Half-elves Fall in Love

"Uh... lumbar rattling... Smythson, ten chiefs and four of us can do fine with each other..."

"Haha, well, just so you know, I may not be able to battle right now either..."

"Enough working out!

"Almeida... you fainted for the second time and left it all to the other three..."

The morning after the orgy.

The Gauntlet Quadruple, who sat solidified at a super long table in the dining room at Celesta Mansion, was exchanging last night's thoughts with Bosoboso in a slightly sloppy outfit.

You're looking at that a little further away. It takes me, Mr. Pong and Mr. Hilda's hand from behind.

"What do you think, actually? Oh, shit. Pretty much a general exercise, but no muscle or joint pain?

"You don't have any particularly conscious symptoms."

I would temporarily shortness of breath if I waved my hips just as hard, but there's not much like tiredness pulling off later.

"That's the other way around me. I'm pretty sure I can do that without a three-day break if I'm in combat or intelligence, but I can't have sex more than once a day."

"Wow."

Special Agent Becker, a hundred men, has been elbowing on the opposite shoulder of Mr. Hilda.

...... I mean, naturally I came into the conversation, and maybe yesterday's arr also managed to peek.

"Becker, you're a human being, and you're already forty years old, and your strength is pretty amazing."

"Ma, I do want to leave the front line of my physical battle to the backward when I get to this age. While Kingfisher and Vincent are on active duty, there's no way I'm getting older than them."

"Vincent is that overnight"

"That, Scott Vincent. Mine was strong at all when I was about a bee. You son of a bitch."

Alongside Sir Bonaparte in the trot, the symbolic presence of the Celesta Merchant National Army, Overnight.

On the other hand, Special Agent General Scott Vincent is called "King of Electric Light" or "Sword of Celesta" and is one of the most feared warriors on the continent.

Special Agent Becker, who casually calls it off and insists that he was stronger.

Sure, I'm a master night at how I saw that strength, but it's amazing again, I think.

"Was General Vincent past forty too? Whatever it is, it's an org, so I think it's time to fade."

Remember to get hooked on Mr. Hilda's way of saying it and listen back.

"Because it's an orga?

"Yeah, the Auga age a little faster than humans and beasts. So far, they say it's the shortest subrace in life."

"... well"

I get a little lonely when I hear that.

I'm not a long-lived species either. If it comes from elves and dragons, they'll grow old as soon as they feel sorry for them.

Though I'm not very dissatisfied with it.

Shorter than that...... I'm sure Gort and Isaac will die of aging a lot sooner than me, too, I guess.

"Some people are like Arthur Bonaparte in the world. Whereas it's still weak when it's sixty, it's stronger with new eyeballs."

"Uh... there's an exception to everything."

Far-eyed Special Agent Becker Hundred and Mr. Hilda laughing bitterly.

Well, I really don't think that old man is too helpful when talking about race theory.

"I'm heading to Catalina now. It seems that this time Catalina is packed with Gold Arm Great Knight Lister Jail. Unlike at the time of the Great Invasion, Catalina is not deployed in combat, but it remains almost demographically unchanged, as farmers who plow or pasture during the period up to autumn also enter. Don't be too full of it just because it's a city you know what you're doing."

Copy that.

I salute Mr. Deane's teachings back to all the SWAT.

Well, I can't deny it was a bit sloppy and flavorful wherever I've been lately.

"It's time for us to train and stuff."

"No, I was totally skipping it, because it's just the Cairon Ten Chief. Me and Rants used to practice shooting for once."

"Seriously. Well done."

"There were Isaac Hundred and Williams Hundred in Polka, and I feel weird pressure playing with you."

"... I didn't think Rants and Goats were such touches."

"The only one in the army who can live that far in Freedom is the ten Chiefs of Cairon"

They said the three peaceful men in our unit enjoyed the polka very much.... I somehow regret that I've been quite busy.

"Boyd, I don't think you're off special training."

"Also, su of course. All I had to do was date and hunt..."

"I'll tell you when I get to Catalina. If you were weaker than you were before winter, you'd triple your basic training."

"Hih."

Angelos had long been in Ghost Instructor mode.

Travel smoothly with Lyla and Maia wings.

Exactly the snow still lingers, but quite a bit more southern Catalina than polka was already a sign of spring.

"I was contacted yesterday by correspondence magic, so I thought it would be time to come"

The Great Knight of Lister welcomes me.

"Communication magic?... If it's in Celesta, we can spare more than half of Feilong's flights."

"Tell Alec. Best of all, it's one of the few military advantages in the country. Don't give up."

Mr. Deane and the Great Knight of Lister send a bitter laugh.

In today's world, the means of communication as well as travel are slow. I'm counting on a message and a letter.

If communication magic is passed on to countries, something slightly revolutionary will happen, but it is also about bringing transmission loss and time difference to unlimited zero if used militarily, and I can easily imagine the terrible tactical, strategic power.

The battlefield that interferes with it and intercepts it will surely not know the wax.

If the development battle for such means begins, it will also reduce operational reliability within Renfangas by patrolling it. Even where it has nothing to do with war, it means that the chances of being swapped for false information are no longer zero.

So come on, I won't let you leak it to the outside... That's the reason Tess, the user, taught me.

"Instead, even Renfangas can have a Feilong. There must be some subspecies in the Oriental Mountains."

"I've had a few plans before, but unlike your kind, I'm not familiar with them. A couple of breeders have been pathetic. Neither can Afilm or Celesta give me eggs under realistic conditions. It's not that big of an actual hauling power, and it's not worth the risk, so it just disappears."

"Oh, boy. Are the struggles mutual?"

"Not at all."

Celesta with Feilong, Renfangas with a genius of magical creation.

I want a means of communication that covers one or a large part of the national territory, and I want a means of reconnaissance that is safe and wide-ranging.

There's no way we can replace each other nicely.

"That's good. There's been a lot of reports, but first you need to calm down before you do."

"Got it. Thank you for the welcome."

Our room is almost intact. It's a flavor of dragons, and I guess it's only natural because I don't know when I'll be back.

Still, I knew it wouldn't stay comfortable after a while.

"It sounds dusty, that's right. I guess it's cleaning today."

"I'll wash the cloth."

"Rants, goats, you mops."

"Uh."

Cairon orders me. The two look disgusted.... I'm an early soldier to be great, but I'm too sidelined.

"No, wait a minute, Cairon. What are you doing?"

"Huh? Let's get a little sunny..."

No, boss. Excellent here.

All of these guys.

"Gort helps women pack! Rants and Cairon are mops!

"Uh."

The three of them looked disgusted by my amendment order. Oh, my God, that would be reasonable.

"Smythson, what do the ten chiefs do?"

... there it is.

"... even around to say hello to Mr. Deane"

"Work for you too!

Cairon's jumping kick flew in.

Don't jump to the height of your eyes at the neck of an underactive fox.

Well, cleaning itself isn't that big of a job.

Almost finished by lunch, rendezvous with everyone in the women's room in the aisle near the roof.

... It was not suitable for gathering because there was still snow on the roof.

"I've been given rations."

"Distribution...... Even in battle."

"No, the mayor and the stuffing people said 'for lunch'... I don't know what to say if it wasn't rations"

"... well, rations"

There are also shops in Catalina, which function as a town and now normally distribute both food and alcohol. Paying for it would be a muscle if you wanted it.

Still, the least you can do is spin the food over here, which means you're in the army.

There's plenty of soup in the bamboo (kame) that Boyd brought in the rear car, and freshly baked bread that's not hard in the crate. There were also meat dishes and pickles in another jar, a few but also liquor jars.

"Oh ho, unparalleled luxury of autumn"

Rants rubs hands and rejoices.

"Well, it's normal."

"You can't just eat it all without restraint during a major invasion that's been out of circulation for a month, hey."

Naris and Tetes secure their share in each one.

I also saw the sagging of this city with a hint of bread warmth and soup.

Yes, this isn't just a fort. It's a "city" for Lenfangus to still make and live food.

I can't even always just say "not the other way around".

Eat, drink and live producing all sorts of delicious things.

This city has never given up being such a normal city.

"Quickly, from the demons, we need to take back the earth beyond..."

"What a sudden"

Special Agent Becker gave me a surprise look, but I'll stop making wild explanations.

…………

Naia also grips the bread, nodding with uncut eyes somewhere.

"... Yep. As much as you eat, you want to have fun until you're satisfied, don't you guys?"

"Naia."

"If this one and Carlwin connect, it's bound to come true.... No, I'm afraid I'm not talking about 'people over here' like Mr. Smythson said, I'm talking about Carlwin."

"No, that's important, isn't it?

"... Yep"

Naia spurned the bread and smiled like a child, looking very delicious.

(cont 'd)