Half-elves Fall in Love

Breakcore is quite free to regenerate his own flesh.

It can also be imitated as unlikely, such as freely growing and stretching corners from places without corners.

Maybe I was grabbing a lot of tricks during the weird meat chunk days.... I would have freed my feet with horns, as appropriate, from the meat.

So, if I ask for her cooperation, I wonder if I can shine a light on a daughter like Miss Marone, who lost this leg.

Mr. Hilda looked in trouble when he heard my thoughts about...

"With the power of the Holy Beast... cure the defect? Sure looks like Sir Bonaparte was doing it... but I think it's hard for normal people, huh?

"Well, it does seem like a catfish transplant."

"Tough, maybe when Sir Bonaparte was really mobilized by the big ops class to gather the wizards and finally" match "them. It's not that difficult in theory to transplant tissue from another species of organism, but it would be quite a performance difference if it were also a Holy Beast class. Normally, the circulatory organs and nerves lose their demands and fall together, or are they invaded by the spirit?"

"Spirit?"

"It erodes existence, I suppose. Andy, you had a sika meat transplant too... not to that extent, I know someone who, for example, got a whole arm from a warrior friend I lost in the war, but I had to do some magic routine to get a pretty dangerous level of personality instability."

"Well..."

"There's one other similar example. Bringing a lost organ from someone else is dangerous. In Sir Bonaparte's case, he must have taken a rather strict and meticulous procedure, and because he had quite a root strength, he couldn't beat the eye of a sky tiger."

"... you were crossing such a dangerous bridge, old man"

Well, whatever it is about the old man.

"But Blakecore should have the magic of the 'Covenant of Life' flowing from the Dubwise of the Holy Land Lycra via Lyra. If that..."

"... what magic?

"Whatever they say... Regardless of the details, it seems magical to ask me to lend you the ability to heal the Holy Beast..."

Mr. Hilda doesn't break his surprised look.

but Marone embarked on a zuck with both hands and pleaded with Mr. Hilda.

"Hey, heal... if you want to heal, I want to try! Rather than live annoying everyone like this..."

"Here."

Pei, and Mr. Hilda slapped Marone's forehead.

"I'm not going to bother you with living. Injury or illness is not a sin. There's something you can't do, that's all. It's important to thank someone who cares for you, but that's an insult to someone who cares about you."

"... Yes"

Mr. Hilda sighs and turns back to me.

"Well, Andy, I can't help but talk to you in vague talk here. Anyway, let's go see the Holy Beast."

"Yes."

Mr. Hilda looks serious sometime.

... I wonder if you're that worried, well if it's normal for a doctor.

Maybe I think too lightly. Though it might heal, I guess I don't understand the risk of failure.

For now, we head to the Baron's mansion.

I can't go to the Red Family Estate without talking to Irina or Christie.

"Welcome back, Mr. Andy"

Look, I'm relieved.

Best to come in, Jeanne holding Peter, and finally Selene holding her conspicuous belly with both hands.

"None of the three of you seem unusual."

"Peter finally dominated the tits of the mansion. All the way to the Baron's daughter, young or old."

"... hey"

What a feat you've accomplished before you know it, my son.

"You made me suck fennel too!

"Sorry, someone else told me that was the quickest way to stop..."

"Don't make me smoke anything but Jeanne and Selene in the future because when I grow up like this, I'll be a beard-sided milk-sucking monster"

It's a dwarf, albeit half. I'm fine now, but if you're a great beard like Rackman and you have no sight for it, boobs are bad for boulders. I don't like it.

"Am I okay -?

"Selene is allowed in a dietary sense because I think she'll be getting her tits out soon"

"Yes... Andy will be looking forward to it."

"Of course it is"

Best tits ever. And me with my son aside and my chest full of anticipation.

Mr. Hilda sticking his elbow next to me like that.

"Andy, you. More than that."

"Oh well.... Irina, are you there?

"Master Irina took Mr. Deane and Mr. Lyla earlier."

... a new home. I'm curious about that one, but well, that can be tomorrow or the day after.

"Then Christie..."

"Here."

Christie was just coming down the stairs.

"What can I do for you?

"Oh. I want to go to the Holy Beast Labyrinth. Will you take me?"

"I don't mind that...... Mr. Hilda too?

"Hmm? Something?

"No, I thought it was unusual."

...... hmm?

Well, think about it... is that it?

Mr. Hilda... maybe he hasn't seen Blakecore since the girl was transformed.

"I don't really want to walk around the north woods much, so hey. But this time we're talking about medicine."

"Okay. I'm taking over now."

Christie ascends the stairs and gives quick instructions to her subordinate elf woman.

If you try this, it's really a deadbeat woman herself.

Let Maia hold the carriage, and several patients, even cat beasts, who are particularly handicapped, and several elves of the cherry blossom clan, board as assistance.

Plus, me, Mr. Hilda and Christie, and Luna.

Christie knows the full story of the surgery because she was part of the Lyla's discussion at the time of her last visit. While explaining that to Mr. Hilda on the road, she also agreed with her technical concerns.

"I do think we can do that with that technique... but the question is, as Hilda put it, can the Cat Beast Man's body withstand a forceful regeneration... and can it handle that magical connection"

"Connection?"

"We also need control on the cat beast side because we conceptually need to 'give' the wound to the breakcore. It doesn't go as far as magical qualities…, but to some extent, you may need to practice"

"And can you really 'give' the wound that's already healed to the Holy Beast... and maybe it's the neck that doesn't relieve the pain by nature"

Christie and Mr. Hilda nodded with a serious face and finished sorting out the problem.

So Chibi Maia whispers on my shoulder.

"Dear Andy. It's time."

"Getting there?"

"Yeah."

"Does Breakcore seem to notice?

"Yeah. I've been looking at you this way"

"All right. Then land me."

Instruct Maia to dance and descend on the meadows as usual.

"Andy!"

Today's breakcore was small. I feel younger than Maia when I saw her.

I have fluffy white hair tied to ponytail with a string knitted with silotumexa and this is so cute.

"Have you come to see me again?... What about those cat beasts?

"Uh. I need to talk to you for a second."

"Example 'Contract of Life'...... that, can't you apply it?

Breakcore begins to seriously discuss my proposal from a physician's point of view, Mr. Hilda, from a magic theory perspective, and from an operator's point of view.

"I don't have any problems with playback control at all. Whether it's hands, feet, or guts, you'll be able to heal...... I just think that cat beasts unfamiliar with witchcraft may not be able to handle connections"

"And it's pathetic that you're going to re-experience the pain when you lose it. I'm not going to let you pass out..."

"Can't we modify the spell to deal with it to some extent? If you double connect the controls to retrieve them again on the side of the Holy Beast, the person doesn't have to feel any pain..."

"That would entail a risk of overhealing. If you do it badly, your spirit will be hit by" chi "and your personality and memory will be wiped out."

"That's right... I don't know, a good way"

I can only argue somehow. I can only sit in a triangle with Luna and Maia.

"Maia, you know what I mean?

"Once."

"Do you have any ideas?

"No...... sorry"

No, you don't have to apologize to me.

While watching the blur and their argument, the cat beasts brought here rejoice in the ever-spring meadows.

"Nyah..."

"I'd like to run around if I can."

"Such a beautiful forest is in the world..."

"Is it that beautiful? I want to see it too... I regret not seeing it..."

Listening to their voices still makes me feel like I need to cure them.

But there's nothing I can do. Just wait.

... reminds me of Bonaparte's old man's dialogue about what you can do.

I can't do anything. Really.

"Um... Dear Sir,"

Nanny and Marone speak to me.

Looking back, Elf, a cherry blossom clan woman, was carrying me closer.

"Talk, as far as I can tell... I just wish I could stand the pain and use magic, right?

"Oh, yeah, it seems so..."

"Me, magic, a little, but I can use it. Here."

A small spell as Marone gently waves her hand. A small amount of water gathered at the tip of his finger and fell on the grass in a pashy fashion.

"It can't be very difficult, but if this is about it... besides, if it hurts, I will endure it. I will endure it..."

"... hmmm..."

"I want to stand."

"... ok. I'll just ask for it."

Marone's eyes gave me a little relief.

Maybe it's a dying, painful trial for her. Maybe I shouldn't push that back irresponsibly.

But I think she's ready to try that.

"Breakcore. Mr. Hilda."

"... Andy"

"Andy, you?

"Let Marone do it. They can use magic in a little bit... and stop on the way if they don't take safety precautions."

"Though that's true..."

"But it really hurts, and it's hard, isn't it?

"Marone says she wants to. He wants to stand."

When I tell them that, they'll be silent, like, ten seconds.

"... dark elves. Can you give him a sensory phantom as soon as you have a problem?

"Yeah.... you do it?

"I have nothing to lose by doing it.... it's not my hobby to torment Andy's woman, but if you're prepared to do that, I don't have an in-laws to stop you"

Breakcore pulls out the flower hair ornament and rises.

"Come here, Marone and I will. This technique is ready for the place."

"Yes!

Let us clean up the furniture in the dwelling shed above the labyrinth, and Blakecore and Marone sit up against the center of the room.

"... Shall we begin"

I do some tricks around me, and Blake Core claps.

"Don't move there.... Well, can't you move"

"Yes."

Breakcore's right hand touches Marone's forehead with a serious eye, softly palming.

And the two bodies start to shine.

"... now connected... not a permanent connection, but now I can take on your regeneration"

Breakcore is serious and then speaks to Marone with a loving look somewhere.

"Imagine. He said he was a dying being. My body rises free. Lost things grow again."

"... cum"

Marone strengthens her body.

"Yes, that's good... it's connected to me. Imagine it more clearly. The scar is false. It's just a lid in the way. Break it. Your feet are there. Use your powers and call your feet back. Break through the skin, bone out, connect with tendons, cover with meat."

"Ku, ah... Ah, ah...!

"Yes, yes, more"

"Yes, it hurts..."

"It will hurt. You must be ready. With that amount of pain, you can stand up again, it must be cheap."

"Ah, ahhh... but ahhh..."

Marone's light gets stronger. And that right leg... that leg without a knee to the bottom, suddenly bled out.

"Ugh."

"Marone!"

I'm surprised, Luna screams.

Blakecore says sharply.

"That's right, that's fine. I'm fine...... I'm not going to die of that pain. No, you're never gonna die right now. Suffer, hang back. Wish. You..."

"but ahhhhhhh!!

Painful screams and tears.

And a breakcore that will be bloody.

But I can see bones from Marone's blood in front of him. More meat.

Gradually, I get a tibia.

"Uhhhhhh!

Beastly screams and scattered blood.

But among other things... I can't take my eyes off that flesh that is coming back.

My left leg also has a ripped wound and blood erupts.

Marone is terrible with tears, runny nose and a distressed look. Breakcore that keeps telling, in that blood.

Eventually, in a room like a blood pond, the bright red right leg is complete.

Then he also plays his left leg a few minutes late.

"... ah, but... ah..."

"Well done.... I grew up."

"Huh..."

"Enough, you should run around. … after a short break."

When Blakecore gave him a sneer, Marone fell on the bloody floor like he was relieved.

"Marone!!

"It's okay, I'm not supposed to die right now.... Though you kept your mind well. Strong girl, Marone."

"It's like torture to play it so slowly. I can go back in a matter of seconds even if my body is straight."

Luna is holding Marone up and Mr. Hilda, who was holding her back in the corner of the room, is wiping her body with a wet cloth and doing it with some magic.

Probably magic that takes pain or something. Because I was in so much pain, the aftertaste of the pain won't come out any time soon.

"... it hurts the other way because this is really slow to draw strength. But slowly, is that why you don't run wild? Think well of Lycra's Holy Beast."

"But as a safety device to keep certain knights from dying, right? I think I can handle a little more for this kind of regeneration... and this kind of torture is pathetic for kids other than Marone"

"Hmm..."

Breakcore uses magic to float blood off the floor and discards it in Tarai... while showing the rough business of thinking a little bit.

"... if you let the excess mind escape somewhere, it doesn't seem like it would be a problem to relieve the pain during playback with a phantom or something..."

"Ah."

Mr. Hilda hits his hand there.

"Distract me...... I mean, I just have to turn it over to someone else, right?

"Oh. But only to get rid of the excess... and even if it's the Holy Beast's. Acceptable vessels."

"Hehe. There's a dragon here"

"... No way"

"There's also a dragon rider"

He's been talking to me!?

"And so am I."

What? I'm sorry.

"If the three of us come by, we might be able to do something about it."

"... the three of us?

"Oh."

What are you thinking, doctor?

(cont 'd)