Half-elves Fall in Love

Even the polka is getting more and more snow.

"It's time for the Winter Spirit Festival"

Inn dining room.

Returning from the morning bath, Rants says as he pays off the snow from his shoulders.

Boyd looked slightly uncut when he heard that.

"I'd like to be by Mr. Sylvia's side about the time of the Spirit Festival"

"You're practically training for that. It's still a shallow time to prepare for the festival on a date, we're still on time."

It seems that Angelos is willing to continue training Boyd even with this kind of snow. Put on your athletic clothes and slap Boyd on the shoulder. Come on, stand up, let's go.

Irina looked strange listening to it.

"Spirit Festival......?

... Oh, no.

"Is there no such thing as a trot or elf territory? In summer and winter, Celesta will be offering her thanks to the Spirit."

The trot has a kingdom church with the patron saint of the earth as the Lord God.

And the Elf Territory is a spiritual faith, just like Celesta, but because it is an isolated cultural area, the ritual system has absolutely nothing to do with Celesta. Apparently.

Those festivals that we, the Celesta, have a long life, say as a matter of course, have nothing to do with them.

"What. Does that mean we don't do Spirit Festivals in Trot!?

I raised my bare voice as Rants just realized.

"Of course not. There are New Year's festivals, but there are no Spirit Festivals in summer or winter."

And then there's the fall harvest festival, the spring festival.

What a polka festival.

"What. It doesn't make sense to go anywhere..."

"You thought there was."

"I don't have much foreign experience. I've never seen a trot this long."

"Me too..."

They said the Horny Brothers genuinely believed there was a Spirit Festival.

"Then I'd like to go home at the Spirit Festival."

"You don't even have a partner."

The Spirit Festival has various ceremonies, but due to its character, it is desirable to welcome it with your lover.

Because it is supposed to be a fuss and leave the Spirit alone until the middle of the night, and a "thank you from the Spirit" time from the middle of the night to the morning.

We are told that the Spirit will grant protection to our beloved lovers and family during that time, which means that it is Gonyo Gonyo Enjoyment Time.

"Oh no. Smythson, don't you know ten chiefs? Basson has a really fun sight to put up in the park after midnight."

"It's a little hard to enjoy looking at other people's behavior, me."

"Surprisingly luxurious."

It's ok if the other guy is portrayed in a porn scroll or something, but I don't want to see anyone else's sex.

It might be a bit of a strange value criterion to think about.

"Well... can't Andy afford to watch someone else's (human) work?

Mr. Deane said he was in trouble.

"Gaddem!"

Horny brothers slapping their desks at the same time. I'm scared.

"You're right, Smythson. The top ten is in the hot season for some reason."

"Remember!

"No, why are you suddenly such a stripper of hostility!?

Pleasant men but occasionally scared.

"Hmm. Spirit Festival..."

Even after the Horny Brothers pull into the room, Irina is thinking.

"What's up, Irina"

When Mr. Deane spoke, Irina replied, staring into the sky.

"No, come to think of it, I thought we could have a festival like that."

"Are you importing Celesta's culture? Well, if it's your power, it won't be difficult."

"No, the ceremonial festival about the Spirit is more decisive in the Spirit Temple. Unlike the clan council, it's troublesome to scorn."

"Oh...... are there some of those"

I'm a little convinced that I was thinking about it.

As a similar example, the Church of the Kingdom of Trot takes the position that it is formally in a cooperative relationship with the Trot royal family and does not mean that it is under control.

In the past, the Trott royal family used to be the supreme priest, but as the head of an organization of a completely different character, it seemed difficult to have to respect both the aristocracy, a politician, and the priesthood, a thinker, equally, which ended up being diverted.

Well, actually, I guess the king is better. Politics is troublesome.

If that's how you're going to clear the balance of power...... or something, I was thinking of being smart early on, but the story doesn't seem to be.

"... not in the name of devotion to the Spirit,"

I thought there might be a Misty Palace dragon or a festival dedicated to the Holy Beast.

"Ho."

I looked like Mr. Deane was impressed.

"Don't increase your appetite for them if you have the festival's name. It is particularly effective to give a clear name to the system of cooperation with the Holy Beast"

"Uh-huh. So I was wondering what would happen to make it happen sooner. It's going to be hard to match Celesta's Spirit Festival right now... but for now, tell Diel and the Holy Beast and think that Christie and the Gorks will be on your side... um, purple Obaba is going to say something disgusting..."

Irina twisting her head with a difficult face. Well, you're simulating theoretical armed with all sorts of things.

"Lila."

I call Lyla in a voice that's not so loud. I've already pulled into the room and decided to sleep twice, but if Lyla's ear, you should hear this.

... the sound of doors opening from upstairs in no time.

"... my turn."

"Oh. You or Maia have to take me to get to Blakecore."

"I see.... but there are festivals that seem to be dedicated to me."

He was listening to it all firmly. It's a brilliant hell of an ear.

"Irina."

"... I was hoping to think a little more carefully."

Irina smiles challengingly and stands up.

"Well, there's no other hero in the woods behind us. We'll figure it out."

"Oh, could it be about me?

I was just impressed by what I heard, and I don't think I can move things as far back as a shield.

... but Mr. Deane slaps Pong on the shoulder.

"Elves don't like being directed by dark elves. Whatever the battle is, there will probably be a fight I don't need to pinch my mouth to run the forest."

Lyla also shook her head.

"Ho, I don't either. I worship the Holy Beasts and the Blue Lizards more than I worship them. You'll be surprised if you join us."

…………

Aurora or Angelos… are not here. I mean, forest hero (tentative), just me.

"I don't think there's any reason why dark elves or black dragons should be allowed to speak, and human beings should be allowed to speak."

"Not really. Well, leave you to Irina."

Mr. Deane seems confident that Irina can do well.

Well... Regardless of Irina's strange lightness, I don't doubt my arm as a negotiator either.

Whatever it is, it doesn't start with not talking to the person first.

So Irina and I, and Lyla, went through the Silver Clan Estate and through the Red Clan Estate to the Sacred Beast Labyrinth.

"You don't live in a thousand people even with all this land... it's a waste of time in the spring"

Blurry with a view over the vast red clan territory.

Within the junction, land many times the size of a trot roars due to the distortion of space. It is a paradise where the earth is fat and there are few demons.

He said he only lived there for 10,000.

If we could even rent it in a corner of the land, it would make life a lot easier for everyone in Polka.

Not only do you live there, but also the food situation during the winter months if you can rent it just as farmland......

Irina laughs and tells me what to think.

"Sure, it's vast, but it's not infinite. And it's actually a strange space where you might break down by some mistake. I'd love to open it to other races. I don't know, but I want you to know what it's like to be the residents."

"... n"

A little reflection. Scratch your greed without a second, for sure.

"Besides, it would be the Polka residents who wanted to give this land... even if they allowed it to live in this everlasting spring land, half of the city wouldn't move here."

"... well, elf discrimination..."

Fear rather than discrimination?

Historically, Trot was hostile to the elves for many years and made many sacrifices against a few.

Even if you can interact to some extent with the friendly, the only person who can go nook and sleep safely within that nostalgia... will be the one who can call it bold.

"That too, though. … even if it's inconvenient or cramped, people love their homeland. It's been a long journey, but I'm sure they'll choose the land they're used to. When the city is so loved by its inhabitants, it feels frightened."

…………

I don't know what it feels like...

Polka is an irreplaceable city for me too. I'd rather say I know than Irina says.

but at a time when I look at the approximate land and think "if we all move here," etc., I guess I'm even sooo out of that feeling.

"I guess so. It's my superstition."

Reflection.

Today is a day of reflection.

The camp in front of the Holy Beast Labyrinth is a little different from when it came before.

A fence erected by Marutai had surrounded yet another new land and the expansion of the village had begun.

"Irina, and Smythson, Lord Lyla. Well done."

By way of example, Diel was in command of the construction. As soon as I get down, I run over with a few elves.

"Is that construction... expanding the village?

"Oh. More young people have been learning to explore the labyrinth lately. I didn't have enough beds, and I came out to the point where I needed to put him to sleep outside the village while ensuring his safety with phantoms. I was wondering if it was a boulder."

Those who study abroad with the Gorks' guide, those who move to Polka with the guidance of Irina and Christie. And those who train here to travel the wider world.

There's a lot going on here.

Elves say they're weak as a species, but what, they're still not well.

"Hmm. If it's a big day, I hope so."

Irina smiles and walks out inviting Diel with her fingers.

"Are you going to the Holy Beast?

"Uhm. Follow me, but good. Good idea for the Holy Beast and this labyrinth village."

Blakecore would have liked to have watched us on the cabin the whole time since Lyla stepped down.

"Andy!"

He looks younger than Irina about how Blakecore waved.

He runs over a flourishing meadow just above the labyrinth and jumps at me. The horn almost stabbed me and I caught it as much as I wanted, turning against the shrimp. Light and helpful.

"Long time no see... breakcore"

"Long time no see. I've been waiting."

"Yes, stay, don't push your face against your chest because it stabs you"

"Ah... sorry"

I just noticed, a little away with my face, and suddenly I break the corner of my forehead with my hands without hesitation.

Well, that's painful, so I need you to give me a break.

"This won't hurt"

"It hurts more to watch!

"Doesn't matter, no more"

... Something is accelerating sweetness than when I came here before.

I mean, maybe since you found us, this is how you got smaller to sweeten...?

If you look closely, your clothes are a little rough.

"Uh... well, bye. Holy Beast. He came to talk to me about straw..."

Irina calls out to her suddenly sticky breakcore with a slight hint.

The breakcore swells.

"Can't you do that later? I want to be happier seeing Andy again. I want you to wait about two hours."

What are you gonna do for two hours?

"You want to mix it up?

"... yeah, what are you gonna do with this wandering horse"

Hiccups, and Irina laughing weirdly. Both look like little daughters but a surreal sight of hundreds vs thousands of years old.

"Hey Irina. You're not here to screw Blakecore like that."

"Wow, I know! You know what I mean!

He didn't forget it once he tried to remind me of his purpose.

"... that, Irina. You didn't bring me here because you wanted me to mediate a strange fight, did you?

Touchy as Diel laughs bitterly.

"... I'm forgotten too"

Lyla sighed.

In the Blakecore house, we all surround the table.

I'll get on my knees with the disgruntled breakcore and make Irina announce somehow.

"Therefore, by setting up a new Holy Beast Festival, I would like to actively encourage all the Elves of the Forest to thank and interact with Breakcore"

"I don't think it's bad. Supplies and people are going to flow better."

Diel nods.

I was listening to Breakcore like reluctantly, but when I finished listening.

"Conditional"

"What?"

"... I want the priest to stand up Andy"

I said a hell of a thing.

"Bye. Even if it's an elf festival. At least with my first guest..."

I don't mind Irina hitting me, hitting my mouth.

"Do it."

He's been negotiating directly with me. Turn over on your knees and face upside down.

... you haven't regressed to the spirit as well as appearance, Holy Beast.

While I think.

"Do it"

"Su, Lord Smythson!?

I admitted it because it's cute.

Hey, no, 'cause it sounds funny, doesn't it?

(cont 'd)