Half-elves Fall in Love

Bright blue skies and bright white snow, and forest trees peeking lonely colors from under the snow hat.

In the familiar landscape, Naia stood Potun on the stump off the woods.

"Oh, Mr. Smythson"

"What are you doing, here?"

"Just a little training, a demonic sentinel."

"Training?"

"Arm and leg strength can be maintained with simple workouts and hot springs, but if you're not only polishing your senses, it's cloudy.... I'm looking for a demon, and I'm going to run full sensing capability in places like this. Animals, birds, wind, snow… all of which have information to offer"

"... you're the one who knows the signs"

"It's a little different, but if you can handle it the same way, you've never been over it."

Naia closes her eyes while holding her hat, and squeals.

"My mind flow is stable. I wonder if the demons will ever lean on this for a while."

"He said sentry, but you've knocked him down since you got here?

"Yeah, about a few wolf demons"

... Unbeknownst, she seems to have kept some of the peace in Polka.

"... I'm glad it's not a place for bandits and such to walk away. People are troublesome."

"Sometimes in Karlwin, there were people who came to steal crops from other settlements. Nobody's rich, so even then, I want something to eat.... and capital punishment if it becomes clear. If you are a loved one, I will let the settlers dispose of you... because it is illegal. Some of them are rough enough to strip their fangs of the settlers who are alike to their families. It was also the role of the brave to execute them."

"Oh......"

There's a story everywhere.

Now that traffic is better, the chances of getting food are also improved, and locally, even if there is drought (kanban) or storm-induced famine (kiki), it does not often develop into a serious situation.

Still, there are times.

Crimes that arise from such circumstances can never be heard.

"People fake themselves. Or it can be ridiculous. … we brave men, too, are deceived. But it's too intact to be taken away from you while you're being deceived. And whoever takes it and makes it work will occupy the flavor and repeat the same thing, and in the end, you will be judged.... Has Mr. Smythson ever killed a person before?

"... I do. I don't think he's killed 50 people yet."

It's not like we don't have a chance to kill people, like the military or some day's counter-attack against bandits.

And Crossbow is an excellent weapon, and Mr. Deane is an excellent commander. Fight and it will be a one-sided victory.

Me, too, and of course Angelos and Cairon are definitely killing a handful of unhelpful numbers.

"... even people like you still do"

"Soldiers. Besides, Celesta's not very safe either."

"I've probably slashed a hundred or so people."

Naia pulled her hat a little deeper.

"That's all I can do. The brave can only face the problem with a blade. I guess there's no place for me to be in the future where everyone will be happy."

"Naia."

"... No, I'm talking to myself. Forget it."

Naia raises her hat's tweezer and hides herself in a bright smile.

... I'm trying to say a word of comfort to Naia like that... and grab her lips without thinking of it.

"... come to Grandpa Harry now that you have your shoes"

"Yes."

Eventually, I get away with something.

They said something about a quote maker, and I'm "shallow" after all.

How far can you reach a really heavy problem that might not be solved just by leaning in?

... even though I think that thinking so may be thoughtful in itself.

"Um, get your hands off me. It's hard to walk."

"No. You, your hands are too cold."

"Nothing like frostbite."

"Be"

'... Naia. I don't think the bees will hit you to the point of getting your hands warmed.'

"Shut up, Flash Sword! Instead, please don't talk to me all of a sudden before I put up an audio junction!

The shoes seemed to be well received by Naia as well.

"Wow... these are a lot easier to move boots. It's like staying in your socks."

"That's what footwear feels like when it suits your feet. Because there's nothing good about wearing something that doesn't fit all this. Just be careful with sprains because they're made soft."

"Yes...... thank you!

Little adjustment, this boot fits Naia's feet perfectly.

It is not only soft but also sturdy and has ideas to make it difficult to uneven when matching the greaves.

It's the test I've been given to do just the right job for this.

... but exciting.

First class work is inspiring.

"Thank you, Grandpa. I'm sure the money will come from Celesta Army accountants soon."

"Hey, hey, hey. Had a good time working for a while. I don't want to thank you, Andy."

Shake hands disappointingly.

It is the soul of a leading craftsman and the passion of a polka child that comes from his hands.

Grandpa Harry's will to do a good job for good tits.

Naia didn't seem to understand the deepening intimacy between me and Grandpa.

On the last evening before the journey, the Baron holds a feast.

"Come on, Andy. You'll be back safely."

This guy is generous, but is he okay?

... but as for the Baron Territory, it seems that the territory here is also quite large. Maybe it's not something I worry about.

"Don't miss me just because I don't have straw. Anything from now on..."

"Irina! How far are you going to push me alone?"

"Oh, don't be so angry, Christy, it's a joke.... The house also calls for a housekeeper from the flesh clan. I've already hit the ground, so I think we'll be in shape as early as two weeks."

"Not so much."

"Lord Isaac will clean up the snow. Besides, at work, Diane's trooper Auga is helping us. It's reliable to be able to handle Marutai alone."

Apparently at some point my new home is starting to build too.

Early hand-turn.

"I wanted to think about intervals or something..."

"Anything should be built later. In the meantime, I try to make it easier for about ten people to wake up."

"Ten. Ah."

Like it's not enough.

Either way, I don't even have to let the Renfangas group or my four elf daughters live there yet.

"Oh, you're talking about Andy's new home. Don't worry, if it's not enough, I'll arrange for you to leave."

The Baron is only generous.

"But if it's too big, it's hard to take care of the house."

In contrast, it is Aurora in made-up clothes.

... have you become more and more concerned about your chores?

We'll take care of that.

"I'll do my best while you're away."

And the fennels and Severies of maid clothes, the four elf slaves, come into the conversation with a smile.

Around me and Irina, who somehow becomes a maid of honor.

"Fennel or Aurora is fine, the Severies aren't the maids here, so wouldn't it be annoying if they were confused and cool"

"Rest assured. I'm here to help you with your salary today."

"I can't work with you in the military, and I want to be able to do this right."

"Yeah."

Sevory, Oregano and Laurier pose as bisci and motivated at the same time.

I don't think it's the right attitude as a maid to look at the pose with her arms up and extended with her fingernails up, but Baron to the pampering and gorgeous atmosphere, as well as all of Polka's uncles and aunts who are invitees, were clapping their hands.

"Uhm. Make sure our maids get these kimeposing things... ahh"

"You're the precious daughters, even if they're taken care of by a stranger."

"All right, all right, let go of my beard."

The Baron's plot had been immediately shot down by his wife.

The next morning.

We'll take the carriage and take off the polka.

"Good night. I'll be waiting."

"Don't forget."

Tarai and his hand-tuffed, "I'm going to the hot springs," the willing wannabe brothers wave as he says something glamorous.

Sure, they order Celesta's cigarettes and liquor as a souvenir, and ham, but here's a little more, some respect for my boss.

And the cat daughters, the elf daughters, are gathered and waving. "Come back soon," they said, "it's easy and really cautious.

"You don't have to worry. I'll be right back"

"Sooo. I'm a little busy though."

Luna and Mr. Hilda are muttering.

... That's what I should have done.

"No, it's not a call to me to come back!?

"Oh, yeah. But even in that sense, you'll be right back, right?

"Andy, Cancer Ba "

... If you think about it, assuming you're mainly calling me means that if you step in and say it more quickly, you can come back and get laid.

I have come to feel that it is not at all prudent or difficult to think about it.

"Say hello to our Kate and Lynne, and to Boyd's bastard."

Isaac is also quite a selfish drop-off complaint, but I feel completely commonsense compared to other things.

First, without crossing the Blue Snake Mountains, head for Basson along the mountain range on a steady airflow.

Lyla and Maia each have another carriage. We're on one side, but when it comes to the original number of people, one is enough.

The other is a carriage to carry the Cat Beasts.

Once you move your base to Basson, move what you have injuries or illnesses to your body in the cat beast colony to the polka in the gaps that are giving everyone a few days of free time there.

And when each person is ready for treatment, he returns to Basson, where he enters Renfangas again to gather information around greetings.

In some cases, it was Deane's calculation to put down the gauntlets and return to Polka to work out the next action plan.

... You can say that we use that super mobility easily, but not in this day and age.

"But I really wish there wasn't a dragon, it's like going home and stopping by and just traveling would be the end of winter"

"Depending on the weather, you may not be able to travel."

Smudging and grunting Naris and Tetes.

"I mean, it really varies, but are you okay with riding the dragon around so flashy, Deane Hundred?"

"Politically, I'm hitting it once and for all. It's internationally classified that Andy is a rider."

"We, I know,"

Tess fingers herself as she grins. It's like trying eyes.

but Mr. Deane can afford it.

"I don't mind falling apart, but no one gets exposed to the Lenfangus, including Tess and Sir Buster."

"Well, yeah"

"A lot of people know Andy is a dragon rider in that sense. Not to the King's Capital, not to Celesta. But as far as keeping it a secret is concerned, there are many who gain. If you really want to destroy Andy's life, you can also shed it on Celesta's anti-dark elf faction politicians. Most likely, a base will just pull into the north woods from the polka."

"... hmm. Then it's a bit of a strange position, Smythson Ten"

"Who said to make triple the enemy's allies? Andy stands around really well in that sense. Not many parts of me or Lyla let that happen, but Andy has a lot of allies. Some of them, no matter how much political or financial power they have, are uncontrollable in rare things. It is better to use it more indirectly than to touch it, in favor of many of the dead."

"... right? Hmm."

Tetes roaring at Mr. Deane's commentary.

I'm turning my gaze at what people like this are like. I agree.

"The ultimate goal is for a man like that to become a blacksmith in the country. That's a strange thing."

Almeida chuckled softly.

Surely it's tough for a lot of big potatoes to move, isn't it, my position?

"It's not just great to get power. Mr. Smythson doesn't have to be armored by the power of the world to gain happiness… he just understands that."

Sharon takes a very favorable view.

But well.

"I'm pretty sure it's a little painful if you're not making money there."

It leaks the truth when it sticks.

I'd love to be great if I could, but I also know I'm not that kind of vessel.

Lyla and Maia are strong, but I'm not a man who can shake his neck vertically when he tells me to fight with it.

It's not a vessel that really wields the "power" you have.

So at least be the one who can make money for the crowd. That's all.

I'm sure if we maintain our current state of harem, we'll need enormous support, including female slaves and the barons and dragons, and we can't possibly not make that athe.

Still, I just want to make some areas that I can handle, like. Small pride in a way, evil ascension.

"Oh, Andy's getting darker and darker..."

"It's good. I'll make up for what you're missing. That would be a good woman, a good female slave."

Angelos and Aurora comfort me. Yeah. You guys are sensitive and a little too accommodating, but I'm glad.

"... I'd make all sorts of strong people say that. I wonder if it's the strength of the Smythson Ten..."

"Ah. Tetes Knight. You should stop trying to see Smythson in a nutshell in many ways.... the more I see these guys, the more I missee them"

"What does that mean"

Tess and Special Agent Becker Hundred are having an unsure conversation.

No, I wonder if you know that Special Agent Becker, Chief of the Hundred, was Tess an intelligence agent (Blue Arm).

In the evening we arrive near Basson's quarters.

"All right, everyone rest till tomorrow. You can spend as much time as you want. I want my sister to finish shopping by tomorrow night."

"Yes." Hey, Andy, you want a drink?

"Mr. Hilda, you know..."

Long time Celesta, that's pretty much reserved for me, too, Mr. Hilda said, with a lot of tension.

"I'm coming too. I'm more worried about Andy than I am about my sister. It's been a long time since I've had Celesta's booze in front of me. I could get on with it."

"You don't trust me..."

Well, before I dumped my virginity, that's what I couldn't say back because I was looking forward to all the booze.

"I'll let you know how the Micagamis are doing. Might come in handy in time."

"Oh, if you were Mr. Angelos, would you be ready to get pregnant already?

"Chi, no! It's just that Andy might get the cat beast boys pregnant at the polka..."

"Mr. Angelos is a real mame... when it comes to other people's children"

"Oh, Andy's kid is my kid!

Angelos is stunned by Apple and Aurora.

Only Luna is nodding yeah. Is it the effect of colonial familialism in the example?

"Do you have a bath here?

"Ho, there's got to be. We don't have any men in the crew right now, and we don't have to wait for them to change."

"Do it. But, um, I'm worried about Celesta's liquor."

"Tomorrow, Naris. We'll have a while anyway."

"I don't really walk in Celesta... you look like you're cracking your face and you're scared"

"Al's probably fine, too, but hey. Um, but Celesta didn't have many white elves."

Naia, Lyla and the gauntlets are on their way to Wye for a bath.

Sure, it's supposed to be dedicated to the Micagamis now.

And with Special Agent Becker and the Dark Elf sisters, and Maia, I turn to the tame tavern.

Sometimes it's Celesta, and I'm used to it and the liquor is good.

The long time liquor store has been as busy as ever.

Basson is a growing city, so there never seemed to be an idle bird even without the Crossbow squad.

"Oh, Deane, a hundred men long. And a little good-looking man."

The liquor store clerk broke up when he saw Special Agent Becker's hundred.

Yeah. I don't regret not looking at me or anything like that. I'm familiar with it.

"Sister, a cup of the orga-killer. And look at the knobs."

I think a hundred Secret Service chiefs who flatter and earn favors would be just fine.

... so the music goes off at the edge of the liquor store while I'm doing my wii.

Rare. I wonder if even the travelers are coming.

I think I'll stretch my neck.

"Ah."

"Oh, why not a lot more north than here in the desert!?

Mr. Deane and Mr. Hilda circled their eyes.

A hundred Secret Service chiefs are silent and open their eyes.

There, accompanied by an orchestra, it wraps up costumes that use a lot of see-through.

There is the appearance of a dark elf woman, smiling in a softly hateful and picturesque pose.

"Oh, strange encounter."

She smiled and danced, undoubtedly hailed as a desert gem butterfly...... Mr. Knoll was the person.

(cont 'd)