Half-elves Fall in Love

Two weeks were off until the expected start of the Great Invasion.

The men mainly prepare gear such as arrows, the girls secure daily supplies and food, and the other half are combat training days.

"Even Catalina and others may be able to prepare it, but because of this, Lila and Maia can carry a lot of it. I've never had more to offer."

Mr. Deane has only been running his troops from time to time on boulders, and he will be busy dealing with shops and chambers of commerce that won't deal with him from the front, and with those hands he will secure the necessary supplies to draw the attention of the deal.

So the raw materials obtained by Apple and Mr. Hilda are processed into salted, hard-baked, etc., and a large quantity of ready-to-eat and portable combat food is produced.

"This kind of work makes me want Selene's hand."

"The culinary relationship was a private venue for Selene... Ugh, I was going to focus on learning more about Selene's cooking..."

Women's belts, but not high family skills, Special Agent Deane.

Though Mr. Deane and Mr. Hilda can do the whole thing with that long experience, later faces are surprisingly clumsy.

And Mr. Deane can't be fooling around with cooking, so practically Mr. Hilda becomes the head chef.

"Ho. I could eat one or two of the demons, raw if I had to."

"Me too."

"You guys may be fine with that, but I'd love a normal meal if I could."

It was me helping salt the food with the dragon set.

From Rennest to the front line of the demonic realm, even the early horses take a few days, but the war situation is apparently reaching Rennest Castle one by one with magical contact.

"The main army force on the east wing is going to start a castle at Gibbs Fortress. The central army can still afford to put out an interdiction operation, but there is also information that a large group of rock turtles has been confirmed in the western front of the military. Rock turtles are slow to invade, but they're tricky, so I want Annette to turn early... but Annette can turn to Fortress Gibbs if the dragon turns to crush her."

More recently, due to reports of the state of war, Sir Buster had deliberately begun to take himself to the Celesta Mansion.

To hear that report once a day, ten senior ranks, such as me and Angelos, and strategically important figures, such as Naia, Irina and Maia, gather in Mr. Deane's captain's office.

"Annette... the Great Knight Commander wants to turn to Fortress Gibbs if possible?

Sir Buster smiled bitterly when I asked him a simple question.

"Annette is the most charismatic gold arm for being understandable and aggressive anyway. Gibbs Fortress is far from Rennest, so it's really hard to expect reinforcements and it gets thinner in the long run.... so if Annette could step in the lead, she'd have a big crush on the outcome."

"I see..."

The reassurance that the strongest warriors will protect themselves compensates for the anxiety that it is remote?

"Fast-legged beast type demons are good at listers and sexual evil elves. I don't have a problem with those guys or me... it's hard to rock turtles and rock puppets if you're not proud of Annette and her men."

Mr. Deane nods.

"Okay....... Irina"

"Hmm. Lower your army as much as you can. Maia's ice is not clever enough to avoid soldiers"

The parental position vis-à-vis Maia was ostensibly to be served by Irina.

It also includes telling Maia to pretend to follow Irina.

... I told him not only to be bare, but also to listen and act on Irina and Deane, but he doesn't want to admit the right to full command other than the rider.

Ultimately, not turning to my judgment meant that I wasn't going to put my shoulders on anyone and wield my powers.

Well, I can feel safer about that.

"Got it. Let's have the troops withdrawn from the area. … please."

I'll take care of it.

Irina nods with dignity.

"I'm not fully equipped in time yet."

When Sir Buster returned, he told Mr. Deane that, while choosing a weapon in the armory on the ground floor, he said, Don't worry.

"I can still afford that mouthful. It will not be a situation where we need all the help we can get. Rock turtle opponents don't get fatal fights in crossbows in the first place"

"... is that right"

"You can pretend to be Irina's escort and just give Maia orders."

"Okay."

Mr. Deane eventually took the horse spear.

In a normal human being, it's the best you can carry, but with Mr. Deane's power, it's something you can swing on foot.

"It's a small hand check. It's the gauntlet that takes you...... right, just the dance spear, okay? And then there's Lyla and Irina, you and me. Get ready soon."

Copy that.

Fist on your chest.

Mr. Deane would be willing to free Lila's powers if she had no eyes, and sharpen them a little more.

The next day.

We flew north with Maia's wings, passing over Catalina and stepping into the front line of demonic territory.

"A large group of rock turtles...... is that it"

From the top of the small high mountain, we all take Mr. Deane's sense-enhancing magic and watch the demons in the distance.

A few kilometers earlier I saw a row of rocks flapping.

"Don't let scouts get in here so often..."

When Mr. Deane says half shuddered and half admired, Almeida answers as he deforms or returns the wand like a gashan gashan and a handsome habit.

"The Lenfangus Army is an army that wants an honest response, good or bad. I can't grasp the enemy's movements, then I can't talk. So the length of the foot of a skilled scout is remarkable."

"I see.... but just rock turtles..."

Rock turtle is blunt-footed just because Sir Buster tells me he's slow to invade.

Even if you walk away now, you won't be the first to be caught up.

"If we stay here, we'll have plenty of time."

"Hmm. I'm a little hungry."

"I want it after lunch, after eating"

Irina and Maia's little group take advantage of Mr. Deane's words and say relaxing things.

"I'm going to know what the dragon is capable of, but I'm a little too nervous"

Almeida with a bitter face. Cooking and laughing, Lyla lowers her basket off the carriage.

"Ho, if you're ever a soldier, you've been through one of the wars. Is there a war that goes on without eating, sleeping, or letting go?"

"That's right... but"

"We're not here to push through the impossible, we're just here to relax and crack without leaving that rock turtle. Yeah, with your elbows up."

"Mm..."

Almeida returns the spear to the iron wand and shuts up. It's usually more like a rhetoric than reading the air.

"Hmm. Whatever that is, Lord Lyla, have a quick meal."

"Spear woman, shut up. Lunch and then lunch."

The chicks are hungry.

"Hehe. Well, it doesn't matter who dies where we eat. Put it away, Almeida."

"… Copy"

That was the temperament of the military, or Almeida, who obeyed the commander, Mr. Deane.

It was the battle food made by the Apples that piled up in the carriage.

It wasn't even a rotten march distance, it was usually a sandwich or anything, but I made it, so Irina was loud to try.

... you weren't even in the production.

"Mm... salty and spicy on boulders"

Irina in the face.

"It's obvious because it's salted. I mean, salt it off and eat it."

"Oh my God!"

It's too unscrupulous to eat salted or something... no, maybe it wasn't in the elf territory where you can get some forest grace basically anywhere.

"It's cooked better than I thought."

"Yeah."

Lyla and Maia were eating the sturdy bread as it was.

... It's hard like a stone because it's hard for preservation when you say hard. Normally I scrape it with a knife or fumble it with soup.

"... Gugu"

He imitated and Almeida grabbed hold of his teeth.

Yeah. I can't. The same way they eat.

After an hour's worth of meals, boil the tea while surrounding the bonfire to keep warm.

Almeida, who looked so reluctant to come this far and eat, also had a soothing mood surrounding the burning fire. Whatever you say, meals soothe people's hearts.

"And it's cold."

"Ugh, um. I should have worn another one."

This neighborhood is already much drier than Catalina.

The wind is cold, and the climate is still different from Celesta's around not being "cool" when it says it's still autumn on the calendar.

"Deane, can I put up a wind fence?"

"Wind protection junction?

"The technique of temporarily blocking the flow of wind. It's not difficult, but due to the properties of the technique, the sound is a little out of bounds."

Mr. Deane grins and nods bitterly as he breaks a dead branch into the burning fire.

Immediately Irina cast her magic and the wind stopped.

"Oh."

There was goose and wind around, and even though the sand and dust were rolling around, I couldn't feel it any more.

"This is handy."

"But my cold body is hard to warm up..."

Irina still looks a little cold.

Maia and Lyla stand up, looking at it with a bitter laugh.

"Well, we're gonna do a little after-dinner exercise."

Irina, if you catch a cold and fall for Andy, don't do it.

"Ugh, um"

The two are followed by Mr. Deane standing up.

More Almeida put up a cane.

"Let's go too"

"No, Almeida stay. Just in case you two get attacked by demons."

"... I see"

The three of them start going down the mountain. I put Irina in my cape while I dropped her off.

"Become...?

"Chill your body and you'll catch a cold."

"... ugh, um"

Irina obeys adults. Almeida's gaze hurts just a little bit, but well there it is.

"... Your body is warm."

"Well, you're a man."

Irina and two feathers woven condition. I'll try to fit that little body between my knees and warm it up for a while.

After a while.

"of…"

"... well... bye by the way"

He looks up at me with a slightly red face as Irina tries to keep her back with me.

"... you're blushing. Maybe you didn't really catch a cold."

"Oh, that's not true. I'm warm."

Under my cape, Irina wraps my arms around herself and makes me gooey.

…………

He moves his hips softly next to me like Almeida decided to, and he leans back.

"Wow, I want you to let me in too. … a little light, as you can see."

"Almeida"

"There it is."

"Well, if you're just going to get warm, you're not going to have anything to be upset about."

"... ugh, um"

Irina, who tried to say something, pushes her silence like she was killed by it.

Almeida and Irina, and the Dango state where I'm connected by one cape.

Almeida armor and gauntlets are a little cold.

"... can't you just take off the gauntlet? Cold."

"but removing the gauntlet is not a very good thing during the mission"

"... right"

Even though it's cold.

"... but... if you really want to..."

"Why didn't you say so?"

"Wrinkles are cold. Take it off."

…………

It's kind of like Irina in my arms and Almeida next door being oddly evil.

Almeida took off her kacha kacha and gauntlet, wondering if she had pushed her silence a little.

And then you take off your armor, your arms, your legs, just under your rounded armor, and you go in your cape and stick to me again.

Also silent.

... Something strangely precipitates the air because of the windproof junction.

Also, after a while, now I look up as Irina has decided to.

"... that, Lord Smythson"

"What?

"... wow, woes..."

Put it down for a few seconds.

"... Ku, when are you willing to fit the collar?

Collar!?

... and it wasn't just me that was gnawed, it was Almeida as well.

Irina grins and groans provocatively as she is slightly drunk, staring into the four stunned eyes.

"I would have said," I will take the womb as a female slave.... I don't care about the friction around it, but if I were to make it for comfort, I'd do it now. I have heard that tying a woman as my thing with a collar is a testament to my vow to a woman who is a female slave. "

"Oh, well, that... that's right."

A bold statement in front of Almeida, who is not even a female slave.

Besides, Almeida is supposed to be a tribal elf, a hell of a shocking cumming out, so to speak, under his ministry.

"Hey... you, Andy Smythson!?

"Yes, no, wait a minute. This is on agreement"

"Ugh, um, I'm not going to make a difference if that's the way Lord Smythson works."

…………

Almeida turned bright red and shivered her lips, pushing her silence, slightly lowering her face and thinking.

"... If you're doing that to someone like Irina, you can't complain whenever anyone kills you."

Squeeze like a little rotten.

Put it down for a while.

"... if you're a selenium with half an elf or an elf like me or Naris who was abandoned, anyway"

"Huh..."

That addition, on the contrary….

and, at that time, the tall squeal of Maia's dragon body echoes in the distance.

Ha, looking up, Maia's dragon body was freezing herds of rock turtles with blizzard braces.

There, the Black Dragon gained momentum from the far side to glide.

Keep the momentum, hit the herd.

Gogogogogogogogogogogogogogo!!

It is precisely the earth that sounds, and the hordes of rock turtles are swept away by Lyra's body.

"Gaaaaaaaaaa!!

Lila growls as she proudly wins. Bake more rock turtles with a firebrace.

In contrast, the Blue Dragon fisted a single shot of Todome. Brittle and shattered.

At that rate, the two dragons take their place, crushing, throwing, freezing, baking and crushing the rock turtle as they play.

Exactly the work we do as we play.

Bluntly, they destroy rock turtles that gather the fear of the infantry with unmatched hardness and unmanned progression.

…………

…………

I just couldn't ask Almeida the sincerity of the words while laying it aside.

(cont 'd)