Half-elves Fall in Love

Leaving the hot spring with a slight flurry, Mr. Deane and Irina walked from the other side before walking in any way.

"... what are we going to do when we get into the Spirit Springs and we're so exhausted"

Mr. Deane looks stunned.

... Well, would it have been that easy to understand?

"No, the..."

I tried to make an excuse, but was blocked by the sound of Irina spreading the fan.

"I endured the hardships of a soldier for a week. I can't help it if I'm stuck in the main business."

"I'm getting tired of going in, but I don't remember being a tutor."

"Ha?"

Please don't look seriously strange, Ambassador.

Where Wye and his people appeared from behind me like that, Irina tapped her hand with a fan to draw attention to Pepe.

"Uh, I have a treat for you tonight at the Cherry Blossom Clan Estate. Then, if there's no reason why you can't come, would you like me to come with you to the feast?

Heard it was a treat, colored girls.

"Ho, a treat?

"Cherry Blossom...... Rice over there, full of horse meat"

"also, could that be a horn horse or something like that och"

"Yeah."

"Hih..."

"Hey, get used to it, Selene. The land of the Cherry Blossom Clan is definitely about five times the size of an elf."

"Do you have any alcohol? If not... Lyla, please carry one barrel of the Great Ice Plains."

"Ho, leave it to me"

"Atashi, do you have a limit to Meshi?

I feel like I saw it, I don't want to go, there doesn't seem to be any.

"Will Lord Smythson come, too?

"I'll go, but what banquet?

Irina glanced at Mr. Deane and said after a slight mouthful, chuckling.

"It's not a grand gathering of cherry blossom family international students."

There are a total of four international students out of the Cherry Blossom clan.

They're sending two out to Wang Du and Forklore.

It wouldn't be a lot of time for a few years of study abroad from the life of an elf, but still, in a way, it's a journey with no security. I don't know what I'm going to do to send them out.

"But is a Horse a good thing...?

He said there used to be plenty in the northern part of the continent, but now even a corner horse is said to be a phantom beast.

I wonder how close and massive a meat resource is to eating it.

I mean, breakcore's a corner horse, right? Wouldn't you be mad if we found out we were eating our own kind?

"Even if the Horse is precious, it's livestock for us."

Acting chief of clan Christie offers Nico and a piece of horse meat sashimi. For now, the delicious things are delicious.

"Ho, if it tastes good, you can eat both phantom beasts and demons. It'll be dirt anyway, no matter where you go along the way."

"From the dragon, I guess so."

I have a bit of a problem with being told that I can split up into lavish expansions as much as Lyla. For dragons, humans are just like little animals who "don't eat because they taste bad".

Nevertheless, the spectacle is quite exciting without waiting for sunset.

Songs and dances dedicated to the Spirit of Light, ethnic music with harp and ocarina, etc. follow exotic and promising offerings for people like me from outside.

And at the same time as the sun falls, the elves' voice of prayer for the Spirit of Light summons, a sign that the feast is still likely to continue.

"Hmm, it's time to be hungry..."

I sat flabby and in a nearby tree with my back and took a break.

There were flirting in the sky and hot springs, and I'm starting to get a little tired.

It's a little bad for Christie and Irina, but let's get some sleep......

If you think so.

Lord Smythson.

"... gorks"

Gorks, an orange family member, stood a few steps away at some point.

"Are you tired"

"No, well... it feels like I need a little break"

The overall finesse or elegance of this Gorks, while remaining, the magnificent atmosphere, overflowing with will and not knowing tiredness or stray, may be where you have to apprentice just a little as the same man.

Without blaming me for thinking about it or starting to get a little upset, Gorks knelt down next to me softly and whispered.

"So, if you get a little tired, will you come down to Christie's mansion?"

"... Christie's?

When I asked back a little blurry, Gorks snorted firmly.

"... yeah"

I nod without thinking about it, and I go into a lot of sleep.

At the end of his gaze, he saw Lyla, Jeanne, Selene and Apple joyfully colluding between the bonfires.

Everyone seems to have fun and most importantly...

When I realized, the feast was over, and the rest had an atmosphere of total bickering.

Half the bonfire also burns down and goes out, with enough firewood only near the table.

"Mmm..."

Shake your head and stand up.

After a deep drink, my memory will be blurred, but I also remember what the Gorks might have told me once I hadn't drunk today.

"Uh... Christie's house, is it?"

He eats too much horse meat and holds a little heavy belly, looking around and appropriately going for the biggest house.

"Good evening -"

It is the elf-collar mansion that has no knockers on its doors, no matter how many rooms deep it may be on two floors.

It's inconceivable in a trot or celesta not to have a knocker or a servant of this size to listen to.

but that's the elf. They just have big ears and they can hear me just calling them in front of the front door.

"Welcome, Mr. Smythson...... oh"

Christie herself greets me and looks a little surprised when she looks behind me.

Turning around, Mr. Deane and Selene were there.

Distance less than two meters. I didn't notice any signs at all.

"... uh?

'Cause it's not weird who you cheat on in a bounce when you leave it alone.'

"Yes, sir."

I was a little stared at by the two of you.

... Yes, no, well, I can't deny it at all from what's been going on.

I mean, I can't say enough that Christie probably didn't even think that I'd call her by name alone on a night like this while walking a scarecrow.

"Hey, even if you trust me for a minute or so"

Me whispering protest.

"At least I wouldn't have to trust you if you were grand."

"Guys say it's mostly debt and women hanging around."

Wow, you two have togues.

... Christy, who heard such an exchange and laughed bitterly.

"You two go ahead. … it will be a little long, so why wait?"

That said, I opened the door slightly wider.

Passed into the back room of the mansion.

It was a big dining room, probably also used for settlement rallies, a hall that was likely to be allowed in for about a hundred people. I think I can even exercise a little bit.

In that, four old men and four young elves stood silently.

"Are you here?"

A squeaky voice like stroking an ancient tree with stone. Green Shaquille Ong.

"Wait....... Andy Smythson. In anticipation of that, I need to talk to my elf friend."

Irina's voice. That means... this is the face of a clan meeting.

That facial rash, which is no different than before except that the chief of the silver and red clan took turns, was staring at me and Mr. Deane, Selene.

"Beyond the Blue Snake, you know what a demonic realm is?"

"... for once"

Return a slightly less confident answer to Oliver Ong's query of gold.

I know there is an area called the Demonic Realm.

Beyond the Blue Snake Mountains, north of a country called the "Kingdom of Renfangas", about halfway between Celesta and Trot, is a lawless zone where a constant mass of demons travel.

The realm of vicious demons that continue to come from nowhere no matter how much they kill.

That's because hundreds of years ago, the local "labyrinth" was destroyed by many locals who broke it off as an evil device that generates demons.

That made the land of Bad "Qi" a thick and solidified land, and it collapsed other labyrinths, and wiped out the kingdom of men, elves, and beasts.

It is a barren land where no one can step in now.

"The earth is a world of evil and tyranny that rejects the living and the living"

"The masses of demons will not fade if the elite of the Renfangas kingdom continues to kill tens of thousands of them every year"

"Beyond it is only a paradise of endless bloody demons"

Oliver Ong, Grandma Purple Alma, and Blue Voice Ong carry on the words like a storyteller.

"That's what they've thought..."

An unfamiliar man inherited it. Because it looks like Diel, it would be the red clan chief's cauldron.

"... it's going to be different."

Irina inherited the point.

"Once ruined, the six northern nations. In the middle of it, the eyes came out where the kingdom of Karlwyn still exists."

"What?"

... in the middle of the demonic realm?

I mean.

"Well... uh, it was hundreds of years before the demonic realm became the demonic realm... right, Deane?"

"That was about 300 years ago. I know my sister, but I'm not even born yet."

Mr. Deane nods.

"For so long... they thought it was doomed? How do you survive...?

"I don't know. Nobody's checked yet."

Irina shakes her head.

... Then why?

"Someone came to Renfangas from the land."

Gorks says.

"Renfangas......"

For once, Celesta and Trotto have not been in a disastrous state between Renfangas and the state.

but it is certain that there is always a certain tension. Because the army of Renfangas is extremely capable of fighting individuals, and it is the appreciation of the neighbouring countries that if there are good generals, they can form the strongest corps far above the Sword Saint Brigade.

I really have to get up to it if I really want to be attacked.

"Well, it doesn't really matter to us..."

As a Celesta or a Trot, I have to say that I am far from talking about Renfangas.

There can be no such thing as national traffic in the Elf Territory, which was growing and continued to be a clandestine country by the junction.

In that, it doesn't make much sense to be whispered about such information.

Or such a grand problem, there's nothing I can do to make a soldier out of it anyway.

"No. Then I came to the conclusion that it was appropriate"

Irina says.

"What are you talking about...?

The moment I say that, all of a sudden, Selene pops my back.

In the next moment Mr. Deane suddenly moved like a whirlwind.

Without knowing what happened, I roll over and raise my sight.

Mr. Deane was twisting with a white feather of an elf swordsman's sword that apparently jumped from side to side.

"Become...!?

"Who is it?"

Mr. Deane kicks the swordsman with a forward kick and takes the distance.

Selene lands flutter beside me and pulls out the knife without alarm.

To Mr. Deane's inquiry, the Elf Swordsman slowly fists... no, let him lift his arms.

Flashy golden armor...... no, only the armor is golden?

The fist part has a wolf face design.

... that one.

"Gold Arm...... Lenfangus' Extreme Sword Saint!

Mr. Deane whines like throwing up and throwing up.

"What do you mean, Irina!

"... that's enough for the odd little one, Guest"

When Irina says in a low voice, Goldarm holds the sword. But the tension remains.

"... I still have to lean my neck, talking about the man being fit"

From behind the silent gold arm, two elf swordsmen emerge from the shadows. Were you hiding in a phantom?

Goldarm and the other is a man. The last one is a woman.

They all wear armor like they're all aligned, and the other two wear black armor with the same design engraved on them.

"Do we differ in the blessings of the Nine Clan Chiefs of the North?

"Man, a mixture of demons. It only sounds like bullshit because he's the head of the Nine Clans"

The woman with the black armor tells me to mock her more.

"But let's thank you for once.... I'll see you first. We're Gauntlet Nights in Renfangas."

The three layered their armor in the form of an X. in front of their chests.

(cont 'd)