Half-elves Fall in Love

The history of the Selesta merchant country is relatively shallow.

It shouldn't be 200 years since the founding of the country.

Nevertheless, that's the other person's problem to compare. Talk about a trot counting 600 years of statehood, or a short compared to the Arcus kingdom where even the elves don't know how true the figure of 7000 is, many countries were born after the Fire Dragon War, and there are many more born countries.

I would also say that most political organizations have a life expectancy of 300 years, young or not, but leave it there.

Anyway, it was called the "Russell Desert Coalition" around Tark back then. It was part of a community of urban states.

The coalition, which had not been able to secure enough force zones to cover the desert, naturally had major logistical problems.

The sea is a private venue for marine states, including the La Pearl Islands. Trade is subject to significant risks or costs.

Land is also adjacent to a large wall called the forest territory of the elves. Now is part of the Celesta, but at the time it still didn't belong anywhere, and being discriminating against dark elves is characteristic of the elves. Negotiations did not go ahead and there was no way to let mischievously walk the armed merchants near the woods.

When that happens, it is the "caravan" that rises to an important position as the route of commerce. Large merchants across the desert will have a very large role to play in exchanging supplies with friendly opponents.

But Celesta at the time, no, the coalition, didn't get aerial beings like Feilong or Birdman.

They also tend to be neglected about creating maps, and caravans were often lost and lost in the desert.

I am glad to say that it is not only the knowledge of geography that is responsible for desert traffic, but also the family of humans who have accumulated knowledge that is not left in the book, such as star reading and survival techniques, and that return is a difficult undertaking if we do not rely on them.

"Dark elves and orgasms were the mainstream coalition, but no one was more familiar with the desert than they of the human race. That's why the human race is so stubborn in defending their rights and interests in those places. Never dwelt on knowledge to other races. With a number of routes and replenishments, I changed walks everywhere every year in the name of avoiding bandits, just in case. Well, if I didn't, I'd have said I couldn't keep my place among the magic and power races."

That's what you talk about with a calm face, Mr. Nancy.

"I mean, that wound was in the fight against the bandits...?

"Don't rush that. Listen to the old man's old stories as he slowly dips in the water. I'm in no hurry for my taste in leisure time."

"Well, maybe it is."

I'm in a relationship where Nancy helps me sit, and I'm at a distance where my shoulders touch each other.

Though the scar is slightly painful, it must be a beautiful woman, Nancy, and Mr. Knoll, who is sitting right around the corner, whether she is committed to being within the reach of that Nancy.

In the absence of hot air and vision, it is uncomfortable to have the two most naked people lined up in the best view.

"You don't look comfortable. … well, the scars are exciting"

I'll tell you like I see through, Mr. Nancy. Look me in the eye.

"I have a little more tits than scars"

I gave you an instant answer. A glimpse of my lower body, Mr. Nancy.

"Oh.... that sounds true. I see, you mean I'm still handsome too"

"Sister-in-law!

"My sister-in-law wouldn't be that different if she were 200 or 600 years old from a human. It's not that old."

"No, no, it's a pretty good brother-in-law to honestly see a nipple even with a body like this"

What do you want? As my brother-in-law.

Nevertheless, it's something I've experienced as well as my hands and legs. I am also relatively used to scarred bodies in Naia.

That's not at all true when it comes to being concerned and not being able to concentrate on the erotic part.

... you've got a wider defensive range, me.

"You just have to watch as much as you like for what you see. But this is still Carlos' wife. Give me a break at Deane for the actual opponent.... I wonder how far we've talked"

"Until the Caravan Conductor Was Secretive..."

"Right, yeah. Well, that's where it comes from."

A desolate desert that holds underground the Great Labyrinth, where numerous monsters strike once they step into it, and where sandworms and bandits also travel.

Even though the conductor's arm is certain, a strong escort is essential.

Ace Knight, he said, is a title born out of such a caravan escort.

He called the important caravan escort warrior a knight in view of the feudal state's defensive elite.

but they also sometimes don't have the motivation to stay that way for over a month of caravan travel. The only guard I hire in case something happens is a dead weight.

So in the caravan, we decided to make sure to choose and honor the most accomplished defensive mission after transportation and to put it on top of the reward.

The title of the brilliant is "Ace" and "Night".

It is here that even now, in Celesta, the title is never stripped from those who have ceased military service, etc.

It was originally a title for mercenaries. No matter how rotten or dirty it may be, its name must never disappear.

And Nancy said she was an awesome escort who received many Ace Knight awards at the time.

"Even though he was still hiding behind his father-in-law (of which he was famous at the time) as a big merchant, Carlos was also one of the merchants in charge of the caravan. It wasn't that there was no pussy in it that its body was honored many times as Ace Knight. Well, I stopped beating you to the point of causing that. There was a lot of blood back then."

... Deane seems to have a tendency for men to be solid and women to perform well.

"When I was just a kid, it was my sister-in-law who gave me protection."

Mr Deane says proudly.

"No, no, no. Nowadays there's no one for you to look around in the Talc, if they send me out to hook me up with that 'god of war'... my old bragging will be a shock too"

"I've heard the name of the god of war is also named after my sister-in-law"

"It was just a lot of nicknames. There were Talk's Demon Lady (Little Aug), Black Dragon Fang (Fang), Sandstorm (Dessert Storm), and many more."

... I don't know, I just understood that I shouldn't be on track with this person.

And.

Such barbarity and anxiety, but everyone lived full of vitality, nearly 400 years ago.

One caravan, torn apart by a sandstorm.

Later, out of 200 caravan squads that were to return to pieces, 71 survivors to Talk.

Among them, there was no Mr. Nancy.

"Wait a minute, please"

"What?"

"Survival... I couldn't, could I?

"You couldn't."

Nancy says all the same.

"It's not easy to get out alive if you isolate yourself in the desert. The landscape changes when the sandstorm passes. It's even hard to locate directions. Even if you crush it for a day and set the direction in the sun, the extreme warmth difference and dryness, and the mirage takes away the calm thinking ability"

…………

No, well, I know the reason, but then who is Mr. Nancy here?

... smiling at me watching Nancy's nipples pretending to think about it, Nancy whispered.

"Here's my first brag.... some of the anti-desert spells that are now commonplace in dark elf society I made then"

"... magic"

I see.

If you think of it as a normal person, you're done when you're in that state.

but if you're Nancy from Dark Elf, the story is different. Some environmental harshness should be quite magical.

"Specifically, the magic of burning sand, the spherical phantom of blocking light from all directions, then the magic of discerning a mirage, the automatic curse of saving it back in a vessel without sprinkling the moisture of sweat. You're still treasured around here."

"... so you followed me home"

"No, that's why I couldn't go home.... In the sandstorm, Sandworm ate my legs"

Nancy pointing to her own foot.

"Thanks only to me I was able to travel like crawling.... You did say you cut off one leg last year. Do you have the courage to walk to the horizon in that state?

"... I can't"

Absolutely not.

With crutches, you'll be able to travel slowly, but it's nothing but recklessness to move on in the scorching desert.

"Well that's why I almost became a boner there if I was bad....... but I was so keen on the other side that I was alive and dirty. I ate a slapped sandworm in exchange for one leg the other and managed to reach an oasis that was stuck in the desert.... so I spent some time waiting for help. About two years."

"Two years!?

... That doesn't count as a survivor.

"One eye was wasted in a sandstorm during those two years. Thanks to being a warrior class, I'm so neglectful of medicine. Stone hit and wounded, blindness before my hands could be applied.... and one arm ate when I couldn't really secure food"

"... eat..."

"Ha ha,... I had no choice. If I lose any more legs, I can't walk with my prosthetic legs on. I can still handle one arm better than I can walk.... Oh, at that time I was making handmade prosthetic legs out of trees that were growing by the oasis. It was a lot worse than I am now."

And.

"He said my survival was desperate... but at one point, people appeared in that oasis.... No, it was really a glitch. I don't even know how he showed up a few kilometers around, just sand as far as I can see. Anyway, she lent me her shoulder and drove me to the caravan aisle. Carlos is in the caravan along the way.... Carlos and I have been dating since I was born... but that was the only time I saw him cry"

"The person who just showed up, what was it?

The city of Dark Elves has dark areas.

I've never met him before, but before in Rennesto, he said he was the wingman of the assassins from around here and Deane, and I was hoping that maybe it was Carlos' himitsu organization that was specially trained for that kind of investigation.

"It was just like when I showed up, it just disappeared.... I still wonder what it was. Maybe it's the Spirit. If so, I wonder if I was worth living by the Spirit."

... Celesta festives the Spirit.

But the Spirit is still uncertain, unable to ascertain his reality, and is merely an uncertain being whispered of his existence.

So if it's true, it's where we should laugh it off.

but.

"... what, you don't laugh? My brother-in-law laughs at the old man's smelly superstition."

"... even if you don't say spirits, you can have someone to help you. And, Nancy, you still believe in spirits."

"Hmm... you know what I mean"

"Yeah. Something like that."

Both the Holy Beast and the Demon God exist. Then I think even the Spirit can be somewhere.

Though my guess is that maybe it was someone from the desert dragon palace, or Lyla's people, that they were close and accommodating around.

If there were hundreds of them, they would have found one Nancy waiting for help in a desert oasis.

I'm surprised you left the dragon to help, so I think you used that advanced phantom and human body to save Mr. Nancy.

... It's really just speculation though.

"Thanks to you, I'm still doing so well.... but unfortunately, the impotence of those days turned into a body that couldn't have children."

Vikri, assume.

That was something my ladies all feared. Of course, me too.

"You can listen to me as my aunt's remark.... I don't know when or what will happen. I'm called Ace Knight, etc., and it's not yet time for me to pull in, it's not time for me to raise a child...... so much while I'm talking about it....... I don't want Deane to think that. I really regret it now. To Carlos, who cried so much for me, that I couldn't leave him a child."

"... Yes"

It was a heavy word.

"Needless to say, I'll make more and more of Andy's kids after this Secret Service."

Mr Deane tries and says so brightly.

Mr. Knoll also came in with a bright voice.

"What about Sister Hilda? Make it? Loot it. Love it?

"... well, if you can... well, it's bad for your husband, but maybe you can't help it."

I would have definitely said "Happy with your husband" if it was last year, but lately I have also been a little shaken by that determination. I also feel that guy wants kids pretty seriously, and he looks like the right guy on the run, and he's pretty serious and caring.

Above all, it's erotic.

Well, put that away.

"Well, it's time to warm up to a good feeling. Long time no see, I came all the way to the hot springs. It feels good."

Zaba, and Nancy standing up. Very dodgy with a tight ass coming in front of me.

"Oh wait, are you leaving already? I hope I haven't washed my hair yet!

"You were enjoying yourself, Mr. Naris."

"Sister Lyla, flush."

"Ho, please"

"Bullshit."

"Hey!! That's awesome, flying Luna. Seriously, like a cat!!

"Bad naris there......"

"Am I a caller!? Will you even be summoned to Luna, your associate soldier!?

"Luna will summon even Deane in private..."

"You're a nasty little sister."

Looks like the other kids across the hot air are starting to ascend.

"Andy, can you flush my back too"

"Of course."

Mr. Deane shows me his back and stands up.

Mr. Nancy is no better than a shapely, tight brown ass.

"I'll flush my boobs too"

"I don't mind, but I can't flush your delicacies. That's just morally involved."

"Well, that's fine."

Fool, I thought you'd give it back or something, but this is fine.

Night.

For the first time in a long time, eating food other than liver roasts and dried foods (portable foods) and walking away in a good mood, Mr. Carlos lined up next to me softly.

I'm freaked out. I'm a little behind this guy.

I saw your wife naked, all you wanted to see at zero distance.

"Andy, you.... One thing I'm sorry to hear, can I ask you something?"

"Yes, sir"

It stretches my spine.

"Do you honestly think of Deane as a whore or something?"

"... can I be angry"

"... Fine, but I'll see you later"

Mr. Carlos is calm.

"When I look at an amazing kid like Hilda, I really feel like I'm going to create some weird bias against Dark Elves.... Hilda certainly can't help it. The nature of the person is too free, and uses a lot of love magic as a characteristic of dark elves. But Deane's a pure kid with that one. I want Deane to know who he really is."

"... I know Mr. Deane well enough to be a pure person. Eight years, that's his man."

Mr. Carlos sighs.

"I feel a little too late for liking the boy in itself, but after all, the race is too different. Don't you think that's unfortunate?

"... nothing"

"Capabilities, ecology, and life expectancy are too different. You live another 50 years and you'll be in the middle of nowhere, but Deane and the others..."

"I know. But I like it.... I don't know what will happen after I die. But you won't be happy if you just twitch the past or fear the future. I can't help it because I like it. I want to receive and give the maximum 'now'. That's everything to me."

…………

Mr. Carlos looks bitter.

The moon that starts to chip is still bright, dropping a soft, cold light between me and Mr. Carlos.

... there, the cutlet, and the characteristic sound.

"You worry about people, Carlos."

"... Nancy"

Mr. Nancy approached slowly.

"I would have been told the same thing many times"

"Eh."

Huh?

... by Mr. Carlos?

"I can't have children, I don't have hands, I don't have legs, I don't have ugly women... I don't deserve the commander-in-chief of Onyx. I've been told many times to stay away and take a young, five-body satisfied, soothing dark elf to my late wife."

"Don't be ridiculous, Nancy. Are people like you ugly on my side? [M] Are you my friend?"

Mr. Carlos presses his glasses.

I don't always rely on it for a bit, it seems honest, but the impression that I'm worried about you disappears.

It is the family of Deane, the god of war, who is there to burn his anger quietly.

That's what they called it. It gave me a glimpse of something unbearable and intense.

"Your enemy is my enemy."

"... Carlos. Then I get it.... Oh, it has nothing to do with reason or consequence with that thought of yours. Well, you know, Deane and Andy, right?

"What do you mean?"

"What we need is not such a clever logic. Just like me and you are, just thoughts. Other than that, it's innocent."

"... I'll say that until you"

Mr. Carlos sighs.

The scary thing I showed for a moment was totally lurking the ringing.

"... let me worry about my sister. Those kids are really dangerous."

"I'm not old enough to take my hand in my hand and help with everything anymore. Family training is good, but I'm an adult now."

"... ha. Well, let's just say that's all right for now."

Mr. Nancy winks with only one eye. Do you say...

Mr. Carlos turned his back on me.

"Protect your allies, give to your friends, entertain your guests, and kill your enemies"

…………

"It's a home lesson for our house.... Remember that. I keep it."

"Yes."

...... oh.

After all, this guy must be a good brother.

I guess that's why you're keeping an eye on me.

"So even if you don't have any meat or fish for your breakfast tomorrow, that's not particularly hostile. It's just harassment."

"... what to do"

"No more dressing."

"... Carlos. You're too childish."

"Because Nancy!! He is, isn't he?

... I knew you might still be weird.

(cont 'd)