Half-elves Fall in Love

A few days after Mr. Linda came.

We were beginning to understand how amazing a woman named Linda Neumann was.

"Why not? You don't have a book in your business?

"Yes. For the most part, I remember both Irina and I..."

"You shouldn't remember! That kind of material is for third parties, if you're serious about making money, make it now! And this horn of a horse! I'm not kidding. I've been selling you a few grams of livestock, and you have to be more branded by selling one bottle! The buying merchant is rich enough for Buck to roar, even if he looks poor, don't hesitate! Plus, it's too cheap. You can take three and a half times this."

"Oh yeah... is that it?

"I, the active trot merchant, say, when I remember. Merchants have a job to do, don't let them break your temper until it's been a month. If you're confident in quality. On the other hand... if it's retail, the slightest loss is the cost of credit. You can't just look reluctant."

"Ha, ha"

In the Baron's mansion, the cherry blossom masterpiece, or elf world, practically king Christie was scolded by Mr. Linda.

"Baron, what's that?"

"Mm-hmm. Apparently, we've found out from the town merchants that the elf people are doing a tiny bit of business. That's how it goes in the morning."

"Did you know the Baron was Chigu?

"I'm not a merchant, I guess. I can't coach you, even if you're a little too handy."

Apparently it was a well-known fact.

"Rather sell it to me in triple and a half. It's all gonna end up in the king's capital and celesta."

"Oh, but such a hassle..."

"Even with the deduction, we are sure. All the merchants I've ever bought from you guys must be elders. Not even a horse can float."

Linda, who puts her hands on her hips, doesn't have the "because it hurts" feeling of putting her hands on her anymore.

Is that so?

"... although I have also seen various ladies in this town rehabilitate. I've never seen a young lady so rejuvenated in a spiritual spring."

"Actually, you were eating a curse or something, like eating extra old"

I was getting so young to look different that me and the Baron had that kind of conversation in my face.

It should be much older at age, but it's looking as young as the Baroness.

"Life force is not the same digit. I'm just saying that I used to be an adventurer."

Irina looks tired and eats apple pie made by Selene and Apple if ever.

"Do you magically know that, too?

"Do I need to use magic? Hegemony is hegemony. It's no worse than cutting the front with Lord Bonaparte or Deane."

"... Indeed"

Well... I was once banned from King Ulysses, the great black pillar of the trot.

From their generation, it may seem natural that the generation we work for today is not healthy.

... and Linda, who turned around twitchy, approached Irina once again.

"Ah, uh, Irina, so much pie fabric scattered! We have to put some napkins on! Here, Baron, get him ready!

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry"

Totally Irina treats "Irina" as a child. It was at first that I looked dissatisfied, but these days Irina has also given up her objections.

"Whoa, isn't it time for Peter Boy to cry out? Excuse me for a second."

"Jeanne and Apple are watching about Peter..."

"Those kids, I don't know what to say, but they didn't babysit a lot with a cunt, did they? Handiwork is dangerous, really. We have to teach him right now."

Linda leaving the study with Tsukatsuka.

As a grandmother, as a merchant, and as a woman regaining her beauty in a hot spring.

Who can stake out in the Baron's mansion to her, who keeps that potential open...

"So he said you can't use paper diapers on a common child! My kids were cloth diapers too!

"That's not how expensive it is in the capital! Whatever, we'll send you next time!

"Andy, I can't do that if I make that a habit of yours financially! But my mother told me so!

"That's why paper production technology is now being bottomed up with Dawn and cheaper, if you don't have to worry, you can reach it right away!

... about the Baroness.

I mean.

"I'm also worried about Peter misrepresenting the Baron as his dad, but it's only a matter of time before he mistakes his mother for the Baroness..."

Growling, the baron nods ambiguously, too.

"Well, he enjoys being a lot more honest and easy to handle than our kids..."

"... it's a luxury to have a noble wife as my son's nanny."

"Don't worry about that. I've enjoyed ours to such an extent that I rarely get angry about my age lately."

"... excuse me, really"

Same goes for female slavery, but I'm really in a situation like a chunk of luck......

Nevertheless, I can't even just be sweet.

Somehow, I need to work hard and be independent.

… After your exploration mission, let's make a serious calculation to calm down.

"I think."

Night liquor store.

When I put the pottery jock down with Don, Johnny and Keel put it down for three seconds and then laughed raggedly.

"Seriously, you."

"I don't know how many heterogeneous girlfriends I'd take with me. Contiguous. Conch show!"

It hurts so much to slap your shoulder, Keel.

"You're suddenly trying to feed about ten people by simple calculations. For the blacksmith's egg."

"Yeah, I can't."

"Don't say you can't!

"I can't do what I can't do, you idiot!

Why are you hanging up, Keel?

...... but, well, even a regular blacksmith raises three kids and it's about a cutlet......

"Yes, for once, I think if I can do a remarkable job with this Secret Service, I can get it to be a hundred people long, so that pension is also a plus..."

"Remarkable activity. What have you been up to?"

".................. I've done some master nights in the South"

"Yeah, I heard. Mr. Angelos did."

"The Holy Beast of the North Forest. Help me. They treat me like a hero."

"Yeah, I heard. Count Bonaparte, that Captain Dark Elf, and the rest of Mr. Lyla did it?

"I hear the Baron, Mr. Angelos and Mr. Aurora worked as well."

"Oh, it's me!?

I'm feeling more and more depressed.

That's right. If the neighborhood was appreciated, the reorganization would bring me a promotion, wouldn't it?

"... what shall we do? How do I feed you?"

"It's too much now."

"Dead already, you playboy."

You don't like it a bit, Keel.

...... Horny Brothers interrupted there with a jock and a knob.

"I knew the food would taste good and the booze wouldn't go any further. Will you eat Mr. Johnny, too?"

"Oh, that's sweet of you, your boy."

"Want a keel, too?

"Wait Rants, for once I'm older too!? Why is Johnny the only salutation!?

"No, Holla, something Keel looks more like a miscellaneous fish"

"You're fighting and selling all the way to Gort!? I'm sorry. Let's not fight. I don't feel like I can beat an orga."

Everyone laughs at Keel for rounding up too many miscellaneous fish.

"Well, the truth is, it's impossible for the Ten Smythsons to feed those female slaves just because they make their own money."

"Yeah. Like Mr. Lyla or Jeanne. Super drunk. If I wear them to Mr. Sharon or Mr. Aurora, they're going to come and kill someone, even if it's good for them."

"Lyla and Maia seem fine naked."

"But it sucks to surround a woman with poverty."

The four of us agree. "You are too unscrupulous".

"... the only way to make money together...? It's cool, though."

"I'm surprised, in many ways, by the ten Smythsons who were still focused there."

"By and large, those people have amazing riches and powerful people in their homes. The same goes for the ten Angelos chiefs. Isn't it the prescribed route to get a legacy?"

Gort and Rants' opinions are well, I'd normally think about it.

"It's important to be welcomed by my parents first to drink there"

"... uh"

"... I see"

Anyone who welcomes you enough to give you a legacy... well, you're not here.

Put a collar on your daughter and insist that she be my female slave.

"But you're actually just having an affair normally, and I guess you're not enslaving them as much as you would normally imagine."

"Yes, but come on. But since Selene and Apple mentioned it, we've all somehow been superior female slaves, or rather, I'd have to be female slaves, too, or it'd be unfair and all that air."

Porn scrolls like Mr. Hilda and other wife slaves are also in a bright blue state, so I have a lot of trouble excusing them.

"Hey Andy. There's something I've always wanted to say. The world is wrong. Why don't I meet a girl when Johnny's married and you're such a know-how?"

"Ask Johnny there. You in me were just fat before last year."

"You shouldn't fat! You fat fuck!

Keel is slammed as Gort grabs his collar and stops him. I'm already thin, that's fine.

"Well, I don't think Mr. Hilda or the Hundred Chiefs will stop working alone, and the others are saving up quite a bit,"

"I mean, it's going to be a bunch of tributes just standing around like Lyla and Maia. Wouldn't you be able to handle it?"

"I want to be quite responsible as a man!

"Give it up. Reduce it to the number you can have if you want to be responsible"

"Cut it down. Cut it out. About half of you should be hot on girls too -!

The annoyance of the table of five men compared to the glamour of the topic.

But I'm comfortable with this stuff, too.

So, I get home to the inn drunk, and I manage to get into the room with my thousand feet.

No, he said he was drunk. Let's believe it.

"Oh, me too... I've been thinking a lot about the future... life and..."

No matter who you tell.

Fall into bed and excuse yourself for bumping.

"I'm thinking... but come on..."

"But what is it"

"... Kai just doesn't fit..."

"... I don't think it's going to fit from the start"

"... 'Cause you're so twisted... they're all cute... and I forgive you for being such a mess... like, say... spoil me..."

…………

"Then... if you don't make him happy, he won't fit..."

"... you have a strong sense of responsibility"

"No... I'm just..."

…………

"I'm just greedy... I can keep whatever I want, I'm qualified... I just want it..."

I can't believe it's not worth the minute.

But he wants to make everyone smile.

A wish that everyone would be like that to someone who likes me.

... Don't lean on someone.

I'm sure that's unfair. Someone stops smiling.

So I think I want to do something about it.

I wonder if I can ever. I also feel like I can handle it.

"… are you qualified…"

"Yeah......"

Speaking of which.

I wonder who you're talking to.

"... then I guess I don't deserve anything. No qualification to be anywhere, no qualification to want anything."

I hear sad words.

I reach out and somehow hug the one in front of me.

"Yes."

"... eh"

"I do.... Don't be weird. There's no way."

There was no reason or anything at all. Just a reflective response.

Whisper it to someone small in your arm.

"So..."

I give up picking up from the water of misty thoughts when I float about what I tried to say.

"That's okay..."

Closing words appropriately.

As it is, it falls into the abyss of sleep.

When I wake up.

"... sooo"

For some reason I slept with Naia tightly in my arms.

Confused for a moment.

What? Why is this happening? What did I do yesterday?

... and think all the way through, then rest assured that Naia is usually dressed and asleep.

I'll calm down and think about it.

One of the pillars of the bed is Naia's old Xuanhuang hat.

Flashing sword in the corner of the room. Shorter cape for coating.

There's not a single crossbow, every kind of luggage wrapper, or clothing that should be in my room.

"... you got into Naia's room by mistake"

I wish Naia had kicked out drunk too.

Naia grabs her clothes all the time as she tries to wake herself up. Looks like he's still sleeping.

Fluffy cat hair and a neat face. Slightly pressed, weighty tits at the crack of body size pull consciousness.

... No, no, no. What do you want?

It's Naia.

I'm not a lover or a female slave or anything. Strongly put......

"No, you promised to take a bath with me and let me rub your tits."

I'm not sure I even promised to rub my tits. Be consciously vague.

Well, anyway, there's no reason for me to be too jerky, and I'm Naia, the most powerful warrior I've ever seen.

Don't feel too evil. He's a warm kid, but it would be tough if he was in good shape and clean.

Softly, softly. Release yourself.

Even though I was drunk, I'll sincerely apologize later for diving into bed on my own.

… Naia pulls clothes all the time.

"... oh, my..."

I shrugged in a small voice.

…………

Too young, an unspeakable word.

I find traces of tears left in the clothes she was pressing her face against, and I can't move a bit.

... Do you mean Faria? I guess so.

With my mother, with my family? These days it makes me think a lot.

I have a daughter like this. I might have floated a little too far.

First, you have to do something about this girl.

I was just thinking about that, and Byrne and the door open.

"Naea, treat me well today..."

…………

"Hmmm...?

What Mr. Hilda saw coming into the room was me falling upside down from bed and Naia falling asleep herself with that clothes pulled.

"Oh, uh, Andy, you already told Naia..."

"I didn't do anything!

"... good morning...?

Mr. Hilda with an awkward laugh, me landing with my chest and nose and leaving the bottom off my ass on the bed, and Naia, who fell asleep a little while finally getting her hands off that clothing hem.

I slowly pulsed the light like a flashing sword in the corner of my sight.

(cont 'd)