Half-elves Fall in Love

Every time I came to Polka recently, I kept sneaking around.

"Mr. Jackie, how about this?

"Hmm. No loosening, balance left and right...... OK. Then put it on yourself and adjust it."

"All right!"

A piece of armor worn on a wood mould.

It's completely homemade to the point of one of the plates, but needless to say, it's not elaborate.

That's where I do it week after week, and my own skill is hiccup. Besides, it's the guidance of Mr. Jackie, who hasn't trained in a proper armoury. I can't even afford to make it an applied design.

Breast plate and waist armor, not very different from the armor worn by Keel or Johnny.

I also want to put my hands and tibia on it, but this is a part of the wearer's preference, including wearing it, so I put it on hold.

"Do you also make helms?

"A lot of guys can't get to Ace Knight, well, after asking their preferences, I guess."

"I see. I mean, with this guy"

"Done"

Bread, and punch my hand in Mr. Jackie's hand.

I'm gonna have a high touch, but if I hit my hand from Mr. Jackie in Auga, albeit half, I'll blow it off, so you wait over there and this one's just plain high touch to hit.

But I finally did, it doesn't translate into a joyous expression.

"You did it."

"I really wanted to use my father's hand, too. It was my childhood promise."

Working with Mr. Jackie on behalf of my father, my "Sword Saint Armor" number one.

No, it's ace night, not Kensei.

The wearer, of course….

"Angelos, come here for a second"

"Yeah?"

Inn dining room.

Finish your martial arts training against Mr. Deane and catch Angelos tying his hair with the bath set aside.

"What? Oh, maybe... uh, after I went to the hot spring because I smelled like sweat right now..."

I dyed my cheeks and took Angelos' hand, which I was mistaken for, and pulled.

"Hot Springs can come in later, just hang out for a little while"

"Oh, no."

"'Cause it's really just a little bit, like, ten minutes"

"... that's why I miss you"

"No, because it's not what you think it is."

We...... no, bring Angelos into Mr. Jackie's workshop.

"Oh, no way. In front of this guy."

"Calm down. You don't have that many reasons why Ace Knight is called to the workshop."

"Oh, oh, yeah... ku, the new one on the collar?

Is that it?... No, I'm not.

"I tried to make armor for you."

"Huh..."

Small armor for Angelos, based on black to match the old armor.

The design is really mediocre. There's no such thing as an attentive trick.

If I insist, the material should be as light as my wallet allows.

"This... Andy did?

About half of it is in Mr. Jackie's hands.

"No, no, it's half the time. Andy, it's true, you're clever."

Angelos reaches out in horror to a brand new armor that is likely to have fingerprints on it.

"... suit me, armor..."

"I don't know who the previous armor went with, but it was too big. I could have been an ace night wearing an array, and I thought you could have worked harder with proper armor."

Angelos used to wear a whispering, swollen chest to hide, or to store his hair, and then he was gobbly, black breasted armor.

Ever since that was broken, I've done it in lightweight clothing about the size of an engraved skin, but after all, the armor suits the Orthodox swordsman Angelos.

I still intend to work pretty hard to keep pace with Angelos, who has started to fight fast, and not obstruct his movements as much as possible so that he still isn't cool as a swordsman and can achieve a reliable defense.

"Try it on."

"Oh, so, but I smell sweaty."

"Anyway, any amount of sweat will stain you one of these days.... because I'm gonna make the final adjustments while you're in the bath."

"... yeah"

Angelos lifts his clasp, lifts his uneven armor, smiles with a reddish face, and wraps himself around to make sure slowly.

I was trying so hard to fit my hair in my armor that I approached softly, got my hands on my neck muscles and let my hair sully all out of my armor.

"Ah."

"That's okay. That's all you have to do."

"... yeah"

Then wear waist armor. Take the short sword of the sale that was around there, check with Mr. Jackie with his eyes, and then have him raise it on his hips. I don't get it, it's part of my try on.

And bring your appearance, reflecting Angelos.

The Orthodox Swordsman is complete.

"... wow"

"You shouldn't be so thrilled. Just make some moves, I'll fix it."

"Ugh, yeah."

Angelos pulls out the short sword and tries to shake it gently.

Then walk lightly and step back and forth with Stan, Stan, and.

"Wow, it's so easy to move with armor that fits your body"

"... so you always told me to get it back together."

"Can I move outside for a second?

"Oh, it's your armor."

Angelos nodded happily, going out and dashing, jumping, swordflashing.

And let the shock waves burst out of the air toward a plain of nothing.

"Hahaha!

Put your sword in your sheath, land with laughter, and let it croon around in front of me.

"Thanks, Andy! I'm so happy!"

"... well, I'm glad you're happy... you know, adjusting, huh?

"It's enough as it is."

…………

He was originally rampaged with weird-sized armor, so maybe he's not sure he's dissatisfied or anything.

"Angelos"

"Yeah."

"Slightly backwards"

"... you want me to try?

"Yes."

I can afford about three spins in the air instead of a back rotation if it's Angelos' athletic ability, but I dare you to let him.

Huh, stretching out his body, hands on the ground and landing a little loosely.

"Slightly."

"... don't you have trouble with your arm's range of motion or something?

"Being able to act like this in armor is a new dimension to me."

"Right..."

"But... shoulder armor float on your left arm, that's a little stiff"

"Really?

Check in a hurry.

Shapes and joints should be completely symmetrical.

... Maybe Angelos' body has a different balance between left and right. You have more power in your arms.

"What about West Armor?

"... I'm not sure what's wrong with you because I've never worn it. I'm a little late for a bounce."

"Ah."

... In the case of Angelos, perhaps the protection of the hips should be lighter.

I made it because of you, but do you want to rebuild it into a Skyle type skirt? It gets lighter and can follow the lower back movement depending on the lining.

Actually, I also did that type of prototype, so I can use fine tuning.

"Okay.... take a bath and wait. 'Cause I'm gonna make it right."

"Uh, you can keep doing this!

"Okay, okay,"

I wave to Angelos, who cares too much about me, and I understand.

Wear on the wooden mould with the armor removed by Angelos and the prototype skale skirt, fine-tuned.

Then I also try to paint lightly.

Black scaled lumbar armor and grand curved chest armor.

You can't deny a little mismatch.

"Hmm."

"... Bo"

Mr. Jackie laughs niggardly and makes me offer you old, finely crafted fleas.

"Oh well."

Should I do scaly finishing on the breast plate?

"Nice idea"

"Ha. It wasn't my idea."

Mr. Jackie showed me the flea pattern.

My father's name was engraved.

"I was wondering if you could manage to join Smythson Parent 'also' cooperation. I was looking for some kind of parent artifact, and I was just looking for some tools that I could use to finish this one."

"... I see"

I grabbed a flea.

I felt like my father encouraged me and came out trying to fulfill my brother-in-law.

"... bad, Mr. Jackie.... Can I stay here tonight?

"It's tight to do it overnight."

"I don't have time."

There will be a reorganization book circular soon.

If we officially undertake the exploration of the demonic realm, we won't have much time left to mess with armor like this here.

"... pull me a painting of the craftsmanship. Let's take turns."

"Mr. Jackie... are you sure?

You'll have your own business for once.

When I saw it, Mr. Jackie laughed nicely.

"You're right, let me bite you for about half of it. … I also wanted to work with my parents."

A few tears seep into Mr. Jackie's eyes as he sees the fleas I have, along with the light I seem to miss.

I nodded.

As the saying goes, the finishing touches were completed overnight.

With Jackie's polite finish and my best painting, I think I've managed to finish the right armor...

Fine-tune the left shoulder.

"Huh..."

"Thank you, Mr. Jackie"

"Ha. That's just sleepy.... Boo, you can have every wooden mould."

"Ah...... yeah"

In the dim light of dawn, I greet Mr. Jackie politely and lift every wood mould toward the inn to carry armor.

I meant to lighten it up, but it was pretty heavy.

"Ku... Angelos is still awesome to be able to move so lightly wearing this..."

Blurry, the hand that takes the wooden mould.

"Ho, this is not an odd time."

It was Lila.

"You."

"Never mind. I didn't just soak up the hot springs."

... He can hear people from afar.

Maybe while I was obsessed with Mr. Jackie, I watched him from somewhere... no, he was listening.

But I appreciate that help because I have a fluttering body at dawn all night.

"Shouldn't we be transporting them to the inn?

"Yeah...... thanks"

"Don't worry about it.... but it's armor as if it's named after me."

"Ha."

Armor with a pattern of black scales. If you ask me, yes.

The inn started Angelos, and even Mr. Deane, Selene, Apple and Aurora woke up and waited.

"Andy!"

"Why is everyone awake?"

I was a little surprised.

"Kohon.... Well, dark elves are good at the evening. Sometimes I'm not sleepy."

Mr. Deane says something like he put it on.

"When I rattled, Selene went for a peek sometimes and reported to me what Andy was doing,"

Mr. Deane looked uncomfortable because he said that Apple was waiting for us all without a body or a lid.

But I was a little glad you were all worried.

"By the way, Hilda and Maia keep Jeanne asleep, so don't blame him"

"I don't blame you."

I laugh a little at Lyla's follow up. Even if no one's awake, it's natural.

"Nevertheless, Mr. Angelos is the only one. Something for me too..."

"I will strike you with my sword one day, so wait for me."

Aurora doesn't know what to make because it's originally a style that doesn't wear armor.

"... I'd like a ring anyway. Perfect for the drug finger."

"Think about it."

I made a proposal, and that's not bad.

And.

"... can I try it on?

Angelos touches the armor and turns his eyes to me.

Nod.

Angelos laughs happily and starts wearing his armor again.

Selene and Mr. Deane also helped, and soon an ace night appeared in armor.

"Ho. I miss this again"

"Angelos, you look great."

"The scales are wild and beautiful."

"Andy can really do this..."

"Mm... should I strive for strength and combat style that I can wear?"

Praise Angelos for his aptitude with each mouth. After all, it's a little inappropriate not to be accompanied by hand or shin, but still Angelos was smiling with joy.

"Thanks, Andy. I'll take care of it."

Listen to that word.

I breathe sooo much and say bish.

"No, don't take care of it."

"What..."

This.

It was a decision dialogue between the parents of the Thread Workshop where I was studying.

"The guy who takes care of armor on the battlefield isn't Locke. The brave guy's gonna be covered in scratched mud is the battlefield, right? Broke a bee and bring it home. I'll fix it as many times as I want."

That's what my parents said, sending out the young swordsmen still in armor.

On the other hand, there was this guy who sometimes said, "I'm gonna tear it down and come back," but to that I say the opposite.

"Armored. It would be a tool to save your life. I can't take care of it. Can he live long? Triumph cool if you want to be top notch. I'll ask you about your excuses, so bring it before you can't wear it."

The point is, my parents just loved to preach, but it was so good to see the swordsmen correct their spines in that dialogue, and we at the bottom learned to do so while simulating that dialogue.

"Holy shit."

Everyone laughed bitterly when I imitated my parents and then talked about the upside of it.

"You're a man who imitates people."

"Are you praised for that?"

"I compliment you. I thought it was your word."

Mr. Deane gives me a subtle compliment while sipping cold tea.

Well, I'm certainly good at bearded sword saint decision dialogue and other quotes.

"Okay. We'll work hard enough to wear it out, so fix it right?

Angelos scratches his armor chest.

I let him snort.

"Now, sleep tight."

Lyla told me to stay up all night, big yawn.

"Good day, Mr. Andy"

"Actually, I'm a little sleepy too, so let's sleep together."

"Hey, Mr. Selene!? If that's the case, I will."

"We're just gonna go to bed, okay? I'm really sleepy right now."

My wife and everyone take me to my bedroom.

From there on out I fell asleep really sleepy and slept with Patan.

I woke up after noon and all three of them spanned naked, and my eyes woke up where I was squeezing them on my own, but I'd like you to give me a break about that.

In the evening, I went to Mr. Jackie's workshop to say hello again and there was a Ponite woman elf.

It's that knight from Renfangas, with an impressive black gauntlet.

"Become... Ah, you, Andy Smythson!!

"... who is it"

Forget the name and think about it for a while.

"It's Sharon!!

"Ah."

Yes, he was. He was.

"Why are you here..."

Sharon turns his back openly while saying bumps.

It feels a little bad, but is it bad for Irina and the others if we show obvious hostility from this side?

"Get to know the owner.... Why are you here? This is a blacksmith. If it's a sword, the red ones should have a cup."

"You don't have to tell me. I know.... It's not a sword, it's armor. I broke it the other day in the middle of a demon hunt, and the folks in the North Forest don't use armor."

"Heh."

No, you've never seen Gorks or Diel use armor or anything.

"So to find a substitute armor..."

"I don't think there's a stock of armor like that in a blacksmith on the border."

At best it is the repair of the guard combo and the armor held by the baron.

I can't help but leave a new one in no one's size, and the price won't change that much if it's not too steep.

"No, unfortunately I've already found something good"

"What a shame."

"Huhuhuhuhuhu"

Sharon laughs in a mean way.

What makes you so hostile to me? Nothing. I didn't do anything wrong to this guy, did I?

I mean. There was. Armor.

"I was always here, but I didn't know there was any extra armor"

"You know how attentive you are."

Huhun, and Sharon rocked the ponytail, chested, and pointed.

"That's it. They're just about the same size."

What was ahead of me pointing out my bish fingers.

Bikini armor. Made by me.

"... eh, that?

I used it for a prank on Mr. Deane, and then Jackie kept it for me because I might be able to use it for some material.

"I wonder why armor with this design is in the trot. It's not so bizarre in our country."

…………

... It's not bad for me, is it?

And when I shut up, Mr. Jackie's wife came out of the back.

"Sorry, I don't know the price because I don't have the price tag or the book value of the materials I used... in about 300 gold coins for now"

"I don't mind."

Something flickers over here, Sharon, who pays while winning.

And.

"May I wear it"

"Are you going to wear it? Yeah, I don't mind."

Whatever you thought, Sharon started wearing Bikini Armor in the fitting room.

And a few minutes.

"It may be too irritating for this country soldier, but this kind of armor is rare in Renfangas."

Expose the bikini armor to me in dignity. Apparently, he was proud to win all he wanted, judging me to be a stunner because of the ignorance of the country stuff that kept me quiet all the time.

But if it stays the same, it could develop into an international problem. Even if this guy is a master night figure.

"Look, actually, that's the guy I made."

"... Yes?

"The armor, the guy I handcrafted. So..."

"I see.... but I can't change my belly on my back. Nobody wears anything anyway, so you won't have to worry about me buying it."

You were embarrassed by your momentum behavior, which turned a little red, but Sharon tries to leave as it is.

"Wait a minute. I knew I should go home in normal clothes. Or you should give it back. They're gonna call you a crazy bitch."

"So this is common in Renfangas, so rinse. Don't worry, don't push your sense of the country."

"No, no, wait, wait."

When it warms up, there are engravings that clear and round the breasts.

"Good day and I'll see you soon"

Smile and Sharon forcefully breaks the conversation.

My tits were already clear.

Stasta and I walked straight through the city to the woods.

"Lord Smythson.... What did you do to an example chatty woman?

After a while Irina asked me with a strange face.

"I was angry at you for being horrible."

"... I didn't do anything."

I'm not bad.

(cont 'd)