Half-elves Fall in Love

Isaacs' march so far has no anxiety element and it never seems difficult to cross the Kid Snake Mountains, so we decided to turn patrol either Lyra, Maia or Dragon about once a day and we decided to go straight back to Polka.

"Isaac the Hundred or Rants, you know, even over the Snake Mountains, you've been walking for days."

"Well, it's a snowway. You can do it if you want to make your way with ice deckers."

"That's not efficient. Depending on the weather, it'll be quick, Pop."

As Mr. Deane pointed out, snow is what builds up.

The anti-ice weapon ice decker can also be blown up on a massive scale because a warrior's knowledgeable guy like Isaac uses it, and even if a normal guy shakes it, it seems that the amount of ice that hits the blade melts and vaporizes at best.

That's why Isaac won't even go swinging around for an extended time. He's a commander, too.

"Well, some of the transfer soldiers were good at medical system surgery, and rarely will be. At best, you're in danger of being hit by an avalanche."

"The danger of an avalanche in Snow Mountain is really attached..."

"Oh. Well, it's an exam, including responses around there, so unless it's urgent, it wouldn't be a good idea to get your hands on it."

"With ice deckers, it would seem quite helpful to fill them with avalanches."

"That doesn't seem to help in that sense.... unless Isaac is buried first"

That's all I can do.

And get in the carriage and cross the Snake Mountains, for a few hours.

By the time the sun went down, we could have reached Polka.

"I don't know where to go."

"Come on, maybe we should set a takeoff and landing point... just the snow fields south of that hunter's hut"

"Ho, got it."

Now that Lyla is hardly surprised by the Polka residents, it's also a hand to go directly down to the side of town, but I still think it's a muscle to just take care not to surprise them.

"Yeah, but it's a lot of trouble carrying the ingots I bought."

"Ah."

... I don't know, did it happen?

"That's what Jeanne and I can carry. Maia's coming out too, let's have one chunk."

"Huh?"

Lyla landed, and so did the carriage on the road by the woods.

There, running as if there was no weight on the snow, Maia arrives.

"Welcome home, Dear Andy, Dear Lyla"

"Welcome, you're early."

"I was keeping a good eye on you this time. On the house of Irina and the others."

"... let me tell you something, Baron."

When Maia left a message, she began to understand that it was her job to keep an eye on the city. Inspirational.

"Well, help me get my stuff to Mr. Jackie.... Mr. Deane and Naris can go back first."

"Smythson, I'm a lot more skilled than a dozen chiefs."

"You don't have to put up with me. You better have a souvenir. There 'll be booze or something."

"... for once, I was going to leave that to Maia"

It's not cool that I don't carry my own blacksmith material even though it's what I use.

... the spectacle is ignored beautifully, and I'm supposed to have all the light stuff.

I come back to the Polka Inn for a few days.

That's a weird way to say you're coming back. But it totally feels like this is my house.

"I'm just... calm down"

"Welcome home, Andy"

"Was there anything dangerous?

Angelos and Aurora are waiting at the inn to pick up my travel luggage or let me take off my cape or jacket and put it on my hanger.

"Something like you guys are maids"

"Really?"

"We talked about it one day, but that might be good too. If Andy's going to retire after this mission, we really need to find something to do here."

"Aurora won't be able to cook or wash. Even I am somewhat capable of cooking in the field..."

"Oh. That's something you should learn. Even Mr. Apple couldn't cook until recently, could he?"

"Well, yeah... but right now, Andy, you can't protect me unless I polish my martial arts better than that, can you?

"It makes sense."

"Here."

I have to laugh.

"Don't you think about doing housework normally as my daughter-in-law before the maid first? Mostly, I've never heard a blacksmith use many young maids."

"Your wife..."

"It's fascinating, but its status is a bit difficult"

Watch Aurora smile like she's in trouble. I tilt my neck.

"Jeanne, Selene, in order of familiarity. In terms of the length of your relationship, you'll get sequences from Mr. Apple, Mr. Selene, and Mr. Deane. The proficiency of night games does not yet extend to Mr. Hilda..."

"Well, in the meantime, bigamy is difficult in Trott, and the wife's position is a bit harsh, which is consistent with Aurora's view."

"Still, you got the female slave position as good. But just because you're a female slave doesn't mean you don't have to work, doesn't mean you have problems with your health."

We're both surprisingly serious. I mean, do you normally intend to live in dignity as a female slave in the future?

I'd like to marry everyone somehow.

"Well, for now, as one option, yeah. Depending on your mother's trends, I'm an ant to remember business."

"I think of Elves as a leader in mobility, like Gorks. But this isn't something you can do sitting in a polka."

We are both still young and full of potential as elves, half elves. What a challenge it is not too late.

I'm too old for swordsmen and scholars now.

Thinking about this, I envy the life span of the elves.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

The blacksmith is the path I wanted. Though family business, I was convinced I was going to succeed to it, and for my father's sake, I wanted to follow its back.

Then you have to move forward with what you have to do as soon as possible than envy the possibilities of others.

"I have to give Mr. Jackie the consent to rent the workshop and install it. Besides, where are Naia and Sharon?

I have to make it, including Naris, with proper consultation.

"If you're Naia, aren't you at the bun store this time of year? I've always been there, so lately the general seems to adore me."

"Sharon was... I was archaic with Almeida earlier, but the sun went down, so the hot springs... I wonder"

Keep both of your information in mind for now, and I'll put on my new jacket and cape and leave the inn.

The city is pale darkness at dusk. Slightly falling snow lightly blurs vision.

I strangely miss the lights in the private houses and shops where the potatoes stick, and my chest tightens.

Not the "nostalgia" of a few days away from the polka.

... you used to go out shopping for dinner with your mother in this landscape, etc.

You went to catch my dad hooking up for a cup at the tavern, or something.

My childhood memories come back to these moments, not when I try to remember them.

Losing memories of such an outburst, with a little tear, it's Mr. Jackie first.

... the lights that once lit my house are strangely uncut.

"Oh, Bo. Did the journey feel good?"

"Mr. Jackie."

The workshop had the appearance of Mr. Jackie, who was testing Ingot with Jeanne.

"I'm showing it to you first, but I've picked a good ingredient. I can't do this for nothing, even if I stick it out."

"Please say hello to Andy."

"Ha, adorable favor. So, was the dwarf half hung? disrespect"

"Jeanne is my age. Don't treat him too much like a child, Mr. Jackie."

"Hi. Well, I treat you rude sometimes about me, too. Hi, I still have a strong image of you in me."

If you look at it from a giant over 2m of a half-oga, how small is a human being. Kids and adults must be small looking down.

Maybe even if it grows a bit or softly, it's hard to switch images.

"I'll help you as much as I can. Take care of Peter. Not always."

"... Peter Smythson, is it... Ha, that sounds weird. I thought my parents were born again from such a tiny girl."

What, and Mr. Jackie rubs his nose with the back of his finger.

Peter wasn't reborn.

"I know, right? I also want to think that Peter Smythson was born in this polka. I am.... hehe, sorry"

Mr. Jackie wiping his eyes with a hand tug.

I can even say that I respected my father more than my real son did me, as exactly the most discipled Mr. Jackie, even though I know it wasn't, it probably feels innumerable that "Peter Smythson" was born as a blacksmith aptitude half-dwarf.

"Our daughter is cute, but we can't let a blacksmith inherit from a girl who does so in a trot.... one day my parents... no, if Peter Boy becomes interested Toshi, can I give him a free hand"

"Yeah. We taught it together then."

"... hehe. Yabe, I stopped going because I didn't live long."

Even now, Mr. Jackie felt the presence of Peter.

"Anyway, Mr. Jackie. I'd like to rent a workshop as soon as possible."

"Oh, of course I don't mind."

Next up is the bunker.

... for some reason there is the odd sight of Naia standing across the counter with an apron and a triangle scarf in trouble and eating mushamsha buns as Naris and Luna compete.

"What is this situation?"

"Yes, welcome"

Float Naia's unscrupulous sales smile. Behind it lies Keel's mother, who nods satisfactorily.

"What are you doing, aunt..."

"No, doesn't Naia seem to like you enough to come and buy a bun every day? Then why don't you make it yourself?"

"That's why I stood there like a clerk."

"Yeah, 'cause if you make it, you're gonna have to let someone try it, right? If you want me to try it, I need a heart of hospitality. As a bun shop, I'm supposed to be dressed like this."

"... something's fooling you, Naia"

"Yes, no, I did enjoy making buns... and it makes sense... like, because I feel"

It's a subtly unconvincing tone.

"People don't listen well to deceit. Don't you know what it's like to be a pro if you're gonna make a bun anyway?"

"So, what if you become a pro?

"That means you're gonna be a pro at becoming a bunker."

"So you're waking up to Keel's wife?

"Oh, what!?

Naia, surprise me and take a step back. I rushed to take the triangle towel and quickly replaced it with a hat I had removed from nowhere.

"Well, you don't need two bun shops in polka, and that kind of flow is a natural dish for him."

"No, I'm still a brave man, and I can't put out the essence to make buns. I can't marry Mr. Keel anymore."

"Chip."

Wow, I hit my tongue. What do you think, Sole?

"Andy... you have to hold your heart a little wider, don't you? You've got so many hands on women, you're still my friend that you don't spin one on Keel."

"Turn!?

Stunning Naia.

"How could I be so judged by Mr. Smythson..."

"I'm not. I'm not."

"Right?

"Why disturb the insignificant kindness of this Ocane who says to meet and inspire his son?"

"Before I got in the way or anything, Naia was a super knight enough to compete with that Sir Bonaparte once and for all. Not like spending time in a bun."

"I don't know how strong you are, but it doesn't matter that much to round a bun. Wouldn't it be a fine living as a person to make good things and feed others and earn a dime! Such a smart kid is healthier than killing each other!

"... no, well, it sure is."

Well, I can't deny my aunt's argument. In fact, he doesn't think Angelos or Aurora's maid's future is bad either. In front of him.

... and I know the sadness of Naia's life.

Maybe it's not a bad story if you can calm down to such a sweet life... or something for a moment.

but.

"Excuse me. Still, I... with brave things"

Naia is gentle, but categorically refuses.

"Well, why not? I knew it was Keel."

"No, well, I'm not familiar with Mr. Keel... because that's what brave people are for"

"... Takebe can't get married that easily, you know?

"The brave will die soon."

Naia loosens the apron.

"When something threatens a person, the brave man cuts faster than anyone else and never escapes to the end. A brave man is something like that. That's what courage is and I'm taught.... I'm not going to be weak, but I'm not so arrogant that I can crush all the threats of people in this world. One day, I will die protecting someone. … then you can't imitate more grieving people."

"... he's a troublesome kid. It's good to be straight, but there's no one in this world who shouldn't be happy, is there?

"Perhaps, though. … from my mother, because it was inherited"

An aunt who can make an opinion on Naia's heavy living from the front is quite a big deal too.

But Naia shakes her head.

... kind of a sad sight.

I guess I've never stopped saying goodbye while touching the gentle world that way.

And I'm sure Naia will continue to do so.

"You don't have any body. Even though you had good muscles."

The aunt sighs.

Plus, Naris, who was quietly eating a bun, nodded.

"Yeah, it's very tasty. It's a shame to think that there's a little more room for improvement."

"Well, what do you mean, little lady?"

"The sweetness of the zubari is too modest"

Naris pointing out bish.

Luna also stopped her hand, containing a little tea, and, ahhh, gave her tongue, nodded.

"The usual is a little sweeter"

"Uh, uh, I was gonna do what the recipe did."

Naia excuses herself as she pulls her hat.

"Sugar, aren't you a little queasy?

"The buns here are perfectly balanced. It's a waste. You can't do that."

Naris and Luna went on to say the same thing. Then they hold each other's hands. Apparently the moment an agreement is reached on sweetness.

"Er..."

"Oh man.... sometimes kids who have never made confectionery get scared of the amount of sugar"

Keel's mother. You laugh at Eagle Deep.

"If you're not going to succeed, come back and make it, even as a joke."

"What... j, kidding?

Eye blinking Naia.

"Even our son has the right to choose. I accidentally got in Andy's truck, but I didn't know what to do all at once."

"... uh, uh...?

After a while, Naia turns kaa and red and hides her face with a hat.

"... Um, forget it. Talk about it in a great way."

"Ha. Isn't she cute?"

...... yeah. I knew I could beat an older occan that way.

"So Smythson."

Cairon, who slept in a chair a little far from the Naris and the others, invites them with only one eye open.

"What the fuck?"

"... I'd like to ask you something."

"Isaacs wouldn't be here for another week, would they?

"No, I'm not talking about that"

Look out for Jiro and Naris.

"Did you fuck Naris?

Bhufu, and Naris blew the tea.

"Dirty"

Luna protesting in a low voice.

"Oh, squishy squishy"

Naia returns to clerk mode in an instant to look for a squeeze.

"Hey, why do you ask that!!

Naris turns bright red to his ears and looks back.

... I haven't done anything nalis dull since I bathed in the sanctuary. It smells like me, there's no such thing as a dick... it should.

"Actually, I was curious, too."

"Become"

Luna, too, stares at Naris.

And Cairon scratched his temples with coldness.

"... I noticed recently. Girls who know men smell different."

"Oh, I knew Cairon would be ten."

Luna and Cairon made a hell of a point.

"You think the Beast Man has a virgin judgment function!?

Naris shakes his fist down.

Cairon nods troublesome.

"It simply changes the smell somehow. To such an extent that you don't know it by comparison.... I wondered if Smythson fucked him because the smell of Naris had changed."

"Grandma said the way pheromones come out is changing"

"..................... uh..."

Naris holding his head.

The prospect of being deluded if bathed defeated the beasts more than expected.

"Well the... booze momentum"

I confess honestly.

And Kitty Naris has been staring at me.

"Sa, the booze will only gain momentum once! Are you going to delude me!

"The second time, you would've drank to the economy!

"Well, that's true, but once we've reached a firm agreement, that's a pretty sincere explanation!

... what a pair of words, then we're hacked.

Naia drapes her bright red ears hidden from her face, Cairon twitches her fox ears with her fingers, and Luna purposely cools her tea.

And you, Keel's mother, sighed.

"So-yu, will you get excited when I get home? This is a sweet place for kids to come and go."

Retreat from the bunker so as to escape.

I told Naia and Naris that I would start working at the blacksmith tomorrow.

And then... Sharon?

I mean, you're in the hot springs... hmm.

There seems to be a lot of other townspeople in here this time of year.

You want to wait honestly?

Or do you want to take some action?

... peeking?

Unlike the sanctuary, any means here would be...... noohhhhhhhh.

"You look nasty."

Suddenly I get whispered and freaked out from behind.

I tried to look back, but before that I was gassed and held from behind.

"Sabi is full of it."

"Mr. Hilda!?

"So what are you up to? Ebony thing? Or what?

"Sister.... Not at all. If you stand in front of a woman's water, you can't complain if it's misunderstood."

Mr. Deane also showed up.

"No, I need Sharon."

Let's be honest. Anyway, the rest can be very difficult to get Mr. Hilda on track. With a bowl of phantom hidden sisters beside the townspeople entering and leaving women's water on this occasion?

... No, that's not bad.

"Can I help you?

At that time, it was Sharon of the day who came out of teasing and women's water.

"No, about the armor..."

"Oh."

Sharon puts her hand on her cheek.

Colorful.

Don't be confused.

I've been spooked lately because I try to bring it to porn in these scenes right away.

... but honestly the valley I can see from the chest of the front matching longcoat attracts my eyes.

No, no.

Work, work.

"Well... I'll start making it tomorrow..."

Sometimes I want to work hard to resist that stereotype.

but.

The elasticity of Mr. Hilda's tits I feel on my back. The power of Sharon's valley.

And.

"Oh, Andy Smythson.... Looks like you're safe, for once"

The tone of Almeida's nagging appeared from behind Sharon's back.

... my throat will ring.

Strangely awaiting my next reaction Sharon.

Mr. Hilda with cheeks.

Almeida scratches up her hair and deludes herself in an attempt to say something to Deane, who is watching in silence. My armpits are visible through my cuffs.

"And for now, the story goes on in the room"

"Oh... ♪"

"Well after the journey. I didn't work for you."

"Sooo. If it's healing, it's the doctor's turn."

"Sister. … it's not an acceptable move in public."

... Seriously, can we start tomorrow?

(cont 'd)