Half-elves Fall in Love Chapter 574

Published at 29th of June 2022 07:07:50 AM

My name is Charles Grants.

A week has already passed since I came to this polka.

Transportation is inconvenient, but the cost of accommodation is the price of a rural town, and considering that this is an attractive land pattern that already outweighs many tourist destinations in the country, it can even be described as broken.

It's a day trip to the entrance, but I can also get into the elf forest (I have to be recommended by the baron or the chief of the clan, but in my case I got a quick stroke thanks to my uncle's letter) and I can also get into their deep culture. It is also true, he said, of the effect of the Spirit Springs of hosting the miracle of healing.

I don't really feel like drinking that water because I am healthy.

If you hear a bunch of raw stories about people recovering from serious illness and old wounds here, and see with this eye that they are incredibly healthy that they were once disabled, you can't laugh at it with frowning spit.

He also said there is another city along the southwest Son Snake Mountains.

"Why didn't you take the route to your town when it was far from the mountains to Polka?"

It makes my mouth pointy, but Andy Smythson, who taught me that, laughed bitterly.

"That's a little bit of a town where special people live. About half the residents still don't speak Trot satisfactorily"

"... Celestans... Isn't that right?"

"Celesta's the same word as Trot."

"So it's an elf"

"Elves have forests. There's no reason to jump out and build a town that far, is there?

"... the riddle must be nasty."

"Ha. Do you have any ingredients to hit? I mean, you probably don't know what you're talking about."

……

I also have experience studying in the Southern Great Plains and intend to see and hear widely. It's not funny how people just say, "I'm sure you won't believe it with your narrow look."

"The Karlwinians immigrated a few years ago. Some of them are in this polka, but the majority gathered there."

"... Carlwin? This is a country I've never heard of...... immigration? To the trot?"

Shit. I really didn't know.

But foreign forces immigrated to the trot? I wonder what the hell that means.

"I knew you'd never heard of it. I'm getting pretty famous around Renfangas..."

"Hey, Renfangas?

The story flew to the outrageous again.

"Thou hast intertwined with the Great Sword Saint, with the Elf Realm, and with the Predecessor... that, he hath spoken of adventure"

"Yeah. Well, that's it. The reason this city became a city where the elves and celestas interacted. But then there was the adventure of Renfangas, Demon Land, and even Lapard."

"... longer?

Honestly, I think about half of the stories earlier were like spitting on a frown and listening, but they have a continuation to the very absurd story.

"... I don't know if that's what Grants Hundred Talks about, I wouldn't tell you at all"

"I know he's an uncle with a lot of secret work..."

"What I said is more or less, if you ask the Hundred Grants, you can take the back. He's involved in all sorts of places."

To be honest, I sometimes think my serious uncle might question my sanity to confirm what this man has said to my uncle.

It's quite an interesting story if you think it's a fabrication, in fact, so much so that by writing down and presenting what I hear as an adventure story, I'm passively trying to ascertain whether it's true or not from the echoes.

Though I also checked with Arthur Bonaparte nearby after drinking, given his character, I can't deny the possibility that he is in charge of me with Mr. Smythson.

But after a few days or so of boring (soldering) in this mild suspicious darkness, I have come to feel that a kind of truth of journalism is also here.

No matter how hard you try to get behind it, sometimes a reporter gets grabbed for fake truths.

You may also have to move forward knowing that even if that is true, if it is too absurd, you will not believe it.

Sensations are similar to jokes.

Perhaps I will be the first to find out the truth and be known as a great seeker who has informed the world.

Or maybe you'll go on a journey and spread the word, but you'll still be named a rare clown (out of your mind) who swallows fiction and makes a fuss.

Oh, I know. What a little man I am.

I want to be told my name in perfect honor in the afterlife, but I never thought I'd be lost.

"Well, if you want to see it, I'll make it convenient. Grants, he's the nephew of a hundred men."

"Convenient… but you would be a blacksmith"

I refrained from continuing to say that she was a huge woman.

In his story, he decides that only in terms of his relationship with women is credible enough.

Let the adorable elf daughters involved in the middle of the adventure be honored and, on top of that, they have a few different children of their mothers in their approval...... because if it was a fabrication, the daughters they were with couldn't have been heard in the face.

As a result of listening to his reputation almost every week on this, I can also see from the fact that everyone's ratings were almost identical. I thought she had been stolen, and an elf man seriously persuaded me of his dangers.

There's nothing loco about stepping into someone else's training ground, so I got away with it right away, but if you think about it, if you talk to him closely, you don't feel you could have taken the backing when it comes to adventure talks.

How the hell can you fool a woman so much when you don't even think of her as an aristocratic muscle figure and her face is mediocre to the extent that I seem somewhat hotter? I would just like to ask for teaching on behalf of the people on that point.

Forget that.

"Grange... it's a long walk to the new city, isn't it? This demon is well cleaned by all kinds of forces, so Nojuku is safe, but there's a ride."

"I'm ashamed that other people's horses are a little bad at it."

I thought you meant to lend me the horse exactly, but Mr. Smythson laughed and waved his hand beside the patter.

"Not a horse, not a horse.... Right, sure... Emma! There he is!"

"Yes."

When Mr. Smythson raised his voice a little higher, a beautiful girl jumped staggering from nowhere.

Since this is in front of his mansion, was it waiting even on the roof that he would come out as soon as he was called? I was a little excited to see you appear as if you were an Eastern spy.

"If you're free, will you escort him to Grange?"

"Okay."

Feels like a 14-15 year old silver-haired girl who probably doesn't leak and obeys Mr. Smythson's words with promise.

"You can take me with you, 'cause we're all so loud these days when we leave the polka"

'Cause you're gonna do something dangerous right away. "

Mr Smythson said that what he saw felt like a moderate young man...... no. Should it be called middle-aged? It is, but is it surprisingly iron free?

Well, I'm also a tough guy with some curiosity and a lot of dangerous feelings.

"Grange also has Herman and Naia. You can leave the guidance to them."

"When you get over there, say hello"

I'm a young man too, but would you ask a girl like this for a lift or something by herself? No, I don't have any obnoxious feelings, but I guess it's just a little defenseless. He likes women all the time, so maybe he has nothing but to ask a woman.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Charles Grants and I am the nephew of Gilbert Grants..."

"Introduction is fine. I've pretty much figured out what you've done since you've been in this city."

Oh, my God. Could I have been in thermal sight before I knew it?

"I'm Emma. He's the one who serves Master Andy."

"Serve..."

I never thought I would serve a blacksmith... but Miss Angelina was also the maid of the blacksmith.

"Shall we go now?"

Miss Emma stepped off the road once again and stepped out onto the snowfield, wondering if she had controlled me with her hands in a hurry to follow her...... suddenly, a giant silver dragon appeared in front of her.

"Wow!?

"Get on...... no, you don't even have to put it on your back if you're alone"

The silver dragon picks me up unconstitutionally and takes off.

"Oh, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow"

All I have is too pitiful a voice.

But it's a dragon. Nor is that a flying dragon as Celesta uses it. A real big dragon grabs himself and flies through the sky. There's no way I can stay calm.

The Black Dragon flew out of the sky when I came to this polka.

I heard later that it was carrying every visitor to this city by carriage, and that the dragon itself assisted Mr. Smythson in his adventure, but I can't believe another dragon appeared just to carry one of my horses to the city for two days.

"You should be meditating on your eyes. You'll be there in a little while."

The voice echoing from the dragon did belong to Miss Emma.

I closed my eyes and did as I said, thinking the roots of my teeth didn't fit.

Even with the knowledge that dragons are not stupid beasts, if you look at those giant jaws, you can't help but imagine a future where they will eat you.

Closing my eyes all the time, the time in the air was really passing quickly.

The city called Grange was much bigger than Polka.

Beautifully planned townships are geometrically beautiful to fall in love with, and you're likely to forget that this is the city with the special circumstance of massive immigration.

"Is something wrong?... Emma because of her physique?

"It's time to start discerning dragons outside of size.... Herman, this is Andy's guest, Gilbert Grants' nephew, Charles Grants. He was interested in this grange."

"Grants. Oh, that Grants. Do you use swords?

"Oh, no..."

A young man named Herman, who welcomed him, offered his hand to me with a slightly lighter smile on his slightly grossly impressed face.

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"Ah, ha... it's Charles"

"I'm Herman Kidd. This is the city's security captain. Let's get along."

"... right"

"Herman. I'm telling you, don't forget to be polite. This isn't Carlwyn, but in a new place you deserve to have a new tradition..."

"The princess is the only one who stinks of preaching. It's good enough to be friendly to the visitors of the Visiting Mountain."

"... you have been too badly affected since you came to the outside world"

Miss Emma sighs and nods as she looks like a dragon.

"Speak up on your way home. You can cross the day."

"Oh..."

"That's okay, I feel like a dragon, so take it exactly as you say. I just want to be praised by Smythson's guy, not you."

"Ha ha..."

Without awakening the fear of the dragon, he will walk through the city of Grange, shouldered by a strangely familiar man.

... absurd, huh?

Was I just trying to cut and throw away that Mr. Smythson adventure story by trying to protect myself… my common sense, my world?

That's right.

Maybe it was an unknown escape.

When you say it's a fabrication, a fairy tale, a joke... "insanity" tramples on the worldview you've created is minimized.

I can be meant to be "intelligent" who knows a lot more about things than people.

But there's no way that knowledge is information. It is not something you can choose to throw away to turn away from the facts and protect the old and fragile foundations.

... the punchy experience of being transported to the dragon woke me up. The truth is, here it is.

"Sa, this is central square. Over there is the administrative building with the princess. Even the princess of the diaspora is trying to live in a luxurious toco, so it's a good surface skin. Why there's a park over there, why there's a new specialty, the Grange branch in Lyndon, the bunker. Delicious?"

"Oh, um... I don't really know how that exile happened in the first place either."

"Why not? Didn't Grants tell you about that area? I just thought it was time to become famous in Trot..."

"I don't know. I mean, I just found out a month ago that this neighborhood was being treated like an autonomous community."

I decided on my stomach.

At Mr. Smythson's, I was inclined and upside-down, but now it's time for me to properly burn the truth here into my eyes and put it together in a book.

"Tell me. What happened before this place was born?"

Heard from his mouth on the square bench, that's the story of a quaint kingdom of destiny not even in the novel, and the "brave men" who defend it, and the "brave men" but who showed the courage to destroy the wrong country.

"We didn't all believe it. Happiness is somewhere, and there's no way I can conveniently get there... the world is Plamai Zero, you know. There are still about half of them in that valley who cling to the land that Shobo gave me because they thought so.... but I put out what I can get anywhere, and maybe I deserve it, but the rules just change, and you could get as much happiness as you want."

"... what does that mean?

"Carlwin was a country of jokes. I couldn't choose who I would be. Die as a poor man or else be eaten by demons as brave men. A few things also put me on death row right away. I couldn't freely make a child, and I couldn't raise him as my own. You know why? Because I might eat it when I starve. I lived in such a rule in a land that was lean, withered and unable to harvest properly"

"... unimaginable is this"

"But now what it will be...... it's not entirely free for kings or nobles, but to some extent I can choose. Marriage is a system that's finally penetrating and everyone starts to do what they want to do to raise their kids... and they can even hang out with girls the way they want. Fine, girl. Me, what the fuck was that national guard for? I can stick it out as much as I want to show my girl, but I can't believe she was about to die of" me, the brave guy "or" tannins "in this crazy country."

…………

I can't believe this young man had such a spectacular way of life, this way.

but I guess it's true. That Miss Emma said it's changed a lot, too.

"I appreciate it.... to that Smythson, to Naia."

"... I'd also like to meet someone named Miss Naia"

"Oh well. Right. It's time for you to come... I wanted to be there, that's it"

Mr Herman makes his chin look squeaky.

A stone statue is built in the middle of the square.

It is a statue of a woman wearing a huge hat and holding a strangely wide, alien sword.

I can see a woman standing in front of that female statue with a small child.

Elf-eared lady with either a young impression, with her golden hair fastened with silver hair embellishments.

But I know why. She is the one......

"Hey, Naia.... Smythson's guest. He wants to hear about Carlwin."

To Mr. Herman's voice, she looks back.

With a hazy beauty...... then a girl who can feel strange motherhood.

"Yes, if you can talk to me."

"... oh, the..."

I lose my word. Because she had such a beautiful, soft smile.

"Don't fall in love, okay? That's Smythson's favorite, too, right?

Mr Herman whispers, but my palpitations don't heal and I look for a topic to discuss whether there is anything......

"Well, that stone statue... you, right?

I used to talk about it.

It was similar.

But she stayed laughing.

"... it's my mother"

He looked up proudly and the toddler waved catchy too.

... Is that it? In Karlwin, for sure, we can't even get married and between parents and children......

"It's my master. I don't know... I don't care."

Mr. Herman supplements me with his legs slackened on the bench.

Miss Naia nodded.

"For this kid, he's a grandmother.... because it's a new era. The time has come for us to take away the fact that we are parents."

Chapter end