Half-elves Fall in Love

In Renfangas to the east, the sun sets in the Blue Snake Mountains.

In other words, in the trot to the west across the mountains, the sunrise will rise from the blue snake.

The white, snow-covered Blue Snake Mountains are so beautiful that they get morning light and sigh, and the contrast between their light and shadow is well reflected in the blue sky.

Should be.

"But the sun is yellow..."

On the way to Spirit Springs just in case, the first sunrise, which seemed a little starchy vision, was not very divine.

"Is it hard for Andy to stand around with ten opponents on a boulder?"

Mr. Deane laughs bitterly.

"Oh, I don't think you should have cut and dumped more than three dozen people just ten days ago."

Aurora also provokes things like that.

But, you know, if you take one shot inside out, thirty of the OKs and ten people who are looking for (and generally more physically powerful) in a corrugated attack while putting down waiting times are equivalent, or you know, given the number of times on an hourly basis.

"What have you been doing in the south?"

Almeida frowns. Until just now, I was submissive and cute.

"In our colony or something, a lot"

"Ho. Well, it's been a pretty rough week or a journey there. I ate one of Deane's sisters."

Mr. Hilda rounds his eyes on Luna and Lyla's statement.

"What, really? Who?"

"It's Sister Knoll."

"Shit, what are you doing with that kid? Were you having proper contraception?

"... as far as I can see, there was no sign of that."

"Well it's a dark elf, and I don't think it's rare once or twice...... I'd be shocked if Knoll got pregnant sooner than me or Deane"

"That's... sure"

Irina looks sinister.

"... What is Lord Smythson, I still know if he's in the North Forest, but even Celesta still surrounds local slaves?

"No, I can't surround myself with slaves..."

I disputed, but my surrounding gaze was strangely white.

"So, what does it mean to put it right? Say it, Andy."

"We've heard about the Holy Beast, and we've heard stories about men in the North Forest who won't be pale. But with dark elves, orgasms and beastman trekking celestas keen on the culture of the floor, why...?

"I, I don't know much about Andy at Celesta..."

Exposed to Angelos and Maia's slightly cold (troubled about Sharon) gaze, I wonder how I explained it.

... I don't care why you say it now.

Enter the Spirit Springs and go back to your room for a rest.

... I need a short nap because I couldn't sleep after all.

I mean, you should sleep at night, right? You can't sleep at night and sleep during the day. This is usually a pattern of people who can't sleep, right?

Then, after noon, you enter the temple, one of the New Year's festival venues.

"Oh, oh, Andy, you made it!

"Come on, get in your sleeve! I really wanted to rehearse in the morning."

"I didn't feel like I was gonna end up playing Atashi."

The officials of the children's choir who were gathering were rushed to final confirmation.

Are there about twenty kids to sing? Sarah's here, too.

There are no polka numbers, so the children on the festival's spindle are basically hung up.

"I used to wonder why I was so busy with all my kids and all sorts of things..."

"You know what I mean when I grow up"

"Yeah. Even if you look free, you work as an adult."

Even polka doesn't mean there's nothing to do in winter. I work internally in the house, take care of the tools I use in the summer, and work with the surrounding houses to build houses and roads.

I work a lot in winter. At this time, we all do the man-made process of making the sake "Big Ice Plains".

When that happens, only the kids are really free.

There will be adult selfishness that simply children's art is the healing of their hearts... but this inevitably works.

"Okay, so that's how good rhythm is"

Tan, tan, tan, and slap the floor with your nail tips for final confirmation. Make sure the adult giving the command snorts.

And with the seven bells announcing two p.m., the concert began at the temple, the first act of the New Year's Festival.

It's been a really long time since I've played organ.

but I remember my hands.

The feeling of a nostalgic, polished tree keyboard brings me back to childhood when my hands were much smaller than they are now.

…………

When I was a kid, huh?

There are actually not so many memorabilia in my hometown polka that I can really go back to my childhood.

The last of them, "home," already belongs to Mr. Jackie. Even though I miss it from the outside, it's only secondary after all.

People changed, places changed, and the height of their sights changed.

It's no different that it's my home town as a concept, but the truth is that there's really little trace of me running around as a kid right now.

but one of the sureties is the keyboard of this temple.

And memories of the New Year's Festival remembered with it.

... Yes. When I was a kid, I accompanied him the same way at New Year's Day.

While Johnny and Keel were being driven out to play and chorus, I got a big part playing organ.

It's a step harder than remembering a line and acting than singing.

So I even got the privilege of practicing in the temple organ.

That was proud of me and bothered me towards my father and mother like every night. If you don't know someone who fits it well and hates it, you take it for granted.

But such a shabby inside of me seemed to pass on to my parents, who seemed happy to deal with my "annoying" like a repetition.

And on New Year's Day, we both came to see, and my father said, "Andy, come on!"... he raised his voice from the far end behind me.

Be quiet. Be embarrassed, or I'll whisper, and still step on the organ pedal with my whole body.

My hands move.

I can't wipe it or not, I push the organ key with the dark grease on it, like I love it.

I heard my father's voice in empty ears.

Andy, come on, the voice sounded in my ear that day as it was.

I'm really glad with the arrangement where the organ turns its back on the guest seat.

Why are you playing it crying, 'cause I'm sure everyone's goofy.

Aunt Lindsey slapped me gently on the back with a pompom when the chorus was over, her feet off the pedal, and she saw me weeping to keep her lips tight.

"... you did.... when you played this one before, Peter was a pussy."

…………

"It must have arrived. Wipe your tears, Andy."

... Siege is a pain in the ass.

He'll guess at you for everything.

If it's too much trouble, it won't be.

Hey, Dad.

In the evening, move the venue to the town square for a dance party.

In bonfires erected everywhere, amateur orchestras and amateur choirs play music and the rest of the residents dress and dance thoughtfully.

Spring festivals and hobbies are homey. Well, this would mean the least expensive, cost-effective entertainment.

Not that everything is the same, of course, but there are songs for the Spring Festival, songs for the New Year's Festival and each one dedicated to it.

... If you listen carefully, there are only two or three types of tempo, and when you dance, it's miso around that you're almost ready to do common steps.

"Mr. Andy, didn't you just cry while playing organ?

Selene peeks into me looking a little worried.

Did you see that? I don't know if I can even point it at my back.

"I miss you. Come on....... yeah. I miss you so much."

That's all I say and I claw my guitar.

Now strings. It is an accompaniment that could not be fulfilled at the Spring Festival.

"Will Andy not dance?"

Mr. Deane also had the accordion in his hands.

"Song, do you know it?

Unexpectedly, Mr. Deane says all the same.

"I was shown the spectrum earlier. I remember everything."

Awesome.

I mean, it's a special ability from me to understand the song just by looking at the symbols written on the paper.

"Mix me up, too."

"Angelos"

Angelos also grabbed a splendid violin unconstructively from where he brought it.

... Baron Chi, or Linda's gift? Angelos would be ant, both.

"Why don't you dance like that?"

"Wouldn't you rather dance?

Irina and Jeanne wear costumes that are willing to dance.

"Make me stand out in Koch today."

I tried to pay for the strings.

Look at that. The girls can see some movement as well.

"Then sometimes I too...... hey, anybody, no extra whistles?

Almeida seems kind of confident in the whistle.

"Deane, show me the spectrum, too. I'll memorize it in five minutes."

"Wasn't my sister only able to do about a harp? I wouldn't have it with me."

"Heh heh. Actually, I bought it from Christie's merchant squad."

"When..."

Looks like Mr. Hilda will be joining us.

"Oh, Master Tutor. guitar?"

"Fennel"

Fennel, my four daughters, was also mixed with the orchestra. I have an ocarina.

"Play fennel, too."

"Silver is good, music is good, isn't it?

There are really going to be a lot of instruments mixed up.

Will it be in good harmony with the harp or something?

… and so on, I discover even more worried people.

"That, Naia and Naris?

"Oh, it's true"

As I stretched my neck with Angelos, across the hedge, Naris was loaning me a castanet from one of the town's aunts. Sounds like we'll have fun beating it together under the applause guidelines.

So, Naia...

"Here you go. If you shake it with a proper knoll, you can be sure."

"And it's appropriate... in the first place, I specialize in listening to music..."

"Fine, fine."

Naia was baffled when Sevory gave her something like a stick.

"Whatever."

Ask Fennel.

"It's Maracas."

"Is that Maracas?"

I never saw it because it's an instrument that I've only heard the name of but basically isn't in the trot.

Are you sure it's a bean or sand in there and it's a shabby one?

"Well, why don't I do something too?"

Selene entertains the instrument storage area with pleasure.

"I'm sorry I can't do this, okay?

"It's okay, it's a lot less onerous than dancing."

I end up choosing it to be like a harp and smile.

I thought I was going to be able to do it, but I can do the instruments and everything.

And.

"Yes, sir."

The concerto begins with a hanging voice that feels like a country amateur orchestra.

It was Keel's father who called. Put on the butterfly tie. It's conductor friendly, but it's basically just cool. Don't even look at the conductor stick.

It was a bullshit harmony of a bunch of bullshit instruments, but for some reason this sounds good, and the middle-aged impromptu choir overlaps this again.

It doesn't have to be that beautiful, but sometimes amateur orchestras are funny because this kind of good harmony can be done on its own.

And in the meantime.

"Dance, Mr. Fox."

"Ya, I'll go first!

Mixed with the townspeople who started dancing thoughtfully, Cairon was pulling on the young girls.

"Ma'am, hang out a lot"

"Yes……………"

And Special Agent Becker Hundred leads Dundee as he takes the hands of the town's daughters one after the other.

Ah yu's cool. If I could, I'd like to try a sultry dance.

"So why are you sitting around like that?"

Laurier and Maia sat pompous in front of the orchestra.

"The tutor's going to dance, I'm waiting."

"Yeah. And Dear Andy, I'm playing an instrument because it's cool..."

Two chicks to say with sparkling eyes.

And the gaze of all the Polka townspeople poking at me.

... I couldn't resist putting my guitar down and didn't need three songs until I ran off to the dance.

Of course, there were a lot of kids waiting around unnaturally.

(cont 'd)