Half-elves Fall in Love

"Khushu..."

"Take off that heavy looking armor first. Wipe your body properly."

"Oh, oh..."

"And that's an unusual piece of armor."

"Oh, is that right? Though I don't think it's much of an exotic thing compared to Celesta's."

"Well, I guess... at least it's not from the trot, is it? I wonder if I can take good care of it."

"Care!?

"Oh, and this used to fix the armor of the border guards? My dead husband is a blacksmith..."

"Did you... Then let me sweeten you to the words. It's embarrassing, but as you can see, it's an exotic product, and I can feel it coming out to a regular blacksmith. I have had minimal oiling and surface polishing, but I haven't had proper maintenance in the past few years."

"Yes. Then I'll do whatever I can.... and the clothes try this on for now"

"... a sweater? Much bigger for Lord Marie's..."

"It's a little too small for my size, isn't it? … knitted for my son."

"You have a son! I'm sorry, I can't stay like this forever."

"I'm fine. I'm not here."

"... what?

"... I was in a borderline town called Polka until a few years ago. From there, when I was ten years old, I put him in public service at the Wang Capital Workshop, and he pulled me in the Celesta War, and that's exactly it. Years later, there was no phonetics in the public workshop... and he probably died."

"Oh well... sorry, it's hard"

"It's okay.... It's only 'maybe' when I say I'm dead. The bones didn't come back. Polka was a cold town, so every year, it's become a habit to knit sweaters so you can come back whenever you want. Always imagine the back length of a son you can't see from your neighbors… knit as good as your husband when you're growing up"

…………

"... I'm sorry I didn't get around to it, but is it creepy to wear something knitted on a dead child?"

"No.... no problem. Lord Marie, I thank you for wearing it."

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I was lodged in the gendarmerie cabin that evening.

"No, I've done nothing wrong," he asked the gendarmerie to join hands in an attempt to release him. Because hotels are expensive around here. Most importantly, Spear Woman/Almeida is scared because she doesn't know where she's going to suck from.

And the next day.

Mats and blankets brought to me by the gendarmerie, mainly in awe against Maia, well an extraordinarily comfortable morning over Nojuku.

but before the morning sun even rose yet, the stuffing was noisier and woke up.

"... I wonder if something happened"

"I wonder what's going on."

Face to face with Selene, who was shouldering each other. Maia is still dreaming about my knees.

and.

"... here it is!

Suddenly someone peeked into the cell, Doyadhya and a lot of people slipped into the hallway in front of the cell, and momentum broke the lattice in the cell.

"... Again! Lord Smythson, Maia! And Lord Selene!

It was a beautiful young man with long, long hair who looked at our faces and shouted.

"Gorks!?

He was Gorks, the surrogate chief of the family of oranges who fought together in northern elf territory.

And while surprised by the unexpected reunion, Gorks turns his bah and sword to the gendarmes behind him.

"Let me explain something to you, I've connected our allies to jail and so on! Depending on things and our orange family, you can't keep quiet!

"Wait, wait, wait."

You're super wrong!

"Lord Smythson. I know you are a brave but harmonious figure, but a resolute attitude is a must for unjust abuse! Even if it is against the world of men, we will do our utmost to strengthen it. That's all the blessings of the North for you..."

"Oh, my God! Nothing. We're not being abused! I just borrowed the barn!

"... Huh?

"Something's been a little nasty! Yesterday!"

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Good morning, Lord Marie.

"Good morning, Mr. Almeida. Did you sleep well?

"I'm sorry, I'm occupying the bed..."

"It's okay. Better than that, is this it?

"Ooh... the armor, it's like new"

"I didn't have a lot of tools, so I really did what I could.... the left shoulder joint, it's time for the limit, so you should ask the blacksmith to fix it properly, even if you're somewhat distracted. I've reinforced it, but if I can't do it two or three times, I might break it and take it off."

"No, I really don't... I will certainly reward you for this."

"It's okay, as long as you're embarrassed by the comfort of quitting.... than that, you dropped something on the canal, didn't you? I'm going to go work at the fish market, but can I ask a young lad who's good at diving?

"Yes...... no, I'll dive in to get it myself. With all these days, there's no problem."

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Gorks had apparently come out to send an elf for an overseas student.

Folklore's college is relatively aggressive in accepting the elves.

"I'm so sorry..."

"Yes, no, it's good to know it's a misunderstanding"

The captain of the gendarmerie accepts in awe that the Gorks will bow their heads deeply.

Like the dragon, the northern elves must be an inexperienced force. You don't want to do much.

"Nevertheless...... I didn't know you would bother to rent a cell to sleep. What kind of trouble is it? While Maia."

"Oh... the elf paladin of the film attacked me."

"Elf......? Can you let me know more?"

"No, we don't know exactly what we're asking..."

Gorks squeezed his straight face tight and looked at us slowly.

"Elves in the Afilm Peninsula are also, if they are former, our division. You deserve the blessing of our Nine Families, and you deserve a broken gate to point the blade. If you can match it properly, you can stop being a wolf."

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"Ugh... cold"

"Did you find him properly?

"Yeah, yeah."

"An iron wand… and a purse. I'm glad it's not light."

"Sure... Ugh"

"Still, you're not bold. I can't believe a young girl jumps naked into a canal.... It's a pleasure to say this. Shouldn't we be a little more discreet?

"Wow, it's not uncommon to see raw skin on the battlefield, Muto like me. Let others search for things… and your son's sweater, wet and stretched."

"If you'd told me, I'd have done something about a rolled cloth"

"Ugh.... still, well, they found me. All right, let's say."

"Couscous.... I'm not good at sweetening people, Mr. Almeida."

…………

"My dead husband was just sweet all around."

"... Oh, that's not very complimentary"

"Right. Normally, yes.... but now that I think about it, it's a beautiful thing to think about."

"I used to think that I was embarrassed to bother people all the time. But I think it's warm to come out of this city and have someone to annoy, someone to annoy me..."

"Warm...... you?

"Because that's a connection. Trouble with someone, apologize, make amends. Troubled, forgive, help. Being able to repeat those things at will is warm, after all. Besides, my husband wasn't a man who hesitated to apologize, atone, and give it back. I was giving it back, even if they said 'fine'. My husband was very fond of me, though I lost everything because of you.... Hey Almeida. It may be virtuous not to be sweet, but I don't think it's virtuous to be sweet."

"... Marie, my lord"

"Be sweet and good.... you, I feel kind of like me."

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Gorks nodded forcefully, listening to a great deal of talk.

"Deep green Almeida. I've heard of it. I don't know how I got out of the film."

"Talk, I wonder if it makes sense"

"I asked, and I want you to leave it to us. If you attack Lord Smythson again, we will intercept you."

"... that's reliable though"

Like Diel in Red, who bought himself a private soldier captain of a demon crusade near the Holy Beast Labyrinth, Gorks said he was quite a swordsman. At least they have Angelos and Aurora prowess.

but.

"Almeida at heart, I only know I fell into the canal."

…………

I don't know where it jumps from. Maybe it's flowing downstream somewhere, or it's crawling all the way up and urinating around it.

Either way, it's hard to hold that trend back on us. Although the number of elves is somewhat large, the city of Forklore is vast and complex.

"Then let's come with it as an escort. You must have come to this city for a purpose. It will be fulfilled. I hope Almeida shows up in the meantime. If he shows up, I'll intercept him. I think this is your best shot."

"... right"

That means.

"... go back to find your mother, huh? I'm starting to think it's that smooth right now."

"But because Mr. Gorks is saying, don't do anything, and go straight home, right?

"If it's wide, I'll freeze it and kill it"

"No, no, don't kill me. We didn't come here to do that."

So, after a few minutes of rubbing, I decided to go.

"Speaking of which, the gendarmerie should be somewhat familiar with the streets, right?

"Ah, oh. Well, we can't talk about it without a land book to keep you safe."

Serene talks to me, and the captain of the gendarmerie puts his chest up like that for now.

"So... around Maia's rampage yesterday, a middle-aged woman named Mr. Smythson has moved in the last few years, or what, I don't know?

"Mm... I need you to wait a minute. Hey, who's in charge on Isle XVIII?"

"It's Cornell."

"Call Cornell and ask him if he knows the woman with the Smythson surname"

A few minutes later.

Mr. Cornell, the gendarme in charge, is here.

"Mr. Smythson. Hey. I don't know exactly what the name is because it's a lot of people in and out, but there are a couple of middle-aged women who live alone."

"Chestnut hair, she's about fifty, but she's probably still about forty years old, and uh"

Think for a second.

I should have had a few more tips Apple gave me.

"... fish or yarn work, I think"

"... Oh, uh, I do have a widow over there cleaning the fish market. It's like they called me Aunt Marie."

"That's it!

... No, if you believe in Apple's fortune telling and Selene's profiling, though.

"Show me!

Well, no way. If you're wrong, you can go back to the polka and get it reoccupied.

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"... Lord Marie. Listen, can you"

"Yes."

"I'm an elf. Paladin of the Affilm Empire. He was a knight honored with the name of a dance spear."

"... yes"

"Forgive the magical imitation... you're not surprised"

"You're insulting the blacksmith's wife a little.... armor style, you know where it comes from. Neither the badge nor the indistinguishable."

"... as you can guess.... I am the knight of the Duchy of Rennes. And he was a kind of gendarmerie in the Elf family."

…………

"Elves are generally a closed race, but Rennes Forest Elves are particularly harsh. I pledge my allegiance to the Spirit of Light, who lives in the land, even though I am out of the woods to the north, and therefore overwhelmingly aspire to be a strong piece of rock. … laying a kind of fear politics by inflicting a 'disease that turns into a tree' on a family member who moves out of the will of his family, a bleeding elf"

"Yes..."

"Unity of will brought powerful power to the Community, and I had no doubt about policy. For an incomplete family member who could not have been an elf to be part of the forest, pitiful but on one side honorable, I believed. But..."

…………

"The central part of the deep-green clan… The Grand Duke of Rennes ordered such mixed 'trees' to be harvested without hesitation for the construction of Rennes' new royal castle. Though unjust, he tore the flesh of his sons and told them to pretend to be royal castles with it!

…………

"I wasn't convinced. And I finally realized my own mistake to cross forever. That was no honor or anything. After the repetition of each festival chasing only the shadow of distant authority, it was only a procedure for a roughly cold preservation, created by an old, worn sensibility. I, ashamed of myself, cut off my ties with my family to atone, came to this trot"

"It was..."

"The trot escapes the pursuit of the inspectors of the deep-green clan, the first land where the mixture escapes. I hope the trot has tolerated the passage of elves since the earlier war. I set up in Forklore, the gateway to the west of the country, and decided to protect the mixed things that had escaped with my hands.... Probably just hypocrisy. I just want to be atoned for. Even so, I can't think of anything else."

"... you suffered, Mr. Almeida"

"No. Ah...... no, I guess so. I guess it was painful.... but I bear a sin that no one can sweeten. I don't think it should be sweet."

"No. That's not true, Almeida"

"... can I learn how to be sweet, even if I am like this"

"Yeah. Yeah. It would have been painful.... I will only do my best if the painful one endures even more. You still have tomorrow to walk."

"... Marie, my lord..."

"Almeida"

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Knock on the door.

... Kind of cute "Yikes!? I think I heard a voice," but that's it.

"... who is it?

I heard a nostalgic voice from inside.

"You're Marie Smythson, aren't you?

"Yes," said Mr Cornell, surprised when he visited.

Hit it.

"Mother."

When I call, a few seconds of silence from beyond the door.

"... my son says he died in the war..."

Confused voice.

Well, I can't help it. I know. I stopped at the age of ten among the Polka people at the time. I'm sure you won't know what you look like or what your voice is right now.

Let's be patient.

"I heard it at the polka. Dad, you're dead."

"I also met Mr. Jackie.... I also met the Baron, Keel from the bungalow and Johnny from the liquor store. Everybody thought I was dead."

…………

"But I'm alive. I was incorporated into the Celesta Army, and I came out just a little bit, and... I lived properly, and I'm back. It's me, Andy, Mom."

…………

After a few more seconds of silence.

Suddenly, the sound of something breaking across the wall.

... glass windows?

And the next moment, the gorks right beside me, they pop me.

Maia caught me and landed before I blew up all at once from the top of the stairs to the road.

And on the stairs, a swinging iron wand was smashing down a wooden staircase.

"Almeida......!

…………

Gorks dares to jump down the stairs to pull out his sword. The passage was narrow as it was and could not be pulled out.

Mr. Cornell, the gendarmerie, who doesn't know what's going on at the top, and is solidifying with his eyes round. Next to it, for some reason, a sexy looking Almeida in a sweater stares at me with an iron wand beside her.

And ignore the Gorks and jump best, get off to the ground.

Maia, keep me in your arms for more backsteps. Secure a large area.

Around it, the elves of the Gorks lay their own weapons to consolidate.

Almeida ignored Gorks pulling out his sword behind his back and gently deformed the iron wand into a spear.

"You were Lord Marie's son."

"To?"

"A garbage scumbag who is born into such a woman's child while enslaving a weak mixture... there is enough to look down on"

"Huh? Huh?

What's going on?

"Mr. Marie...... Mr. Marie!?

I hear Mr. Cornell in a hurry from my mother's room.

"Smythson! Mother is fainting.

"... guess the moment I hear your voice. The brutal reality is that he..."

... I see.

I don't know, but you know him.

"Almeida, unfortunately, maybe you misunderstand so much."

"You think the name engraved on that Selene collar is anything other than you?

It's not like that.

"I am no longer a mixture... no, I am not willing to let my family trace their unbroken destiny"

"Let's talk for a second!?

The naked sweater paladin put the spear deep and stood just fine.

"Ready!!

And disappear.

A spear stabbed a straight line at something that broke in on the way.

"Sele...... n......!?

Almeida opens her eyes.

Selene speaks to Almeida in a discontinuous manner to her dismay.

"Almeida... listen to me... you know... I'm happy...?

"Selene...... Selene!!

"So... right?

The spear was stunning right in front of me.

... the wheat bag that was around there.

Almeida goes in front of that wheat bag (which, apparently, only looks serene to Almeida in a phantom), with a desperate face.

In contrast, a perfectly fine selenium speaks in a deliberate interrupted voice while supporting a wheat bag.

"You know... I... became a slave myself... and gave the person I love a proof that I own it... did I...?

"Ugh, that's a lie... no..."

Tsukatsuka and Gorks drop in from behind and take up the spear.

A wheat bag that collapses in a dsuch. Almeida to take it.

... and they noticed a phantom around there.

"... hmm?

"Deep green Almeida. I am the name of the orange, Gorks. restrain themselves."

"... eh, eh!?

Almeida screams in comparison to the hollow wheat bag, the spear taken and the selenium standing fine.

"Hey, what!? What happened!? Oh, hey, Andy Smythson! You're a coward!!

"... let's just calm down and talk. Huh?"

"... Impossible"

Almeida, who was held captive in the "silk chain" the Gorks brought (the same guy Lila had, apparently, is also made at Misty Palace), said all the time.

"It doesn't matter what you think. You think you're a female slave from yourself!? I don't understand you as a woman!!

"But there are about six others around Mr. Andy, right?

"You must be using some kind of medicine or something!

An exasperating Almeida.

"No, dark-green Almeida"

Gorks advancing with a strange face.

"Lord Smythson, as a skilled tutor, knows nothing in the North Forest. He's magnificent."

"Misunderstood. Please shut up."

Feisa.

And naturally, that Almeida interrogation location can't be on the street, and I rent my mother's room.

And it seems my mother was awake from the middle of nowhere.

"Because Mr. Andy is really sweet and brave and cool!

"Yeah. And clever, eclectic, and stunning."

"That's why it wouldn't be common sense for seven female slaves in this trot of monogamous couples! Tell me how else to interpret it!

"Zane, Mr. Andy works for the Celesta Army."

"You should be able to tie Master Andy up with some trot law in the first place. Two dragon riders."

"Oh, how far are the facts now and where are the law nuts from! Lord Gorks, swear by the Spirit of Light to pick up only the facts."

"... you can swear by the Spirit of Light. It's all true."

Blurring at a messy interrogation in many ways, he was beaten as much as he wanted from behind.

"Ouch!?

"... Andy"

"Hey, what the fuck!?

"Is it true what those kids are saying?

…………

"Oh, I already thought you were sketchy since you were little! I never thought I'd tell the world that I couldn't face a female slave or a tutor! Weren't you supposed to be a blacksmith?

"Oh, I mean, I'm sorry. There's a lot of reasons for this!

"What are you going to say to your father in heaven!

The reunion between me and my mother didn't end up touching me or anything.

... Oh, but.

It's good to see your mother while she's alive.

I'm so glad.

(cont 'd)