Half-elves Fall in Love

Polka is pretty cool even if it takes early summer.

Even in this time of year, river games may already be unlocked around Basson, but long sleeves are still enough to stay out of the way in Polka.

I don't remember having a hot and troubled summer. That's what it feels like to be the climate of the northern limit of the kingdom, but well that's early summer now anyway.

"That Dwarf girl, her stomach is getting noticeable."

"Yeah. It seems to be going well"

Baron's residence, Irina's room.

Have some tea and have a chat with Irina.

"So Irina, what about the example gauntlets?

"I'm going to take it seriously... but I'm going to get a little bored."

"Bored?"

Irina sighed.

Aunt Han smells on her young face. The sarcastic look is a real mismatch.

"The other day, I told him I was losing my arm, so I took him to the red clan house."

"The Sacred Beast Labyrinth?

"Uhm."

It's the labyrinth beneath that meadow, home to the Holy Beast Breakcore.

It was previously completed inside the labyrinth, but now the labyrinth's "chi" adjustment function is dropped, so it also produces demons around it.

I have heard stories that a private army village led by Diel has been formed to hunt for it...

"So, I pissed off the Holy Beast"

Why.

"That black-armed chatty girl said something nasty. He's weak, he's unpleasant, he's a man of mouth."

…………

I can't argue.

"So the Holy Beast sentenced her to a shockwave. A rushed golden picket and a wounded face stormed in an attempt to seize the Holy Beast. If Diel takes it, one of them dies... oh well, the Holy Beast dies, so they end up choking it off."

"... I mean, breakcore is still that much to fight for"

"Don't insult me, Lord Lyla and Maia, Deane and Bonaparte are the beasts we've seized in the grand total, right? I don't care if we kill each other with dragons, but the beast that lived thousands of years in battle, it's not falling so far behind those three."

... so he says, "I can't fight" or something.

"Well, they also distracted themselves by exorcising demons for what they were smoking. Exactly how relentless I am about demons is the demon expert Gauntlet Knights."

"But breakcore's not a big deal, either."

"I don't like the way they talk about my daughter. That's why the glorious family."

Irina fools herself while eating puffy and grilled confectionery.

Seems to hate it so much.

"No, what's a glorious family? Does it say glory in ear decorations?

Don't you know Lord Smythson?

Irina nods and corrects her posture.

"For Elves, the North Forest is not the only sanctuary"

"Yeah."

"There is also an elf sanctuary in the southern Great Plains. Not so much the Arcus royal family."

"Arcus... uh, is it the sieve kingdom of the elves of the southern Great Plains"

"Uhm. The elves that serve the land do not represent their families with ear decorations. Use necklaces, hair decorations, etc."

"... is that okay?

"Well, ear decoration is a habit that we started on our own, until then. But when we interact, we still don't have the right style of name. Therefore, the clan of those who serve the Arcus names vague family names such as glory but bravery and glory against us. It's not Arcus' book. It's glory."

"Heh."

Elves have a lot of things, too.

I sip tea and take a breath into the story, and I look into the window.

Irina's room is facing northeast, less sunny but with windows pointing towards the woods.

And through the window, Angelos and Mr. Deane were seen training in combat at the edge of the woods.

"But that half-daughter, I think, was the user of the sword... what kind of wind blow?

Even today Angelos has bare hands. I've been chasing Mr. Deane and meeting shockwaves, and he seems kind of fun by his side.

"He wants to be able to fight without a sword.... He regrets that Phaser did this to him."

"Hmm."

The two of us watch the training landscape for a while.

Mr. Deane's movements, which disappear and are visible when viewed nearby, also catch up with his eyes considerably from a distance.

Angelos was totally played.

Desperately chasing them emits shock waves, but in contrast to Deane, who cleverly avoids them with a slight movement, Angelos, who softly follows them like an arrow, goes too far, loses a lot of bends, and certainly wastes a lot of money, as if he were running on leather shoes on ice.

"Not yet at all, I wonder"

When I laughed bitterly, Irina shrugged with a fan that she didn't.

"Deane seems worthy of teaching, too. It moves quite differently than it did an hour ago."

"Really?"

"Here."

Angelos is avoided by Mr. Deane and then thrown away. But with his last fart and all, he slaps the shockwave with his hands against the boom to create distance and escape the chase.

"She was able to fire a shock wave with her bare hands from the lack of hips."

"... if you ask me"

At least as of last year's desert row, the shock wave should have required a motion of special use of the whole body.

Skills up in plain sight?

"Only once just now, I kicked it and gave it a shock wave"

"... that's Mr. Deane's proprietary patent"

"Right?

... Angelos, it's amazing how you've grown because you've seen him keep standing strong this past year.

Like Sir Bonaparte said, Great Sword Saint, it may not even be far off to be a master night.

Night.

"Come on, aspiring gentlemen. It's a covert operation from here."

The baron thumbs up and Johnny, Keel and I go with it.

It's a moment of good luck and mindless hearts.

... Polka Hot Springs over the weekend brings women together from all over the city. It's a particularly densely populated day.

And the polka woman is generally very proportionate.

Yeah. How many second-hand girls are there for you to have full of her and female slaves, but if the breast peach butt paradise is still rolling out nearby, it's the man's saga that drives me.

I'd love to get laid, and the glossy looming beauties, but the unprotected bathing looks. That's interesting.

"Everyone, be careful covering up the route to the surveillance point. When you're about to get it figured out on the run, you're gonna give up running clean, you're gonna sit down, but you're gonna keep your legacy to the next generation."

Copy that.

The baron glowed when he called the peek route a legacy to his offspring.

So.

"Dude..."

Today was a huge failure.

The baron and the show both dodged and started getting kicked out before they even saw much.

And I was framed for spending the noise of being driven away alone.

Fortunately, Lyla and Mr. Deane are just amused to get peeked at, and Maia doesn't make much noise these days, and it's about Angelos in me to quickly wrap my cape around and chase me.

But there are a lot of people staying in Polka these days from elf territory, and there's a chaser out there, so don't be alarmed. Now Keel was caught with a throwing rope (maybe for a unicorn horse) by an elf, a cherry clan woman, before she escaped in any way, and was being pushed into the dungeon.

So, I'm lucky I haven't found it, but I can't even move because I'm blocked off the route in the dungeon.

I don't have a hand in forcing myself to spectacle in the rocks and go back far, but I have enough to do it at night in the daytime and if it's an injury, it's silly.

That's why I was even jiggling until there was no sign of people in the servant.

Well, on the contrary, the fact that the Keels have been found will sweeten the guard from now on, and it can be said that it will take time but surely is a chance to have female water to herself.

"I wonder how long it will take..."

It was at the same time that Irina, feathering her cape naked, pointed her face at me as I lay down on the ground.

Eyes on each other.

Shit.

No, don't move. I am now in the darkness of the grasshopper. There is less risk of being seen through if you don't even make a move.

Don't rush. It's a battle of spiritual strength.

... or so I thought, at some point I really couldn't move.

I can't move my head. I can't even move my hand. My legs don't move no matter how hard I try.

And.

"Because it's something to peek at while keeping all those women."

Irina was coming by the servant before she could even move her eyes.

"Huh... Kuh, ha"

Suddenly I can move.

What is this? Magic?

"" Viper's Eye ". Original spelling."

"... reminded me that you're an amazing wizard at a time that doesn't really matter"

Irina, a woman who walks on water with only magical powers.

You were the owner of a magical arm that surpassed Mr. Deane.

Me being seated face-to-face with Irina.

By the way, my jerk is a hand-stuffed piece wrapped around his waist. Polka Peeker Things This is the outfit.

As I have no choice.

In contrast, Irina, who sits back on the stump and legs together in a very harsh way, also has a cape, naked underneath.

What kind of schematic is this?

"I always wonder. Why is Lord Smythson so obsessed with women?

"'Cause I love tits, polka boy."

Me who answers forcefully and instantly.

"... no, no. I don't know... if Sir Goot has such an honest face and a fine disciplined arm..."

"No, I would ask you not to make Polka your teacher's place of origin on your own"

"Oh well. I was wondering if Sir Goot was working hard at night because his wife seemed happy every day."

"You may be, but that's not necessarily a tutorial. You're actually a muzzle squirrel."

"Become"

Irina stretches her ears straight and horizontal with a pikin due to agitation and turns bright red.

Oh, it sounds like, schematically, it's supposed to be the kind of flow I preach to you, but you're taking advantage of me?

"Wow, woes are especially like that"

"I think you, you've corrected it many times, and you're so focused on teaching it, aren't you?

"That's because Lord Smythson shows brilliant skill, so humble only..."

"I mean, isn't that your desire to be"

"No... no, with that arm, you can do a lot of things."

It's totally messed up, Irina.

All right, if you knock me out here, you'll get away from Irina Shut up because you can rekindle your own muzzling suspicions even if you try to accuse me There's a chance you can take me to the great escape success stream!

"Actually, you, man... I mean, etsy, you have no idea, do you?

"Well, that's... I don't know what else to do. I have a position."

Nari like this: 12 or 13 years old when it comes to humans, a body that looks pretty stunted.

Well, definitely a little maniacal.

but.

That's why you're so paranoid when it comes to flirting.

"Well, I can't deny that..."

"The fact that all my women are working oddly hard to seduce me also makes my eclectic feels so good that I can't stop being attracted like a dangerous drug..."

"Chi, no... of?

I guess it's strong that you're reinforcing your approach so that you don't miss out on opportunities because you have a lot of competitors (and on top of that, some kids are more likely to give birth and have stronger family aspirations than sex.

So just to be clear, my etsy feels good is just one element. I think.

But if I overestimate it, I become a super porn tech demon.

No, actually, Mr. Hilda is a super porn tech demon, so I relied on that arm when I was in Almeida.

"I don't know. What do you think?"

I dare laugh wildly and put my face closer to Irina.

And I've been wondering about the chills since just now. Focus your consciousness on Irina's thigh and the back of it, and try to collect blood in your penis and deliberately erect it.

It's time to scream and get away with it.

It seems like it would be beyond the scope of verbal reproach to joke if you didn't get away around Kako.

Exactly. I'll have trouble getting stuck with that later and being pursued by Mr. Deane and the others, so I was wondering if it was time for you to escape.

"... Wow, I don't know..."

"It's nothing, is it? You said it the way you were sure earlier, didn't you?

Me scratching a cold sweat on my back as I nibble.

It's time to raise your voice and get up and run, Chief?

"... ugh, um..."

Irina nodded in a dull manner and unraveled the match of her cape.

That.

"Well, if you say so much... well, can you tell me the truth, please?

Hariri, and the cloak falling like a tablecloth on the stump, Irina exposing herself to nudity with a bright red face.

….

Huh.

Yes, okay... of?

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"Welcome to the Kingdom of Trot. … for what purpose?"

"… I will see you first. I..."

"As you know, this country is in the midst of paying the price of defeat, I am still an immature and powerless king, and I will not be able to give you one thing to live up to your expectations. I might just let you waste your time."

"... I know. But His Majesty is heard to be a wise king."

"It must be about the king."

"To his forefathers and great heroes, he came to the throne to live and show him what lies ahead..."

"... Yep"

"Then I'll admit you. Thirty-ninth generations of the kingdom of Trot, with those who carry on a proud tradition. with the descendants of my lord's allies."

"... ok. Let's talk. Karlwyn's" The Brave ""

(cont 'd)