Half-elves Fall in Love

Naia magically dries the clothes washed in the river (I've been thinking about it for a long time but it's clever in weird directions), refreshes and then returns to everyone.

"Are you done talking to me?"

"Mr. Deane."

"Well, I don't ask deeply. Don't just do something dangerous."

It's a little dodgy, but maybe putting up an audio junction is what the eary elves and dragons find out.

I hope he doesn't even find out what he was talking about with the flashing sword...

"I'm sorry. I can't tell you anything other than Mr. Smythson."

Naia puts her hat on her chest and apologizes.

Mr. Deane nodded at Eagle Deep Fried and then laughed bitterly.

"Still, will Andy be the one who can forgive my heart the most? That's a strange thing."

"Huh."

"If it's political, there's me or Sharon. If you're a half elf, Angelos will be the one you can forgive, and if you mean without edge, you can get along with Aurora. If you want to talk about everything from a transcendental perspective, there's a dragon, but for some reason, Andy's the one you're talking to."

"It's... well, is it called a roundabout"

"A patrol? I will not deny that rhetoric. I'd like to ask you a little more deeply, but if you can talk about it, you won't need to tell me anything."

"... excuse me"

"It's just, well... you better watch out for pregnancy. Because we're all magically contraceptive, and it's not applied to you. Whatever. Just tell your sister."

"That's not why I'm keeping it to myself!

... I don't know if I can trust you right now, but that's how I get along with girls.

"You haven't got your hands on it yet, Andy?

"Yes."

"Mr. Smythson, I don't even think it's strong enough to give you a quick answer..."

I had a grudge against Naia. I was seen with my eyes and coughed up.

"... er. Then I've got my hands on it."

"You should get contraception. Pregnancy, childbirth, you can't stop the operation."

Mr Diane says, nibbling. You must know something crazy. I'm not having sex, but I'm having sexual harassment, like.

"So no!

Naia turns bright red and mucky.

I mean, he's mean to me sometime, Mr. Deane, but I guess that means he worried about me.

The construction work is going well using the cooperation of two dragons and some groundbreaking magic (which looks like it to us but has been operating in the Celesta Army's Corps of Engineers for quite some time).

"I'd really like to spend some more people, though how much auga. The dragon did the obvious, and we're a little fresh to support."

"Auga when it comes to hard work" is both the common sense and the limit of the world.

I can't carry anything that I can't carry to Auga by any other means. I'll leave the tightest cousin to the august.

But in the presence of a dragon, it flips.

It's more rigid than an ogre, it reaches higher than an ogre, and it hardly wears out.

It will certainly rarely be that they take all the parts that Auga was in charge of at the construction site and leave it to the details alone.

"Ho ho. Well, it's not because I'm a civil engineering specialist either. It can also be snoring if you try to build it. Then I'll ask you to fix it."

"Deane, I don't think a hundred people is such a jerk."

Gort takes the tools and immerses himself in the work.

"Me, what can I do to help?

"Oh, please can you pump water from the river. It's in the bucket. And if you could just see if Boyd's guy's dead."

... and I'm an architectural amateur with no arm, upper back, or skill. I could only do more chores for chores.

Yeah. Well, the only thing I can say about me being here is that I'm an ordinance to Maia, in short.

At the end of the day's work, Lyla and Mr. Deane took a rest, and we all sat down in the middle of the lumber yard for dinner.

"Does Mr. Deane work here at night?"

"Anyway, if I were Lyla, I'd make as much progress as I made in moving for a long time. Because it's huge and I'm not tired.... at all, a dragon is a frightened creature. If we had ten of these, we could make 100,000 capitals in a year, right?

"Ho. Would you like to try it with some blue lizards next time?

"Dragon capital? Don't have a name in history. Well, it doesn't make any sense without the people who live there."

Thought she might go for more "civil engineering work is not graceful" or something, but Lila seems to like doing construction work with Mr. Deane quite a bit.

"But Andy, wouldn't that be a good job after discharge? I'll build a bridge, a castle, anything in a dragon. That must be a lot of deductions."

Gort, who was burning deer feet beside him, panicked as Mr. Deane flickered through a ceramic cup filled with liquor.

"Or give me a break. Aren't we up for business? If you finish your job at a time like this, if you have one dragon, you will be able to take it all without the difficulty of ordering one city."

"It's a joke.... but Andy. If you don't want to use dragons to fight, you should think about that. Even so, there are limits to one blacksmith's work."

"Ho. It's a quick one."

Lila also drinks and waits for the dish to finish. The cooking number is Aurora.

"You can do it in a little while.... Things were things, so I just had to turn them into a simmering pan."

"What thing... didn't you bring quite a lot of ingredients?

"There weren't many ingredients I used in Sir Goot's mansion. If I had at least some silver fruit, I'd have elaborated on desserts and accompaniments."

"... hold on, Aurora"

A peek into the cooking table (made by Gort in an hour from the lumber) threw in the meat and vegetables that were likely to be put in the pan from one end, leaving anything that wasn't.

Though it was Apple who did the selection of ingredients on departure, this is.

"Think about the ingredients… take the soup with dried fish and cook the meat on a skewer."

"Oh.... there was hardly anything there called cooking with fish, I wondered what was wrong with it"

"No, I know you learn to cook and stick it out, but let's go in the direction of not wasting ingredients!?

"Even if they say that... there's nothing you can do with ingredients you've never dealt with."

... How about that? Really "remember."

I was tempted to do that thinly, but it's a level I can't fully apply or imagine, except for the "learned" dishes.

She's a rich lady. She's a princess.

Besides, the judgment on the unusable is too thoughtful. It's not "Let's do something," it's "It's useless to have, so let's forget it".

Regardless of the august group that has deliberately piled up deer feet as food for themselves, the other noodles become a delicate dinner with only lila's liquor brought into one simmering dish.

I worked hard all day and I'm tired. This is a bit.

...... but I hope I will face being able to cook enough to follow Aurora. Sharon and Almeida won't have much of that kind of mixed culinary skills, and asking Mr. Deane and Lyla to do so is going to be an obstacle to Aurora's pride.

... I'll do it. I can't think of much though.

And when you're ready.

"... well. You still have so much ingredient left."

"Ah, the Great Knight of Lister"

The Great Knight Lister, who emerged from nowhere, opens a cloth bag rolling onto a table or crate and narrows his eyes.

"Actually, Aurora, she couldn't help but remember to cook and use ingredients she'd never used..."

"Hmm.... I like it next to bad and I'm sorry, but I can add a couple of Lian dishes, but can I try it?"

"Lian cooking..."

"The Reich of Lian. Neighbourhood. The western edge of the Oriental Mountains, also interacts deeply with our country. I've stayed many times in the middle of my studies."

When the Great Knight of Lister takes the knife out of his pocket, he cleaves off a number of ingredients with a vibrant hand, shredding it with a pattern, and makes it look like he really enjoys pairing it with a Japanese or a dough.

"I haven't had a chance to cook lately. My men and cooks will do it first if I'm in the stuffing room, and there are many invitations to eat in Rennesto"

"Are you a fun cook?"

"When I was in my hometown, the house was wealthy there. There was no question about the raised meal. but if you climb the Oriental Mountains in training, the food culture is completely different. It was the beginning when I started making dishes that made me want to eat my hometown asexually."

Wipe the knife with a cloth, whirl, and then put it in the pattin and sheath after turning.

He handled the knife too brilliantly to look like a street performer.

Unexpectedly applauded.

He was the Great Knight of Lister, who seemed a little satisfied, but when he delivered the knife to his nostalgia, he looked back a little worried.

"What's wrong with you?

"... no, I'm a little worried that that orga youth isn't here yet"

"Want to come?

"I also put on a few hand exercises at the end of the special training, but I think I'm tired... I didn't decide there would be no demons here, in case there wasn't one"

"Hey... Maia! Boyd, find me!

I rush to give instructions to Maia. Sighing, Maia jumped over the lumber storage yard with a big jump.

... I hear Boyd was usually knocked out of archery.

I thought it was a corpse when Dragonmaia grabbed me and brought me to judgment.

"I'll have it."

Under the most stars everyone decides to have an Aurora & Lister Grand Knight dinner.

Aurora's pot was delicious enough just not to make weird applications, but Lister Grand Knight's Spicy Dumplings were popular with the majority of drinkers.

"Ho ho. This is good liquor athlete."

"Yeah. Pretty good"

"I hear Lian dishes are spicy and hard, but this is quite..."

"Sometimes the taste of the corn can't be drawn out by a badly handled cook. I also thought it was just to bully my tongue until I ate in Lian"

"Wow, that's gourmet, Great Knight Chief. I hear cat beasts have dull tongues."

"How many times can I tell I'm not a cat!

"Hih!?

"... ugh, um. I'm sorry. Annette's idiots often make fun of cats and cats."

Gort being yelled at and freaked out. Apparently, the Great Knight of Lister also became reflexive because he was an ogre.

A group that doesn't drink on the other hand.

"I think I lost..."

Aurora is being beaten.

Aurora and Boyd are reluctant because it's tight liquor that Lila served, and Naia is not good at it, and I was casually wasted by Mr. Deane saying, "Go home and drink slowly," so I hand-held this group.

"You have to study."

"Neither do we, Almeida. I'm not ashamed to be behind men in cooking."

And my relationship with me stopped the two gauntlets from reaching for booze.

"Ki, being a knight has nothing to do with men and women. Chieftain Sharon says things that were anachronistic."

"Are you wearing that collar as a knight?

"... female... slave, though"

"Then if you don't polish the feminine part, Princess Aurora will just leave you? If it's just the attitude of the floor that's the girl, then you might get bored."

"... well, I don't care what you say..."

No, nothing. I wouldn't ask all female slaves for cooking, laundry, sewing women's skills, either.

... Maybe we can't all beat Selene or Oregano.

"I want to do chores with women, suh. When I had kids, I asked them which one to cook for my dad or my mom... eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh"

As always, a happy Boyd drooling over Betta Betta's delusions.

And Naia is subtly distancing herself from getting mixed up in the story.

Well, you don't want to mess up the place by saying that peaceful skills don't suit you, or that you're going to die eventually, as usual.

but.

"Naia.... good stuff, you ate all over here"

"Oh, yes... right"

"The Great Knight of Lister wants to eat something good on his own, so he starts cooking."

"... ha"

Naia hands on the hat like she's a little confused.

"Do you have someone in your hometown who wants to feed you good food?

I don't have to hunt him down, I don't have to let him go in the usual direction.

"... I want to feed everyone, something delicious. Above all, I don't want you to argue about food."

"Right.... Then we need to practice making good things."

"And what is this..."

"What, do you even bother abducting cooks over here and taking them on brave orders?

"I won't do that..."

"Then if you can't make it, you can't pass it on. How good is there over here and what you thought you wanted to feed everyone in your hometown"

"... forceful"

Naia lowers her hat.

"Naia.... you can't leave everything to people. I have to tell myself what I want to tell you."

…………

"Your hands aren't just about waving a sword. I can hold someone's hand or make something out of it. Your voice is not meant to speak of your duty as a brave man. I can tell you any heart. Those legs can go anywhere, anybody can go see them. Don't forget that. I guess you've lived this far to make someone happy. I guess I've been kept alive. Being a brave man is only a fraction of the way you do it."

"... and"

"Well, it's mostly for sale."

I stroked Naia's head from the top of my hat.

"So.... do a lot of things with one thing. Don't give up. Dying for someone means doing everything you can and still dying looking for something you can do. Even if I did something for someone, so I'm convinced what I did, dying is ultimately dying for me."

"Huh..."

"... hey, you've preached weird"

The perimeter gaze that gathers on me. Weirdly embarrassed, I take my hands off Naia.

Boyd shrugged.

"... you're out."

"What is it!

When I realized my ears were red and angry, puff, my surroundings blew out.

There was no follow-up from anyone on the question of what. Everybody knows, but I told them so.

(cont 'd)