!

That sounds like it. Then you earned it. Death only extends a little. Swallow those words, and Williams puts out a cover fire.

And by the time it landed, suddenly one top-speed Feilong had passed over the town of Canzone from the southern sky.

"... what the heck!?

"Feilong... is that a Feilong stool!?

In Feilong, it's useless. They've never been put into battle, and the carriage is limited to about three, including the horseman's conductor.

I don't know what they flew for, but they don't cover the war.

And I thought.

…………

The next moment, something incredible happened.

A sword saint approaching Isaacs blew it all up.

Beautifully in the same direction.

... Isaacs are also distracted.

"You made it."

Mr. Deane smiled.

... I noticed a man standing in front of Isaacs who looked familiar in front of them 40 times.

"Becker...... Secret Service Hundred!?

"That's right. In an emergency, only him."

"It hurts the way you say it."

... hundreds of meters all at once in a dozen seconds, and suddenly a hundred Secret Service chiefs rushing up to our position to come into the conversation.

It's a bucket.

"Well, shall we also begin the battle over here? Oh, Becker, you can't kill me this time."

"... Wow, that kind of hand? Glad you could just kick it."

If you turn your eyes, Sir Bonaparte pulls the sword out slurrily and slowly turns towards you.

I can't afford a crossbow long enough.

"Back off, Andy"

"It's our job from here on out."

Angelos and Aurora urge us to start withdrawing.

… the feast of the warriors was about to begin.

(cont 'd)