Half-elves Fall in Love

Three female Red Arms take her back to the mansion.

Naturally everyone was exploring the dormitories they were still unfamiliar with, and their words quickly proved that I was the ten chiefs of the Celesta army.

"Now what did you do, Smythson? Ten."

"Well, even the Black Arm and the Suspicious Smythson are not as surprised as the Red Arm is now."

"Both Rants and Cairon shut up for a second"

Sharon's relationship with customers and craftsmen is nothing more. No, I let you worship my tits.

"No... why are you the Celesta Army, even if you are a raw Trotman and you have no fighting power..."

"I'm surprised you didn't hear that in the first place."

"All I heard in the North Forest was that he was an outside hero! Besides, do you think there is room to pinch Yota, your belongings, etc. coming out to Deane, the god of war, to Saint Bonaparte of the Sword!

"... if you ask me, yes."

It was the battle in the Labyrinth of the Holy Beast that got into the way of Mr. Deane and Sir Bonaparte, as well as the dragons.

Even if you wonder where I am in it, it's sillier to pry into who the prototype of the group is.

By and large, Mr. Deane, me and Angelos were the only people who belonged to the regular formation of the Celesta Army at that time. Even Aurora was crushed by the troops to which she belonged, and for some reason she followed them as they were, so from the side, it was an inexplicable name, but it didn't change.

"Anyway, I'm Celesta's ten-man and I'm not suspicious. Let go if you find out."

"Mmm...... Well, I know about that. But with your stuff, captain."

"... Yes, sir"

If you ask me, Sharon ordered me. The three of you just received the assignment.

You found me before you entered the mansion and you tried to catch me, so naturally you haven't even met Mr. Deane yet.

It's not a rush to take over, though.

"But what about Almeida..."

It's a wacky story in many ways.

Almeida ran away from the Affilm Empire and should now be an adventurer in Volkrole, the big city in the western part of the Kingdom of Trot.

From the trot, the film is west, and Renfangas is east. Reverse direction.

It's still understandable if Almeida stands around in problems with the film. but being in Renfangas was just a little unexpected.

"... a lot."

I arrived in front of Mr. Deane's room where Pompous and Almeida muttered.

Knock lightly.

"Mr. Deane, Sharon's men have a red arm."

"It's open. Let me in."

Upon entering the room, Mr. Deane, Mr. Hilda and three Irina were just about to prepare tea.

"We just moved in today too, excuse us in this condition because we don't know what we're doing"

Mr. Deane salutes with his fist on his chest. The three leading Almeida take it and cross their arms before taking a step back and gently dropping their hips. This looks like a gauntlet night-style courtesy to you.

"I have assumed the escort duties of Special Agent Deane today, Gauntlet Knights of the Elite Knights of the Kingdom of Renfangas, Orthodox Knights of Almeida affiliated with the Lake Union"

"Likewise Orthodox Knight Tetes Marley"

"Likewise, the Knight of Naris. Best regards,"

"Almeida......?

Mr. Deane reacts with tingling. Speaking of which, don't you have a proper face?

"When it comes to Almeida, that 'dance spear'"

"Sometimes called by such street names"

Almeida that flushes only flat. I guess I'm used to being told that.

"Hmmm...... well, when did you get here beyond the blue snake?

Ask slowly as Irina hides her mouth with a fan.

So Almeida seemed to think of someone in the room.

…… and white clan chief!?

"Uhm."

"Almeida, Ohisa."

"... dark elves then!

I'm surprised.

"Expect a little when I'm around."

"Mm, mmm..."

I was cold sweating.

"Excuse me, Smythson Ten Chiefs"

Tess is inviting me, so I come closer, and she looks like she's having fun.

"Could it be Al's motocalle or something?

"I won't."

She was young or not afraid.

"What the... 'Um,' Al's weirdly comfortable with me, so I thought it looked like 80% of the time."

"That's not true. He's an elf in the first place, is it? Between all these people, right? I think it's a level of being able to stick with that Almeida or how early you are in school, even though Elf's relationship is sloppy."

And Naris was having trouble with Almeida, so I thought it was that tone, and apparently it was originally this way of talking.

Hand over the Almeidas and sip some tea in the Great Zone, including mine.

"I'm here because of a deal with the Duke of Gardner."

"Ho."

Again Almeida spoke in response to Irina's question.

"The condition was a full backup of the protection business against the half elves I was personally doing. In the mountains so close to Forklore, half-elphs and other wanderers can live safely in a residential area, and by a few sword saints also stop chasing from the film…"

"No way. How much for the prestigious Gardner family business. The road is too much"

"I think so too"

Almeida to make Mr. Deane snort.

Even just a trot with a strong wind against the elf system. No matter how prestigious the Duke Gardner family is, actively helping can also lead to negative images. That's it, I'm not sure the benefits of sending Almeida to Renfangas like no other.

If you have a sword saint that you can freely use for such a cause, shouldn't you just send that sword saint directly?

"At first I wondered what was going on...... apparently there's a reason I can't send Kensei. Sounds like you have to be unreliable like me."

"... well. You know... I see."

And I would have liked something to connect with Mr. Deane again.

"What do you mean"

"... I guess it's a pre-construction issue to Celesta. Even with Kensei as Gardner's personal servant, it hurts my eyes from Celesta to use it for diplomacy"

"Well, I guess so."

"But Celesta can't complain about the policy of racial forgiveness or charity. In exchange, if you are free to use the dance spear..."

"Oh well."

Almeida, the adventurer is in a free position.

No matter how much restraint is fought at the political level, no matter where you travel under it, no matter where you break out.

Undertake that Almeida was a Forklore and instead ask her to "be an adventurer" for her role as a political pawn.

If that's what the Gardners are after, certainly Celesta won't be able to speak out.

"I don't care if I sent one Almeida in... well, it's better than nothing."

When I squeal, Almeida laughs bitterly. And on the contrary, Tess and Naris put their hips up.

"This is outrageous."

"Because there was one of these people, you know what I mean? I know what it's like to think. Yeah, I know, but this guy's resistant to bullshit again, and I'm so glad that Jail and Buster are the Great Knights."

"... I know you're strong, but..."

"They say there are nearly 20% fewer regular army deaths when this guy participates in sweep operations. Blah, blah, blah, blah. Lots of gold trumpets."

"Are you serious?"

... Are you a paladin and red arm even though you are so strong?

Is that so?

"What are we going to do with you turning that to our escort, Sir Buster..."

Isn't it the end of the fall?

I thought so, but Mr. Deane laughs when he dulls.

"Absolutely. What we do is we stab the exploration business and the nail, and I know it's hard to say... it's obvious what we're gonna do, and so is he."

"Alex Buster is serious, too."

Almeida and Naris nod.

Wha...

Talking to others, Apple, who had disappeared for a while, came back smelling good.

"Because of this, all of you"

A dozen baked sweets on a large plate. Did you bake it?

"Wow, sweet smell."

"Ha, can I eat? Is that okay?

"... can I have one too"

The Red Arms react as soon as possible.

"It's a treat Selene taught me, if you like"

With Apple's permission, the Red Arms picked up sweets.

I ate.

"Howdy... ♪"

"Ooh, yummy... yummy. This is real. Wow. Wow."

"Sweet... ♪"

The look of bliss in three.

I tried it, but it's a regular sweet Madeleine-style treat.

but the three of them are overimpressed.

"Are you so impressed...? No, it's delicious."

"Andy Smythson. You'll find out if you get used to this country's sweets too"

"Actually, there are a lot of soft-baked confectionery and fragrant fried confectionery here, but there are very few of these."

"Amai, I haven't eaten in a long time..."

Three people take another bite and have a blissful look.

"Oh, uh, nothing. I normally sell it to Rennesto, honey and sugar, and if you're curious about it, you can make it"

…………

…………

…………

In Apple's words, the three make a deeply shady look for a moment, and take another bite and mislead with a blissful look.

"Delicious…………"

"Don't limit confectionery to sweets..."

"It's not a bad idea to have a culture that doesn't like the cheap flavors here, but somehow, the Kings Road is beautiful."

Yeah. Mostly. Okay.

"... you can't cook, you guys..."

Three stiff people.

... No, I guess we're all strong and I'm not saying it's bad.

Night.

The room division was also decided, and the exploration of the mansion was definitely completed, restoring calm to the Deane squad quarters (tentative name).

When I finished the toilet before I went to bed and went back to the room, Almeida, with an iron wand, was standing against the wall in front of the room.

"... hey, what the hell"

When he calls out wondering if it's also for him, Almeida turns away from the lid.

"Nothing. I'm just on a full escort mission."

"Oh well."

Open the door and enter the room. And Almeida sneezed.

Rennest in the south over Polka, still far in winter, but just past midnight it gets cold.

"... I think you can sleep something else. Anyway, if there's no one there, there's probably no thieves in this mansion."

"That's called alarm."

"Even though there's a dragon?

"... well. Speaking of which, you have a dragon."

Almeida laughs small.

"But I didn't expect to see you here. How is Lord Marie?"

"I wanted to hear it."

"It's been months since I've been out here. There's no dragon wings, there's no way I know."

I'm a little thrilled with Almeida for the oddly gentle atmosphere because I'm not going to go shouting in the middle of the night.

I wanted to talk a little longer, and I invited Almeida.

"Get in."

"... what are you talking about"

"It's been a while, just a little while."

…………

Almeida, just look me in the eye like a peek for a few seconds.

"... I really don't think I'm Lord Marie's child. No, it seems to be Lord Marie's son."

"What the fuck?"

"... ok, a little bit,"

I smile at Almeida, who snorted, and I slip away and invite her in.

Close the door, transfer the fire to some lamps, and brighten the room.

"Hey."

And I tried to turn around to talk to him, and Almeida was about to take off her armor when she did.

"Hey, what's up, Andy Smythson? Are you also curious?"

Halfway down, Almeida takes off her eyes, pointing her mouth and whining.

For being so active in this demonic hotbed, its body had no injuries, no worse than Selene's, and the style I once praised myself still kept its beauty intact

"... why are you taking it off?"

"You prefer not to take it off"

"No, I'm not..."

"Don't blur... a lustful demon like you can't possibly invite a woman into the middle of the night and do nothing. I don't want to tarnish my armor without darkness."

Take off the last remaining foot armor as well, and Almeida exposes herself naked before me at her temper.

"Well, as I said first, it's just a little bit! Yeah, don't get on with it again and again!

"... well, if that's all right, I'll offend you."

"I don't know if that's okay, I don't know if that's okay!! It's like I'm greedy!

No, I'm not. More fundamentally.

... well no. Something's starting to stink.

"Almeida. Sleep in bed."

"Huh... ok"

Nothing. I'm not taking quality, I'm not gripping weakness.

Almeida, a weird woman who just invites her to the room and tries to do even a little pile of stories and is ready to mistake herself.

However, no matter how much martial arts you raise, no matter how much you name it, its well-shaped breasts, its tight hips, are no different than its beautiful ass is attractive.

"I'll touch you."

"Ew... yeah... eh"

The closer my face gets to taking off my clothes and covering them casually, the more Almeida will look like a girl.

"... I'm counting on you."

"Oh, no..."

When I roll my nipples with my fingers, crush them, pull them, lick them, shake them, Almeida will tear eyes immediately.

Are you embarrassed, hurt, or are you feeling it?

"Nasty milk."

"Yes, you're the nasty one... Eh, one blame, don't..."

"Then I'll decide it's a draw"

"What a draw...!

Freshly sucking her tits with her mouth all the time, she gently combs that hair and reaches for her genitals as well.

You tried to make me a solo, and the place was already full of motivation.

"I knew you were nastier"

"Do it... stay, stay, don't spin... don't spin... don't spin...!!

"You, you got these fingers at the beginning? You're gonna stick my seeding stick in here right now, okay?

"Eh... ♪"

"Oh, I looked happy. Sketchy."

"And I didn't. No...!!

Kutukutu and spinning there, shaving and stimulating her nipples with her jaw after half a day.

I blame Almeida.

"Ha... Ha..."

"Just like you hoped, just a little bit, okay? If I do this too persistently, you're not going to make it."

"Then don't be silly... I'll stick with you, don't be so soft... just the..."

"That?"

"... hey, why... can't you..."

Almeida's guard keeps coming down, pushed by pleasure.

As always, Almeida, a very weak man in bed, makes me laugh with a nibble.

"Then why don't you try and get to where you can"

"So, to the point where I can..."

Peek into Almeida's eyes at close range.

With a nasty face you can see for yourself, stretch your tongue out on its lips and lick it.

"Don't you want to be offended while you pass out, Almeida?

"Ya... do it..."

Almeida shaking her head. But the hand you put on my chest, it doesn't have the slightest power.

◇ ◇ ◇

"It's Deane. You gonna ride on that hairline guy's intentions, huh?

"... you can ignore it. So hundreds, thousands... it's not a bad idea to make allies."

"But don't you really want to put Lord Smythson in a difficult position?

"But Andy wouldn't imitate his position and a lot of his life on the scale."

"... oh. He's not that kind of guy."

"Then we'll do everything we can."

"... she's a loser"

"... one more month until the annual monster invasion..."

(cont 'd)