Half-elves Fall in Love

The flickering snow also begins to tingle, and Catalina begins to show signs of winter weather one by one.

Down it melts, down it melts repeatedly, and all of a sudden it doesn't snow doka, but most soldiers say they're going to pull this place up before this snow builds up and becomes root snow.

Regardless, it does not change that it is a fort on the front line. Dozens or so of soldiers remain.

It is with the merchants returning to the capital, Rennest, and the peasants who will make small works nearby once spring and summer, that we will continue to maintain this Anttsuka during the winter months.

... The big invasion was tight, but that sounds spicy, and I think it's been six to seven years since I packed it in a snowless basson.

"But winter doesn't come as beast type. If you're just a rock bastard, we can handle it right now."

Heating table (a table that boils water or something with heating magic like the one used for grilled meat. magically requires activation, so only the filling one is used) The elf youth of the communication mage who was surrounding and sipping tea with him says so and separates the explanation.

"When is it like a thousand or so queues?

"... Oh, that's a bit of a bummer, but about twenty of them are in the normal range. And the scouts are always moving, so you can always call reinforcements."

"Winter is hard to move..."

This city, which takes four to five days on foot from Rennest, would be harder in winter.

I thought so, but there it is.

"Crusaders are organized to patrol regularly, and the fortifications accommodate people from each other."

"Heh..."

Exactly 300 years of tradition. There doesn't seem to be a drain.

That said, there seem to be some problems that have surfaced recently.

"Mm-hmm..."

Trying to get back to the room after a cup of tea and warming up, Naris looked sinister staring at the sword in the corner of the dance floor (which is by the way because it's hard to carry things up in the spiral corridor).

"What are you doing?"

"Wow colored demon!!

"Hine."

"... excuse me. No, um... uh, sure, you also do a blacksmith called Smythson Ten Chiefs, right? What do you think of this?

The sword given by Naris is what she's been wearing since the last Rennest row.

Looking away, that's a pretty fine sword, I can't even think of it...

"... you're lost"

"Does the Smythson Ten look the same?"

"Yeah."

I can tell when I stare at the surface of the sword. The way you work out is sweet. I mean, I haven't hit much.

Well-forged metal is beautiful and strong. This is especially important for blades that are thin and require strength.

But the sad reality is that when it comes to mass orders for the military, these kinds of underhanded jobs go through. The accountant I order is not a weapon I use, so I don't look too closely at it when I deliver it, and the blacksmith keeps up with the overwork, and what a deal.

Threaded parents were tough about that kind of work. I thought you preached the phrase "deeds when no one is watching seem to be God's judgment" in the Bible as if it were a cliché.

"At the armory of Rennest's castle, I checked it out..."

"Something tells me I'm not feeling so good as I look at it every day."

"You're right..."

Swordsmen are basically taking care of their swords every day.

Or even if there's no title to care, swordsmen who get new swords look at swords every day. That seems to be what makes me feel like it.

Well, it's actually a common story that you'll see the problem after a while.

"I thought this was it."

"Bad luck or weak eyesight... well, don't let it get you down"

"Kiki, can't you work out again or something?

"I wouldn't be able to."

"Can't you please"

"No, you should ask for a real job. I interrupt my training before I do the blade forging..."

"No. Be sure to be Chief Smythson ten. Expect that arm."

"Arms..."

I wonder if you're saying it by looking at the time you made the bikini armor.

No, I can't be glad the craftsman said, "Expect that arm," but I'm getting a little nasty. I don't give a shit.

"At a Together Price!

"... or"

Yeah. You were a poor man, Kimi.

Well, when it comes to rebuilding, it's just a bummer.

Hitting means, in short, driving out impurities and reducing them. It is difficult to increase the number of steel additions. Mostly no such splendid facilities or materials.

Extreme stories, rebounding is most inexorable in the direction of decreasing oneself.

No, I've heard it from my parents and fellow practitioners. I've only actually done it to the extent you play.

But Naris' sword is a one-handed sword.

It's a bit pathetic to talk about how easy it is (even in the arms of a new American blacksmith) to rebuild a two-handed sword class to a one-handed sword or to rebuild a one-handed sword to a dagger class, and no matter how much Naris "can handle most weapons," it can be fought with a dagger. As a knight.

That makes it difficult to talk.

"I don't know what to do..."

I roared looking at Naris' sword for now.

The weapons workshop next to the soldier's quarters I've been trying to get here for now, to the extent that it can be repaired on a small scale. Poorer than Jackie the Polka.

What makes a splendid sword here...... if you reduce the melting temperature of the sword with engravings you will be able to reduce the difficulty to some extent, but it is difficult.

And, where I've been thinking a lot, a little Naia shows her face.

"Mr. Smythson. Why are you here?"

"Naia is the one"

"I'm looking for a change of armor... I just don't have the right armor for my physique, so I'm getting a little bit of partial gear fished"

Naia receives a shoulder patch from the dwarf in the workshop compartment, and wears it off her cape.

"It's a little big."

"Huh? It's for women."

"Sorry it's tiny..."

I'll give it back, Naia. You look in trouble, Dwarf.

... Well, even 16-year-old Tess is a little bigger than Naia.

Angelos is just as good, but until I made him recently, he was wearing armor engraved clothes.

I'll make it, I'd say, but I can't say it here yet. I can't do such a big job until I get back to Rennest at best or to Polka.

So.

"I'm trying to do something about Naris' sword."

"What can I do?

"... this, it's gone, right? Look, look closely."

……

Naia is tilting her neck.

Is not the sword surprisingly profound?

…………

And, under Naia's cape, the flashing sword emitted a thin light whenever she said something.

"Naia."

Hey, point your finger at you. Naia might be able to communicate her intentions somehow because she's an authentic heir.

If you think... Naia shrugs her spell small and unfolds her phantom.

"What is it, flashing sword"

"... can I talk now"

"I talked to him because it's okay. So?"

It's an audio phantom. I can't hear voices around me. Maybe we're not even hearing our, and the flashing sword around.

"... you can tell by my look that the quality is terribly poor. It's embarrassing to be called the same sword."

"So much? I don't know much about the difference."

"You'd better raise your sight of the sword a little bit. To understand my preciousness, my difficulty."

"Ugh..."

"So, Andy Smythson. I don't know what you're gonna do, but what are you gonna do?"

"... if I rebuild it like this, I'm only going to be able to shape it into something like a dagger."

"I guess so. That's what happens when you tighten up."

"But it's pathetic to say good luck with a dagger, no matter how much Naris. As a knight."

"Oh. A knight doesn't have to be a fine weapon to dress up"

"Do you understand?"

"Come on. Give me the edge of your sword."

Shake hands.... I couldn't, so I'll shake the sword pattern and shake it gently.

Well, let's just say.

"So, I was wondering what to do. It's hard to process on a very large scale here."

"... then it's a spear. A dagger and a long pattern will make a fine spear."

"Spears..."

Sure, that's an option too.

"Naris could have used a spear... I used it when I was working with Aurora before."

"Then it won't be a problem."

"... but I want the pattern to be splendid"

That's the advantage of a wooden pattern. It's light, easy to transport, and not tiresome. Most importantly, it is easy to replace immediately.

but not for defense at all. The reliability of attacks other than poking is also significantly reduced.

"It seems like an iron stick would do it. Why don't you give it up and hang around?"

"Right..."

Whatever the blade strike, it's probably possible to process something that doesn't have an iron stick and looks like it.

It'll be a lot of backgammon, but it'll be better than this loser... I think.

"Thank you, Flash Sword."

"Uhm."

Thank you for the flashing sword advice and go to the mayor.

Explaining the circumstances, the mayor opened the farm tool bank for me.

"You can fish the arsenal, but that shouldn't make enough of our garrison... so some farm tools can be used for that kind of use. Speak up again if not"

"Guys."

A little bit of a soggy situation, but I can't help it. Besides, even farm tools have to be metal long patterns.

That's why we start exploring.

It was just a warehouse. It was dark with no windows, and the lantern made an authentic search with one hand.

About an hour or so Gasha Gasha, finds some candidates and leaves the farmhouse.

and avant-garde groups like Angelos, Almeida, Aurora and Tetes were somehow gathered there.

"I heard the circumstances from the brave Naia and Naris. They make spears. I'll take care of your advice."

Almeida stretching her chest. … is stopped by Angelos.

"Andy shouldn't be able to make an elaborate weapon like you have yet. Don't be too unscrupulous."

Aurora in a way that adds up to it.

"I'll do the engraving, so I'll take care of the advice."

... I'm starting to feel like it's not an acceleration.

but Tetes counters it.... Thought I would.

"Empty Al is cute..."

I was so relieved. No, he can't.

"If you're free, carry this one at a time."

I let them have the farm tools I had. Honestly, it was heavy, and it was dangerous because there was something with a blade on it.

"This is how you are?

Confused Angelos.

"I may not use it, but I'll look it up in the workshop and use it, which seems the best"

Exactly. All four are avant-garde fighting knights. Easier to hold farm tools because you have more skill than I do.

... Something makes me a little sad, but I headed straight to the workshop with Zorro.

The farm tool bank was dark, so I'm not sure if the farm tools are good or bad.

Well, it doesn't have to be a good product as a farm tool. Anyway, I didn't have the energy to look into it in detail on the ground, so I'll do a closer look at it again in the bright workshop.

Then.

"... this sickle would be nice to build."

I noticed that one of the farm tools was very well made.

It was a common sickle for the pruning of cereals, but the forge was solid and the surface was very beautiful.

It seemed so much higher than a cluttered Naris sword.

"Oh, yeah, you're eye-catching. Maybe he's a trot guy."

My Dwarf father in the workshop told me gladly.

"Trot's?

"Huh. Look, it's carved there in Northwestern."

"... Lingate... is this from Lingate Workshop?"

Lingate workshop. It is one of the major workshops in Schlanz, the ancient capital of southern Trot.

That makes sense...

"I don't know, this. Use it."

"Yeah, aren't you? There's a warehouse in town, it's not personal anyway. If the mayor says yes, so be it."

"... hmm"

Well, I'm sure it's a gamble, and I don't think it's easy to blame you because it's inky.

"But the time when the trot's hardware came in easy was good. I could have bought it cheaper than just weapons. Valerie's weaponry should not go off the hook."

"... well"

No, since the Celesta War, the bulk of the trot business has been via Celesta.

Trade with other countries directly from the trot has been greatly restricted and few trot items turn on the regular route to Renfangas now.

"'Cause, no, Mr. House, you're Celesta's soldier. Wali, I didn't mean to say anything bad about Celesta."

"No, I'm a trot anyway."

"... uh... that's complicated."

"Complex. Complex."

After the Celesta War, the Trot soldiers are nominally Celesta soldiers. He laughed at the dwarf for taking account of his background (his boobs) and a little trouble.

Anyway.

"But when it comes to Lingate, there's no need to leave a pattern behind."

Angelos says the best.

Yeah. There's more to it than sword-making this Naris over here.

"Naris, I wonder if I can use a sickle or something..."

"Long hooks aren't that minor as a cavalry weapon. Paladin also had a loyal user."

Even if Almeida says so, Tess shrugs her shoulders.

"If there's anything to ride, right? With thrust, a sickle-shaped weapon is perfect for a variety of attacks."

"... the animal on board is more pitiful, even if the weapon-wielding person can stand the ride with this renfan gas."

That's right.

Sickles, no. A few more open inner curved weapons are actually quite good for the public.

but that can't be an infantry weapon.

"Hooking on the inside" is usually too defenseless for infantry. If I'm stepped inside the reach as it is, I can't do anything.

It was a unique weapon for a cavalry with a relative speed that allowed it to avoid some fighting attacks from the front and yet leave its opponent behind.

So perfectly ineligible for Naris, who is a Renfangas military man and doesn't have a otherwise excellent riding animal.

"And yet, so there's only a spear... hmm"

"Drop this blade, just the pattern... you don't have any body"

Angelos is troubled with me. Spear fool Almeida, I grew up with a daughter and have never had trouble with weapons, and Angelos is closer to me in sensibility around here than Aurora and Tetes, who have a shallow background as warriors, so it helps.

It helps, though.

"... like processing this blade into a sword"

"That's what we have here in the workshop. Big swords are hard to balance."

"Even if it's some bullshit, wouldn't Naris be able to use it? She was an ant with an axe and a hammer."

"If it's enough to give you bullshit, you'd still be better off selling this off and asking for a decent one from Wang Du's workshop"

"Don't sell it, it's the mayor's favor, isn't it?

"Yeah... that's right"

You can't sell it because of how much treasure it is. If you sell it on Lenfan Gas, which lacks quality hardware, and take it to that gold trot, it looks like you can afford about the sword there, but no. It sounds fraudulent.

Where I was troubled by the feeling, Almeida took a snack and chalk and drew a diagram on the stone slab for the price display.

"That's... is this the way you say it? That."

Hey, I suck at painting, but I can figure it out. Level.

"Let it deform like this..."

Fold the blade of the sickle inward as it is in the arm of the kamakiri and stick it to the pattern.

"If you put a blade on this outside too, you could use it as a war axe, right?

Angelos sighs. Pick words as you scratch your forehead.

"... a dance gun. I'm sure that's a natural trick in the film, but it's something you can easily do elsewhere..."

"Wait, wait, Angelos"

Right now, Pekan.

Peek-and-ki in my head.

"Aurora, come here for a second"

"Ha, yes!?

"Read it because I draw engravings. Maybe it works wrong."

That said, I write a confident engraving diagram all at once on the wall with chalk taken from Almeida.

I'm probably pretty sure this feeling of pittance haunts me.

"Here's the thing, screw it... in this state, with these engravings, when you slide it into this state"

"Oh... no, I'm certainly not wrong in theory..."

"Right? This is good-looking, right?

Very satisfied because Aurora looks surprised.

"Hey, what is it, Aurora Ten, Smythson Ten? What did you draw?

Tess rushes to ask Aurora. You can ask me. I'd rather explain.

Aurora exhales and calms down, then gives an overview.

"Originally, trot and celesta weapons are boneless. Simple, practical, functional beauty is what makes it good. Values are common to both countries."

"Yeah, yeah."

"As a result, the film's gimmick weapon has been neglected as an act of diminishing strength and practicality… there are already a few or dozen steps left behind in a movable armed"

Well, that's the difference between military law, too, but preface it.

"Without that complex deformation technique, the theoretical main point is to variable the sickle into an axe with a simple mechanism of screw, yet without losing strength and concentrating its attack power….... Right?

"Yeah. 90 points"

Aurora's description is simple, but there are still other fine mechanisms.

Increase swing speed with engravings simplifying the configuration of the special Tai Ya, or optimize the direction of impact strength in sickle and axe conditions, respectively.

It's going to be quite a masterpiece weapon if it's done well.

"All right, let's get to it! Hey, Lyla, come on, I don't burn him, so it's the best way to help."

"Wait, Andy, I said I'd help too."

"Angelos doesn't seem to get used to doing things."

"Well, then I will."

"If I work hard too..."

"You guys don't seem like you're better suited for blacksmiths."

Leaving three other people besides Tess, Tess just walked out to get Lyla, and in time, she showed up. Lyla to her partner. I go into sickle processing and engraving.

Three of them who saw it as a dick all the way along. One of these days, they gave up and slept.

I was working with Lyla more and more.

"Ho, but well done. You can carve so many fine magical texts."

"I'm good at detail. My dad seemed to be good at doing a lot of messing up and putting it together well in filling."

But maybe I'm the type to do it with filling because I make things from a single flash. My father may have been doing something delicate looking like a big mess, too.

You can hardly see the details of a blacksmith's job without being a peer.

"But... is it time not to eat? I can hang out with you for days, but I can't help it."

"Nothing, I haven't even started for hours..."

"Not in the morning."

I looked up hah and there was certainly something wrong with the direction of the day I plugged it in through the window.

Uh. I did start a little early in the evening...

"... Oh, that?

Suddenly something flared up.

No, wait, at least after I carve some more engravings.

"... chi, wait a minute... is that it?

My eyes are sipping too. My shoulders suddenly feel heavy.

"... if I hadn't told you, I might have really fallen"

Lyla sighs.

"I thought that would happen"

Mr. Deane, who was here at some point, smiles bitterly as he blankets the Angelos.

"Andy. Get some rest. It's nice to have a masterpiece, but you can't do it as a craftsman if you're going down to make things, right?

"Oh yeah... is that right?

I tried to be strong, but when I stood up, my body fluttered. It was Apple who gently supported me.

"No, don't worry about everyone. Andy is your husband..."

"Yes, no, well, maybe so."

Leaving it leaning on Apple is not a good idea either. I tried to stand firm on my feet, and I knew I couldn't.

"... the passionate Mr. Smythson when he's making things is also fascinating..."

Sharon supports me from the other side.

"You can't do that. I need to sleep when I go to bed.... Makes You Sick"

Luna peppered me and chopped me in the head.

... Well, surely I would say the same thing as Luna if someone else had a girl like this.

"... Ugh, sorry... then..."

I'm finally convinced that I can't help myself.

And then I tried to say hello, and my mouth didn't move.

I wake up in the afternoon.

As soon as she continues her work, and runs to the workshop, Lyla sits on the workbench, drinking at her leisure and waiting.

"Ho, is that good enough?"

"I got drowsy."

When I tried to get back to work quickly, I was slapped in the head from behind.

"It's not just lack of sleep, Andy, if you say so."

"Mm-hmm. Apple's got it for you. Eat as often as you like."

It was Mr. Hilda and Irina. Maia pulls out the sandwich from the basket Irina holds and tries to feed me, uh...

"Ah, uh."

"... delicious?

"Delicious..."

I could eat it myself, I tried to, but I decided to leave it to Maia to smile happily and that smile was so cute.

I know my hunger when I start eating.

I leave it to Maia to eat more and more.

"Oh, I don't really have to go in one after the other. 'Cause if you get too full, you lose focus."

"Hmm. I don't think it's a good idea to concentrate too much."

Irina takes the liberty of eating the rest of her sandwich and says what seems best.

"It's over half done now. If you engrave the mark, you'll fine-tune the rest, and then you'll stand on the outer blade..."

"Yes, sir. Now leave it to Dr. Hilda before it becomes dangerous. Because I'm going to doctor stop. With the magic of sleeping and the magic of feeling better."

"... spare me the magic of inadvertently feeling better"

I never hate blacksmiths or eclectics, but I don't really want to confuse them. I don't think I can ejaculate while I'm working on a blacksmith.

"Oh? Well, either way."

"Ho, shall we finally get started? All right, what do we do next?"

"Next time..."

Lyla and I will resume work again.

And it was finally done that night.

"Done..."

Weapon for Naris, named Crash Harken.

It's basically a long patterned weight weapon shaped close to Crescent Axe, but when you need something, you can expand the blade and even use it as a sickle.

The engravings are engraved in such a way that in both conditions the weighting exerts its strength in the direction most anticipated, and should be about twice as strong as a weapon made equally in a normal forge.

"Ho, haven't you become quite a sprinkled weapon"

"The rest of my heart..."

"My skill as a blacksmith is irrelevant again..."

No, I think he was a proper blacksmith in the part where he put on a blade or split and put on a screw for movement, but he doesn't need that intense blacksmith skill. It wouldn't be much different from shoe-hitting.

Breath shooters and brace calibers followed by here again. Maybe I don't have enough imagination as a blacksmith.

By the way, the sword deposited from Naris is rolling in the corner of the workshop. It has not even become an ingredient.

...... I can't argue with you when you say hey what about this.

but Naris looked very satisfied when he tried swinging Crashhaken around.

"Wow - what the hell is going on with this? It deforms awesomely -! I don't know what that means. Fun!

No, I know what that means. Please. Probably doesn't seem like a ride-on fight or anything.

"I don't know how to put that sword in this shape."

"... very hard to say though"

Explain the brilliant flow of not being able to play as a sword, so let's make it a spear. Find a pattern for a spear. It was of higher quality than a sword. Forgot the sword.

"Wow, he's an asshole."

"Damn it! I thought I'd say it!

I'd say the same thing if I saw something like that, except me!

"... what, Naris, I wondered who you were snuggling with in the middle of the night... and it was with the ten Smythsons."

When I looked around as a freak, it was Tess.

It was on the roof that I called Naris and gave him Crashhaken. Because I wanted to surprise you where no one is, but it certainly doesn't even look like an encounter.

Didn't you try to tell me something disturbing, Mr. Tess?

"Oh, you know, Tetes, this is!

I, Naris. He doesn't seem to realize that everyone knows he's letting me build a weapon.

Tess looked a little bored and then grinned badly.

"But now, Naris belongs to ten heads of Smythson."

Pakan, and Naris surprised to open his mouth.

I'm surprised, too. When.

"Oh, my God."

"No, 'cause you don't? All bikini armor and new weapons are" Smythson Ten. "

... Oh, you mean "whole body" and "with my product" is stiffening.

I was really surprised.

"Oh, and Naris."

"Hey, what?

"It doesn't really matter though. Celesta says imitating a blade for free would be considered a proposal, right? Once you receive it, it's done."

Norris opened his mouth wide again and was stunned.

"Goodnight."

Dropping off Tess as she leaves, Naris solidifies for a while.

Then Gigigi, and I looked over here.

"Oh, you know... I mean, if I get stuck, right?

"Relax, Naris."

"Am I stepping on a mine? Um, maybe I'll turn you into a side room, too, you think?

"No, nothing..."

That rule is only in the south of the desert.

I tried to teach him... but Naris made a giddy move, and then he distanced himself from me strangely quickly.

"Shh, sorry. I'll pay you when that comes out right, so stay tight -!!

I ran indoors with a dash.

... I didn't ask for the amount, so I wish I had paid the price appropriately.

At the same time, I resent myself for just imagining how Naris feels.

(cont 'd)