Half-elves Fall in Love

The talking sword was right, I dragged Naia and started moving through the snow.

Nevertheless, the snow as far as I can see.

I don't see a place with a roof.

"Where are we..."

"Thinking circumstantially, I guess Own's last destructive light activated the transfer device all the time"

"... does that mean this is the middle of demonic territory?

"There is no denying the possibility. After a little while, I don't know where it is."

"You know what I mean?

"It's an easy thing. I see the stars at night. Identifying the location from the position of time and the stars is something a sailor would do, however inexperienced."

"... do you know the time"

"There's no making either. I'm still the crystal of ancient technology."

Convenient sword.

"And yet... damn, that's heavy..."

Not what I should tell the girl, but Naia was pretty heavy. My legs sink into the snow, making it difficult to move, which makes it even more physically difficult.

"A human body without power is something that feels heavy. And even though it's pretty broken, her armor's pretty heavy."

"... can't you help me or something? You know, like, you know, builds my muscle with something magical, or you blow snow."

"What do you want from a sword? I am a musketeer. If you had enough sword arms, you could blow as much snow as you want."

... I recall the slaughter that Sir Bonaparte had buzzed off in the northern plains of the King's capital.

If I could do that, I certainly wouldn't have to worry about my feet.

This guy just looks awesome as a brave sword, and even I can't use a sword, but if it's enough to shake...

"... can I try?

"I guess I can shoot like a sonic chute"

"I can't."

"Then stop. It will not be Locke without suppressing the recoil of destruction."

"... Yes"

I knew it didn't work. Yikes.

After that and walking around, I find a lateral hole worn on a rock wall a little high, so I carry Naia in there.

"I wish I had firewood."

"Burning in a cave is dangerous. life-threatening."

"That's why you can't burn it. What are you burning?"

I have a firestone for once, but I don't have mine on hand because I just threw mine blindfolded to burn my cape.

Or I'm pretty cold because of that.

It really doesn't make sense if I burn Naia's cape. I can't keep it warm for a moment.

"Trouble... I'm pretty cold too"

"Still in contact and do it. Naia can use magic as long as she wakes up. We can improve the situation."

"Ok... can I get out of Kako's armor"

"It's not about asking permission from me."

"Weren't you the guardian?

"Not a guardian"

The weird thing about being reclusive is he's the right guy.

That's why I take Naia off. The armor is heavy, and the metal makes it cold in vain again, and it just smells disturbing.

... as it is, well, not that I feel uncomfortable either, but not now.

"You're almost useless anymore, here..."

The armor of the complex structure was struck by the demon god's destructive light (I'm not sure, but should I think of it as indiscriminate radiation of an example light sphere attack) and most of the front was cracked and collapsed.

Although barely connected by rings and stitches, it's nothing more than a massive strain of scrap iron clearly.

"This is amazing too... even though it's falling apart, Naia herself is almost safe"

"There is a special processing that purposefully nullifies harsh damage by being destroyed. Well, when this happens, it can't be repaired."

"If it's broken and he's safe, I'd really love to be an armorer."

Only back armor is safe, but it doesn't make sense. Anyway, I can take off the armor that became jalali and scrap iron decorative clothing.

Under the armor was torn only at the top of his left chest. This is the part that was wasted in the first attack.

"... can I take it off?

"Don't ask my permission."

"Don't get mad at me for saying..."

I would be too scared if I were exasperated by the sword of a brave man.

"Even if I'm angry, there's nothing I can do. All I can do is talk and choose to free and seal my powers."

"... Really?

"You're expecting something too much from the sword. It's a weapon. It doesn't make sense if someone doesn't grab it."

"... then I'll take it off"

Put your hands together in the sense of a metabolism, then let Naia take off and check for scratches.

The chest wound was also like a stab wound, even like an abrasion.

"... certainly not deep, but it's a terrible wound. Looks like it's gonna leave a trail."

Gently apply a hand wipe to the wound and hold it down.

He then holds Naia naked from his back and from above, covers as much stuff as he can cover, such as armor or cape, and tells him how plush it is.

... Naia doesn't wake up. Touching the wound won't even react. I was just standing there breathing.

"... you're so small, Naia."

"Mm?"

"I know very well when I cuddle"

A formidable warrior who fought the demon gods. The girl who is trying to move Renfangas and also the history of the continent.

Although he's not a hegemonic person from time to time, Naia still has a strong presence in the stronghold.

Its body, if you hold it again, is small, soft and cold.

"There are only five guardians of a child like this...... what kind of place is Carlwin, sword"

"Carlwin is something special, but Naia is special again. All the other brave men are men."

"... Really?"

It was a little surprising. If it was extreme meritocracy or biased selection criteria, I was wondering if there were other women out there.

... Well, even though Celesta and Renfangas have a lot of female soldiers, the main player is still a man.

Is it reasonable to speak of a non-standard world if it is based on strength?

"Its a brave man but... do you have other swords like you"

"... no. The Sword of the Brave is the only possession of the Flash Rider. Some treasure vessels have been passed on to each of the other brave men, but I've never seen my kind before."

"Well... I'm not sure what the schematics are."

I also think Naia said something about a second ride when she introduced herself. Maybe it's a round table, but at least it's not at the top.

Yet I can carry something I've never heard anywhere else, a talking sword.

Is it something special? Or are they even more amazing with other treasure vessels?

"... you look like you might want to hear, qualifier"

"Well, I'm a qualified person."

There's a pile of things I'd like to ask you, but for now, I'll ask the flashing sword a question.

It also had the purpose of distracting myself from my carelessness in rejoicing in a slight state of joy and embarrassment: embracing the soft skin of Naia, who was losing her mind.

Well, you don't have to return a clear answer. "I don't know anyway," he said, "because it is the lower end that I can't help but be informed of the circumstances of each thing, so I am somewhat obsessed.

but the sword answered lightly.

"He's a brave man."

"What?"

"You used your own wisdom and courage to confront the demon gods. To save Naia. I recognized that heart as courageous, and I recognized to you the credentials to speak with the sword of the brave. Any questions?"

"... No, I, I can't do swords or anything at all. I have no intention of taking you away from Naia."

"I know it thinly"

"Oi."

"But, young man. I will never speak or show strength to the unqualified. You must not. That's the promise of the first flash rider, Grance Leyland."

"... what the hell"

You promised to stink, and look at the frigid sword.

The sword pulsed the light. It also looks somewhat like a look to fix.

"A sword of immense power, willing. Have you ever imagined the situation?"

"I don't, though."

It's impossible for a sword to be willing and talk in the first place. If you care about that, you can't make a sword.

"... then imagine.... willingness in the sword, choosing what deals with power, and freeing up power at will. If that's a well-known fact."

……

"It's not arms, it's not qualities, it's not the fate of a gift, it's the free will that wields power. If you threaten that will in some way, you can also think that you can easily gain power."

"Ah."

... I didn't have that idea.

"For example, the original owner may be taken hostage. Unleash your powers and you may be threatened with crushing them. Even though it's not me that breaks so easily, if you have relics from far away times, you risk being crushed even if you release your powers"

"Fear it...?

"My role is to defend the world, protect people, and defend those who fight for it.... Therefore there is a commandment between me and the brave. Never show the existence of will except for those who acknowledge it as brave. Don't be thought of as a sword that speaks for itself. And let not his power be seen."

"... you're in trouble, and so is the sword"

"Not so much"

"... but can't that be used in wars between humans"

"You don't need my help to slaughter people."

"I don't know."

A flashing sword that feels like it has seen and emits a similar light on the dragon slayer.

The Dragon Slayer is overkill in a fight between people. It certainly doesn't have to and supposedly shouldn't be used.

"... So it's for real to fight dragons after all...?

"Why do you think it's a dragon?"

"No... I'm gonna go straight to the point, but you're a dragon slayer, aren't you?

"... no, not in the double sense"

The voice that sounds from the sword goes low.

... Made you angry?

"... not a dragon slayer."

I accidentally heard a voice from under my chin.

When I looked, Naia was slowly opening her eyes.

"Naia."

"... that,... Oh, thank you. It's warm."

"Ah."

I remember hearing Naia say so at first glance and hugging Naia's naked upper body.

Or I was grabbing her tits.

"Oh, sorry."

"Do it"

"You don't have to leave. Naia, treat yourself. You should keep Naia warm until you have a Med who can move. That's pretty cold."

"You don't have to tear that apart."

"... ok. Naia."

In the cape and under the armor, goo, and narrow his arms. Tits so you can gently put your hands on them.

But touch.

"... because it's an emergency"

Naia says in a bitter, lit voice. Immediately afterwards, he casts a number of magic spells in a row and treats himself.

"Until the technique is tamed... I think in an hour the chest wound will be fine"

"Are you good at therapeutic spells or something?"

Medical photography used by Selene and others converts vitality and blocks wounds.

"... because it's not technically healing. It's just that you're misleading the pain with sensory phantoms by consolidating the wound condition so that it doesn't bleed and the wound doesn't spread when you move."

"... that's a bad idea."

"You can't act unless you do this, can you? … If you get wounded in battle, this is what you always do"

That would also be full of old wounds.

"So, dragon slayer...... so, no?

Encourage the continuation of earlier.

"Flash swords are flash swords. … I hear those called Dragon Slayers were mass-produced as the lowest flashing swords in the distant ages"

"Lower!?

"Some of them were just like me, but they lost their judgment and became just weapons. Originally, a type like me with the will was supposed to be the right way"

…………

I feel like I'm hearing some amazing truth about history.

"And the name Dragonslayer itself was only named by future generations in a discretionary interpretation. A weapon worthy of fighting dragons. But even though the dragon is mighty, it is not a creature that needs my power. It's not the right thing to do to kill another creature."

"... uh, I mean?

"It's not a dragon. Should we even say Immortal Breaker if we are supposed to... rephrase it in today's language style?

"'Immortal Breaker'?"

"Oh."

"... Immortal (Immortal), that is"

"Holy beast, called the demon god, something out of reason...... made to kill those who have different chains of life"

Light ran on the sword. Like waiting for the liberation of that power.

... Speaking of which.

Lyla said the wounds on the dragon slayer were hard to heal.

That was, in other words, the power to kill overresilient things...... was that why?

"Ma, wait. I'm not gonna let you kill Blakecore."

In a hurry, I eat and hang.

Naia laughed couscous and the sword moved the light a little busily to show.

Is it meant to be some kind of expression?

"... nothing, I'm not going to kill that existence, and I know it's no use. Without Mr. Blakecore, another Holy Beast would just be born, wouldn't it?

"It's just that at the time I was created, there were situations and forces that still had to be fought against the Holy Beast. I do not believe that the immortal should be killed. Rest assured."

"... hey, that's complicated"

... it's a delicate place to feel safe.

"I basically only make the liberation of this power good when fighting demons, or many demons"

"... Yep. I wouldn't be willing to rely on a flashing sword if I wasn't a demon opponent either."

"You may not believe it, young man, but that Ohn was also more than 10 meters away from his last battle with Naia. By tapping on my power, I stopped playing and got that size"

... The demon god was 2 meters at most in the earlier battle.

Even that one was bullshit resistant, but was that how you looked cornered?

"But I took an unconsciousness. … Next time, next time, I'll make sure you tailor me."

"Uhm."

Naia squeals, and the sword hammers.

The look on Naia's face I can't really see from behind. There was just an obsession seeping out of it.

That's what bothers me.

... and the element of stopping interest, now there was nothing.

"... you said you ate the brave man..."

Vikri, and Naia shaking herself.

"... Yes"

"After all, a fellow Naia...... or a master?

…………

Naia, push my hand away.

Get up slowly, keep your cape on my shoulder, and I walk on my knees, appropriately wrapped under worn armor.

Pick up the hat of Tsugahara, who was rolling with the sword, and put it on his head in silence.

"... Yes. Mine, Master. Prior flash rider, Faria... the original owner of this hat."

Squeezed out, squeaking like that.

(cont 'd)