Half-elves Fall in Love

While I escaped without the help of the battle myself, my sense-enhanced ears and eyes captured the entire end of the battle.

"Angelos, turn some at the end of Becker."

"Yes. Three Micagami, Bronson and Elliott are the captives of enemy soldiers defeated by Special Agent Becker Hundred! Later, Isaac's team is back in retreat!

Copy that!

The three men in order of combat, even in the Angelos squad, run past us and toward Isaac squad.

In front of those three eyes, the Great Sword Saints, defeated and groaned, disappear.

"Mr. Micagami, this is"

"It's magic! Phantom magic soldiers are still hiding!

Angelos quickly gives corrective instructions to the Micagami soldiers looking back.

"Chip... give priority to the withdrawal of Isaacs! If we turn Selene or Lyla, we can break the phantom."

"I don't know what else to do."

Hurry and change course, Micagami Orthodox soldiers circling beside Isaac and the others.

And before Angelos and Mr. Deane, Shura is slowly approaching.

"That's a gorgeous avant-garde."

Among the Angelos, the Regular Rank has not earned a Night Class other than the Regular Micagami. If your opponent is the Great Sword Saint and the Supreme Sword Saint, Theory is the one to step back and give way to Ace Knight as an avant-garde.

Inevitably, beauties like Mr. Deane, Aurora and Angelos will be at the forefront. Certainly not without glamour.

"Not gorgeous, Sung Masen"

Special Agent Becker Hundred, who says it's a little spoiled. Yeah, he's got a nice face there, but surely Osama isn't gorgeous.

Sir Bonaparte was the only one who was relaxed to look at that Secret Service Hundred, and the Old Sword Saints, who refrain behind him, were stiffening their hearts and minds.

"That's Daydreaming Sieg Becker, a high-speed swordsman who was accused of surpassing Dingil and Almeida."

"You don't seem very strong."

"I saw that earlier. If you're blurry, they'll kill you."

... uh, are you famous for that muscle after all, daydream?

I'm not sure what daydreaming is right now.

"It's what brought me troublesome and fun men... this is the Great Sword Saint 17 rides, and that is the Ace Knight 3 rides... 4 rides, including the Temple of War. Nice work, huh?

"What, that's not as much as you've come at us."

Mr. Deane speaks invincibly. Is that a haunt, too, or...

"Don't lick the Sword Saints Brigade, little girl!

"Our King's Sword Saint Brigade! There's no shortage because of this number of people! Even the Thousands will show you through!

The old sword saints colour.

but Mr. Deane doesn't move.

"Don't bark, lads"

And Mr. Deane waves.

... arrows flying in to plunder its overhead.

"Become!?

"You're not afraid to argue with each other!?

The rushing sword saints, but a few were struck by arrows and fell.

"Unfortunately, our crossbow squad is highly skilled"

Speaking of grandeur, Mr. Deane.

... Certainly no one in our squad can shoot apples 100 meters away. Even though the handling of the crossbow is more convenient than that of a normal bow, and Mr. Deane's perceptual enhancement magic is highly effective, it is an unrelenting training that has made that arm a reality.

Mr. Deane begins the battle by manipulating it skilfully as if the command itself were magic.

"17 to 4 makes me laugh! 17 to 100! Is there a helpless crew in my unit?

"Ku......!!

"Me!!

Sir Bonaparte accepts Mr. Deane's kick of power like a horseback assault as he releases a shock wave with one arm to mitigate. One-handed light shock waves still won't stop him, and Sir Bonaparte slips a few meters back as he scrapes the cobblestone with the nail tips of his iron shoes.

"Don't be frightened!

"Just four horsemen, if you pierce them, all you have to do is get a soft rear guard!

The Great Sword Saints swung their swords and stormed. But before that step turns into a disease, an overly precise sniper creates an equally spaced fence at the feet of the Sword Saints.

"Kuh!

Mr. Deane has created a target in the sight of the crew with a phantom, which helps with the sniping order.

Creating that separately for each member of the crew seems to be such a delicate technique that you can't do it first without someone like Mr. Deane, but the battle that its attack order allows is certainly a tactic effective enough to calculate 100 men's worth of combat power intact.

Mr. Deane attacks. Angelos emits a shockwave, Aurora cuts in with Kensei and pushes back several Grand Kensei together at such a speed that Special Agent Becker's hundred split.

The storm of arrows that strikes the Great Sword Saints trying to target those gaps all the time here. Mr. Deane's instructions are accurate and will never cause harm to his allies.

"Arthur Bonaparte!!

"Deane, god of war......!! But that's it! We didn't lose for nothing! We can snow that loss by winning now!

Sir Bonaparte's blast kathi lifting shockwave bursts.

Shatter the surrounding houses like a tornado. That, however, does not work for Mr. Deane.

"is ahhh!!

Shortly before the outbreak of the storm, Mr. Deane also fired two consecutive shockwaves on his kick leg, which he had received.

Does agility and instant stress favour Mr. Deane?

But.

"Not yet!!

To Mr. Deane, who is disfigured by two shockwave hits from a spinning kick to a Sobat, Sir Bonaparte hits a shockwave directly beside him with a knife to return.

I can't prevent this on boulders.

"Guaaaaa!!

Brilliant blow, Mr. Deane.

but just before that body is slapped, Special Agent Becker hundred people head into the rescue.

"Safe!

"Ku... Becker, you have the support of the Angelos!

"I know.... but let me be cool too."

Running down the wall, Mr. Deane, Special Agent Becker Hundred heads toward Sir Bonaparte as he pulls out the knife with both hands and holds it in reverse.

"Sieg Becker......!

"It's an honor to meet you!

Special Agent Becker Hundred jumped and in a flash slashed seven shots and slapped three kicks into Sir Bonaparte.

... I couldn't even see I attacked him if I hadn't enhanced my senses.

but still Sir Bonaparte takes the majority.

"Ooh."

"Huh, it's certainly fast! BUT...... ACE NIGHT!!

Another high-speed shock wave. The township of the accommodation town of Canzone is becoming more and more dusty.

but the Secret Service Hundred Chief turns behind it in an instant and turns it around.

"Yes, it's Ace Knight."

"… do you want to scratch?"

I don't want to die.

... Apparently the top speed of the moment now was beyond Sir Bonaparte's predictions. Slightly more room disappeared from the look on his face.

"I heard it was as fast as the god of war... thank you. That sounds like sheep's skin"

"What about him?"

"Being an Ace Knight is in itself a hideout... I see they call it Queer's best bender Ace Knight"

"I'm not really happy with that kind of name."

Secretary Hundred and Sir Bonaparte change their minds at the same time.

Secret Service chiefs had changed their faces, too. It's not the defective middle-aged face that gave me the usual shobo, it's the face of a battle junkie, who opened his eyes and pasted joy on his face.

"Whoa, whoa!!

"Daaaaaa!!

Gah, gah, gah!!

... a meeting that is no longer understandable, even with an enhanced feeling, has begun.

Unsurprisingly, the Angelos continued their battle for the superiority of the Great Sword Saints against their opponents, even when their cover was interrupted.

"Haaaaaa!!

"Shh!

Angelos cuts in at once and Aurora follows the enemies around.

The enemies that Aurora retrieved are also pushed back by other escort infantry as a group.

Even if they are old, they are sword saints, even if they rot. Every Kensei uses about a shock wave.

That, too, was avoided by a thread of undisturbed collaboration, and the front was maintained while inviting each other to argue.

"Damn...... what, to these girls!

"This is still an adult!

"I'll tell you what, I'm younger!

... while I disagree that it doesn't matter.

"I'll never let you through from here on out."

"Let's be graceful, Kensei history"

When the two men who stand on their backs do it right and reliable, the infantry on their side boils down, and the enemy sword saint frightens.

And after we stared at each other.

"... Gentlemen, let's retreat! This is not the right time to scatter!

Voices echo from space and the Sword Saints begin to retreat with faces like bitter bugs chewed up.

"There!!

When Mr. Deane throws a stone, the phantom unravels and one old man floats.

It's a roughly swordsman's hard style, but was he in charge of phantom tactics?

"Lord Conwalt!

Sir Bonaparte covers the old man, letting another shockwave go instead of blinding him and retreating.

"... of Wangdu University now"

"You were Dean Cowle Conwalt... damn, the old man in this country is so always this guy"

Mr. Deane tells me to throw up.

Regardless of the clumsy martial arts, I can't believe even the knowledge base would participate in such a battle without trusting this generation.

We're pulling back into position, too.

Isaac Squad had several injured, including Isaac, but he was relieved that there was always nothing else in his life.

"Though... some would have been dangerous without Dr. Hilda"

Micagami clouds his expression.

Despite all those fancy fights, only four people were able to scrape, or tie, up.

"If we keep this up, there's a chance we'll be cut off soon."

"With this breakthrough failure, grandfathers may refrain from darkless assaults and switch to this way of fighting."

I dislike the words of a hundred Secret Service chiefs.

"I hope Lyla gets back soon."

The water of the Spirit Springs is calculated from the speed of Lyra's flight so that it reaches the end of the battle and the expected sunset. Even if it's too fast, the water effects of the Spirit Springs run out, so no.

"Dear Lila...... Oh, I can see it over there"

Maia, who was looking at the northern sky at the exit of the tent, announces the arrival of Lyla.

The water she brings will be just the rain of grace for Isaac Squad. We got out of the tent with Zorozolo and waited for his arrival.

"Which neighborhood?

"Over there...... may still only look like a dot to Master Andy"

Watch the one Maia points to.

It's getting bigger and bigger, the black shadow.

Yeah. That silhouette is lila.

and from directly beneath that lila, a lightning flash blew up.

Lyla is hit directly by the flash and crashes as she stirs.

"Dear Lila!?

"Duh, what are you talking about? Arr!

"... alarmed, speaking of which, to the Sword Saint Brigade..."

"Dragon Slayer!"

Nodding with Mr. Deane.

"Mr. Hilda, come here for a moment! It's an emergency!

"Maia, I'm going to help Lyla! To the dragon body!

"Yeah!"

Maia posed and set aside for a moment to descend the Blue Dragon on the snowfield in the sunset.

Behind that back, me, Mr. Deane, and Mr. Hilda ride in a hurry.

Lyla was falling naked on a snowfield, covered in massive amounts of blood and fragments of a carriage that should have been filled with leather bags filled with water from the Spirit Springs.

"Lila!"

"Dear Lila!

"Lila!

We get off right next to her and wake up Lyla.

... from the chest to the flank, was thoroughly torn.

"Ho... hey, welcome... thank you..."

"Lyla! Hold on!

"It's Spirit Springs water! Maia, get a safe water bag!

"Yeah!"

Mr. Deane gives instructions and searches for something safe from the water bags that Maia scatters around.

"There it is! This!"

"Try freezing me just in case"

"If it still works, it shouldn't freeze."

The Polka Spirit Springs will remain in effect for half a day. And when it loses its effect, it becomes just water.

Whether or not the effect is frozen can be seen.

Maia squeezes her hand when I tell her to, and she breathes cold air.

It didn't freeze.

"All right, let him bathe!

"Here, in this cold weather, what is water?"

"Patience, fool"

When we tried to get Lyla to water, a stone flew from somewhere.

Mr. Deane slaps it off before it hits me straight in the hand.

…………

When Mr. Deane glanced at him more as he flew in and whispered something, the phantom was blown away and Sir Bonaparte appeared from inside.

In my hand, I carry a dragon slayer to drag.

"Arthur Bonaparte!"

"I dropped the dragon. Yeah, I'd be in trouble if they saved me."

"... hey"

Anger sprouts in my stomach.

You can stand to be targeted, but you just try to kill a flying lila as you deserve.

"Wait, Lord Owner."

When I bite my teeth and try to exfoliate Sir Bonaparte from my intent to kill, Lyla pulls that my hand and stops.

"Lila."

"... that's right, justice isn't."

"... but"

Lyla smiled and shook her head, leaving a painful wound on that beautiful limb.

... right.

Lyla doesn't want me to bend justice for Lyla, even if she dies.

"You look up loyal, dragon."

Sir Bonaparte says so strangely and with dignity, trying to stir me up.

... right.

Sir Bonaparte is in a hurry, too.

Know our intentions to fight and scatter and even try to stop it.

I'm hoping to somehow take it to the ideal glorious scatter.

Around where you still can't kill the extra, you still remain a straight sword saint.

"Lila."

"Ho."

"... you are my proud dragon"

…………

"Don't die yet. I want to brag about you all over the world."

"... Andy"

"My dragon is the kindest and strongest guy in the world."

"... glad, duh.... I'm really glad to hear it."

Stroking Lyla's head, I pour the contents of the water bag into Lyla's chest again, and stand up and stare at Sir Bonaparte.

"Don't think you'll get what you want, old man"

"... hmm"

Sir Bonaparte snorted boringly and walked away.

Jeanne screamed as she brought the fallen Lyla into position.

"Sister Lyla!!

Lyla hasn't woken up yet after losing consciousness on her way in.

Jeanne burst into tears as she was stitched together and wrapped around in a bandage, looking too painful Lyla.

"I'll butch kill you, that fucking human!!

Grab the hammer and I'll hold Jeanne still trying to get out of position.

"Wait."

"Out of the way! If you interrupt any of the ten chiefs now, I'll kill you!!

…………

This is the first time Jeanne has gone mad so far.

But that might be true.

Jeanne is a child who was insulted in the colony and helped and mercied by Lyla.

I'd have to be mad if my parents hurt Lyla equal to me, and so much accidentally.

But.

"No. Out of the way."

"Damn it!!

"There's no way out of my way. I won't let anyone die."

"Ten long!!

That's my justice I proclaimed in front of Lyla.

So, for Lyla's sake, I don't bend.

"If you really want to kill me, kill me first, Jeanne."

…………

Stick out your critical teeth, Jeanne intimidates me.

If you really care about that, Jeanne's hammer will be able to mince me in an instant.

Mr. Deane looks at me worryingly, and Maia is wondering if she has stopped Jeanne or protected me.

... Would Jeanne have been staring at me for a few minutes?

"... why are you being so mean, the ten chiefs..."

Put the decoy and hammer down, and Jeanne cried down.

Hold that Jeanne gently and I'll gently stroke her shoulder.

"... I'm fine. I... we'll save them all."

"Honestly, what do you think, Andy"

Send Jeanne to bed, tired of crying, and then Mr. Deane asks me.

"Win while keeping everyone alive. Let's just say we can do this.... I'll do it. But then what?

"… persuade"

"The people are no longer thriving on Bonaparte's words. It's not just a matter of 'I knew I'd quit'. Then there will be a riot."

…………

Yes... what is it?

But.

"Then I will persuade the people... Because it's Kensei, isn't it? Great Kensei, isn't it? There's no such thing as denying those who were the admirers of the trot because they didn't revolutionize. It was originally just a monkey play in the name."

"You're not good for politics.... I'm not saying your place is bad. But I need it. Once you've grabbed the hearts of the people, you'll never know where they're going."

…………

Is what I'm doing irresponsible?

Don't you guys want that?

I don't want to think that way. The trot... the humans.

I want to believe that we can live together, thankfully, and proudly and peacefully.

"I... still. Still, I don't like to abandon everything."

…………

Mr. Deane meditates on his eyes and shuts up.

You're thinking about how you can make my selfishness come true.

... because that's who this guy is.

I'm sure if I keep fighting for Bonaparte's old men my whole life, they'll keep fighting next door.

I don't think so anymore, not complacency. That's what this man's love is all about.

... Think about it, all the women around me are good women.

You personally embrace my selfishness and disaster, you make your future come true, and you keep believing in me.

Even for those girls, I just can't give up heckling.

I think I can make it happen.

Such a future to make Bonaparte's old man or king do what his father couldn't.

Such a common life.

"That's right. Yes, it is."

Such a voice echoed in the snowfield at night.

◇ ◇ ◇

In the arrow, the declaration of war is delivered again.

But that's not a battle arrangement between the Crossbow Squad and the Sword Saints Brigade.

Just a fulfillment.

─ ─ To Lord Arthur Bonaparte of Sword St.

I, Andy Smythson, sign you up for a duel.

The location is at the summit of King's Capital Guardian Mountain and Karbama, and the time is tomorrow at noon.

Under Deane Hundred, the Celesta Merchant National Army promises to be untouched with its pride.

He must have come.

I thought it was some kind of joke.

"But if I don't, I'm not going to be able to talk to you in Sashimi."

Old man, here he comes.

I answered such a stupid letter, disciplined.

His story was that he was proud that he was born this way, that only a duel had ever escaped or lost at one time.

"You mean duel. What to bet, young man"

"What shall we bet"

"... you called me to a duel without deciding?

I shrugged my shoulders as I sat on a rock to my frowning old man.

"What do you want? I'm not a swordsman. I'm not even a wizard. I'm not a decent blacksmith or a scholar. There is only one thing to be proud of. Just that he's the son of Peter Smythson, a blacksmith in the Trot Kingdom Polka."

"... okay. So first of all, what would you like me to bet on?"

"It's about listening to me. And to answer properly."

"... you've come a long way smaller. Put your life at risk, is that okay?"

"I don't think it would ever be cheap to deal with the invincible Sword Saint."

The old man puts the sword he brings to the rock, removes his cape, and slowly places it between him and opens his mouth.

"Then when I win, I'll have you swear you won't stand before me anymore"

"Is that okay?"

"What more can you do?"

I laughed. This old man knows very well.

I can't do anything. There's a lot of amazing guys around me, but what I've been able to do is always just the first step and a mouthful of ideals. And porn.

But I dare to open my mouth.

"I can protect everything."

"... that's a good thing about prestige"

◇ ◇ ◇

"Ha, this is... excuse me. Please, come through."

"I'm sorry.... really."

"What?"

…………

"Oh, if you look... excuse me, but I need a messenger first..."

"You don't have to."

"Yes?"

…………

"... um, oh? Oh, my God, were you planning on coming to see me at this hour?

"No. From here on out, all plans are counterproductive."

◇ ◇ ◇

Bonaparte's old man saw me standing unarmed without a single blade and took a knife out of his own luggage and let it go in front of me with a sheath on it.

"Round hips will fit the duel."

"I'm here to save you. Can you use a blade to save someone?"

"... save, huh? You're always dreaming and you say you're impotent, but only this time you've come here with a cock."

The old man, after a sneer smile, made an angry look that seemed to kill the demon with just that look.

"Don't lick me, you hungry ghost! What do you know about growing up in the country without knowing anything and waving your tail to a foreign country without doing anything! You want to save me? Don't think about it! This fifty years as my trot swordsman, it's not light enough to be saved by hungry ghosts like you!

"... Ha"

Honestly, my liver cut cold.

But.

I have on my back the thoughts of my fellow believers in me and the women who loved me so badly.

There is no trembling or falling back.

"No, I won't admit it. After all, I can't admit that your fifty years only gave rise to such a dick."

"What...!?

"Your fifty years. Forty years of kings. My father's entire life. Mr. Linda's half life. The parent of Thread, the baron of Polka, my mother's life so far, those many old sword saint times."

I held my fist and put on a fighting pose.

It's not worth it to add up all 25 years of what I've won in a punching fight.

Still, I wielded my fist.

"We were born by you!

I hit him.

"We admired you guys!

I hit him.

"You think you can't grab the next era without even borrowing Temeer's hand, you fucking jizzy!!

With all my might, I beat him up.

◇ ◇ ◇

"... this sword, what do you mean? Ruth Bonaparte."

"It's a revolution, my lord. You will be asked to step down the throne. Good luck."

"Do you want me to leave this eagle and become king? To the king of such a loser country."

"That's right. … no, is it a loser country or something"

"Yeah. I won't admit such ramblings to my husband's country. Father."

"Raina......"

"With my proud father! This trot you built, my wife's pride! Will this beautiful earth be the land of the losers when those reluctant swordsaints! I hereby declare! Abolishing the old king, who forgot me to defeat, and once again raising this flag with pride to every one of his people, when he rebuilds it!

"... Ruth...!!

"We don't need a blood-colored doorstep or anything like that in our, this trot's future! Bear on this back the six hundred years of trot history and the trust of three million people, and the love of your beloved wife! Watch but be good, Father and Father, we prove ourselves to be your proud sons!

"... Gardner... you betrayed me...?

"Ha, my king. It is bad to try to stand out with this Grand Duke as a sidekick.... Yeah, the old man can't make the future. The future belongs to the children. I just remembered that."

◇ ◇ ◇

I kept beating up my old man with fear of him, awe, and a tremor all over my body.

"Do you see the country that Temeer and the others built! Can't you see the pride Temeer and the others left behind! With craftsmen who kept stretching their spines for Temeer and others! With celestas, afilms, and elves who feared Temeer and others! There are children who will be born and hear the legend of Kensei! How much do you think they are! I don't think that's all it takes is two days or three days for a violent life to end!

"Gu... Ugh, shit..."

Horseback riding on a fallen old man, I wave my fist down crying.

"Temeye is obliged to live and be filial! As long as the life I get from heaven, I'm obliged to be there as a longing for those fucking kids who yearned for Temeye! If you want to tell your kids how proud you are, keep telling them! If you want to stretch your spine and show it, keep showing it! And hold my grandson, spoil him, raise him, and say I'm glad I'm doing my best, that it was worth the effort, that I just have to say it was a happy life and then die!

"Grrr..."

"We're trying to be strong! You try to be strong to have a happy life without letting someone you loved die! I guess that's what a good country is! Parents, children! Neighbors, friends! I guess I'll do my best to make it a country where I can spell" happily ever after "!

"... ugh... ugh..."

"I will never admit to dying if I try my hardest, king or sword saint! Talk about that and your kids can work hard!!

From the fist, blood danced.

My old man's lips were cut, but my fists were worn out, not used to hitting things any more.

... And the old man, he was crying.

"... ku, uhhhhhhhh..."

Crying, the old man held me tight.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... we're, like... this is the only parent I can think of, and I'm sorry... ugh!!

…………

"You're my loser... my... second time, you're a loser"

◇ ◇ ◇

"I command you, Sword Saint Brigades. The king has been deposed. Attend the new king's reign ceremony as soon as possible."

"Oh... hey, whatever that is"

"Lord Bonaparte isn't home yet! I can't believe Celesta's dark elves have come this far..."

"He says the king is out of office more than that!? It's too early!

"I repeat: King Ulysses has withdrawn. A new king is born. Kensei, you must attend the new king's reign ceremony as soon as possible."

"What do you mean..."

"Are you willing to absolve us...!?

"Without Lord Bonaparte, we alone... do we have a winning eye for the troops of the god of war..."

"... I will listen"

"Lord Conwalt!?

"Dark elves. What are you going to do with the Sword Saint Brigade...... oh, you are!?

"Oh, it's been a long time, Dean Conwalt.... No, that was a good 'exercise'"

"Eh, exercise......!?

"It would be an exercise. No one has died, including military civilians. Is that what you hear from my daughter?

"... what do you mean? The sincerity..."

"There can be no sincerity or nothing. I swear.... well, I guess I'll just say that my daughter's son-in-law's generation of reasoning is a little..."

……

"Hehe, this is the story."... Oh, I'm sure this country will be better. A country with proud young people will surely be stronger. Please, let's raise the cup together. Because I'm sure the new king still needs old stories. "

"... ok. His Excellency Minister Ashton."

(to epilogue)