Half-elves Fall in Love

The three Renfangas knights wore the exact same blunt armor, but two black on both sides and a gold gauntlet in the center.

It's a little unusual for a regular swordsman.

Exactly. Normally, only some of the colours differ from the armor in time and are regarded as outrageous.

But such a sense of fashion is overwhelmingly convincing when the three cross their arms so that their little fingers face forward and make a move to return their wrists in an aligned motion to show the crest on the back of their hands.

The color of their gauntlet, the crest on the back of their hands, is not part of the armor.

It conveys the claim that pride itself.

"We are Gauntlet Nights in Renfangas"

The move would surely be equivalent to their own salute, as would Kensei's "sword to the ground, chest up pose" or Ace Knight's "prayer-like pose with a weapon up in front of their chest".

"I am Felios of the Gold Arm, the last seat of The Glorious Family"

It was the man in the center who slowly named him. The luxurious elves of the skeleton make the body feel supple and powerful.

A beautifully shaped, racially neat face, but it was called a hairstyle tied with a nod without sprinkling slightly longer hair, it was called a sharp eye-catching, and it had more of an atmosphere like mercenary than a forest nobleman.

"Likewise" The Glorious Family, "Berga of the Black Arm"

Of the two black arms, the man names first.

This one has a knife wound to his left eye... No, is that a demon claw wound? Anyway, I'm crushing it with a big scratch, and I get the impression of a samurai who doesn't even care to spill out of his short pruned hair.

I'm not sure what you're thinking, because it's hard to understand the look with a big scratch.

"Likewise" The Glorious Family, "Sharon of the Black Arm"

The last remaining woman's black arm. Ponytail woman.

If you do it and from the two before you in a kowamote style, you can say it's well elf, or the finesse of the lines, the elegance of the motion, and the pity of the face remain.

but in a bad way elf arrogance also dwelt in its gaze.

"O chief of the Nine Families of the North. Because we're boneless, I don't want to be associated with such a joke."

"More importantly, I don't know how to infer a black man, a mixture, or a demon. What kind of cutback would you like?"

Following the leading Felios, Sharon recruits from behind.

Uh. Elf in a really bad way.

Or well, usually elves react like this to humans, halves, and dark elves. I totally forgot the northerners have been getting along lately.

In contrast, Gorks and Irina try to open their mouths with a muddled face, controlled by the green Shaquille Ong with his gaze, and instead make that squeaky cut voice.

"Young builders there"

"... is"

"You put up that crest and said what you're saying."

…………

"I am certain that you have despised our blessings in the name of Renfangas in the crest of that fist"

A green clan chief asks Felios in a quiet, yet unspoken voice.

I thought you were a bogus old man, and the pressure of just a thousand and three hundred years is amazing. Just that "while" of silence made Felios scratch a cold sweat at once.

and.

"Please wait"

After all, it was the ponythe woman, Sharon, who gave her mouth.

Thanks for negotiating, you sound like a talker.

"I apologize for saying things a little too much. But still, we're not convinced. We must bring this decision back to the Royal Palace as the answer to the North Forest. Tell us what you thought and gave us this answer."

Is that so?

"That's right, Irina. Let me get this straight."

I ask Irina for an explanation.

I originally thought it was time for me to be explained, but all of a sudden I can't even talk about it.

"... Hmm. Come on, Lord Smythson."

Irina heads to the exit with Stasta, and the example threesome glances at it and drops it off.

Me and Mr. Deane, Selene follow suit.

Successfully, Mr. Deane whispered bossly to Felios.

"You picked up your life."

……

Felios looks back at Mr. Deane with every face and lifts that sharp eye.

Mr. Deane laughs nigga and squeals his fingers.

And there was a sound of a kid from Felios' waist.

Felios pulls out his sword in a hurry. It remained in the sheath before half the body.

"You!"

"You got your hands on my man. You just seem lucky with one sword, country martial artist"

"Do you fool the Gold Arm"

"Just don't be discouraged in three years of promotion. I'm gonna put mud on the other gold arms."

"... who are you?"

"If you don't want to be called a country martial artist, you'll find out for yourself."

Mr. Deane turned his back as he flickered and murdered behind his delightful smile.

"... Scary"

Walking for a while and then squeaking unexpectedly, Mr. Deane coughed up and looked a little embarrassed.

"... oh, you almost got slashed. You can say a little bit of disgust."

"Pfft. Deane would have shaped the gold arm."

"When I say Gold Arm, it doesn't leak into the example of the Kensei system. The highest priority is the Medal System. Unlike the Great Kensei against Kensei, the Gold Arm equivalent of the Supreme Kensei cannot be defined as generally multiple times the fighting power of the Great Kensei.... That man named Felios is about as hairy as the average Great Sword Saint has grown at best. If there were three of us, it wouldn't extend to Lord Bonaparte."

That doesn't make me feel like that old man is just a monster.

When we got out of Christie's mansion, there were other girls gathered there, including Lyla, Jeanne and Maia.

"Ho. I heard a sword."

Ms Deane shrugged her shoulders as Lyla said in a stern face.

"I'll talk to you now. Diplomatic issues."

"Mm-hmm. Exactly a diplomatic matter."

Irina spread the fan.

In summary, this is what happens.

Deep in the demonic realm, it is the female swordsman who supposedly reached Lenfangus from the kingdom of Karlwin.

That said, I haven't gotten confirmation yet.

There is also speculation that the descendants of Karlwyn formed a hiding place somewhere in the Oriental Mountains from which the plains demons could not come in and reached Renfangas by piercing the demon territory into the phrase strayed out of it......

Then it's still a good idea, and there are also stories of bandits or killers deliberately coming in and out of the border to wash their backgrounds and arranging fabrications...

But, aside from that, the skepticism was retained that she had a Carlwin gold coin as an amulet, that the armor had also been semi-destructed but that the design of the Carlwin Knights remained, and more importantly that its fighting power was the Black Arm (Great Sword Saint or Master Knight class over here).

Exactly. Only a limited number of warriors have that class of fighting power. Genius like Mr. Deane or was he a famous hero somewhere...... he must have been a prominent presence either way.

The prank is a little too clumsy that it softly flows to Renfangas and deceives the name of the doomed kingdom.

But Renfangas just keeps pushing against demons in the demonic realm. It would be an exact historical discovery if Carlwyn were to have survived, but I can't send out an army to mutilate the demonic realm just to confirm that. I can't afford to let it out.

So the envoys were unleashed on the nations. Three of the four gold arms were put out, Celesta and Trotto, and the northern elf.

"Trot has the possibility of fronting through the demonic realm with the Sword Saint Brigade, Celesta has the possibility of reaching Karlwin from the sky with a military flying dragon. And in our North Forest...... Misty Palace and the Holy Beast"

"Wait a minute. The Holy Beast came from the Labyrinth..."

"I can't leave you. But Blakecore's force has become a myth and is still being passed on to elves everywhere. And Misty Palace is still held by the silver family…"

But Irina sighed.

"The breakcore now temporarily fights away from the labyrinth, among other things. There are no more elves in silver who have signed a power pact with the dragon of Misty Palace."

"... Huh?

"Minon, who died of illness the other day, became the last rider. All we need is a knight's pact."

... that old dragon rider named Brohl?

"For once, even Dragon Night can do as much as ask, right?

"It is also a life-threatening story if we are to break through the demonic realm. If you can cut the dragon in a nutshell and throw it away, it's over."

... No, no, no, no. You were totally poisoned by phasers. Does that mean it's only a servant's favor for the dragon?

"And then, as far as we're concerned, the hero Smythson is not the best person to recommend."

"Wait, when did you become a hero!?

"Ha? Saving the life of the red clan chief, saving the iconic Holy Beast of the North Forest to become his favorite, marrying the empty princess, subjugating the dark green hero knight Almeida, and suppressing the civil conflict of the trot, if you ask, as yet. Who would doubt that?"

"Most of them come in that I was just on the spot or exaggerated..."

"Aside from all that, it's a lie or an exaggeration to be able to follow two dragons?

…………

Well, just for that.

I can't thank Lyla and Maia enough.

"And... I don't know what to say, but thanks. I'm stepping on it that Celesta, Trott and I are unlikely to be able to move about this one. I wonder if the great fate will be like that."

"... I guess so"

Trott's Sword Saint Brigade... well, if you want to organize it, you won't be able to do it, but you can't even hope for the size of it once, and most importantly, the military command is not yet in the Trott royal family.

Celesta's Feilong flights... must now be on domestic communications and emergency travel and reconnaissance missions, and the damage cannot be measured in the unlikely event of flying in search of a phantom kingdom in the back of the demonic realm.

No matter what, they're not trained to fight. If I accidentally had to land in the middle of a demon, I'd be almost doomed.

Inevitably, the best aptitude I can secure on the smuggling route from Renfangas right now... yeah, is that going to be me two dragons listening to me...

"That makes sense."

Mr. Deane nods heavily.

"But... that means I have to take another day off from my soldier's work, right?

As Apple points out, it can't be that in exactly one morning and one night, you'll be flying off with a buzz. If you discover it, you'll have to make contact, investigate it, and if you're willing to go back and forth many times, you'll need to discover and secure a transit route.

Even if you look less, you'll still need a few months. And when we're going to use it again for months over this period, we just have to look at decommissioning.

I also have some doubts as to whether I have the right to go all the way to discharge myself. Anyway, Polka has nothing to do with my lover or my female slave.

If it has anything to do with the blacksmith job, I'm not even a little attracted to it.

"Either way, Atashi can't leave Polka. I don't really want Andy to do anything dangerous."

"Come and ask people for things, they feel too bad."

Jeanne and Selene also look sinister.

"At least if I'm all right."

"If Master Andy tells you to go, I will."

"Um, I'm a little interested, but hey. Isn't that too light for you, Andy?

Is the Dragon & Female Doctors Group reasonably neutral?

"As far as I'm concerned, I need you to give me a break because I can't seem to get out of service..."

Discovery of a kingdom that has disappeared from history.

Sure, it's romance, but I'm just nine daughters-in-law...... no, I'm one wife, so I have to work hard to feed eight.

And one more child.

... or something. If I was working on my intention to go into protection, Mr. Deane is keeping his mouth hidden with his hands and his eyes busily moving into the void.

Sounds like something's pinning. I'm not sure what it is.

"... wait, he's probably going up, so either way... uhh, no, but that's... but the legions are legions... can we?

"Deane......?

Perhaps if I called, Mr. Deane would look at me.

Then he took his hand off his mouth and slowly opened his mouth towards Irina.

"That's not going to be trouble if you don't go in a few days, is it?

"Hmm? Well... so far other forces will be reluctant to get their hands on it"

"Can't you make me wait another three months or so?"

"... three months?

"Oh."

Mr. Deane nodded.

"It's time for the next legion formation. A few of my men will be promoted to a hundred."

"... ah!

Yeah, maybe Isaac and Angelos will be a hundred this time around, and depending on Cotto, maybe Williams.

But Crossbow is still a special new weapon, which I haven't used anywhere else. No matter how many achievements and credentials you have to be a hundred, you can't put a hundred crossbow-grown men on the heads of other troops.

Naturally, there will be more crossbow hundred lengths, leaving room for a division of forces and the installation of new crossbow units.

So if you could multiply that formation timing and restructure your troops so that we can somehow hit this international problem...

"If it works, we might be able to wave the big players and help you guys."

"... the world of men is troublesome"

"Well don't say that. That's why there's so much you can do"

Mr. Diane laughs niggardly.

"Besides, I want those country martial artists to step on the block."

"... is that it"

Well, I agree.

Those guys who laugh at half elves and dark elves just like that, they want to do it with their noses open.

Nothing. Stop the discrimination that springs in the world, that's not such a big story.

I just want to remind you that my women are the best.

I'm a small human being, but that's what it is.

"Fine. We don't care about that guest either.... I'd really like to see Deane and the others do it."

Irina is also Niyaniya at Irina. Bad personality.

But.

If you can wave a major player and cooperate, you've never been over it.

For the Elf Territory, for the world, I wouldn't say anything, but at least Irina's already one of Polka's guys.

Get your hands on your people immediately if they're in trouble. Help in the meantime.

Even my father did.

I respect the warmth my father left in the polka.

(cont 'd)