Half-elves Fall in Love

Fly through the sky from Lyla's Palace and you'll see a medium-sized city in less than a few hours.

Oasis Colony Tulk. Located in the south-central part of the desert, it is home to Mr. Deane and Mr. Hilda.

"Lyla, you know. Hide in the phantom and land."

Mr. Deane tells my shoulder chibi Lyla. No, actually, over the carriage wall. But it should sound direct to Lyla.

"Ho, that's right"

"Wait. You haven't put it up before."

Talc is well visible from your table. The guy with the good eye should be watching.

"You still don't have anything to distinguish you from Feilong. Because of this, do you want to replace the phantom so it looks like a Feilong?"

"... do that. Totally, if a black dragon flies in, even a tall one, it's gonna be a fuss."

A mild phantom impact runs as Mr. Deane says. I guess that means Lyla put up a phantom.

"Is it a desert city? Fun -"

"If it's as much of a city as Talc, there's not going to be so much to see because it's a desert."

"What are you talking about, Aurora, ten chiefs. Think dated. This is the Spirit Festival stage already!? Spirit Festival in Desert City, um, actually Celesta"

"If you say so... Mr. Deane, you're not planning on moving from here for another few days, are you?

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to Krabeth, but without it,"

"It's not my duty to go home, is it? If that's what you want, there's nothing special about it."

Aurora to say so naturally.

"I think I can stay with my family for about twilight. You haven't been home in over a year."

"Alas, even Mr. Andy, if you're willing to retire and stay in Basson or Polka, the next few decades were supposed to be your dream incarcerated female slave life"

"... no, because I'm not that impotent. See your family once in a while."

It's a dream. It's a dream. Do you want to be imprisoned?

... No, Angelos or Lyla are going to live happily ever after naked in the basement. If Aurora mixes it up, she'll try her best.

"Mostly, there are only those arrogant older brothers and unhectic parents over there. If I go, I'm going to get caught up in another nasty plot."

"Still, if you have a family, you'd better meet them. Yeah. Even long-lived species don't know why they screw up."

I was in mild shape Jeanne, but I just asked Grandpa Dan that his parents were killed in an accident.

Surely you don't know why you're going to die, the world.

"That's right, it's good to have a family."

Says Naris as he narrows his eyes.

... Is Naris roasted whole family from forest to forest?

"... well, you are. I'll think about it."

Aurora accepts with a little awkwardness.

"Ichichi, I don't know... I mean, you just have to look out the back window"

Naris moves to the back seat as he rubs his eyes.

... What, it wasn't because of emotion that I was narrowing my eyes, it was just withstanding the dust and watching the landscape.

"It's my first time coming this way"

Luna also smiles heartily as she looks out the window. It feels exciting.

"Talk is a good place. Hey, Andy."

"Yes."

Nodding to Mr. Deane.

... Lyla was about to land in a palace-like mansion in the center of the city.

"Deane!? Becker, if I throw you out, you'll just be gone..."

"That was bad.... I will stay in care of you for a few days until the Spirit Festival. All right, brother?

A young dark elf with nostalgic glasses was rushing over to the carriage landing in the courtyard with several maids and men.

"Oh I don't mind that...... you are!!

Bishi, the glasses young man with his finger on me.

"It's a shame, Carlos..."

"You're not one of those people they call familiar, you bastard human! What are you going to do with Hilda? Damn it!

"... No, Mr. Hilda is being treated for a patient in Polka"

"Oh, but you're my precious sister! Well, compared to Deane, there's no way to listen to it. I mean, I'm pretty good at going through it, but I'm dishonest!

"Oh well, he's definitely a bit of a freedom......"

"Yeah, yeah.... No, I'm not! Suppose you, that one has a husband!? Becker, you said you were doing everything you could to tie a collar and play with those female slaves over there."

"... uh, the..."

"I'm doing my best..."

…………

"... ho, really? To him?

"Do you think it's true"

I can suddenly swim my eyes, Mr. Carlos.

... Though my brother, no, he understands the difficulty of doing all he can to Mr. Hilda as far as mausoleum is concerned.

Lyla shudders laughing as she went back to her human body and listened.... the maids around there were rushing to bring cloth because they were completely naked.

"Ho ho ho, if you took that bitch fox with a simo, my owner is not a real stiff one at last."

"... that, you know. If possible, I want him to remind me of you, Orleans."

"Are you home?"

"No, not yet,"

... how do I react.

"I'll talk to you later, brother. Let's assign a room first. Can we use the West Hall?

"Oh, yeah, fine..."

We follow Mr. Deane's lead with variation.

"Oh, wait a minute, Deane. It's the end of the year..."

"I know."

Mr. Deane raises his hand.

... I don't know what you're talking about.

The west pavilion… or the three-story detachment I used before had a somewhat rushed atmosphere.

"Ah, Miss Deane. Been a while."

One of the dark elf servants who was cleaning around comes running over to Mr. Deane.

"Is the room empty? I need a room for seven."

"Yeah, I'm available... a lot of your brothers are back, so there's probably something to clean"

"Oh, you don't have to be good. I'll do it myself.... Who's in this hall?

"Yes, most of your brothers went there because the main building was more convenient, but Lady Knoll was here some time ago."

"Sister Knoll? … at some point, it's troublesome"

When Mr. Deane arms up, he hears a corny laugh through the upstairs window.

"Deane, I thought you were still... but you're gorgeous"

"Sister."

Looking up, a dark elf with an active standing feeling similar to Mr. Deane's streamline and a soft and bright atmosphere that also leads to Mr. Hilda was peeking at the window frame with an elbow.

Is that one of Mr. Deane's sisters, too?

"Wait a minute. Because I'm taking my sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-law......?

"Nancy sister-in-law"

The woman called Knoll is so good. Leaving him, he pulls in through the window.

... and after about two minutes, I took them both up and came down the stairs.

"Hi. Here we go, I wonder if that's okay. You know, your brother over there, maybe we've met before."

"What, me?

Mr. Knoll points at me and laughs cuckoo.

"Why don't you come to a staged liquor store or something? Becker, I like to bowl it up a lot."

"Yes, no, I prefer a narrow tavern one way or another..."

"Oh, yeah? Me, Knoll. 80 years as a dancer. This is Deane's sister."

Pose adorably. The costume was just to say dancer, the cloth was see-through by the way, not that there was a shameful part out there, but oddly fantastic.

And.

"You are the lover of Deane, to whom Carlos was outraged. Sorry I couldn't say hello last year."

Cuts, and stepped out feet, not feet, sticks.

Woman with prosthetic legs on one leg. If you look, both arms and one of them are intentionally hidden in their sleeves, and they also have eye bands on their faces.

But the faces of those who are not hidden in the eye bands are truly pristine and beautiful.

I feel old compared to Mr. Deane. I am a dark elf, so my age is short for appearance.

"I am, Nancy.... has been accompanied by Carlos for about six hundred years. … are you curious? See?"

"Sister-in-law!

I don't mind Mr. Deane stopping, she lets me try to roll her sleeves around in a light way.

My arm was cut on the way and my skin was rounded.

"Sister-in-law, it won't be something to show off!

"It was a long time ago that I did it. Just right for the seed of the story."

Nancy drops her sleeve.

"Dearnellab's stepfather admitted it, didn't he? We need to get to know each other a little better."

"Admit...?

... that minister?

No, on second thought... you haven't seen the minister since.

I'm starting to get a little scared.

"Come in first, you kids too.... I thought Deane liked to hang out with his men, and he became a woman again."

The eyelid beauty and dancer smiled at us all.

(cont 'd)