Half-elves Fall in Love

The Holy Beast Festival continues to be held afterwards, changing hands and changing objects.

Play long-distance races using streets and corner horses (for some reason Almeida won the overall championship with a hell of a handheld bow) or brag about her arms.

... He told me to try it because I could use a crossbow, and if I shot him in the crossbow that Cairon had brought in just in case, I'd jump to the top of the hit rate instead of the elves, and I'd be collecting out of place respect again without darkness.

Crossbows are a lot easier to aim at than regular bows because... and I didn't seed them. I might say hectic. I just want you to praise me for "not watering the uplift," if you can.

By the way, Cairon shot himself, but in a less imminent situation it's surprisingly snarky.

Removed it as vividly as I or Angelos expected, inviting me to laugh.

And.

"Phew. The event Diel planned went hand in hand with the cancellation, but still today, it doesn't translate into a gathering of woodland arm pride on this occasion. If so."

"Whoa... you want me to compare you to my arm in a while, Gorks? I'm sorry, but this is the closest place in the woods to a real fight, right? If you expect me to be dull, you're wrong."

Gorks and Diel give each other a challenging grin.

Apparently, swordsmanship battles here,

"Jump in, okay?

Tess is the one who raises his hand there.

Our faces like Sharon and Aurora, who have caught up even more, also sheath and advance.

"Won't Mr. Deane do it?"

Although I will finally finish compartmentalizing the transport from the family estate and shake it to Mr. Deane, who participated in the festival.

"Dark Elf's will air worse if I win or lose"

"... I see"

Or if Mr. Deane goes in, he's going to win unless it's even Breakcore or Lyla.

...... if Mr. Deane does win the Elf Territory event...... yeah. There will be many elves who are not convinced to go.

"Don't you answer Angelos?"

"I'd like to leave, but for more or less the same reason as Mr. Deane"

"You won't hesitate because you're halfway there now. Instead, wouldn't the whites be happy from a familialist standpoint?

"Reverse, reverse. In my case, Aurora and Sharon don't have a lot of time with them right now. If you win, the white folks will feel good, but if you lose, the half will squeeze out on its own and you will have tarnished the prestige of your family."

"... it's so hard."

"I'll be out after next year when I'm confident."

I think the old Angelos would have popped up proud of Ace Knight, but they started to respond cleverly.

I mean, Aurora's arm is stretched enough to even say Angelos is "bad minutes"......

Well, Aurora's been jumping in too many training grounds lately.

Naris and Almeida also entered.

"Well, it's a disgrace to travel. Unlike the Ten Angelos, in my case, I don't have a maternal family to care about."

"I'm not willing to lose. And I hear the sound of red Diel, the orange Gorks. It's not something that's rare."

Match rules are made of wooden swords.

I thought it might be detrimental to the two gimmick wepon users, but on second thought, the wand on Almeida's spear claw spear deformation gimmick has little to do with it, and Naris has no problem with anything as long as he originally had a weapon.

More than twenty other entries also emerge from the Elves of Labyrinth Village, and the sudden tournament begins abundantly in the light of the bonfire.

After deciding to combine with a whale, each of us beautifully rose wins in due course.

but Gorks vs. Almeida, one of the few combinations I've bumped into since the first time, was a battle that probably looked good.

"Hey, seriously, Mr. Gorks,"

Special Agent Becker Hundred (this man resigns in a harsh word) roars with admiration.

"It looks like Almeida's pushing it on me."

"Sure, it's the dance spear that's stepping in."

The sound of wooden swords and wooden spears meets with Kakan, Kakan, and his body.

Around there I notice Almeida's hurried expression. Gorks, on the contrary, can afford an expression.

"Ku......"

"Exactly, deep green Almeida. But... your attack is a decisive factor."

"What...!

"If we can even react to speed, we'll figure it out."

"Let me tell you something!

Once distanced, Almeida pulls the spear short. No, I'm hoarding it.

It's the first time I've seen it.

"Oh, come out, one shot."

Special Agent Becker's hundred men raise their pleasant voices as they roast the skewers.

Shortly afterwards, Almeida pops up so she can play and sticks out the spear all at once.

It's a blow all over you, maximizing the depth of the spear's nostrils and Almeida's own speed of movement.

It's not hard to imagine how a direct hit would crumble the Gorks' defense, no matter how strong it is.

but.

"Again, that's how it came!!

Almeida was being put on a provocation.

Gorks was after a big blow.

Gorks lets the spear orbit pivot in a supple motion, beating the spear halfway through without intermittent hair, and sticking his cuttoe to Almeida so that it flows.

"... you are wiped out by enemies you can beat, but weakness of mind when you come into contact... no, you're the type of person whose smallness peels out"

"Lost, I..."

"Let's take surrender"

Gorks raises his sword refreshingly.

... dude.

"Almeida loses...?

"The technology itself was antagonistic. Physical abilities would clearly put a dance spear on top."

Not surprisingly, Special Agent Becker's Hundred Explains, shaking the skewers.

"If the skills are the same and there are obvious differences in physical abilities..."

"Oh, if you go calm down, it was a dance spear win"

"... after all, in a hurry?

"I mean, if you're as skilled as you are, it's better to show the gap first."

"... Really?

"Really? The obvious big poka of a dance spear that was made jizzy and cut. I couldn't even afford to attack because of it. Even the opponent has to attack to win, so he should have aimed for a fine and careful gap. Mr. Gorks was mentally tighter than the attack didn't work."

"... Isn't that a theory of results"

"No, it was scenario assembled from the beginning, alle. You're not old enough."

... pathetic, but you mean Almeida still has room for training.

As the card progresses, our daughters gradually start eating each other.

Sharon vs Aurora. It's a combination that ended up being an Aurora victory once, but even though it's just a wooden sword match, you can't even go and attack it with a slashing wave, Sharon's victory with stamina and local power.

Tetes vs Naris. The aftermath of Blakecore's healing abilities, or the oddly good attack of Nori's Naris, smacks Tess's wooden sword, and Naris wins.

Sharon vs Gorks. Sharon, who had just broken through the shaking of the Gorks at Pierce Loch, screwed the Gorks down with power.

And Naris beat one miscellaneous fish elf (which was rude but not very strong because it's about the arm pride of a labyrinth village) and won.

"I'm a terrible healer, so I'd like you to fight me if you can, without injury."

"You just have to heal into the tunnel one by one. Oh, don't pour in so much vitality at once, the healing response of the flesh and the influx of vitality are a little different in time!

"That's hard..."

As Breakcore and Irina work for the wounded, they finally make it to the final.

It was Sharon standing there...... not.

"Naris......!?

Naris and Diel.

... Sharon apparently lost to the gap that opened his eyes with some clap to Diel.

And Naris had wooden spears in his hands, relative to Diel.

"Two spears? Wouldn't it be better if it was just one?"

"Don't worry. I can use it now."

To Diel's advice, Naris answers confidently.

"You usually say you're weak, weak. What's that confidence?"

I get a little nervous looking at it. but teeth comes close and supplements me.

"Because it doesn't matter if you win or lose or get paid anything. Doesn't it feel like you lost?"

"... and he's a cash guy"

Well, I entered it myself, and because of this, it's not right to leave it to the finals and freak out.

The opposing Diel also bears a wooden sword on his shoulder, nature.

I'm not going to go win for the gap while protecting it like the Gorks, nor am I going to go gunning like Almeida.

That style, which doesn't fit or match the opponent on a whim, is free-flowing, but definitely strong because it brought Sharon down.

The fire lid of that final is cut and dropped with a breakcore signal.

"Begin!

"And hey!!

"Oops."

Diel flirts with Nallis's stepping in a row.

What seems to be avoiding appropriately and there is no sign of cuss is a move that reminds Sir Bonaparte.

Paying off with a wooden sword without difficulty, Diel finally lays his sword in the front.

"High level, and elf territory."

"If you ask me, Lord Diel says he's 300 years old. For hundreds of years, that's all the battle I've been working out for is strong."

Ms. Deane calmly argues while letting Special Agent Becker pour liquor on the Hundred.

"the overwhelming difference in predictive power it creates."

As Mr. Deane talks, Naris is resolutely struck by Diel.

Diel flashed his sword. Beat one of Naris' spears and break it.

but Naris dares to step in between Diel's swords as he launches with the spears of those who haven't broken the broken spears. It's a suicide act that goes out of its way to get within the range of the opponent and also drops his weapon takeover.

but Naris defends from the front with a spear pattern that broke Diel's natural punch in half and became sword-length.

Teco his body and shove Diel's foot with a spear. One hair Diel gently jumps and deflects, but Naris lets go to throw the spear out safely as it is, hands on both of the broken patterns, and pushes force.

"Whoa!?

"... Nori and the flashing of the nalis are also considerable."

Diel, who jumped and fell ill, took a few steps back.

In its brain, the tip of a broken and launched spear fell with a gong.

"Ouch!?

"Huh.... Now Mr. Diel, you're dead, aren't you?

"What..."

"If the tip of a spear falling downwards hits you straight in the balls, you'll usually die."

"Oh, hey, are you going to declare victory with that!?

"No way, nothing."

Nalis shrugging his shoulders. Panicking Diel.

The elves watching around also laugh and cheer a lot at the exact outcome of the final.

"Ooh Diel, Temei loses, you lose!

"Why don't you wait, Voice? Let's settle the game with dignity..."

"I think the wobble makes sense in that little girl's valve?

"You're off guard, Diel. That's what happens because you're not worried."

The clan chiefs fly wild in their privileged seats.

Christie arrived with Mr. Deane, sighing as she saw it.

"The princess of glory, and the empty princess. What do you guys think?

"If you're not convinced, I think we should re-compartmentalize it."

"But it's also true that if Dear Diel is in action, he's in trouble."

"Already..."

The debate begins to boil over the definite everywhere.

I'm freaking out about that, but, well, I'd better clean it up before it gets into a fight.

"Breakcore. Judgment"

"… enabled"

"Yes, the judgment of the Holy Beast is out! It's Naris' victory!... in elf"

"Oh, boy."

Ask Irina to translate it and stick it out loud and you'll cheer after a moment of quiet.

... the contents of which are "Well done, southern elves!" But more than that.

"That was hilarious!

"It's been a long time since you made me laugh so much!

It was a praise directed at Naris' performers.

"Hehe. What do you say, Smythson Ten?"

"... but I admit he was a great artist."

"Review more -"

"Great."

Nalis, who is good at it.

And.

"... my spear is inferior to such a funny art..."

"I... am no more than Naris..."

"Complicated... so complicated..."

The Renfangas group had a dry laugh for the three of us.

(cont 'd)