Half-elves Fall in Love

In the morning, the vital elves on the boulders and the festivals throughout the night are diminishing in energy and the overall movement is slowing.

The music that continued to be played in the corners of the meadow had also turned into a loose tune. Does that mean it's bad for sleeping buddies in the wrong song?

The meadows on the labyrinth wrapped in the morning no longer have to go under the trees. Some elves are sleeping in cluttered fish, and in a way it cannot be said that the corpses are cumulative, but for some reason I have the impression that they are quiet and clear.

The sight of some tranquility, even though it is in the same condition as a cheap tavern at the dawn of the liquor platter, is still unique to the appearance of an elf in harmony with the forest.

"Looks like you all enjoyed yourselves completely, Andy"

"It's supposed to be a festival to entertain you."

"At the same time it is a festival I entertain. It's a festival to make fun memories of each other in order to form friendships that will remain the same no matter when time changes. Never let the elves enjoy themselves out of justice."

If you ask me, yes.

It was originally a festival to the effect that there would be more elves visiting the labyrinth.

Nominally the Holy Beast is the side to be festived, but it is rather the elves who should rejoice and enjoy.

I suppose it is safe to say that the aim has been achieved.

"Are you almost ready for breakfast?... I guess it's time to give something away from me."

"Don't you have a hobby for giving out, like, something to accumulate?

"There's nothing stored, but meat can give you as much as you want over time"

"No, let's not do that. Everybody pull."

"Mmmm..."

Break core with no hesitation about anything and self injuries.

But in person, anyway, it would be a sight that could be traumatic if you tried it on the elves.

More importantly, I honestly find it frightening to have a beautiful woman grill her own meat from the edge of the shredded meat.

Eventually it changed from morning burn to blue sky.

In the morning, the elves, who began to wake up continuously, begin to prepare breakfast in triplicate.

Apple walks between such clan pots with Maia and Irina for you (or two for you, I guess, in front of the building), teaching you recipes for local dishes from clans everywhere.

"Recipe for this? If it's nothing white Irina's favor, I can't help it... hey"

"Hmm. Why don't you do it because it's half bad? When Straw Maia crosses east of Blue Snake, she relies on her cooking skills."

"Yeah. If Apple doesn't make me something tasty, I'm in trouble"

"If that's the case..."

Apple can only help us on our journey so far with a little magic and as a life-support personnel, mainly cooking and laundry. But on the contrary, we are beginning to gain a definite position as dedicated personnel for it.

It's close to chores, but it's not something you never need. Even the army has gained a solid position as a supply team.

Selene was just unusually good at doing them and doing fine up to the scouts close to the actual battle.

Now that I think about it, Deane, worried about her excessive dependence on selenium from an early stage, has nothing but boulder wisdom eyes (cancer).

"Good morning, Mr. Andy"

"Fluffy... Ah. I'm sorry, you couldn't have yawned."

Aurora and Sharon have also woken up.

These two are indoor accommodations because you can't keep them rolling around on boulders.

Well, when I say that, my people will generally be a category that needs special treatment, but among other things, they deserve special treatment. Whatever you say, your blood muscles are strong.

"Why don't you try a little harder, Aurora, and learn to cook and stuff right now? Look, Apple, we're trying."

Or so I say. I gently horse's milk liquor next to the breakcore (a offering of the cherry blossom clan. yogurt rather than liquor) and freshly baked bread from the Labyrinth Village.

... I thought Aurora would appropriately cut back on my half teasing words, but behind Sharon smiling bitterly, she gets a serious look, puts down her sword and walks out toward the Apples.

"That's a joke. Cooking is better taught from the ground up in Polka..."

In a hurry, I follow, but Aurora smiles nicely.

"I'm not putting it behind me when I think about it. Anyway, remember, there's nothing to lose. It's one of the skills I don't have enough if you ask me. I'll give you a ride on Mr. Apple's butt horse."

"Oh, come on."

... No, Aurora was also trying to broaden her horizons by separating her exploration of the sword.

I was always out for swordsmanship matches, etc., so I thought it was a little bit more ahead of me, but was I waiting for the trigger?

"Heh heh heh heh Andy"

"Good morning. It's not bad that a bed of grass is of such fine quality."

"The beasts don't like it, they can adapt to an outdoor sleep without a bonfire. I couldn't calm down because I didn't have a night's eye."

Luna, Cairon and Special Agent Becker are also getting up.

I mean, Luna, you were on at some point.

Where were you sleeping after that. The nasty Mr. Deane & Lyla, the satisfied Angelos and Almeida, and slightly sleepy, Naris and Tetes also woke up, with a light breakfast.

Then the curtain of the tightening of the Holy Beast Festival begins.

Apparently, the proposed opening ceremony was breakcore, while Irina decided to write the script for the closing ceremony.

When I said script, I didn't want any more plays that were dodgy and I didn't know for myself, so I had them decide to end up with words lined up normally.

Well, I don't think there's ever going to be anything that starts in a play and tightens in a play.

... and the closing phrase that Irina hastily wrote.

While I'm relieved to be taught the whole meaning first.

I read that sentence (while Irina helped me) with my thanks to the elves for hanging out with me and my hopes and prayers for the future again.

─ ─ The forest, and the heavens and the earth that hold it, and the bond that protects it, and the world that protects it.

In the will of Mori Luo Wang, he is chosen by the spirits of the land to celebrate the longevity of Breakcore and to close the feast here for the first time.

A thousand years is extra for man, and eternity is extra for the family of the forest.

Therefore in the statute of walking in solitude through eternity, let us not all honor and forget our friends, who walk with the forest.

The Spirit gave us endless raw to the Holy Beast, freedom to explore the heavens and the earth. Each other's paths are different, and the joy of touching and supporting each other will not be denied.

Never forget that I lived yesterday with you between infinity and finiteness.

Never forget today, when we took hands together before the Holy Beast, between the centuries of fate and the millennium of fate.

Don't forget, don't forget.

The law of our lives is different, and the patrol is equal and honorable.

Even after trillions of years, I can't share the same joy with you, my love, the same day.

Here in the wider world, thank you Mori Wan for meeting me and you.

Thank you Morinawa for meeting me and you here in a long time.

And let us also share the joy of being in this world together, beyond the circle of time.

Let's wait for each other to enjoy the beginning of the next feast.

Protect me and him, Mori Luo Wan.

Bless our walking friends, and bless the future together.

The cracked applause of the risen elves pours on me and Blakecore.

I'm calmer than I was at the opening, and I accept that.

... Irina's thought of closing words should of course be interpreted in the contrast between breakcore and elf, and me.

A slight change of focus would have seemed to me and Irina...... no, it seemed like a word that could also be put into the relationship between Apple and Mr. Deane, Lyla and all the other people with different lifespans.

It's easy to just abandon the fact that life expectancy is different as sad.

But that can't be a denial of liking each other.

It can't be a reason to decide that life time is different from each other, that we like each other as tragedies.

We can share happiness together. Stack today. I don't know how long it will last, but I hold onto the fact that the person I can love is right in front of me, without ever denying it.

I don't know the future.

But even if the world ends tomorrow, then I'm sure you won't regret it.

That's the form of affection between me and them.

Until then when it comes to temporal, but I don't think that attitude is a mistake for those hot-minded girls who advance to the future with their lives.

... I'm sure Irina wrote with that in mind, too.

Trinity, the withdrawal begins.

Some are walking back to the red family estate, others are taking dragon transport flights to Ate, and we don't seem to be able to withdraw completely so easily.

"Luna, that and Cairon. Come with me. Enter the Labyrinth"

"... why?

"Uh, could it be the array of Naris and Smythson"

"That's right. Collect Naris' weapon. We can't locate it, so it could be a little long."

I hear Mr. Deane leads the Lunas, who can see darkness, into exploration. Naris is kneeling next to Mr. Deane with his eyes on the goddess.

"What can I do for you, Captain?"

"Becker stays in the labyrinth village. If anything else goes wrong, you take care of it."

"Heh."

"Lyla and the others are transport flights. The others must return to the polka at their discretion. You can wait for Naris at the polka."

"No, I'll wait here, because it's my weapon!

I wish I could take Angelos, Sharon, Almeida, etc. too, but if I can't force them into it without a complete map in my head and I can't even darken my eyes, will I just be in more trouble?

And even though I can go back to the pre-construction polka.

"I didn't feel like I was going to come this far and sow it on you."

I was pushing my breakcore down into a bed that I had a fling with the Angelos yesterday.

"Yeah. That's Andy"

"I feel like they have some strange trust"

"Say what. A man who said he was going to kill me until he got pregnant."

Blakecore is held by me irresistibly, hugging me back and giving me back the rain of kisses.

I take this off aggressively again when I try to take my clothes off. Totally "I've been waiting" attitude.

"What do we do? Though you can change to a toddler shape like a white clan head."

"There seems to be a misunderstanding, but it's not like I like little kids too much..."

"I know. You can go both ways, but it depends on how you feel then, right?

"... yeah"

I feel that it has been studied steadily even though we meet less often.

"Well, why don't we just let them hold us like this today?"

"Yeah. Big tits. I love you, too."

"I love you with no such prospects"

I don't feel complimented, but I guess I'm complimenting you on breakcore because I'm nicotine on top of this.

Strip and throw away clothes. There's nothing under one jacket that wraps around your chest or hips.

Lyla also loves the "I'm wearing underwear and clothes" style.

"You could have shown the elves where you're sowing me at this festival."

"Not good, not good"

"Really? I'm not a person anyway, and I don't think there's much of a problem with that."

"What do you want to do with my position?"

"... well, do you have that kind of problem"

I still think the breakcore is somewhat uneven just saying that was a blind spot.

Nevertheless, shapely tits, neat faces, and horse-like, somewhat larger butts are all too appealing to argue that they are not people.

Breakcore laughs couscous as he lays asleep as he sucks his nipples with those twinks and pointy tits not hesitating to eagle.

"You really like boobs. Sounds like a baby."

"It's not an appetite. I love purely horny tits. Well, I don't want to beat my son, even if he likes tits purely."

"Right. You already have a son. [M]... hehe, when your kid comes to suck my boobs too"

"No, you can't. Your body is mine. I don't care how much you fuck my son."

"What are you mucking about, sweetie?"

Breakcore sucks on my chest. I love my hair and stroke it.

I don't think so, but I have to take my pants off just in case Peter takes her.

And then, as he assembled Blakecore's body, opened her crotch and tried to rub her penis on, Concon, and lightly slammed the cabin door.

I'm stiff.

Hello, Holy Beast.

There was a woman's voice.

"What?"

Blakecore answers in a calm voice as he turns his legs around my hips.

He's got a little flirtatious eyes.

... you're not thinking weird, are you?

"My name is Oregano, the last seat of gold. Just... Was Master Smythson here?

Oregano!?

Why are you looking for me?

"... I'm here"

I'm surprised Blake Core answered softly. If I hurry up and try to get my clothes back on, Blakecore won't let me go with my legs stiffened.

"Oh, really? Um..."

"Can I come in?

Breakcore's voice. I can't move.

There's a noise of Oregano opening the front door and coming in. No, this is not the footsteps of Oregano alone.

"Dear Smythson, if you're going back to Polka, be sure to join us"

"Let's go home together...?

Oregano and Sevory came in together and stiffened into the breakcore bed scene with me.

"Hi. Sorry, I'm in the middle of having it seeded right now"

... Breakcore, I didn't mean because I couldn't do it at the festival... Harrah trying to show it to even a small group of people!?

"Oh, um..."

…………

Oregano and Sevory. Face to face like a silver three-knit ring and a golden one-pony bewildered.

…………

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A couple of times, our sights go back and forth on each other's faces.

And.

"This means..."

"Wow, we can't lose either, can we, Sevory?

"Oh, that way?

If you're taking it in, I'll go back out, and I think I'm going home, but for some reason, Oregano decided the right direction to take it off. Then I start unbuttoning clothes made of nuts.

"Oh, um... Oregano says this, can I mix it up?

"... make it, you like that kind of sex, Andy"

"No, these kids... they're special kids who've only had group flirting..."

It seems difficult for both sides to explain without hesitation.

"Well, I'm used to it too..."

"Don't say this situation as if it were my fault"

I guess you asked me out.

(cont 'd)