Half-elves Fall in Love

At that stage when we returned to Polka, the New Year's Festival was just around the corner.

Me and everyone I follow hassles a number of festivals in a short period of time, but Originally Polka's New Year's Eve left this plain festival with nothing else.

What's so plain is everything.

Originally there is only a healing spirit spring in a place called Polka. As a single industry, hunting, gathering, and cultivation also take place during the summer months, but naturally the production activities in the area are forced to be closed for long and arduous winters.

In winter, merchants also hate heavy snow and reduce the frequency of traffic. There's no way you can squander ingredients and other supplies at a flashy festival on polka in the middle of endurance from the autumn entrance.

However, depending on whether people's hearts can stand it, planning will inevitably be organized in the direction of "qualitatively and spiritually boosting the festivities".

That's why the voice of the Kingdom Church Temple, the city's only hub of intellectual activity, shared a whispering eulogy with such hobbies as theatre and choir of scripture lectures by children, and a set outdoor dance party.

"I see. Cold weather and poverty made it a healthy festival. I'm pretty flashy around Wangdu."

Linda sighs as she watches the townspeople busily crossing the road to the temple through the window of the Baron's residence in preparation for the New Year's Festival.

"All this can't be... just like the King's Capital. Because the border is also the border."

The baron nodded.

"I would, but hey. If logistics is a little more thriving...... no, is it hard to squander either way. Even if there's a lot of stuff at heart coming around, there's no way to make a lot of money, Polka is. Is your wallet too tight?"

"Exactly. Healing Spirit Springs are worth the supreme, but they don't even have athe to take a lot of money. It won't only be effective for half a day, nor will exports remain. If you value it poorly, it will bounce back on the townspeople themselves."

"It's just a polka that has no advantages other than being able to live relaxed and healthy, and if you even need a lot of money for it... sure, it's a nonsense story. Jesus Christ, there's no way I can handle this Sylphide boss."

"This is still improving the situation. Since this winter, the elves, including Lord Irina and Lord Christie, have cooperated greatly in terms of safety and food, so there have been few pleading for relief from the townspeople. If this stabilizes, let's celebrate the New Year a little more in the future."

"In the end, other efforts are being made...? Well, there's nothing I can do."

"Seeking flashfulness in polka for a total of hundreds of townspeople is in itself, a misplaced thing. If people smile brightly, that's all makes your days more enjoyable than any festival"

"... maybe. Oh, no, no. When business stains itself, I think that the movement of gold makes anything better. Despicable and vile."

"No, that concern to improve the status quo would be greatly appreciated. There's plenty of room in this city, too. But that's all we're talking about when the New Year's Festival is in good shape."

"... right. I'm sorry I said something weird, Baron."

It's energetic.

I admire Peter as he learns how to change his amulet to Selene.

After all, Mr. Linda must be someone who loves to work. That's not comical, either, but working with a view to changing something.

Such was her rejuvenation by the Spiritual Springs, even while she was away from the polka for a while, and, although she was not born and raised to the point of "fifty of the polka is an approximate thirty," even though she said about forty years ago, she looked so generous.

"It's bad, Andy. There won't be a lot of practice time."

"No, it's okay. It's a song I did when I was a kid. Practice for an hour and your hands will remember."

I'm supposed to represent organ play at the New Year's Festival.

... Aunt Lindsey originally planned to do it in relation to the carry around, but she said she didn't practice the song enough because she hung on to take care of some other festivals or something and she wasn't sure.

"My grandson didn't give me the role of merchant in The Gentle Roba and the Mirror Merchant."

"Oh, that one. I miss it. Keel used to rob me."

"Yes, yes. The props and costumes I used at that time were worn out, and it was hard to fix them... I followed up, and the practice over here was gone."

"You didn't help me with your daughter or anything?

"I wonder if Liz was definitely two different things from Andy. I've been a huge bump since I was a kid, don't you remember?

"... uh, speaking of which... maybe even if we get married, it's still that way?

"I can cook the whole way now, but the sewing is really refreshing... if Peter's guy was alive, he'd have been pushed to fix the props. Lumeiro, my parents usually seem busy, so it's pathetic."

"Ha. Well, half my dad's gonna work."

I'm good at playing instruments. Well, only if it's easy, but at least it's before breakfast enough to accompany the chorus with an organ.

"Oh, Lord Smythson, were you here? Practice the basic pronunciation of elves."

"Ah, Irina. Watch your back, there's a table."

"Mm?... ugh!?

Ohn, and Irina getting her head kicked in the foot of the table being transported.

"Whoa, this is the little princess of the elves. I'm sorry. It's dangerous to be there."

"Ugg...... don't say it fast!

With tears, Irina is angry at her uncles who were carrying the table.

But the temple is exactly what should be called a battlefield. There is no rush for Irina to get angry.

"And practice elf later. I had to practice a little organ."

"It would be better if you let someone in your female slave do something like that. He said he was a priest at the Holy Beast Festival."

"I only know about Selene that my girls are going to be able to play instruments. I don't want Selene to mess with me right now."

"Mmmm.... why not leave it to the daughters of gold and silver as an example"

"He said I'd do it fastest. When I was a kid, I could play it."

Don't row, play the organ, just check with your fingers. Yeah, I keep remembering.

I can't read the score or anything, by the way, so I'm totally gonna look at the priest. He was the one I remember looking.

"Mm, mmm. Then I have no choice but to go to my room tonight, then again..."

Irina was talking (how painful it seemed) somewhat paying attention to her surroundings, but poking that blind spot completely, a 10-year-old or so sneaks up.

"Torah."

Skirt turning with stunning hands, not long robes or anything.

"WOW!?

Bhasa, and Irina, who was forced to show off her lower body, turns bright red, but the child runs away laughing at Kerakera.

"Oh, boy, what are you doing to this fright!

"... it's not why, Irina. Wasn't it Christie who didn't"

I worship a brilliant suzi.

"Well, sometimes I feel that way! By and large, I'm more comfortable with that..."

"I'm not a no-pan supremacist."

disrespectful. I like exactly where girls are taking off their pants and stuff.

I mean.

"Were you that insatiable?

…………

Shit, Irina with the face. It's too much now in many ways.

Night.

Well, even though we can't waste ingredients, adults have adult circumstances.

"Good luck this year, then. Hope for everyone's health and good luck next year and the success of the New Year's Festival...... cheers"

Cheers!

The tavern was a treat for the master, and the inhabitants were behaved one drink at a time.

When I was a kid, I knew there was this kind of gathering (my dad seemed happy to be in it), but I've never actually been in it before.

"But I didn't know the day would come when Andy would join this circle. I wanted to show your father."

Master says in a good mood as he turns his cup to me.

"That's true. Parents, how pleased they were."

Mr. Jackie circles and sneezes the length of the half-oga. By the way, I hear Sarah will be in the same play as Aunt Lindsey's grandson.

"You're gonna do an organ tomorrow instead of Lindsey? Are you all right? You're all right. You've been doing bows in Celesta."

The bakery husband, or Keel's father, also joins the story from the table next door.

"Crossbows and bows are different, he said. I tried it and it bounced pretty quickly, it's okay."

Is it true, the old men gathering at the other table laughing gahahahahaha as they say or something. I don't feel like I'm about to laugh. Well, I don't feel bad.

"Mostly Andy's been messing with girls longer than weapons. I love Andy so much. I like to say it. I have a pile of elves and beasts and kids, so I definitely do. Damn it, I'm here, so the urban-dyed Yankees!

"Easy, Keel. It doesn't matter."

"It matters! It's settled! I'm sure both the organ and the girl will come up with some tricks to make a good voice out of it together, or something! You'd better die a little! And introduce me, too!

"Johnny. Could it be Keel drinking quite a bit?

"Yeah. Sorry, it's funny. I'd have had one empty if I'd left it alone"

You must be drunk.

"But I also like these near-festivals. It suits my skin much better than the Busy Spirit Festival. I like polka more and more."

"You're really getting mixed up, Cairon!

Few women look, by the way. I mean, the young wives are meeting for tea in another inn or something.

I'm over here with an aunt who's coming with her husband who looks drunk, and I'm used to the air, so subtly nasty stuff like keel was flying around there too.

Well, this kind of air isn't bad either. The local old ladies' wild moves are ticklish though.

When I returned to the inn in a good mood for drunkenness, Irina waited on the swell.

"What are you so drunk about studying? Besides, I've been waiting for you all evening. What time is it?"

"Oh... sorry, I forgot a little"

"Just a little! It's a good idea to study. I don't want to be insulted by other women saying" I already know that. "

"Yes, sir. It's an elf butt study."

Turn Pepperoni Irina's robe. I can't do it all.

"Well, that's after studying!

He said he couldn't remember if he was sober.

"... not until I wake up drunk."

Irina that breaks unexpectedly light.

Try to cuddle that body and casually rub and enjoy your warm ass.

"Uh, Irina's butt softie. Best."

"... kuru, kuru"

Study is unlikely to begin.

(cont 'd)