Half-elves Fall in Love

In the corner of Polka, our architectural work is also well under way.

"Yikes. I'm doing it."

"Oh, the host!

When I go to the scene for a souvenir with the hot meat pie wrapped in the inn, the carpenter elves, headed by a blue elmo, stop and gather.

"Plug in.... you're cold"

"Well."

"But I can't even say weak sounds. If the southern orgasms have a nice building over there, and we can't do it because it's cold, we'll be involved in the northern forest selling tickets."

"Wow, delicious... I don't know, warm dishes in this cold sky"

The elves carry meat pie into their mouths for a blissful look.

If you're at the heart of the house...... well, I know you're working hard beside it.

Inspired by the Isaacs' building architecture, the ground floor part of the house is already complete. I know quite the size at this point.

The rest is upstairs, the roof, and the interior… well, not all at once, like an orga.

"Hand free orga or dwarf, do you want me to turn it?

"That's a little..."

"I don't know about the Dwarves, anyway."

The elves reluctantly. Is it so uncompromising that it is not compatible?

I'm powerful and clever, and I'm resistant to authentic work, Dwarf.

"I knew those guys were strong at hard work, but the job they took on is a job. I've already helped carry materials and pay for snow... and if I have any more hands, I'll be involved in the homemaker's pride."

"I don't know."

"Even you want to do your job."

"... well, yeah"

I rely on Mr. Jackie, though.

Conversely, I'm relying on you because you're Mr. Jackie, and no matter how fast your hands are and how good your job is, you can throw the job you have now to someone else in the distance... well, I don't want to throw it.

I guess that's where their work views are too.

"More than losing at speed, I'd like to get back at our delicate job. I'm sorry, but just give me a minute, Admiral."

"Oh, I'll take care of it, please."

Craftsman's sense of territory and defeat is comfortable if you turn to a good condition.

I'll leave that up to Elmo and the others.

And move on with your work, too.

Iron striking has already been done with Mr. Jackie's prior work, so even engraving work has been done lately.

Only the shape also sees the finished diagram of Naia's armor.

"Armor that softly wraps up the little body of the brave Naia... I don't know what to say, but it's still a little..."

"Exaggerate?"

"Yeah.... that brave guy wouldn't be blunt wearing this either"

I also know what Sharon says. The large defensive area and the small size of the back look unbalanced...... well, it's true.

Originally, armor requires strength and physique, especially in trots, where men have been responsible for warfare, and it is rarely available in full-body armor for a short child.

I won't move without my strength anyway. Lighten and deceive with partial armor.

A physical like Naia is a boy soldier when it comes to smashing him.

In contrast, this armored area makes me feel weirdly stretched and embarrassed, like a child's swallow tail suit, just like that.

I know it's prejudicial. Me too, Sharon.

"Well, I don't even know how that feels, but let's make it nasi. Let me tell you something, as an outdated country blacksmith, it's uncomfortable for a woman to just use weapons and protective equipment."

"Well."

"... that's what trots are all about. Jackie's right, it's a matter of common sense."

If trot common sense so far, there was just a woman wielding a weapon, and if you say so, there was a part of it that was funny.

but if you're actually strong, you have to shut up.

That's what happens when you poke around about Naia. If you can use it, no matter how small your stature, this armor is not a mismatch.

It's a better mismatch to push old common sense.

"Well, if this armor really ends with an exaggeration... you've never been over it"

"If you didn't need it, that's the best part. No weapons, no protective equipment."

Make Sharon laugh a little aside.

If this ends without being hurt.

If Naia stays intact and doesn't have to wear it again.

Really, I've never been over it.

Naia is strong. But you don't have to keep fighting because you're strong.

I don't fight. I can't help but hope that the time will come for that choice to be allowed.

Night.

"Nyah. Four beers and two knob A sets, thank you for waiting."

"Whoa, Cute, wait a minute. We haven't ordered it yet."

I mean, there's only three of us.

"Nha... Nha?

"Yes, yes, Cute, that's probably table seven! Place your order here."

"Oh, Soya, Sevory, three beers for now. And Assorted Potatoes"

"Yes, sir. Please wait a moment."

Sevory and new cat daughter Cute run around between the swollen men of Crossbow in the new tavern.

"I'm a little worried..."

"Why don't you help Luna, too?

"I don't know what to do..."

Luna worries about the look of Cute getting busy killing her.

It feels like 60% of the new taverns are crossbow youths, 20% are polka youths (the Osama guys are drinking slowly in the old taverns), and the other 20% are forest elves and cat beasts.

Though we still don't feel comfortable sharing tables and getting along... the interaction between the fitters of Nori has begun.

My table feels like Luna, me and Almeida, Johnny, Cairon and Williams.

... naturally gathered noodles, but plainly rich in international colors.

Johnny, what happened to your partner?

Johnny shrugs his shoulder when Cairon asks while eating fries.

"Dating her.... even though it's stargazing outside of town. Fine, it's the first time."

"Hmmm.... in this cold"

"It'll be cold, but Keel won't be the other way around. Create an atmosphere from star rigging, take your hand in the cold, sneak into the hot springs or dive into bed. It's kind of a date event in Polka."

"Are you familiar with a star called Keel?

"Fine. I mean, it's such a classic that I couldn't take it off..."

"I see. I hope it works out."

Johnny and Williams laugh at Cairon's words with their noses at the same time.

"I can't."

"I can't."

"... you guys are cold. I mean, whatever Williams, the jealous master, you wish him success. You're married, Johnny."

"'Cause I'm a keel super temper. At best, I took my laughter off, that."

"It's more or less keel, keel. You can't go any faster than me."

I find that overly desperate, ambitious thing to say very uncool, Williams.

"Andy... don't you do that"

Almeida asks, feeling a little lost.

"You don't... I'm not a polka kid in that sense."

I spent my adolescence in Celesta with Wang Du. I don't know the tradition of that kind of normal approach.

"If you're gonna try, we're gonna hang out."

"... of the stars accumulate, not at all possible"

Although I regret to say that Keel is more of a hot-skiller.

Is that so?

"... if you think about it, you'll never have a star accumulate or anything like that on your Almeida opponent! Weren't you over a hundred years old, you!?

Aren't you just ashamed of what you think?

"Beh, just because you're old doesn't mean you even cover the knowledge of other stars."

"I guess so..."

But.

"... Almeida is surprisingly romantic like that, too, do you like it?

"I don't like you because I say unexpectedly..."

Ugh.

... Was it indeed a little mean?

"It just sounds cursory"

When Luna says blush, the other three at the table nod simultaneously.

"I think Andy should."

"Too strange not to be stabbed"

"Now why are you such a hottie?"

Even if they say so.

... I'm not sure why.

"Why not"

Me whining by accident.

"You can say it for my personal reasons."

"... YES, should I say it?

"Sorry, don't tell me, both of you"

Sex! It's a little troublesome even if they say so. It's a public place for once.

"Oh, I want to hear it."

"What are you, Mr. Almeida, allowing Andy to care? It's weird."

Williams and Johnny are eating up.

I want you to stop.

"... as a cat beast, I feel so bad about the male chicara... I don't know, I feel responsible"

When Luna says Bosoli.

"It's pretty much similar."

Almeida also turns red and nods.

"No, no, no, no."

"Mr. Almeida, you're not an animal man."

Williams and Johnny eat down. I tried to make him stop, but Williams strangled me with wings the other way around.

Bumping me.

"... the approximation is really similar. Wow, treating me like a little girl... a hell of a man. But it is true that the arm is weak, but then sometimes it makes me feel that much... sometimes even the Black Dragon Lyla can convince Fu."

"Er..."

"Are you that awesome?

"Let go, let go first -!

I'm glad you lifted it, but that makes me itch.

And when Almeida, who was nursed by Mr. Hilda as "losing to a dick and being mellowed," says something like that, I personally can't help but muzzle.

You're not there, are you?

And there.

"Whatever you say, Andy, the great thing about you is that you can't lose momentum to that member."

Cotton, and comes into the conversation with a ceramic cup on the table, Mr. Hilda with liquor in a good way.

Where did you hear that from?

"We won't lose momentum..."

"What do you mean, Dr. Hilda?"

"'Cause I'm always gonna offend Lila and Deane, too. - Is that an advantage and an advantage? Besides, normally, if five or six girls come in jerking off, why don't they just toy with you? Andy, you're an amazing boy who can always feel' guilty 'instead of being' fucked 'by dozens of opponents. "

Mr. Hilda speaking naked.

Please, don't talk too grandiose.

Though I thought so.

"... are you serious, Smythson?

"Sa... that could be awesome"

Williams and Johnny convinced for some reason.

"Uh..."

I'm having trouble reacting.

"Me, I'm a wife... but sometimes I just give a shit..."

"He said he's holding everyone back in bed... no, don't be a little unimaginable on the boulder"

"I'm so impressed, you guys!

A table that becomes subtle air.

"Well... you're Smythson who's been telling boulders about 'that' memories for a long time," he said.

Cairon groans heavily.

"Oh......"

Nodding Williams.

"What is that? Andy, what were you talking about?"

"Smythson has been talking to Selene about drinking for a long time."

"You're Mr. Apple, aren't you?"

Colleagues mentioning my once alcoholic habits.

Female slaves that sound interesting.

"Because it was already my fault! What's this hanging up!

Very well.

(cont 'd)