Half-elves Fall in Love

"It's nice to call Lyla when she's around."

I took about 20 minutes to get down to the city and Mr. Deane and Jeanne were waiting.

"Well, that's why I could safely get ahead of you... and I'm not impressed with that because I'm free"

"Oh, you mean?

Mr. Deane moves his ears gently. The end of my gaze is my nostalgia.

...... Crossbow stock.

"Kee, were you listening?

"That's right. Well, I just realized it in an atmosphere of conversation.... I could have waited a while, but they made me mean it"

Mr. Deane smiles a ridiculously pranky smile. Turn the creepy whistle with your fingers.

"What's that?

"It's a dog whistle. I only hear about some beasts and elves making noises. And then there's the real dog."

"And it's a dragon. It's a distracting sound."

"I was wondering if this would make it difficult to make mistakes. Lately, I've been flirting with Lila."

"Don't say you can. I would've just gotten used to it in advance."

I don't know, I'm kind of lonely to have that sort of arrangement all the time... but I kinda seem to leave it behind.

"For the most part, with my ears, you can hear them if you call them in a normal voice at this distance."

"It would just be suspicious to call toward where there is nothing. Even a dark elf is a rare beast in a trot."

... Isn't it a bad idea to call a whistle that you certainly can't hear if you think about it that way?

"Speak to Jeanne and she'll be suspicious."

"Don't be so stupid with a little pastime. Come on, they say the Ironworker Guild location is near the square west of town."

"When I asked my old man around, he told me."

Mr. Deane and Jeanne lead the way and walk out.

... Minus the fact that Dark Elves catches his attention as a heterogeneous race, it doesn't make a difference that the super beautiful women Deane and Lyla, and the beautiful girl Jeanne, are noteworthy beings.

The attention paid to them by the men who go to the city and their gaze at me like, "Why are you such a showy man?" feels a little painful.

... Yes, no, even if I can't help being shoddy, I hope you were happy because you're a female slave with my girlfriend for once, right?

Ha ha, let's be jealous. Yeah, I'm sorry. I got on a little bit.

"Yeah, another prank! Because there's no Master Bay, and he always is!

Something sounds angry behind my back, so I look back, and at some point one of the knights showed up around where we were just now and I was chirping.

... ears. He's a werewolf.

"Mr. Deane. For once in the trot, there are few elves, but there are beasts..."

"Sounds like it. Well, let's just say we don't do this next time except in an emergency."

Mr. Deane, who was paying attention to him as much as I did, seemed to miss the dog whistle slightly at random.

The building of the Ironworker Guild (well, in short, the union of blacksmiths) is quickly found.

Well, it wasn't like hiding it, and there was a fine sign out there.

"Excuse me, if it's iron for armor, I heard it was here."

When Mr. Deane spoke to his middle-aged father, who was near the entrance, he looked so frigid.

"Lady, this isn't a beautiful piece of weaponry or protective equipment, it's only about this kind of gobbly ingot. Are you wrong to go in there?"

"I need gobbly ingots and smooth leather that stays round."

"You can't do that to a lady. I don't think you know the pin or the kiri. I don't smell the burning smell of a blacksmith..."

I hear you're surprised Mr. Deane doesn't look like a blacksmith.

"Sorry, I'm the one who actually uses it..."

As I interrupted with my hands up, my middle-aged father put his face closer to me with such a frigid, stinking face.

"You, huh?... Armor blacksmiths aren't crooks. Isn't that the hill of Sekiyama with the charming silverware?

"... yes, no, for once, I also studied at the Three Lead Workshop in Wangdu... but I ran away with a hanchik"

That's Kako's old man, he's plain awesome. It's a perfect hit, I thought you were just working on it.

"Ha, I don't know how many sled parents and this apprentice got away with it. Why do you bring girls and kids?"

"What, you don't care so much about me or Deane? Because you either sell it or you don't."

Lila makes a frustrating voice.

He said he'd have trouble telling me not to sell it.

There Jeanne broke in with an angry face.

"You guys look like women and children from a human being, but that's not the attitude of a guy who sells things. The iron beating in this city is courtesy. You mean eat shit?

"What?"

My father puts his hand on Jeanne's head. I guess he thought it was a child and tried to even fold it.

But sooner than Lyla or Mr. Deane tries to stop the move, Jeanne takes his middle-aged father's hand and squeezes it in reverse, twisting it down.

"Ah so... what the fuck!?

"Don't inadvertently put your hands on a woman's head."

"Oh, my gosh... Miss, Dwarf?"

"Then what?

"... Che, I'm sorry. That's great enough to deserve a dwarf."

Not just the trot, but the blacksmith has a close admiration for a species called Dwarf.

Sensitivity to thermal resistance beyond arm strength, dexterity, and common sense for metal conditions.

Nature, too envious for a blacksmith in many ways, makes the very species Dwarf feel as though he sees Ace Knight if he is a samurai.

As a race, "different" from the beginning when it comes to beating iron.

... I'm going to know some of it too, but a real blacksmith was a landscape that seemed to react like this.

'Cause how much Dwarf did you say, Jeanne? That's the woman and the child. Even if you subtract it, it's still a word that says, "It's a thought for a human blacksmith to give Dwarf an opinion."

"The sale is in the back. Hey, you're young, I'm glad you got Dwarf's eye."

"Ha..."

My middle-aged father starts leading a broad guild lobby as he grinds his twisted arms around.

Exactly. Things were all good.

Well, actually, starting with that middle-aged dad, I guess the blacksmiths in this town have tough eyes for good and bad things.

"Don't get lost. What kind of armor do you want?

"This time we'll have the kind of guy who made it to Angelos, all three of us. Even so, each one has a different style... if you insist, Naia is going to weigh in and Sharon is going to finish lightly."

"Is that Angelos' armor? That's hardly reinforced with rare metal, is it?

"Originally, I can't even send Rare Metal or anything like that to Mr. Jackie... it's not cheap here either"

"If you ask Jicha, he's going to turn about a couple of servings of rare metal... well, here and here for now. I'll take care of the connecting leather."

Jeanne picks out a few of the ingots, on criteria I don't know, and releases them to the luggage truck with a pointy.

Gotton Gotton and the luggage car jump. After all, I realize that Jeanne's arm strength is not comparable to mine...

"Well, I'll take it. I knew it wouldn't be a dwarf."

Earlier my middle-aged father was admired by the choice with a bitter laugh. I knew you were right.

"I can't imitate iron."

"Whatever it is, it's boring in Lila's private arena. Nevertheless, don't be impressed."

Mr. Deane and the others are totally bystanders.

I have all the fine ingredients but Ingots.

If that's true, that's something I have to go around the Inquirer for, but that's a big city guild. I keep it in an assortment that I can reach where it itches.

Successfully align the ingredients. The cost was well, to the best of my ability.

Or, given the quality, it must have gotten a lot cheaper.

"And then I bought some souvenirs... Oh, Naris, I forgot"

"It will be dawn when I return now. It's a little forceful, but there's no point in getting that far. Shall we wait for Naris to finish his sightseeing and go home tomorrow?"

"Here. I'd rather either. Not as troublesome as flying without some rest."

"Sometimes you can drink anything but" Big Ice Plains "or" Rough Whales "."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Deane. Wouldn't you like to see how Isaac and the others are doing?"

"Okay, okay.... It's been a long time since we've been in the big city of Trot, so we're getting too tense."

Mr. Deane sighs.

Well, I certainly can't deny that aspect.

Polka is comfortable to live in, but some parts of winter are boring, and tend to stick their feet in some strange trouble on elf territory. Celesta and Renfangas are a little culturally dry or rough and a little tiresome.

That's just the part about the city of Trotto. Don't talk to me like that.

... Well, if I go back to Polka with Ingots now, I'll have to concentrate on blacksmithing and elf-language textbook decryption for a while.

I want to take a little breath.

So let Lyla search for where Naris is at.

"It's just hard to hear footsteps, so I can't hear that little girl unless she's talking somewhere..."

Dragon hearing is not invincible either. I didn't seem to be able to capture Naris right away.

Well, I'm sure you do, even if you haven't spoken, and I'm an elf, so I'm still narrow on my shoulders in this city south of Trotto. Yeah, I can't even go out in public and talk about it all the time.

... but we're pretty conspicuous, too.

If you have to be different from Naris, if you raise the name "It's Celesta's Secret Service," you can shut up all the gendarmes, the lord's private soldiers, and a little chimp, too.

No, even Naris doesn't take lag to the point of a little chimp.

"Ooh, isn't that a dark elf? This is a good city for Celesta countrymen..."

A quick, seemingly retarded chimp speaks to Mr. Deane. Ignore Mr. Deane.

"Hey, stop."

I'll stop him trying to reach out to Mr. Deane.

"Stop. He's a soldier, this guy."

"What, soldier n? So what?"

"Armpits are strong enough not to be opponents with lined augs, and they use magic. Besides, even if you get retaliated against by Celesta, you don't have to."

"... chip. You swinging your tail."

"I'm doing great."

Make him give up while you pretend to be heartfelt and intimate with the chimps.

Lila and Jeanne laughing couscous as they watched it.

That's very kind of you, Lord Owner.

"I don't care if you take one shot. Yes, I do."

"Let's go to peace, you guys..."

And so on, Lyla looks a little odd.

"... Mm. I heard you, Naris..."

"Which one?"

"... over there. Noisy. Don't stay awake."

"So! Because he's dead more than that! Let's not do that!

"Shut up, we're gonna kill you!

"You're this elf woman, huh? Alone in the tavern. Are you being mauled?

"I don't think so, but you can't kill people or anything!

... Wow.

Somehow he was in the middle of a tavern, cracking into a fight between drunks.

What a rough scene.

"Lyla. Do we suppress"

"Ho. Come on."

Our top two are suddenly in a battle, but I'll stop it.

"No, I can't. If I break out, I'll really take care of the gendarmerie. You can't do that because you're gonna be in trouble."

Besides, for once, the city was very well looked after this time.

Though there is a great name for it, flashly spreading a bad impression of the fae, the exotic, seems to give back his grace with vengeance and he is not awake.

"Then what, Andy?"

"It's a drunken fight anyway. Give me another water and it will fit."

"Call the gendarmerie first. But if you don't hurry up, they'll get their hands on Naris."

A pair of tall muscle bastards who seem to have a strong arm, and a chimp who looks like a shiver. If you were about to be killed, a man of thin lines. Well, maybe an artisan or a merchant.

There's no big reason for a mellow drunken fight. Tomorrow we'll forget each other's faces beautifully.

but we need to stop this momentum now.

If Lyla or Mr. Deane go into flashy, it will be bad because of the elves and the Celestas joining them. Even Jeanne's arm will stop those two, but it's opaque whether things will fit well or not.

I can't do anything with my arm. Even the smaller one of the chimps probably loses.

but.

If it's about mixing up the place back, I don't know.

"Hey, Naris!

"Huh."

I go into the tavern with Zukazka, calling Naris out loud.

Drunks also look suspicious at sudden intruders.

"What the hell?"

"You're one of the elf women."

"No, I mean my people..."

Make me laugh with a deliberately mesmerizing pitiful face.

"Well, it's her, so, you know, it's kind of troublesome, you know?"

"Her?"

"She wo?

"Ha... ha!?

Drunks with strangely "nanisole" faces. The most startling thing is Naris.

Yeah, shut up.

... In this trot, it's almost incomprehensible that the elves are her.

Especially in southern Trot.

By appealing to him, he's more attentive to me than Naris himself.

"What are you talking about..."

"Are you all right with your head...?

But I still wonder how that reacts.

"'Cause, you see, you're beautiful?

"But you're an elf, dude."

"It's like marrying Roba."

"Wow, I'm hurt! You're hurting me so much now!?

"Shut up, Naris. Which means they can rob you too... no"

"Huh!?

The two drunks look at each other like they drank a muzzy one and look away.

...... yeah. Sometimes he's not hot. Roba is in good shape, isn't he? Yeah.

"Well, maybe it's a lobby for your brothers, huh?

"... here, this"

"Hey, Malone, let's go"

As the gaze gathers all over the tavern, they try to get out of it with a sleaze.

There comes the gendarmerie running, and Lila (who looks like the most normal person if it's just a racial trait) pointing her finger all the time, "Not the ones they were fighting about," for instant use.

The air in the tense tavern completely reverts to it.

"Look, Naris, leave that person to the store. Let's go."

"Oh, wow, hey..."

Pull Naris. I hear a whistle from behind, and Naris turns bright red.

"... didn't you have another way to fit it?"

Don't worry about it.

Beh, and chop on Naris' head.

"Hey... why are you beating me, I'm just trying to stop an overdone fight..."

"That's hard, but you're the one who's gonna say bad things when it comes to hitting each other."

Gentiles are a loss. The responsibility for each trouble rests more or less with the rest of us.

"... mmm"

"Don't be so swollen. Elves aren't so accepted here yet."

"... so you clouded your tea with elf-loving human delicacies rather than making elf care bad"

Naris, who says as he mumbles.

... you know what I mean.

"It's true I don't hate you, though."

"I think that following up is something wrong"

As I say, Naris takes my arm and heads to the outlet of the tavern as he cuddles.

"Wow."

"... Yes, yes, thank you for protecting me, boyfriend"

"It's like I've done so much extra."

"I don't think so, but there are more stages."

"Stage?"

"No, there's a way."

Gyu, and Naris holding his arm tight. After all, were the eyes a bit scared to see their "foreign organisms"?

And then that whistle that cools us down again, and Mr. Deane and the others laugh bitterly.

"Sounds like Andy."

"Ho. In many ways."

"What the hell. What do you want to say?"

You're a colored man.

"So-yu, don't put it that way!

(cont 'd)