Half-elves Fall in Love

My name is Charles Grants.

He is the man who plans to make a name for himself in the later world as a great pioneer of mass communication in the trot.

My uncle at Wangdu University said, "Didn't mass printing just come in? So it's too much of a dream to eat," he smiles, "but the times ahead are information. Sharing information must soon become a major industry.

I hear there's already a breaking news medium spreading in the Southern Great Plains that will be a news paper. It is always decided in our time that the press will gain a great place even in the trot. Then it is also decided that it is better to spit on its status as a journalist.

It is only the opportunism of the old to be quick about it, etc. Times are always moving forward.

Yes, always a new era is made by young us.

When I said... my uncle laughed disgustingly.

King Ruth I of the Kingdom of Trot, five years.

In other words, four years will have passed since that sudden drama of regime change this year.

There is only one comma in the current lecture on the history of Wangdu College, a case to the extent that it is spoken of in the remainder of the Celesta War lecture, but I have not forgotten that there was a slightly puzzling move during that period.

I couldn't even drink yet at the time, but I remember exactly what the adults were up to on the eve of the regime change.

It could not have been King Ruth's (then Ruth, the Earl of Bonaparte) king's capital entering the castle, etc.

Instead, it should have come to light in rumors that the Count of Bonaparte… or the Great General, Arthur Bonaparte of the Sovereign Sword, is marching to defeat the King.

I remember when the Sword Saints who were smoking into the King's Capital as Ace Knight would respond, and we were here in the city talking about that once the King's Capital should bring out his family fortune before it became a battlefield.

However, it was interrupted in Canzone with the continuation of the report, once contacted by Celesta's deterrent forces, and the next day the town was plunged into chaos with a declaration issued that Prince Ruth, approved by the First Princess, Princess Raina, and the Duke of Gardner, had taken over the royal castle and taken office as the new king.

Sometimes what happened to the revolution of force, and there was confusion that Arthur Bonaparte was King Ruth's real father, and that this was a concerted action.

But they flowed in the midst of nowhere, and, for some reason, without any manifest rebellion from the nobles everywhere, the solemn granting and receiving of kingship was established.

Blessed and supported also by Celesta, Ruth I, who quickly became the Orthodox King, immediately followed the Great Sword Saints and the immobile Sword Saints, who should have beeped with his father, and ordered him to hide from his predecessor and Count Arthur Bonaparte.

And four years after that.

The royal castle, which was occupied by Celesta bureaucrats, gradually grew in appearance of the Trot people and became slightly more vibrant in the Trot King's capital.

I didn't care at the time, but now I know. We were frightened by Celesta's bottomless power, and instead of restarting our steps, we even gave up standing up.

There were other inexplicable variations at the time.

Although there was some interaction by the intermediary of Celesta, it was still a land of fear for the human race at the time, from the northern elf territory, that doh more international students.

They were good instructors and researchers only for longer lives than the human race. He also goes to martial arts, and often crosses each other with Kensei.

To the famous Yota tale of the Celesta War,

"Celesta had the strongest warrior known as the god of war, and that was a dark elf woman with no night class, no big back length, so she never stood out, but she couldn't beat any troops if she catered. Even the Sword Saints Brigade lost in her intervention"

There is, but I can nod when I look at the bottom line of the elves. I was wondering if they could possibly have such a miraculous existence if they were long-lived species.

He said Celesta couldn't even bottom-up because he didn't hate to admit the possibility of such a heterogeneous race, including the Auga and the Beastman.

And rumors have it that the shadow of friendly interaction with them had the roots of King Ruth.

It's just speculation from looking at the period of the regime change drama, but if it's true, I'll have to take my hat off for its foresight, its ability to act, and its ambition.

I find it frightening to think that he is the enemy of Trott.

When it comes to King Ruth's accomplishments, the revival of the Sword Sage, which was recently announced last year, has been largely covered.

Because I attached an authorization to Celesta to allow me to officially name "Kensei" to the Ace Knights, formerly known as Kensei, and future swordsmen who passed the Trot Kingdom style Kensei exam.

Though only by name, the Sword Sage is the pride and soul of the people.

The trot is still in Celesta's national position, and the National Army Command is not in the Royal Castle. But instead of the cheap and innocent name of Ace Knight and others, it greatly boosted the swordsmen's interest to restore this glorious title to the trot.

My uncle in the matter is also a scholar and at the same time a well-known swordsman, wearing the Ace Knight badge on his armor. I said how about replacing it with a newly delivered sword saint badge at this time, but my uncle laughed and shook his head.

"Swordsmen are swordsmen. Besides, I don't hate the name Celesta's Ace Knight. I'm also proud to be shouldering with them"

Maybe he has his own policy.

A particular topic of discussion in the recent first exam was the promotion of Ector Randall, an idol of Wangdu University for the Marquis Randall family.

Known also as the last sword saint under the former kingdom, he was certainly a gorgeous swordsman and was painted by many improvisational painters who vividly overwhelmed the other three sword saints and stuck their swords to the ground just right.

His uncle, who made him one of his uncles' direct disciples and now arranges his seats as a lecturer at Wangdu University, also explained satisfactorily various things to his bravery, which usually does not praise others.

But then in the booze seat, Mr. Randall leaves a humble comment: "Not yet," he said.

"I still have someone who wants to win. The woman... doesn't seem to be as interested in the Great Sword Saints."

Do you mean "the god of war”?

"It's not that guy. If you're going to beat him, you can't beat him to the point of becoming a Great Sword Saint."

Do you know the god of war?

"Ha."

He then lost his chance to learn more about the god of war because he had become unconscious back and forth with the fire wine.

I knew it was real.

I then decided to rely on his information to take a trip.

A woman who is not even interested in the Great Sword Saint while lowering Mr. Randall. And he's still young. It's a scoop.

"I'd rather go see him."

My uncle was dropping a gen trick on Mr. Randall's head that Soon Wangdu University will be busy with exam time.

I received a letter as his wish and I rode a carriage north.

The aim is the Autonomous Region of the Most Borderline Polka.

… the latest material, the first to know that it has become an autonomous community.

Polka, a city more famous than ever as a rushing temple for seriously ill patients whose doctors also threw a spoon.

The waters of this earth have a miracle spiritual experience and a heritage of healing every injury and illness but heavenly destiny.

To be honest, 80% of humans do not believe in such convenient stories as superstitions, even in Wang Capital and Folklore. If you are really dying, you will visit the land with the thought of straw.

but I have to say it sucks on the road. What's that road?

A full course of rocky mountains and muddy roads with mountains and valleys and little maintenance. The other guests in the station carriage also looked up. In a dying critical patient, wouldn't you take your breath away on the way out of that road in a carriage?

The city of Polka, which was reached by the other body.

To be honest, I was surprised.

It's as if it's not a trot.

Numerous elf beautiful men and women walk through the city and look more relaxed than the King's Capital. Whereas the townspeople don't feel comfortable with their elves, it's the end of snowscratching and carpentry work together.

When it comes to snow scratching and carpentry work, the number of augs and dwarves also keeps an eye out.

For some reason, the city also sees many orgasms and dwarves, some of them like the Fox Beast Man and the Cat Beast Man, who are active in each of them.

Speaking of which, I've heard of it.

This city is not only a trot, but from many countries, that people gather in search of water for its healing spiritual experience.

Then it makes sense that there are many Celestas and Affilms, and this diverse facial rash can also nod. I convinced myself so, but at the next moment my pathetic efforts were to be blown away by dust.

A pitch-black dragon jumped through the sky just a few dozen meters away.

It is not the Feilong of the Celesta Army Special High Speed Brigade. There's no way Feilong can hold a carriage or anything.

"Wow!!

After I looked up to heaven, I rushed to find a place to escape, but instead of fleeing, the people of the city smiled uniformly, waving and ending up dropping off a giant dragon.

"What's going on here!!

"'Cause Master Lyla's a good dragon, isn't she?

It doesn't make sense.

Isn't it common sense in the world for people to fear and flee when dragons can fly?

I can assure you that in the Southern Great Plains where I studied, we all panicked for sure.

I felt like I had gotten lost in another world rather than in a foreign country, entered the inn nearby with the flirtatious and rested for a night.

There may have been some tiredness in the carriage journey.

The next day I turned my back on myself and headed to Baron Goot's Hall, which governs this city.

I also have ink from Wangdu University that my uncle forced me out half way. I also wanted to ask those responsible to explain the chaos in this city, while also furthering my original goal of coverage: a woman stronger than the Great Sword Saint.

And when I gained momentum and entered the baron's office, there were four men and women inside.

Duran Goot, one of whom I could not tell you. Lord of this room.

The other three had astonishing facial rashes.

One is the predecessor, Ulysses Ernest.

One more is Arthur Bonaparte, Kazu Kensei.

These two had shown their faces to the folks so many times at the ceremony that I couldn't possibly have seen them wrong.

Yet another was a strangely great elf girl with silver hair.

Even if it's unusual for an elf to be drinking tea in a trot aristocratic hall, the three royal marquis nobles who are attached to it are unlikely to be the scenery seen on the border.

"You guys!!

Something. You are.

"Is that before noon today? Early."

"Grandpa, you haven't just had breakfast...... was that a human array, ho ho ho"

"Even the Elves are worried about the green Lord Shaquille."

"Baron, if you say that to the green people, we're at war. Huh?

"Ha, keep it a secret"

... was a surprisingly soothing space.

If you ask me, I hear Sir Bonaparte and his predecessor are here to feed on King Ruth's recommendation.

King Ruth, whose cold and spicy arms stand out, but you mean he had feelings for the crowded parents?

"Chill out?"

"Spicy wrist?"

"Ha ha."

"Is that the time for that Ruth to be said? I get old and I get old."

"Absolutely."

The Predecessors and Sir Bonaparte laughed off, but boasted that this was a calm assessment that never stood up to them.

More than that.

"This polka chaos, what the hell?

"Chaos."

"... If you're the first Trotman to come here, you might be surprised"

"If you ask me, maybe I am. Lord Irina, forgive the inexcusable words of this young man, peacefully."

"Ho ho ho, how angry are you at my childish rumblings"

... Me turning 21 this year, but I was treated like a child by my pepper daughter with such a chick.

But I didn't say that I would still be a child. I am an adult.

For the record, I heard later that she is 157 this year.

Elves are too mysterious.

The land is said to be a monumental place of exchange between the human race of elves and trots.

King Ruth didn't have much to do with it, which meant that it was either Baron Goot who was recognized as an elf friend.

I foolishly believe that it is also King Ruth's likeness for me to be thorough in the shadows, but aside from that, it was a testament to the friendship between the northern elves and the human race, that the land has become an area governed by special law as a buffer zone if it is put in an ill-willed way.

Though how much it is King Ruth's hidden land, I wonder if the law reform is also difficult to combine with Celesta's law in the trot today, but thank goodness Celesta also seems to have some sort of obsession or fringe in the land, which he says has transported relatively smoothly.

As a testament to that, they have Celesta's hundred men stationed here.

It's unusual.

Given the name Trott Corps, nominally our old Royal Army, which is treated as a one-sided army of Celesta, but I haven't heard many examples of soldiers from Celesta being allowed to march this far into the south anyway.

But now they exist, and some say they have acquired something like provisional nationality as residents of this autonomous community.

And I heard that the female swordsman in question is near the garrison district of that hundred men's squad, in the new town where development has recently begun here.

Once again, walking in the city, the augs, dwarves, and beasts have a lot of celesta.

That means he's an associate of the Hundreds.

Then I'm convinced. No matter how much you gather from all over the trot, there is nothing so diverse about subhumans.

I don't know what the fringe is, but this autonomous community is a champion of elf territory, trot and celesta.

Probably on the calculation that the presence of this area would work in diplomatic favor, as King Ruth's deliberate reluctance. That's not strange for that king.

There are many children in the new city.

It's a vibrant young city. It feels good to have hope for the future in places like this.

A little kid runs through in front of me. I guess it has an elf or that blood in it because my ears are pointy.

A woman nearby helped the child fall and cry.

She is a young lady as old as I am.

"Oh. Are you a traveler?

Look at my face, that's what she said and smiled.

I look like this and I'm stiff, but I got a little gray on that smile.

Or someone who seems nice. I hope you're not married.

"Yes, I went looking for people from Wangdu. I'd like to talk to you a little bit."

"Oh, wait a minute, please.... you..."

Your lady waves with a full smile.

Quick heartbreak.

It's not long before it comes out in color.

... and it was the giant orga that rushed over to your lady, so it's a chase. You're a human lady. You're such a beauty.

"Sylvia!!

"You, the traveler, are looking for people."

"Well, maybe I can help."

The guy in the orga doesn't have one horn, but he's a strangely low-back, soft guy compared to his gripping face.

And chest armor has a recognizable badge.

"... sword, saint...?

"Oh... yes, in this previous exam, I passed"

The ogre scratched his head as it lit up.

"Oh, I'm late for my offer. My name is Ernie McClain. Celesta Army, Northern Legion, First Crossbow. Ten men long."

This is my wife, Sylvia.

Two people who seem perfectly happy.

I feel like a loser pointlessly.

No, no.

I would have a different purpose.

"Uh... I heard there's a very strong female swordsman here"

"... Female Swordsman"

"Strong people......"

The two looked at each other a little.

"He's not here... is he?"

"No."

"I am... but who is it?

"I think it's the strongest. In the meantime, Mr. Randall, who became the Great Sword Saint, said he couldn't win yet."

…………

…………

They looked at each other again.

"... for once, is Mr. Aurora excluded? I haven't held a sword or anything lately."

"Excuse me, you won't win yet"

"Mr. Deane or Mr. Angelos... eh?

"Yeah, but if the story is old... like Captain Isaac's wife"

"Oh yeah, that guy was strong too...... I mean, Mr. Kate was super strong too"

"But maybe Mr. Lyla or Maia"

I want you to wait. Is there a lot of people that strong?

Though I was going to say Great Sword Saint for once.

... right.

There should be a name on the envelope I kept from Mr. Randall.

"... this is the guy. Angelina......?

"Angelina Neumann...... Sylvia, you know what?

"I wonder who..."

... There are strong swordsmen, but they don't have Angelina Neumann.

We're stuck.

I noticed after about half an hour that maybe it was someone's pseudonym.

If none of the strong female swordsmen they mentioned remembered themselves, then... well, I think I can write one book just for this weird autonomous region coverage, okay?

I apologize to Mr. Randall.

So when I walked into the right store around there was a dwarf girl inside who could sweat on healthy skin.

"There you are. Yo!

"Oh, oh, hello"

"Oh, that's a face you don't see. He's the first customer of the Smythson Martial Arts Store."

"Ha, ha"

It doesn't look like it's making any money.

But this Dwarf girl is adorable. Because my body is small is Dwarf, so I can't help it, because of the half of my chest swelling pushing up the tank top...... 15, 16 years old? No, it's a dwarf, so it's a half a hanging, and you're about 30? Well, it's cute.

I hope you're not married.

"Well... I'm looking for someone."

"You're a guest. Disappointing."

Wow. Shoulder dropped blatantly.

But, well, I can't help it. Anyway, I have to find people.

"Do you know someone named Angelina Neumann?"

…… If it's Angelos, I know.

This is Angelina Neumann.

"... that's a name I've heard of somewhere"

Think.

And he gave up in five seconds.

"Ask Apple or Selene what's N! Atashi is busy with store number, horseshoe beating and parenting!

"Oh, my God."

... My pitiful voice was twofold: that she was kicked in on my request and that she was an expectant.

Yeah, half.

Well, then all this beautiful girl, someone will propose first.

No, no. I'm not so interracial biased. I have no regrets.

"And if you'll excuse me... by the way, what about Mr. Selene or Mr. Apple?"

A guy named Selene says he's flying around and he's hard to get home (then don't tell me I'm an adult), so he goes to a guy named Apple.

... Along the way, I got lost.

No, it's not that wide. I just don't know because it's just an emerging residential area and it's just a similar house.

It's easier not to get lost because the Wang Capital is zoned.

... I used to be told that even while studying abroad "you have too much pointless confidence in your sense of direction".

"Hey, there's your glasses."

"Shit, my brother looks just like me."

That's how I turn right and left, this can be stopped by two beautiful women again.

One is the owner of a crisp beauty, the other is a woman with a white coat and a soft atmosphere.

It's a completely different vibe, but if you look closely, the backpack and detailed parts are similar and look like sisters.

"Oh, thank you."

"Traveler."

"Yes."

"I don't have a bath for tourists?"

"No."

Bath.

Why the bath? Is that or the pleasure zone?

I'm getting a little excited. Is there one here?

No, no. Forget it.

"I've been visiting because Mr. Apple says he knows better where someone named Angelina is, thank you."

"... why look for Angelos?

No, it's Mr. Angelina.

"That's Angelos' real name."

... I see.

"Oh, yeah? Anyway, I wanted to see you and ask you something."

"Who are you?"

...... Dark elves with slightly scary eyes. Someone who figured it out easily controls it.

"There's no one else to do anything to Anze, is there? Wouldn't it be okay if you were there, Anse?

"... well these days, don't make him serious about his Maia opponent... for his maid"

"Right?"

I wonder who Maia is. Speaking of which, it's like the beauty and the beast couple were talking about it earlier.

No, wasn't Mr. Angelina stronger than Mr. Randall before that?

You don't know so much about the ceiling. This place. What the hell is this place?

"... my name is Charles Grants from King's Capital, and I'm a pioneer in mass communication."

"Grants? Grants. Hundred long kids or something?

"Do you know my uncle?"

"... nephew. Right, my nephew."

"Eh heh. Deane, nephew, nephew..."

"Ugh, May. Wow, I'm going to give birth soon, too! Don't be good at it because you got pregnant a little early!

I feel like I'm listening to something raw and smelly, but what's for sure is these people seem to have husbands too.

Wouldn't there be a free beauty somewhere?

"That's Apple's Fortune Hall. If you want something fortunate, drop by later."

"No, I don't believe in divination or anything."

Uncertain information is an enemy of mass communication.

"Right."

The one who snorts lightly is crisp...... you said Deane, or she quickly turns back her heels and heads towards the house of Angelina of her destiny.

and approaching the door with Tsukatsuka, and suddenly opening the door without even knocking,

"Yay, ahhh... wow, come on, come on... Yikes!!

"Mr. Andy, this is... Andy."

Suddenly I came across a scene where two elf maids were being offended with their asses lined up and not even by one man.

…………

Mr. Deane immediately closed the door and sighed.

"Taking it in."

"... sounds like it"

It was a shocking scene but I hide my upset. I'm a fine adult.

"Wow, your penis is responding so fast."

"Leave me alone"

You looked clean, but don't say that in the face. Hmm. Okay.

After a while, they finally let me through the house.

The two elf maids looked nothing but fine maids, but apparently they were both swordsmen of considerable strength.

"I'm Angelina."

The maid of the smaller and cuter says with a musty red face. They care what they see.

It's more shocking to say this guy is Mr. Randall's goal than that. I was in the middle of being put out during the mecha earlier.

"... oh, you know, take this"

"From Ector? I miss you."

"You're talking about recently becoming the Great Sword Saint, Mr. Boyd said."

"You're already McClain."

And what is this central man? Enjoy and giggle with these two beauties.

"Nevertheless, was it you, Charles? You didn't come all the way here instead of Postman?

Mr. Deane speaks to me.

It was, it was.

... but hey this Angelina is not in the mood for an interview with just a cute elf.

It's funny here.

"I didn't think King Ruth was making such an interesting district. … I am a pioneer in mass communication in the future… No"

Explaining it made me stink. I'm a rap person who can talk as much about his intentions and ideals as he wants, if you ask me to, but there's more I want to hear from the people in front of me than there is from me here.

"I want to write a book. Let me ask you, why is this such a district? You've become such a district."

"Why... I don't care"

"It was Isaac and Boyd's serenity at first..."

"Can't we just talk about this for a long time?

At the front he and Angelina look at each other and get a strange look.

But with a snort.

"You might not fit in one book, huh?

"It's where I want it"

They laughed and spoke with joy.

"Right.... oh, it started one night 20 years ago when I met a half-elf with a little bit of love sickness"