Half-elves Fall in Love

A girl with pure white hair stretching along her neck looking terribly soft, calm deep blue eyes, and horns.

She shakes what she sees as a spear...... and pays for the blood.

It was the same thing as the horn of his forehead. She seems free to grow it out of her hands and stretch it out.

"Make it a grizzly. Make it a madwolf, though the old elves are usually worn one by themselves. The elves are certainly frail right now."

Fold with a peckin on hand and stick the corner around it.

If you look closely, you've used it for weapons before, there were a bunch of similar-length horns erected like fences in the corners of the meadow.

Or some of them are being used for their herb drying struts with their hippos.

… What a way to use the raw materials of expensive magic pills built by a house in ten centimeters.

"Weak, etc... don't say impotent. The kind of guy who's in this labyrinth right now, he's always half a man with a shell on his ass."

They heard the noise and flew away. Diel disputed the sighing mix as she put it.

"If you keep learning to fight alive, sooner or later you'll be able to do that. I told you to look in the long run."

"I also know that three hundred years old and the boys there need not tell me. Don't make a serious face for old folly."

Kukukuku, and a breakcore that makes you laugh unnecessarily mean to the outside.

Do you feel like you are 15-16 years old, as much as Angelos? No, Angelos just looks young, too.

"Better than that, hey red, bring some young people from the village as soon as possible. Let's make this guy a bear pot."

"... pots with demons, etc. Don't plan anything crazy today."

"They say that's not unusual in the South. That's why you guys are weak."

Listening to Blakecore and Diel's conversation, uh, I figured Elf would think so, too, and I'm relieved.

I'm still not willing to eat demonic grilled meat or anything without the salt of blessing either.

"A friend of mine came from afar, and I need to make a treat like this."

Breakcore is delighted to take the giant bear apart with a short horn grown from his hand. So don't treat a corner horse horn like that as such a disposable tool.

"Help"

Maia borrows a knife from Deane and rushes to Blakecore.

Feels Like Seeing Two Mid-Teenage Girls Happily Bloody And Tearing Up Giant Bears The landscape was really surreal.

"Ho, I'll take care of the baking"

"I said I was a pot, you black dragon."

"Ho, anyway, holy beasts can eat meat and so on, never mind"

"He says it's a pot. I'll tell you this once, it's a pot."

Lyla and Breakcore start arguing about cooking methods for some reason. I guess they're both committed.

Is that so?

"What, can't a holy beast eat meat?

I asked Blakecore and he looked a little awkward.

"You're right to say you can't digest rather than you can't. into the stomach, but will almost spit out"

"Why. Like rebellion with the demon's 'chi' after all?

"It's not just meat, it's simply the body of the Holy Beast that doesn't need food. … the body is transforming into a structure that lives by ingesting pure 'chi'"

"Ha.... that means you can't live if you leave here"

"Don't mean fasting as a condition. As long as we don't leave, if we die of a lack of energy, we will be resurrected here on our own."

One mystery of the Holy Beast was solved. No, I guess it was nothing mysterious or anything for someone familiar with it.

Lamberjack grizzly.

He said that the meat of the enlarged bear up to four metres tall would be nearly a ton in the edible area alone and that it would not be enough for a few days to indulge in the pan until everyone in the pre-labyrinth camp, where hundreds of people were comfortable.

"If you know you've narrowed your life force as a species with too much cleansing 'chi', you can eat about a demon before you say it's a journey. I'm not saying anything about eating mud, it's something that becomes dirt if demons die like normal creatures anyway. What, don't worry, look, eat, eat more and more"

Dozens of bear pots were aligned in the meadow at the head of the breakcore, and the elves, who were startled at first, finally began to reach out in peace to see Diel, me, and Irina start eating.

"Sorry, Smythson"

"I'm used to working for Celesta."

Don't tell me you're mixing the salt of the blessing in a plate.

"Wouldn't it be better to simmer some more"

Irina used to eat a lot as she struggled to cut a thousand bites. This guy is amazing how irresistible he is to eat with this guy.

By the time I ate a plate and was full, Mr. Deane had brought me the engravings of the problem.

"This cloth will do."

"Yeah, this is it"

Familiar cloth and handwriting, no doubt.

"What, that's"

In the end, I didn't eat myself, so I seemed free. Blakecore peeks into my writing from behind, intriguingly.

I'm a little thrilled with the strangely neat girl's face.

"Engraving Diagram"

"Kokomon?

"Uh, well, in one of the technological systems in the South Forest that carve magic muscles and alter the properties of objects..."

"... I see. Hmm, is this an energy convergence radiator?"

"Early understanding!?

"I have not lived in Dada for thousands of years"

That's just great, Blakecore.

"I see, the forest of the south... was the empty clan thriving in this way..."

"... prosperity? What does the imprint have to do with prosperity?

"Elves are originally capable of controlling their physical properties with sensory magic intrusions, even without shapes like this. … it is unlikely that we will re-study it as a system to legalize it, make tools, and deliberately release technology to other races without magic, in this poorly ventilated forest"

"... ha"

"That's what you don't stop walking. It's the same as arithmetic, because you can somehow stop thinking about more than that, and that's where it fossilizes. It must have been a diplomatic demand with the surrounding area, but only if we were lucky to refine things in this way would we be able to lead to life so many times as much as the entire North Forest"

"... I don't know, it's harder to be a messy old man to use your head or something like that?

"... if you put it together so abusively,"

It was a breakcore that seemed a little dissatisfied with my proper summary.

So, I hope I got that engraving.

There are also kilns in the pre-labyrinth camp for weapons training. Only the front line is bigger than Mr. Jackie's, and the soundproof phantom junction is permanently strained, so it doesn't bother people.

The truth is, I just want to make one last mistake here, but one very unlucky mistake.

"I should have brought my engraved sword..."

I left the sword I always used for my engravings at the inn.

"Hey, let's go get it."

"Let me ask you to do that..."

Without that, I can only make gawa.

No, I could just make a gawa and carve a tattoo over there later, but if I could, I'd like to make it while Lyla tries it out.

"The engraved sword is the array you took from our collection."

"Yes."

Diel told me that for the duration of his stay after the last Holy Beast Labyrinth attack, he said, "I got it from a fake thing, okay? Confirmation has been obtained." So I'm not a thief.

"I actually do it with a pen that can carve some magic. The guy who sells it in the South Forest is a mess to me, and I'm still working on it with that engraved sword."

…………

Breakcore thinks a little.

And stretch a loose horn from your palm.

Fold in chops.

"Was it Deane?"

And call Mr. Deane, and give him that fold.

"Can this not be used for its engravings and tricks? Affinity for magic should be high there."

"Ho."

... such a hand.

I thought so, but Mr. Deane shook his head after trying to rub a slightly broken corner on the back of the plate that was around it.

"You can't. Weak output. It would be a pretty good material for a pen shaft."

"Well... too bad"

Breakcore that is a bit deafening and discouraging.

"I'm pretty happy with that feeling alone"

"... ah, oh. I'll give you as much as I can."

Break core to blush your cheeks a little.

... I want you to stop saying that with that face.

"Ho. Well, if the substitution doesn't work, you just have to have something. Leave it to me."

"... no, wait a minute"

Mr. Deane stops Lyla from trying to walk out of the camp.

"Holy Beast. This labyrinth is definitely on the northwest end of the basement upstairs..."

"... Oh, Cui Pearl... then"

Mr. Deane and Blakecore are both convinced.

"I checked during the last disturbance. There's a magic clot production gimmick here."

"Magic coagulation?

"The point is a solid chunk of 'chi'. Dangerous stuff that just disturbs magic when handled normally, but if you apply a process to the corners of the breakcore and seal it..."

"... don't be the high-powered magic wire tool you want"

Breakcore nods.

"Luna, this is the challenge"

"Hmm?

Luna, who was still silently eating a bear pot with Irina, turns to Mr. Deane.

"Magic coagulation on the second floor of the labyrinth basement...... or pick one up from where a green glowing stone of this size is rolling. Don't let the demons find you."

"... alone?

"Alone."

Very well, and when she swallows the bear meat, Luna puts the plate down and stands up.

"Can I go right away?

"Oh, hey, Luna"

Luna shouldn't have learned to fight. And even though elves come and go frequently, breaking into and coming out of a dangerous labyrinth by yourself doesn't make a difference to dangerous tasks.

I was worried about Luna, who said it too unconstitutionally, but Mr. Deane laughed and nodded niggardly, and Luna jumped into the labyrinth as soon as she wore only the minimal tool belt.

"I wonder if you're okay..."

"It's okay, Luna is comparable to Angelos if it's only speed at all times"

"Oh, not so much."

Angelos used to be synonymous with blunt heavy rigidity because of the armor, but it's so light now that you can't chase it with your eyes if it's linear speed. It should be a fairly fast category as an ace night.

Sure, Luna's leg strength has something to keep an eye on, but when it comes to being comparable to Angelos, she feels dependable as soon as possible.

"I hope the rest don't stand up to the enemy for nothing...... Lyla, hide and follow me, if that sounds really dangerous, can you help me do it"

"Ho.... at all, that kind of pushes me effortlessly for trouble"

For what she's saying, Lyla flips herself gently and follows Luna.

... would be both happy to be counted on and quite worried about Luna. That's what Lila is.

"When I get back, I'm gonna adore you."

"Ho, I'm getting motivated by Russia."

To my cheer, Lyla laughed and waved, disappearing into the labyrinth.

"But..."

"Andy, you're really riding that dragon."

Breakcore laughs a little complicated and says.

"Whether we're riding or not, we're sure we're getting along"

"Master Andy is a good husband. Good to be riding."

Pi and Maia stick together to match my words.

"... I was listening, but you seem to be really good at palming a female"

"Breakcore. Wait a minute."

"What's that 'I was listening to'?"

Even if I do, I can't help but ask. Such a sad habit of mine.

"A bowman named Phaser of the Silver Family was eager to say so"

Feisa.

Or how many lobbies has he come to in other kingdoms?

"But, well, as it stands, I'm pretty sure there's no denying it."

"Mr. Deane!?

"'Cause if you think about it, even if you're just not here right now, including our sister from Hundred Wars Alchemy, six more women are gonna be happy in your bed, right? Besides, she calls herself a female slave. It just doesn't work that way for a colored man who's good at dictating."

…………

Mr. Deane betrayed him......

"And I don't care who he is, I won't hesitate to sow it. I don't care how much people say."

Irina also betrayed......

"... well, I know how everyone feels when you're flirting with Master Andy."

Maia, please, stay on your side.

"Irina!? Smythson taught you to do this!?

Diel is too surprised.

No, wait.

"I didn't!

"It's not happening!

Meet Irina.

Immediately after that.

"Yes, just a favor from Lord Smythson, full of forest protection, if you think you can hold him for once... he reminded me of everything."

After all, Irina was a traitor. No, I did approach you, and I'm not wrong.

"That's unbearable..."

"... Smythson, I quit my clan chief too, I don't mean to go out of my way to say this to other clan circumstances... well, isn't Irina a bad idea?

"I'm feeling thin..."

I don't need to be told. I do have a few thoughts though.

"... I see, more or less I get it"

Breakcore (in red) snorts deeply. And I rang my fingers with my pussy.

……

I'm not sure what happened.

I feel that only the atmosphere has changed.

"... ho"

"That's the Holy Beast..."

"Quite the artist."

Other than me, Mr. Deane, Maia and Irina seemed to have figured out what had happened.

I don't know. The air just changed somehow, and Diel in front of me...... is that it?

I didn't say anything, but I'm kind of getting answers.

... Ah, it's a little wussy. What did you hear?

"What's going on...?

"It's a totally deceptive phantom. I hide our appearance by 'showing' rather than 'disappearing'. It's the most elusive cover-up."

I didn't even come pin to Mr. Deane's explanation, but Irina, who laughed at Couscous, pulled me, and suddenly she's going to chill.

And then he punches me in the chest with his fingers and he tells me to look to the side, and he signals with his eyes.

Daiel was laughing. They're playing something.

... that is.

"Whatever the strawberries do, they don't see Diel or the bear pots around them. On the contrary, it just seems like strawberries are usually bickering, and talking makes me feel like I'm getting an answer back."

"My mother was the only one who could do this at our palace. My great-uncle couldn't either."

"It's super-high magic. This is enough for the intelligence brigade to get a general salary."

Wow, breakcore is awesome.

So, why are you doing this?

"... Andy. I'll give you anything I can."

Blakecore blushed and said with his ears hanging. He's nervous.

The way I say it sounds great, but my voice is a little trembling, and most importantly, it doesn't sound any better than I thought.

"Why don't you try mating with me, too, if you like.... I've been thinking a lot since then and I couldn't think of much of what you want, but I came up with it in that silver guy's words.... I won't die, so long ago gender and other meaningless things disappeared, but human males have mated with females... right?

"Oh, well..."

I hear weird sighs from around me responding vaguely.

"Oh, boy."

"I get it. I get it. It's breakcore."

"... you can mix it up, right?

(cont 'd)