Half-elves Fall in Love

Morning greeting at Rennest Castle.

"Well slept."

Cairon ringing a cock and neck. This guy sleeps really well anywhere.

"What will happen today? It was done yesterday."

Rants puts his hair in a nose mix before his appearance.

Nobody in Basson's cadre had such a big mirror, so they floated and then angled and posed. I know how you feel.

"Maybe if we don't have something to hold back, we'll go down to the city more on the front line?

"Well, what makes you think that?

"It doesn't make sense to be in Rennest, and even if you're going to act on an investigation, there's going to be a safer city. This is a city with military enlistment information centers, so it's easy to get together."

"I see."

"Rather than that, Rants, let me see you too."

"Me and me."

Fight with Cairon to get to the look.

I'm not that familiar, to be honest (to the point of finally showing it on the water and taking a sleeping habit when washing my face), but the big mirror is a little exciting.

"Ha!"

"Yo!"

Cairon and I fight over a cool pose.

Cairon is the same age as Isaac, so I don't have to think he can grow up any longer, but that's not what I can say right now.

"Ri, mix me up, too!

Bisi, and Rants pose as well.

"Hey Smythson, why don't you pose for a little rants and line symmetry?

"Here, here?

"Okay, and here's what I'm gonna do"

"Oh! Cool!

"Do you want to be our kimepose!

"No, more arms are so stretchy and aware of the spread"

"But if it's a stand-alone product, it's hard not to be cool with every single one of them."

Biscuit, think of all the Biscuit poses.

... I mean, what are you doing with three 20-something single soldiers?

"Good morning, Lord Owner.... What are you doing?"

Lila appeared where she was playing with her appearance in front of her.

"Oh, Lyla."

"Good morning"

"Oh, good morning, Mr. Lyla"

In the meantime, the Kimepose study will be discontinued and we will all greet each other.

It's from yesterday's order.

Goro and Lila spreading about ten stones wrapped in skin wipes on the table.

"What is this?"

"Magic item?

Rants and Cairon rarely look at red stones. Don't these guys know?

"It's a kind of treasure called the sealed stone of breath. If you throw it, you can burn it in one shot if it's about Hellsbore or Mad Wolf."

"Hie."

"... treasure is forbidden, isn't it?

"Ho. Don't show off. It's not that big of a deal in itself, but if we have treasures in people's worlds, whether it's our gifts or stolen goods, it's going to be a bounty neck."

The two drink gokuri and spit.

"Be careful how you treat them, too. If it's activated in a detour on hand, it's black burnt with a dragon brace."

"Ko, how do I save this?

"If I drop it, won't it erupt?

"... Lyla, Description"

"Right. I don't think it will be very common for me to put it in a leather bag, but if I'm worried, should I wrap it in another piece with a cotton cloth? Sometimes if you apply enough load to crack it, it will activate with it, not absolutely."

"Ugh, hmm. This scares me."

"Smythson Ten Chief, don't you have some kind of surprise prop that you can handle safely like this"

"So what do you think I am!

... but well, it has also been demonstrated in General Lucas' case that the power of the breath sealing stone itself can be controlled with engravings.

Aside from hand-throated bullets, we might be able to make an aid that's easy to use.

"... well, I mean, limiting the heating direction with convergence marks would make it more user-friendly... the material itself improves thermal resistance with engravings... no, because that can interfere with the key control marks. I knew it was originally made of a highly thermally resistant material"

"Well, the owner's eyes have changed."

"... Hey Smythson, I knew we'd do that again for breakfast"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute really. Right now, I'll just write down the idea of the tattoo."

Hurry up and write down the deployment diagram of the exterior and crest of the paranoid tool on the lining of the luggage wrapping cloth.

Yeah. Something's come to mind.

Minutes late for everyone, breakfast was served in a luxurious room for guests.

"Somehow, Renfangas breakfast is fantastic."

Smudge and Boyd say. It does have a lot of soup with meat and it's close to a little dinner.

Whether it was Basson or Polka, breakfast was the type of breakfast like drinks and raw vegetables, and it was a bit of a cultural shock.

"In Renfangas, lighten your lunch and take more in the morning and evening."

Berga, who was present, annotates me pale.

Felios had begun his meal silently and Sharon and Naia were also in their seats side by side.

"Okay, I'll take it"

"Here you go"

Mr. Deiane's words are followed by everyone starting to eat.

Renfangas dishes tend to have a stronger stock of ingredients than sugar and salt overall, and spicy ones are oddly spicy. The chili seemed to be the accent if anything.

"It's spicy, this simmer"

"It's a spicy stew that came in from the Rian Empire in the Oriental Mountains. It's not bad if you get used to it."

Sharon has a cool face. That's 15 years of the Renfangas calendar.

I've heard that Eastern Mountains have a lot of spirits and chili dishes to combat the cold, for their high altitude.

Renfangas is close to geography. Is it likely to have a big impact as well?

"Now, gentlemen. I have a proposition for you."

By the end of the meal, Sir Buster suddenly came in and drew everyone's attention with that wild voice.

Because it's just in the palace, I dress more nobly than I did yesterday. Although it seems a little cramped.

"Let's hear it."

When Mr. Deane nods, Sir Buster starts talking.

"I'd like you to lend me a little help with the dragon today."

"Dragon......?

You mean Maia.

Mr. Deane will look out for me. In the meantime, I leave it to you, Mr. Deane replied to Sir Buster, nodding with the will of

"According to the content. I can count on that dragon, but it doesn't mean I'm obedient to everything."

Hard to answer.

Since the Fire Dragon War a hundred years ago, the dragon has passed the subject of fear, saying some areas have been deified. Sometimes they think they can do anything.

Lord Buster shrugs his shoulder, "I won't stand there."

"Based in a city called Catalina in the north, the Gauntlet Nights demon sweep operation is on the move. I want to go join the Gold Arm lister Jail carrying that.... Can you take me there?"

"Catalina...... I'm sorry, I'm neglecting geography. How far north?

"It's about five days in the carriage. I asked Felios and Berga about the speed of the dragon's wings, and I really wanted to taste it."

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"Just me and Naia."

... Well, it's not impossible. It will also be an opportunity to show Maia what she is capable of.

Mr. Deane nods.

"Great. We're gathering information, too. Let's go see what's going on on on the front line."

"Help.... hey elf group, you guys coming too"

Felios and Sharon, Berga nods instantly.

"Whatever."

"I'd like you to call me by name, if possible."

…………

Five days in the carriage? If it's a dragon wing, that's right. It won't take hours.

"All right, Special Agent Deane, get ready! Meet me in front of the dragon in an hour!... time is good, Sir Buster?

"Oh."

Answer Mr. Deane's order with a salute, and we will begin preparations to move.

I wasn't spreading the load with the intention of calming my hips, so that step was smooth.

"That's the city of Catalina."

About three hours later. Sir Buster points out the carriage window and tells Mr. Deane.

"Maia"

"Yeah."

Chibimaia on Mr. Deane's shoulder nods, and the dragon slowly begins to descend.

With the hallucinating vision Maia has shown me to play, I can see the city where it descends.

It was more of a fort than a city surrounded by stone walls......

"City?"

"... well, it's a city because of its function"

Sharon nods a little less confident.

No matter what you look at from anywhere, a large laminated building built on a field map.

That was the city of Catalina.

"Lister!"

"Alec? When did you get home?"

Enter the city with Sir Buster's facepath, and after a short walk, exit into a soldier's stall that looks exactly like a fort.

There were tons of weapons on the walls, fewer injured people lined up in chairs and sleeping quarters, making us realize that this is exactly where it works.

A lion beast man, not big but strong, with a glimmer of presence in it. That was Lister Jail.

"Welcome, gentlemen of the Celesta army... Speaking of which, Celesta's envoy was supposed to be in charge of Annette, right? Alec, what about them?

"It's the power the elf people have been recommending. Everything sounds like a blue dragon ride."

"The Northern Elf Territory is recommending the Celesta Army... there are going to be complications, but let's think the times have flown by. I'm Lister Jail. Gold Arm."

To the rough muscles, the gold gauntlet is like a toy.

But, well, I could finally say that I met a gold arm, like a gold arm.

Sir Buster looks like a townsman if he gets out of the castle, and Felios doesn't have enough room.

"Special Agent Deane direct from Celesta Army Command, Captain Deane Special Agent Hundred. Greetings."

"... a god of war"

"Don't call me that. [incomprehensible]"

Mr. Lister and Mr. Deane shake hands.

"So, Lister, what's the status of the operation? Me and Naia, and the elves are here. Let's get this over with."

"That's not sweet."

Mr. Lister looks bitter.

"Rock turtles and rock dolls are a lot like a joke. Regardless of the heavy weapon use or the auga, the red arms of the light weapons can't fight off their number of violence.... The troops pulling it were too incompatible. And some of the red arms that got hit, they're moving corpses."

"Ugh, I can't stop.... can't we get out in a day?"

"Honestly, you just wanted Annette and her kids the most"

... It conveys that it is quite a spectacular war situation.

Regardless of the fact that Rock Turtle is not in Celesta, the rock doll is basically supposed to be an exclusive demon inside the labyrinth. It is assumed that it is rarely born in a natural state.

The Celesta Army's power metrics do not set the threat very high, but they say it involves the giant not being able to move very freely in the labyrinth.

If that were to be out so much as "too many".

For example, imagine a painting of 100 giant rock puppets walking side by side, nearly twice the size of an orga, zoomed through the plain. Whether it actually takes a hundred bodies.

"Well, you still can't help what came out"

Naia holds the hat and walks forward.

Mr. Lister looks bitter.

"Naia Grance... to be honest, I want you to watch me back there."

"That's not going to happen. Because he's a brave man."

"I don't agree with your attitude of pushing unscrupulous in one word."

"I'm still trying to be tall."

Apparently, Mr. Lister was bitter about Naia's "because he's a brave man" unintelligible unscrupulous push, or about a little girl named Naia standing on the battlefield, or both.

It's the most gold-armed gold-arm in common sense.

... No, should I say "swordsaintly" gold arm?

"Rock turtle and rock doll."

Mr. Deane shrugs and sees Angelos and Lyla and Aurora.

"I don't know what a rock turtle is... but if it's a regular rock doll, it's up to four."

"Ho, I'm seven or eight in this place."

"You don't like me... sorry"

Mr. Deane, put down a beat.

"Lyla. How much do you think Maia could do?

"... Maia? Right."

Lyla sighed softly.

"Tens of thousands, if you don't have to shy away around"

"Right."

Mr. Deane smiled and turned to Mr. Lister and Sir Buster.

"Give me an overview of the sweep operation. … the power of the 'dragon' in the Elf Territory, let me show you"

"... No way. Alec, you think it's a dragon?

"Oh, oh... okay, god of war Deane"

"Though I'd like to ask for a hundred names. Let's take a look at our strengths."

Mr. Deane laughed invincibly.

◇ ◇ ◇

There used to be a time called the Fire Dragon War Era.

That's too one-sided to call war, a time of disaster.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Maia! It's that herd!

Looking down from the sky, rock dolls were walking in an extended line through a wide valley that was also comparable to the city's prominent streets.

Not a hundred or two. It sounds silly to count, but a thousand is crap.

No one knew what those were going for, but if they came into Catalina on some kind of clap, it was obvious to anyone that it was the last of that fortified city.

◇ ◇ ◇

In those days, people said there were hundreds of heroes manipulating the Dragon Slayer, an ancient weapon of super-destructive power that transcends common sense today.

They hunted dragons.

I got into the Dragon Palace, or found a dragon that was confusing to people and challenged them to battle.

But.

With all those heroes, it doesn't end up destroying a species called the Dragon.

That's why.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Lower the red arm! Felios, Alec, we need backup!

"I'm out too!

Lister, Felios, and Alex Buster jump off the ground without a coward, even though they say they are dozens of meters from the ground.

Including Naia, who then flew, the four heroes lower the valiant warriors in the face of gray glacial rock dolls and cut to buy time.

Naia slaps the rock doll's body in two with her sword.

Alex Buster uses magic to make the rock puppets argue with each other, and Mr. Lister explodes a tortoise made of rock with his fist.

Felios dances and dances as he slaps the ground with his sword. Shortly afterwards, several rock dolls fell into tears on the ground and were blown away by the exuberant rocks.

"... Felios, you're strong..."

"It's a gold arm, my brother."

Sharon replied to my whine.

◇ ◇ ◇

The dragon flies through the sky and spits Hellfire.

Even as we approach, there is a blow awaiting us by force beyond common sense.

The dragon slayer was destructive that could defeat the dragon, but if it hit it properly.

Pouring industrial flames from the sky looking up and continuing to kill without rest, the giant beast planted a real fear in the weak little ones, who were on track with a toy called Dragon Slayer and others.

It was like a kid was standing up to a beast with a knife.

For them who cared about it, the Dragon Slayer was not a superweapon.

Stabbing him could hurt and die, but if he hadn't even been struck by accident, he was just a funny, blade-crossing, short defensive knife.

Most attacks do not reach dragons that fly high into the sky and scatter death.

From them, on the contrary, there are only less than bugs who can kill as many as they want at any time, such as pathetic humans and subhumans who crawl through the earth.

People understood.

The dragon was the ultimate killer of superweapons and so on.

◇ ◇ ◇

A carriage is placed on the high ground and Sharon and Berga fly out to cover the Felios.

"Maia!!

I order Maia to lay the sight aside.

"... all of it, get rid of it!

"Leave it to me, Master Andy"

Maia leaves behind a few rock dolls on the front and progresses from side to side into the matrix of rock dolls.

The rock doll blows up. Rock dolls as tall as 5 meters are less than children in front of dragon giants.

Shake your tail on the spot for a spin, and when you snap down the nearby rock puppets, say a word to the Gold Arms who are fighting on the back.

"Back off. It freezes when you're there."

And Maia inhaled heavily,

Heavy snowstorm, puke.

Its all-powerful Blizzard brace freezes the demons on Maia's front from terrain to terrain over hundreds of meters.

"Blizzard braces with blue lizards are strong against such inorganic objects. Something made of rock can hardly fall or dull with some amount of firebrace."

Lyla squeaks. The flock of tree ice that emerged in the summer wilderness tells the story of its overwhelming power above all eloquently.

No explanation needed. Exactly, it was the ultimate violence that would not tolerate life.

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Maia thrusts through the frozen rock doll with her arms smashing, along with a tall squeal.

And when you reach a rock doll that can still move, Blizzard braces again.

That repetition.

Too magnificent a destruction effort by a 40-metre dragon was a sight sufficient to fight the surviving Red Arm and also the brave Gold Arm.

"... if I were an enemy, I'd be frightened."

I think Cairon's whining was representing everyone's thoughts on the spot.

(cont 'd)