Half-elves Fall in Love

When we receive the map and take it back to the polka, Mr. Deane spreads it to the dining room table in the inn for inspection.

And I started considering it with Naia.

"Carlwyn said the valley."

"Yes."

Is the water flowing?

"Yes, for once..."

"Then you can narrow down the area from the river. No matter how vast the demonic territory is, there are not so many rivers that make a valley full of fortresses. And have you ever seen the ocean? Did you see the Blue Snake Mountains? The Oriental Mountains. The direction of the river flows. Tell me what you know."

"Ha, ha."

The two of them start exchanging information before the parchment map.

"Ex-terrain experts don't look good."

Mr Hilda says as he pleases.

"Yeah, if you do that and narrow down the candidate, the exploration efficiency will jump. … if the map fits, but"

"You just have to believe there at the moment. If Deane had to, he might have made his own map."

Mr. Deane laughs bitterly at what Angelos and Aurora say.

"How long do you think it will take to measure this breadth? If it's bullshit, it's pretty important. That's the Valerie Nation, the Arcus, the Goat Kingdom, but it's better to find ancient documents."

"So much?"

"Our job is not just to discover the valley, we will have to discover the route to that point. It doesn't mean a lot to Renfangas or Carlwin if they can't break through the place where the demons originate, predict the flow of mind, and establish a route that unarmed residents can walk for the deal"

"Oh... speaking of which, that was certainly the story"

Angelos laughs bitterly. I honestly wasn't thinking that complicated either.

This wasn't just a treasure hunt.

"I don't know how many years it would take me to make some kind of map myself that I could use for that. I don't care how much Lyla or Maia you have, you're not going to make it through your work fighting demons."

"Ho. I'm not sticking to the map."

"Maybe a more relaxing job.... You want to have a baby, don't you? Angelos and Aurora."

"Oh, yeah, right"

"Whatever."

Will the story come back there after all?

"Hilda, you too, Andy, your child."

"Hilda's a little more of a wife's consciousness."

"Here's the thing, plunder love!!

"Is that what they say!

"Ya, leave Dr. Hilda's ripe body alone, Andy. You're cold."

"Why does that sound so fun to you..."

Mostly it's still too early to say that Mr. Hilda is ripe... etc. I won't be able to talk about it so I'll keep my mouth shut.

At the end of a single street check, Mr. Deane winds up with a map.

"All right, let's start our next expedition"

Everyone looks at each other. Mr. Deane raised one voice.

"I'm heading to Rennest first thing tomorrow morning! This is the first full investigation, don't fail to confirm your armed! And don't forget to procure cold clothes, the demon territory at the same latitude as the trot will get cold sooner or later! Secret Service Deane, everyone, get ready!

Copy that!

We'll put our right fist on our left chest and start prepping.

From this time on, Selene is off.

Mr. Hilda's stomach will soon stand out, that is.

"Jeanne, you can't keep your hands off me yet, Peter."

"Right. I miss you, but Atashi is a waiting woman. Raise Peter to be a good boy."

"Nice to meet you, Sempa."

Selene and Jeanne shake hands.

These two behave brightly, even if they are bitter, and they are a lot closer to each other as to whether the temperament to do it is compatible with each other.

So, Luna makes up for the reduced amount of fighting power.

I can't deny that I'm still a little uncomfortable compared to the all-purpose selenium, but it's also what Mr. Deane has tattooed, and let's hope for what he's up to.

And then, of course, all the men, starting with Cairon, are fine. The Ace Knight group and the Dragon group are not unwell either.

And the non-combatant combinations of Apple and Mr. Hilda are also getting ready with no particular problems.

And then there's Naia... as there's no question.

"... what's so good about you?"

"This time we're going to get frightened, too? I've never seen a blue snake before."

Irina was wearing a traveling costume. He also has a wand with crystals on Nara wood, wearing clothes that seem to move easily on a thick hooded cape.

"It's dangerous? I don't know what Mr. Deane would say."

"Deane tells me it's good to follow you. You have a math."

"Are you serious..."

Well, no matter how good Irina is in direct combat, all sorts of magic, including Viper's Eye, can be no less powerful than Ace Knight. It is true that Irina's power is not low in itself.

But, Nah, this guy's a super important guy. I don't know if I need to pull it off properly.

... distress, Mr. Deane drops by at some point to explain.

"I think it's time to secure a base, and for once I thought I'd go show Rennest some northern elf dignitaries."

"But in case it doesn't spill on Irina, right? Elf territory could turn upside down at once..."

"Let's trust Alex Buster's security restoration operation. Besides, I don't need to keep Maia connected to the castle, and I have Naia. This time there won't be any hema to easily leave me or the Angelos. It should be a lot harder to wake up than before."

"... I see"

Indeed, the last battle against rogues brings an end to the lightness of flirting through the city with most of the direct combat personnel unable to move.

If you try not to imitate that first, then suddenly the likelihood of Irina being targeted or robbed is drastically reduced as well.

"So if you're really worried, you take care of him. That way at least your female slaves' eyes will gather naturally to be safer."

Copy that.

"Hehe, nice to meet you."

The next morning, take off in Maia aboard the usual carriage.

I waved back to the watchman combine, who waved with ease, and we took a needle toward the Renfangas kingdom again.

In the evening we arrive in Rennest.

Landing in the castle courtyard, like last time, just wasn't much confusion. The guard just popped up on the balcony or something because of the unannounced re-visit.

"Welcome Celesta and the Northern Elf Territory Bridgers"

Immediately passed between glances and face to face with Queen Flair. Alex Buster and Sharon stood aside. I guess it means because of the edge.

Bikini armor next to a luxurious throne is an amazing combination in a way.

"I'll see you first"

So it was Irina who made the grand advance.

Slowly cut the mark of blessing and smile at Queen Flair.

"Irina, clan chief of the Nine Clans of the North Forest and the White Clan. We have come to bless the healthy future of the kingdom of Renfangas"

"Well… are you one of the culminations of the Nine Families of the North"

"Young, it would have seemed, but this still counts one hundred and fifty years in raw"

"I have heard and heard about you from Sharon. An unlimited thank you for the convenience of that verse."

"Let's get thanked. And with our friend, Maia of the Blue Dragon, and Deane, the god of war, I ask you to forgive me for a long stay."

"Of course, my dear forest."

I chilled out for disrespect, but the boulder is a hundred and fifty year old Pierced Loch. No, should I say true clan chief Pierce Loch? Instead of disrespecting the Queen to her opponents, even though she is a small country, she is more of a natural advantage.

He's a foodie, a dodgy, hidden slut's vampire, but he's a real nobleman, and he stayed impressed with upright immobility.

And when the greetings of Queen Flair and one of Irina are over, Sir Buster advances out.

"Are you sure this visit is for the investigation?"

"Exactly."

Mr. Deane nods.

In contrast, Sir Buster tries to say something while he tours a little... and stops mogging his mouth a little bit.

That's unusual, I didn't think you were much of a boiler.

"Do you mind if I... Besides, Special Agent Deane, we have the mansion ready for you. Don't hesitate to use it."

"Mansion?"

"It would be inconvenient to get in and out of the castle at any rate. One in the aristocratic mansion, we could have just the right one."

Lord Buster laughs niggly. Sharon smiles and succeeds.

"Sir Buster bought it and built the workshop in the garden because there was a mansion with an easy access floor for the Auga and a larger cooking area. If there's anything else missing."

"... workshop?

"Mr. Smythson will need it."

Sharon looks back at Mr. Deane in wonder.

I mean, I'm sure I won't use it except me, and I don't know if I'll use it. Is that okay?

"Sharon insisted that we really need the workshop. I asked the engraver to plant a soundproofing structure as well, so it's not as perfect as a magical phantom, but I can work quietly. Use it."

... Sharon. Glad to hear it. I don't even think it's something you do for one lower end, do you?

I mean, I'm just glad you're not too busy to introduce me to one of the blacksmiths who lends me the blacksmith.

"Turn a few Sharon's men from Gauntlet Nights later. I can take you on an expedition, I can escort you around the city, use whatever you want."

... It's all kind of weird.

I am led to the mansion that Sir Buster introduced me to.

As for the size, it is about the same as the baron's mansion or a little narrow, but the baron's mansion can accommodate about fifty guests and party if you want, so it can be considered reasonably large enough.

Above all, I'm happy with the ground floor so high that the two Augs can't reach both hands.

"We can finally sleep in peace."

"I'm fine now, but winter boarding is tight."

Gort and Boyd had chosen the room as a delight.

The second and third floors are never narrow either. The dining room is big enough for us to eat together, and there's no point in complaining.

"Can I borrow this nice place from Pong?"

"Don't worry about it."

Mr. Deane whines as he opens the window.

"We have no reason to stay long in Rennest. Either the city on the front line, such as Catalina, will be more seated in the future. It won't be Alex Buster, who doesn't know by the character of his mission that it will be, and no matter how many marquis, this mansion won't be cheap in a castle city with limited land."

"Is it a trap..."

"If it makes sense to get into a trap. So far it won't be our necks that want Renfangas...... oh I see"

"I could almost read it"

I'm convinced on my own, Mr. Deane.

"Did you read it?

"Oh.... well, let me use it. It's probably not a trap, and it doesn't seem like it's something we shy away from."

"If you insist, it's autumn already."

Mr. Deane said something he didn't quite understand and smiled bitterly.

As for Mr. Deane, I don't need to hesitate, so it seems like a policy to relax, so I'll go to the newly built workshop in the dreaded garden.

"Wow... it's all too much"

Still no coal on the walls and ceilings, all the tools aligned and all the good quality new.

It was a shiny workshop where I stopped at the apprenticeship of Wangdu Thread Workshop and apprenticed again at Mr. Jackie's, and as for me like that, I was a little frightened.

"Yes, I don't know... this is the place"

It shrivels backwards even though it's like a workshop built just for me.

It's hard to get in. I just open the door and try to peek in and observe.

And, suddenly, Gashan, the sound was in my ear.

"... I know where we are"

I try to look back, but I'm scared because their voice was hard.

Or did I do something wrong? Surely you can use it here, right?

Slowly, he looks back, checking the identity of the sound that rang in his ear.

Iron bars.

Red gauntlet.

And.

"It would have been a shame if you went into theft. This is Celesta's army quarters. That our Gauntlet Nights are on guard..."

"Hey, wait."

"If it's an illustration, make it a gendarmerie."

"As much as I'd like you to give me an explanation. Why don't you just say" We Gauntlet Nights "or whatever?"

"Mm...?

Almeida narrowed her eyes. Is it dark so I don't see it very well?

And.

"Become... you, Andy Smythson!? Why is this place so fucking muddy!!

"No -!!

A bright red gauntlet with a distinctive wolf crest. Did it go with that, like a different kind of gorgeous armor than before?

And the usual planting spear.

... that paladin deep-green Almeida, who was supposed to be in Forklore, was threatening me for some reason. No, for some reason or nothing. It seems like a normal mistake.

"Al, where have you been?"

"Let's leave him alone... Yeah, I'm sorry, I can't. I'm sure it'll be a big deal if I leave him alone."

From a short distance, a voice appears looking for her, two young female knights wearing the same red gauntlet.

"Ah, there he is. Al, what are you doing?"

"Are you confusing me again? Give me a break."

One looked comfortable, a human girl in armor. Is it about the same as Luna?

The other is an elf or this one is wearing a bikini armor. I talk in a strangely fed up tone about how much Almeida is bothering me. This one felt like a bee when I saw it. The following is abbreviated because it is an elf.

"But when I caught the theft, I knew him."

"It's not stealing! They told me to use it here!

"Lie. This is the private quarters of the Special Forces of the Celesta Army. You, the Trotman."

"I'm the Secret Service Chief of Special Agent Deane from Celesta Army Command."

When I name the title, the two of them come reflexively later.

"Uh, I'm the Knights of the Lenfangus Kingdom Elite Knights Gauntlet Knights, the true knight of Teeth Marley, affiliated with Lake Union -"

"Oh, I'm also an authentic knight of Lake Union, Naris. Nice to meet you."

"Ah, guys."

…………

Almeida lowers her iron wand and sighs.

"Affiliated with Lake Union, Red Arm.... of deep green... no. Almeida in Folklore. I'm telling you, if it was a lie, I wouldn't know, Andy Smythson!

"... Yes, sir"

With the stars of the evening in the background.

... Why? It was a reunion with the guy I think.

(cont 'd)