Half-elves Fall in Love

I had Angelos wash it in the hot spring and it was refreshing.

"I'm going to my mother's, but who's following me?

I'll rub my modest tits from behind in the dressing shed (but they're pretty soft, so I'm fun) and interrupt Aurora's change, while I ask the face on the spot.

... naturally, and so on, everyone but the big tits blue dragon group raises their hands.

Wait, wait, wait.

"I can't help pushing them all, Peter can't take them, so either way, they're gonna bring them to the polka."

"But Andy, I'd like to go out and say hello in good faith, if I can.... you're Andy's mother, aren't you? The first is the key."

"First impressions are important."

Angelos and Aurora (the task of wearing clothes while holding my rubbing hand has completely stopped) remind me that speaking of which, most girls are new to each other.

Is it just Maia and Selene, Almeida... what my mother knows so far?

"I can't possibly not go, as a responsible person"

"Er. And as the attending physician for all the female slaves, I can't pass either. -?

"Ho ho. It's bad for the heart to hide the fact that dragons have two heads, etc."

"Don't let the Arcus woman be considered disrespectful..."

... for this minute, everyone would want to follow me for some reason even if I asked the other kids.

Well, it's natural that you want to remember your mother better...

Even if we have a good relationship, my family hates me and I get kicked out as a result, what a common story in marriage.

And my only official father-in-law, except Peter, is now my mother.

Conversely, you can say that as long as you have a good relationship with your mother, your anxiety will almost go away.

... well before that, there is a problem that if I can handle a situation where these two-handed, two-toed fingers are not enough female slaves... so I can only manage to follow up on that.

"So if we all go, you'll think your mother's a thing! I'm not, and I'm asking Folklore if there's anything else I can do for you!

This time my hands will never rise.

... Well, Volkrole is the least connected to Celesta and Renfangas in the trot's three largest cities.

Face the inn and stop asking the girls this again...... and go straight to Almeida, who was having breakfast, with a pinpoint.

"Almeida. Come here for a second."

"... what is it? Not since this morning."

"I'm going to my mother's, so get ready. It's not like you don't need it that way either."

Almeida has a decent edge on Forklore at our house, almost the only person.

You probably know someone over there... and speaking of which, you're doing some business with the Duke of Gardner. I think it would be necessary to report or confirm such a thing.

Even if it means contact with your mother, it's most reasonable.

"Dear Lord Marie, may I..."

But Almeida shrugs something out with the bumps when she blushes.

"... never... son... my will... slave..."

By analogy from a word that sounds fragmentary,... I mean, it seems like all I've got is a greeting to my mother in my eyes like Angelos or something.

"... of course I see my mother, but there's other business or something?

"Well, what do you say, Marie, what do you give priority to?"

"No, I thought you promised Duke Gardner something. Like confirming it or making progress."

"... it's... um, and I'm not the one who can suddenly push in and talk to you at such an irregular time, and that's again sooner or later"

Something turned me down.

... In fact, you'd be particularly busy when you're Duke of Gardner among the trot nobles, and I guess that's the truth.

"... I was wondering if I'd stop bringing you too"

"Why!?

Well, still, only Almeida is for you.

...... Tetes (I still want my mother to like me the most) and Naris (I want to see Folklore) also wanted to come, but that one is rejected. Rather, I realized it would be fairer not to take him outside of Almeida (and, Maia).

I don't have time for another relaxing sightseeing, so I'll see you next time.

"Almeida. I want the collar removed or hidden if possible"

"What are you saying?"

Ask Almeida to sit next to each other in the carriage, but Almeida looks suspicious.

The outfit is not armored or anything else, but rather knightly in plain colour, with a bright impression of approximate clothing.

... I mean, I've seen the clothes themselves the other day when I moved, so maybe they were accommodated by Aurora at some point.

And it's cold in Maia's carriage (naturally, it's winter, and it's not well airtight), so it's in the shape of two shoulders together.

Almeida grips the collar as if it were some important deposit.

"If I take this off, Lord Marie will misunderstand. Oh, well... what an explanation."

"Oh my God."

"It's about you and me.... heh, if you two go see each other alone and tell them you're going to have your child... Lord Marie is definitely determined to think of me as a bride..."

It's bright red.

No, no, no. Something's going on. I think I'm slipping diagonally.

"Let's solve your misunderstanding first. First, Maia's coming with me."

"... ugh, um. But Maia looks a lot younger than us... if we're bad, me and you are a couple, and Maia can't say she's the daughter..."

Chibi Maia suddenly appears scratching into Almeida, who is strangely delusional.

"To be called Andy's daughter, it's just a little me, big"

"You're not there, Maia!

If she was my age and Maia's age, she'd have had someone conceived in a rotten teen!

... No, well, the story is wrong.

Restore your mind.

"And I have no intention of saying that the female slaves are not like the brides. No, it's hard under trot law."

"... be"

"If you ever get a chance like that, you can go to Celesta or Elf Territory and all the female slaves have their weddings"

Actually, my book is in Trotto, so it wouldn't make any legal sense.

I'm not going to keep the women who are royal nobles, who do everything for me, who declare that they accept porn cousins at all times, and who say they want to have children too, as something less than "daughter-in-law".

In that sense, Almeida is rightly my bride.

"Diane is something else..."

"No, Mr. Deane can come in, too."

"... ho, are you really going to treat me... like that? Soon, in front of Lord Marie...?

"At least I am."

"... you're gonna have a hard time. I don't know what to say to myself, but I'm... hard to handle"

"No, I think it's probably easier to handle the top female slaves of today"

"Become, based on what"

Grab and mouth Almeida's chin, which looks a little rotten.

With the wind cut and winged Maia feathers, and the roaring wind sounds of some clearance in the carriage, Almeida and each other's lips rub together a little bit as they crawl.

… continue in full, about two minutes.

"... this kind of kiss, right around the corner that melts"

"Ha... ahhh... you mean there's a female slave who can't be wasted doing this..."

"No, pretty much everyone will be happy... but there's no one else who's more annoyed than you when you haven't even got your tongue in."

"... before you go to Lord Marie... will you calm this palpitation...?

"My mother's gonna smell like squid."

"... it's troubling..."

"Well, that's why I don't really care..."

No, why are you persuading me to...?

"Yes, and remove the collar."

"Yes, I don't like it.... in the present context, I still don't want to take it off... I want to teach Lord Marie without shame that I have sold my body and mind to you..."

"No, what if I poke that kind of shocking fact at my mother and she graduated before she came to the polka!?

"Is it enough that I'm going to be your bride?"

"It has nothing to do with the fact that I know someone who is happy to be collared by their son in front of me. Come because they are having a child with another person, what an easy world for a trot to understand!

Nanicole exactly when it comes to words.

"Besides, you've been calling cat beasts regularly for child making and trying to use the Blue Dragon with your sex partner..."

"... I can handle it because there's a spirit fountain for me to fall in polka"

I'm starting to feel like I can't help myself.

Folklore is farther than the king's capital, but not as far away as Basson.

Maia was also able to arrive smoothly for the second time already.

"Where is the island where my mother lived..."

A number of artificial islands float in the river, Folklore, also known as the Water City.

I arrived before with the help of all the gendarmes. But I only went there once.

"It should have been Island XVIII. Follow me."

... Speaking of which, there was a guy who lived there for years.

"I remember, so long as I could fly with my dragon body, I would have been right there."

Maia was also a race with better memory than humans. but well, I don't like Maia's offer.

As Almeida walks, she stands out.

When I lived there, I dressed up as an adventurer (almost synonymous with Gorotsuki) with plain armor to be discreet, hiding my ears with simple phantoms, so much so that I could avoid them in faraway windings...... Now Almeida stays out of the insecurity of not wanting to stay long, or I also keep my ears visible with dignity. On top of that, the clothes were given away by Aurora, so it's a little beautiful, and my skin and hair are slippery and shiny at my recent polka residence.

Whether it's Wang Du or Folklore, the Lower Town Lady doesn't take baths every day. It was only natural for Almeida to look radiant when she did it.

... Once Maia is a bit more stylish, she can't beat the material... I haven't been very attentive to anything but hair decorations yet.

"Oh, you... aren't you Almeida the spear"

A middle-aged man on the verge of making a mistake in the alley speaks to Almeida.

"... oh, the key crushing volaire. Long time no see."

"No, no, it's been about a year? I didn't see it, but were you on an adventure somewhere?

"Let's make some money for Renfangas."

"... I feel like I'm a lot richer. Renfangas and no, even in that gauntlet nights?

"Exactly. I have it taken care of."

"Ha, that's awesome. No, no, isn't it strange if I say it on merit? That's what I said... as long as I envy you. Have a drink next time."

Kississi, and a laughing middle-aged man.

You seem to know a lot about Almeida. Well, Almeida also applied properly to the authorities to register as an adventurer, so I wasn't hiding it.

"Of which...... oh Andy. He is a labyrinth adventurer volaire. He's an expert who snuck into Dragon Palace."

"Don't tell me, if I can get on top, I'll get caught. So, what do you mean a lot with Almeida...... Andy?

Mr. Volaire glances at Almeida's neck.

Andy Smythson. A collar with my name firmly in it.

"... uh, what kind of relationship...?

Mr. Volaire looks down on me too....... normal mid-twenties. My arms and neck aren't that thick, and I don't look very smart, strong, or rich.

Yeah. That would be a lot of ideas coming to mind.

"It's hard to explain... being a female slave. He's my husband..."

"Hey!?

Block Almeida's mouth with his hands, which he began to explain with dignity.

Maia quickly nods chops at Mr. Boreil, who is stunned.

Sadly catches Kakun and where he falls, quickly screening with a phantom while dragging him to the shadows.

"Hey, what are you doing!?

"'Cause you're gonna say something else!

"Explain it properly and you'll understand!

"We're not here to spread the word, we're here to bring your mother!

This guy is gone. Read some air.

I managed to get to my mother's apartment.

"I hope he hasn't moved."

"I wouldn't move that often"

Almeida contracts. Even in time, the workplace fish market peaks in the morning. It's already a good time this afternoon, so if you're not out shopping, you should be there.

Knock.

"Yes."

Nostalgic voice.

... After all, when I hear this voice, my emotions get a little messy.

I miss that happy childhood, and I feel like I'm back unexpectedly.

"It's me. It's Andy, Mother."

"Well."

I heard a chatter and the sound of unlocking, and my mother turned up.

"You're here again.... Almeida, you too!

We're out of time, Lord Marie.

"If you'd let me know in advance by letter, I'd have prepared about tea and sweets... it'd be cold, come inside"

"No, Mother.... Just for a second, okay?

My mother leans her neck to the tone of my voice.

A little nervous.

"... I have a grandson, my mother's.... to see you, come?

"What... ho... really?

"I was born, last fall. Peter... name him Father. I'm growing them in polka now..."

"At the polka... it's not that far away, it's not going to be easy..."

"No, I can go right away."

Apparently, my mother didn't entirely believe the story that even the dragon was my female slave.

"Hey, come here."

When I transformed my dragon into Maia with a slightly wider back, my mother fell in one shot.

"Mother!?

"Oh, Andy, hold that one! Treat with Polka Spirit Springs!

"... hey, Dear Andy... I wonder if they would say this is abduction or something"

"Well, hello!

Carry your mother with Almeida and put her on a carriage Maia has collected from the suburbs.

... I didn't have to be so hasty, I just got distracted from seeing something that surprised me, so well you should let me sleep normally, it was after I took off.

(cont 'd)