Half-elves Fall in Love

Fly out of the snowfield in the morning and arrive at Basson's Crossbow team building in the evening.

"It's a dragon -!!

"Isaac, call the Hundred!!

"So why don't you call me when I'm here, Temee et al!

Isaac and Williams appear after some confusion.

"I know those guys once, but they saw the same dragon twice and three times and said it was a mayhem. Don't get all gutless again."

"Well, I'm used to dragons. I don't think our troops are too weird...... anyway, welcome back Deane Hundred"

"Looks like you're doing great, Isaac, Williams"

"I'm afraid so."

Hand over three Rants, Gort, and Boyd to the two who salute Celesta at the same time.

"When the Spirit Festival is over, we'll be back at the polka once... but it's okay that you guys will be here for a while, right?

"Yes, I..."

In contrast to Boyd, who nods without hesitation, Rants and Gort contemplate.

"I'd love to be a little dazed in my room...... what do you do, Gort"

"But Polka's female body has a charm not found in porn scrolls..."

Isaac and Williams pound each of the two seriously troubled shoulders.

That's what I'm talking about.

"I have a good story to tell, Gort, Rants"

'Yes?'

"Regular march training to Polka has been officially authorised to Legion Command"

Isaac laughs niggardly in the face of the cow itself.

"At the end of the Spirit Festival, Essahoisa longitudinally across the trot, tightening is from Mount Lycra and a march across the Snowy Mountains from east to west"

Williams nods.

"So"

"You too, Rants, Gort."

"Hey, hey, wait!? We are the Secret Service. Now, no matter how many hundred men, we follow Isaac the hundred..."

Mr. Deane nods with a good face at the rushing rants and goats.

"I'm free during the winter anyway, get mixed up, both of you"

"Er!?

"I mean, what about Boyd!?

"Ha ha, strange thing to say. Horny brothers of a hundred wars smell. Don't have a fiancée with you guys."

Horny brothers kneel down disappointed in Isaac's lavish and brutal words.

"Gaddem! Object to an unequal society!

"We just want to see horny women."

... kinda pathetic though.

Hang in there.

A resentment glance pierces me as I gently try to leave the scene about Lyla and Mr. Deane, who have already begun to prepare for their next take-off.

"Yes, let's get ten Smythsons involved, too, Isaac Hundred!

"That's right, because I'm adding more female slaves again!? Looks like it's time to break 15 collars!? Isn't it time to feel a little comfortable!?

Don't call me that.

…………

Isaac to be silent.

"You know, Gort. You know, Isaac's guy recently discovered that Micagami and her sister were pregnant at the same time. You can't tell Smythson that."

"A wave of motebabbles to this point!?

Maybe that's a little different.

"Andy, what are you doing! Next up is Luna's colony!

"Oh, yes, I'm going now!

Not if it's Lyla's wing until you cross the offi-crade into the desert.

But it was not in time for the sun to set, and by the time it became a world of sand, it was night.

Nevertheless, the moon is bright, so the desert under my eyes glows white and I can see it without having to struggle without being a dark-eyed race.

"Oh, it's the desert. It's sand everywhere."

Naris opened the window and raised his delightful voice.

"There's no desert or anything south of the continent?

"There's a big sandy beach or something that makes me want to say desert for a moment. When I said desert, I knew it was the Russell Desert."

"The sandy beach..."

I've hardly ever been to the sea, so I'd rather go that way than the desert where I'm used to going on the edges.

"Even though sand isn't unusual or tasty..."

Luna frowns a little at Naris' shabby.

"You're an ant. Alongside the long-standing Armonica, Reiki Quirka, it's a spectacular view of our country."

Special Agent Becker hundred smiled.

... but.

"I think Quirka was terribly lively, but in a beautifully viewed..."

I agree with Aurora's whining.

To be honest, I think the nerves that can be described as beautiful over there are special. Even if it's the king's capital of Trot.

"Mountain over there"

"Ho. Is that it? Yes, yes, yes, yes."

So, Lyla finally discovers the Cat Beast Man colony after being lost for a while, and approaches it.

"I never went from this side of the desert to Donna."

"The sense of direction is perfect, so I didn't think the dragon would get lost..."

"Have you forgotten that dragons are creatures, my lord owner? But even the desert has a lot of similarities."

That's right.

And when Lyla lands on Rock Mountain and opens the carriage door, she freaks out at the different signs around her.

... There is something.

"What's the matter, Smythson? Ten chiefs. Come on down."

Naris clinging from behind.

"That's a weird sign.... aren't you surrounded?

"Sure..."

Secret Service Hundred Leaders and Aurora, who become serious faces and hold the pattern of weapons without alarm.

"Also apprentice Naris.... Something's seriously odd."

"That doesn't mean you can detect signs or anything from inside the carriage. What do you want from me?

Don't reopen it, Knight Heppocco.

"You should have brought a hammer."

Jeanne looks a little harsh as she rubs her hand. I just want to avoid the fact that Jeanne fights in the first place.

"Let's get out of me"

Mr. Deane takes a seat.

"Well, let's worry about it."

My little lila on the shoulder sighs like, oh man.

... I realize that Lila should be able to defeat you now in that tone of utter urgency.

"You're aware of any signs around you."

"Suppose I'm not a dragon. Isn't that outside, too?

"... then tell me"

"It's impeccable... not the cats"

Mr. Deane steps out and runs his gaze around without alarm.

Then Special Agent Becker, the Hundred, Aurora, and Luna and I, and finally Jeanne and Naris.

... and when Luna and I came down with our hands together, the surrounding signs moved simultaneously, striking us at a speed that surprised Mr. Deane, the speed warrior under the sky, and the Secret Service chief.

Is that so?

"Nyah."

"It's you!!

"Here we go again -!!

In an instant, three or four cat beasts jumped at me.

There are a few other shadows that make you look far-flung.

"Also, already, Run, Lynn, Niki! Andy's in trouble!

"Uh."

"Only Luna is sloppy."

"Oh, Luna, did you buy those clothes in town? Cool."

"This is military uniform. More than that, guys, don't do anything weird. I thought it was a demonic raid. Andy and I were nervous."

... Secret Service chiefs, Aurora, and Naris also put their weapons down.

"Here! It's too late at night, it's not shaggy!

And it's Luna's grandmother, Grandma Donna, who approaches the young Cat Beast girls with a stick and a pepper cage.

"Lyla, you always come out of nowhere."

"We don't have the means to get ahead of ourselves. Forgive me."

"Fair enough. Look, guys, get back in the house. Welcome again tomorrow, it's time for bed!

My daughters, who were jumping on me, also tapped and chased me away, and Grandma Donna stares at Luna and me.

"Don't you have an example dark elf, use that nasty magic"

"... hi, you mean Mr. Hilda?

"That. I don't think she's here... this time, Bo."

"What's to keep!?

Grandma Donna shrugging her shoulders.

Pom pom, and Luna slapping me to encourage my back.

"Talk to me!?

"... well, this time there seems to be another guy... who's a bit numb"

"Hey, Grandma, did you tell me you were nagging me? Did I tell you that I'm a freshly forty year old workaholic?"

"Don't bark. How many people have you had in one night?

"... what are you talking about"

Grandma Donna shrugging her shoulders.

Mr. Deane pinches his mouth quietly.

"Because of this, Lord Donna. I don't want Becker in the numbers. I'm going to go back to my daughter-in-law and it's a spiritual festival, and you're going to feel sorry for me for letting you die."

"Oh well. As for you, I'm just wondering if your brother's going to dry up."

"Andy would be fine. A couple of dragons. I've been through it up to thirty times."

"Um, could you please skip me and stop negotiating weird"

Luna slaps Pompom on my back and gives me a soothing heaven.

A bright, swollen moon in the sky.

The moon was bright tonight, so the desert glowed white, and it didn't have to be a dark-eyed race to look over.

(cont 'd)