"Lentomia, what do you mean?

"Now I think I heard you being my daughter-in-law..."

"You heard wrong, didn't you?

The three daughters who come to recommend the mysterious "Elf Marriage Information Magazine" have asked with a frozen faceless look.

All the beautiful beauties are high elves. Ears pointy on white, clear skin. Her hair was slightly greener blonde, and her impressive emerald green eyes.

Everyone will breathe in its beauty once they see it.

However, the personality and contents seem to be somewhat difficult.

"I am bound by strong ties, friendship with Greg."

Lentomia said it again, keeping her arms tangled in me.

"Sure friendship is deep, but daughter-in-law...... is it!?

"If you're a man and a woman, you're married by the currents, but what do you call me and Greg? Tied together in strong bonds. Now you're not wrong."

Say it with straight-eyed eyes without straying. Sounds like I said something good and not wrong. It ends badly because I fall into such an illusion.

"Uh-huh."

Biki! and the surrounding space sounded like a crack.

Is it meant to be a Lentomian joke (...)? But it seemed like a shock to the daughters of a serious looking high elf.

Make him give up his persistent solicitation. Maybe that was what Lentomia was after, but a later festival.

"Oh my God......!

"I mean, Lentomia, you are."

"He wants to be tied to this man......!?

Screaming and sighing and. The next cold gaze that pierces me is pointed at me.

On her beautiful face, pity, anger, and even contempt float.

"It's a misunderstanding! Me and Lentomia are indeed bound by a strong bond! But it's because it's a magical master relationship. Master and disciple can't extremes the essence of magic without a strong bond! That's an elf tribe familiar with magic. You know that, don't you?

The first time we met, it was also true that you did have romantic feelings. Because there were times when I thought I was a "girl" about Lentomia. Hmmm...... I miss you.

"You're probably right."

"Right. It fits more or less."

"Wow!?

Fairy Metius unleashes extra cover fire.

"Because that's what I'm talking about. I am happy as I am now. Go home, go home."

Lentomia settled one case with this. I guess I thought these elf daughters would give up and go home.

But I still don't know. Their no-go angry spearhead started pointing this way.

One trembles his lips and one holds his fists in both hands hard in front of his chest.

"There are fewer men from elf society and a few starfrosts. I didn't know the culprit was here."

"There's no point in not stopping this from happening."

"Are we going to take our future?"

"Huh!?

"I didn't think Sage would even seduce men."

"Give it back. Hope for our future."

"Lentomia, you are the blood of an excellent high elf."

A high elf that dwells in its body by birth of magic. Sensing to its spiritual fluctuations, the trees in the surrounding woods began to twitch.

A little bird escapes, and a wave stands on the lake.

"Oh, calm down. Let's talk… yes, let's talk. Dialogue is important first. Um, why is a man so good in need of Lentomia?

Lift up your glasses at your fingertips and listen to them first, disguised as calm.

Then, grab Lentomia's thin neck with your hand and peel it off.

You thought your opponent was too excited about the boulder, too, one breath.

"Sorry, I'm so excited."

"Speaking of which, not yet..."

"I didn't name it"

In a courtesy, the three daughters named their names.

The leader's wavy long-haired daughter, Arrayzel.

Poor semi-long straight daughter, Effertus.

A manly berry short daughter, Karena Domia.

It sounds like an elf. They each make sense in Elf. By the way, the face is three co-aesthetically diverse and has no distinctive features, so I decided to distinguish it by the hairstyle.

"High Elves have a very long life"

"There are also many human men who come to us"

Effertus' disgust is also revealing.

"We are an excellent pureblood species. Blood scratches are the way to weakening the species."

"Isn't that too much to say about filth? You're going to deny all the half-elf of the mixed blood."

"Yes, from our pureblood clan, it's all inferior."

"... you may be pure blood, but you are distorted"

Unexpectedly, I argue.

Beginning with the Kingdom of Methanostat, there are many half-elves like Lentomia living around the world. Plus there are usually people with thick human side blood called "quarter elves," like Hemperoza and Narulu who work in a magic workshop.

It's the same thing that insults my precious Hemperoza. If we're not going to talk, we'll still have to welcome you home.

But I didn't seem to understand much of what I said to them.

Karenadria said with a small neck, "What are you talking about? Create a surprising look."

"It is not distorted. We are a species created and consecrated by the Creator at the same time as the creation of the world. God loves and blesses us, which is why we are so long in life, so clear in our brains, so rich in magic."

Aresel looks up to heaven and speaks with eyes like a fever.

"Well, I'm kind of scared,"

Fairy Metius sits on his shoulder and shrugs his neck.

"If you're right, even Lentomia is a dirty half-elf?

"No, Lentomia, we've investigated your origins. Our chief, the blood of the old high elf, the blood of the righteous Lentria Ardelhein family... Even though there was some mixing of human blood, he said that you were also the prince of the old kingdom off the west. Then there's no problem."

"That's why, as a brilliant wizard, you're recognized in this new (...) Shiki Kingdom."

"Pleasure. It is only within our standards."

Smile at Nicole and reach out to Lentomia.

"... throw me out in front of a house just for the sick and the old, out of the village."

Lentomia said away with a look as if she could admire even the enemy.

That was the first tragic childhood I revealed.

I put my hand on Lentomia's shoulder and moved on a step forward.

"I don't think I need to hear any more stories. Could you pick it up?

Well, how do we get rid of it?

Continued