Half-elves Fall in Love

That day, I was to take Mr. Deane, Lyla and Maia, General Kingfisher with me ten reverse hairs and one hundred Becker Secret Service chiefs, and Angelos as my escort, into the lookout for the cabin I had built in the fall.

"Point five, no abnormalities… is this confirmed?"

"Point 7 is deeper in place. I'd rather turn people around that way than focus here."

"Why do you want to use this place as a rendezvous point and make sure it's a good place to sleep?"

"That makes sense too...... Kingfisher, what do you think"

"Qua? Oh, yeah, ask the reverse hair around there"

"I knew you were a tri. You are."

"You want to do it, Becker?!? You think you can fuck Birdman on the sky!?

"Just calm down. And suppose they call you a general, grasp as much of the mission as you want. Reverse Hair, you're the chief of the Secret Service, and he still only has the authority to direct it."

General Kingfisher is beseeched by Mr. Deane.

"Strategies and other difficult things are refreshing for me too... I wonder if I could be a hundred people long"

"Up to a hundred chiefs would still be in command of actual work. In other words, Mr. Deane, who is a hundred people long and has such a high point of view, is unusual."

For once, I ask Angelos, who could have sat in a 100-person chair if he hadn't even quit, to comfort me.

"Well, if Captain Deane swallowed all the promotion stories, he'd be a general or a marshal by now."

Special Agent Becker, one hundred men, reassembles his legs and turns his assembled hands behind his head. Such stretched tricks are difficult in the usual crowded car, but there was plenty of room in the carriage today.

"I'm taking my share. Regardless of the level of operation of a small unit, the command of the Great Army is beyond your father's control. It's good for the army to be around a hundred people."

"Didn't you say that when the ranks got higher, matchmaking and all sorts of things were hard?"

"You got that, too."

Mr. Deane is going to sniff out my scratches.

"I should have stopped with a hundred men long too... well, I hope there were as many other guys swinging the command wand for the third time in the West"

General Kingfisher sighs from Kutibashi.

"Oh, my God, I pulled you off on this mission. Ashton's husband..."

"Because you're Birdman, right? At least we're not lost."

"Uh... well, I can't do it with Amatsuma or anything."

"I know you're not gonna die leaving me alone, but if you go missing, it's gonna take me years to find you.

General Kingfisher and Special Agent Becker Hundred, who talk about strangers and sigh a little carelessly.

I thought you guys were dogs and monkeys. Surprisingly close.

"Amatshima...... is that Ironman Amatshima?

Angelos asks questions in a slightly nervous voice.

"Ironman or cockroach. That's..."

"If you're a cockroach, you'll die."

They started telling Boroxo.

"... who it is"

"Oh, you don't know... well, Andy's a crossbow, and if you're not interested, you don't know."

"Overnight iron is better. Special Agent General Lew Amatshima, that he will not die from beating, kicking, cutting, crushing, boiling or baking."

Angelos' words had reached a somewhat unintelligible realm for what he was hearing.

"... what kind of demon is that?"

Special Agent Becker Hundred and General Kingfisher laughed Guerragella at the unintentionally squeaky words.

He said, "Either the Holy Beast or the moving corpse."

"Well, actually, there's a little bit more time for them to come back to life."

Really?

When it comes to master nights and overnights, I have the impression that there is a mess that almost ignores the concept of a creature. but can I ignore it that far?

"... is there such a person?

Turning to Mr. Deane for water, she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't care what you think. It seems that for some reason he will not die. That immortal flesh alone drove me up overnight, so I guess it's true."

...... I wonder what kind of person you are. Instead of overnight, the Secret Service chiefs and generals are making fun of me.

I mean, I've seen quite a few of them, but the world still doesn't fit inside my imagination?

"This hill."

The hill overlooked by Mr. Deane is built with a cabin that remains beautiful despite quite some time since its construction.

"Here's the Marutai fence and...... I'd also like to build a stone wall if possible. If we use the terrain well, I don't think it will take that much effort to build enough fortifications."

"Reverse hair, you're familiar with fortifications."

"I've been studying."

Serious. Wow. Serious.

What is the lightness of General Kingfisher or Rennest's Mets ten-man compared to that?

"So, um... I'm working really hard, so it's time for you to stop calling me like a miscellaneous fish A."

... uh, what's his name... uh.

"Well I wish I knew! If you care about the details, your proud reverse hair will go bald."

Ten reverse-haired men are banged on the shoulder by General Kingfisher.

waved off his hand. The ten reverse-haired men bowed their heads deeply.

"Regards! Reverse-haired Fernando Rigley, 25! Thank you! Feel free to rig pong it!

... He enjoys being called back-haired by everyone.

"Fine, with reverse hair."

"Hey."

Special Agents Becker and General Kingfisher, both of whom spread their hands. You guys are really close.

"What would you call me if I got my head wet in the street rain! What would you do if you changed your hair! Stop saying that like a man with nothing but hair! Why are you being treated like such a pain in the ass when you're working so hard!

"Don't be angry, Ligley. Just kidding."

"That's right, reverse hair. You can hang up if you're in the way. As long as I have your reverse hair in my heart, I'll give you the reverse hair."

"I'm telling you I can't do that! You said it on purpose, you tri!

"Ooh!? You're gonna sell me a fight!? You think Becker's men are gonna fuck with me?

"Stop it, Rigley, this guy is surprisingly strong. Later, this idiot didn't mean to, usually forget people's names right away."

"Kur! Something's defiant for both of you! All right, let's show him the difference in character from now on, Ace Knights."

General Kingfisher waving his fist shush. Reverse hair pulling out your sword with a cut of tears.

Agent Becker, hundred men, hide behind us at some point and behave.

"Ho, Deane. Don't you have to stop it?"

"If Kingfisher loses, I'll give him a hug. Let's wake up the drawings better than that, give me parchment and ink, Lyla"

Mr. Deane starts writing drawings on your podium without paying any particular attention. You just thought it was too idyllic for arbitration.

... or it's just awkward that I was saying it backwards and backwards.

"Come on, Kingfisher."

"What a sightseeing attitude! I'll knock you out, you idiot!

"I'll kill you for real! I told you to come, so don't complain later! The duel is not guilty, General!

The ten heads of inverse hair set up a short sword with resentment.

The next moment, its appearance disappears.

... Fast.

Just like Special Agent Becker, is he the type that specializes in speed?

Think of it, the next thing he showed up was behind, on the General's diagonal.

From there, wave a sword with one hand down from the upper section toward General Kingfisher's bright blue wings.

but the sword slapped it off was the ground.

"It's killing me, man!

General Kingfisher has repositioned several meters in an instant.

With one hand poked to the ground and his hips dropped deep, he hit his wings at a flashing speed, top speed in an instant.

I was knocking my knee into your belly at a speed I couldn't chase with my eyes.

"Gu!?

"Why don't you let go of your sword...... you can compliment me"

Rigley, where you drew your sword and erected it, General Kingfisher is already posing as a cool arm in a nearby tree branch.

"Next time you're slaughtered, you'll faint before you wave your sword completely."

"Ugh..."

Rigley, you squeeze your sword and squeal your teeth.

Huhun, and General Kingfisher just tried to laugh with his nose, and Special Agent Becker Hundred showed up behind it, winging and strangling each feather arm for a moonsalt dive on the ground.

"Kuke!?

"Hey, stop it, Kingfisher. You're the one who messes with me too much."

"So, let my men make a gap and just win and run!?

"If that's the case, we've got a gap. You're the one who's sorry, stupid bird."

"Kuke!! Carr!!"

Special Agent Becker Hundred Chiefs to tie General Kingfisher up with a rope at some point.

"All right, Rigley. You can prank on this guy's couch."

"Ya, I'll do it!? I really will!?

"Kure! Kure! I'll kill you, Temeer and the others!

Moving to a silly dimension, Rigley began writing a drill pattern with white pigment on your delightfully pointed mouth. I guess I was depressed.

... and Angelos was scratching a cold sweat next to me soothing.

"... Ten Liguries, faster than me... I can't believe it was such a waste of movement..."

"... so strong, that general"

I can't stand my teeth.

Honestly white flag.

"That's unusual. Even a black-arm opponent wouldn't make that sound, you."

"... overwhelmingly fast and good without any small work. I can handle the type of swordsman I rely on in my wife's hands..."

He was impressed by the overwhelming power of it.

Mr. Deane smiles as he looks around him on the carriage, holding a drawing of his calligraphy.

"That's the real Elite."... Don't look away, Angelos. If we're going to protect Andy, we're going to have to cross that skill... "

"Yes."

... what are we fighting against? What am I supposed to be fighting for?

It makes me a little nervous. I wonder what Mr. Deane and Angelos see in my future.

"It's okay. I'll protect it."

You feel my anxiety, or Maia, who has been silent, squeezes my hand.

That makes me feel a little easier.

... Right. This unknown demon realm suddenly meets demon gods. No wonder you're going to fight what.

Nevertheless.

"Qur! Qur!!

"Depressing, you cuckoo move...... hey Rigley, do you have any glue?"

"No way!! Hey, hey, is that... can I do it!?

"Kure!?

"Kingfisher, anyway."

"Oh, right, it's General Kingfisher!

How depressed have you been, Reverse Hair...... No, Ligley, ten men long.

(cont 'd)