Half-elves Fall in Love Chapter 823

Published at 29th of June 2022 07:03:46 AM

Thanks to Fennel and Christie's perceived ear flow and the Spirit Springs water they prepared and brought, Irina and Princess Run were so gone and beautiful.

Spirit Springs can be safely removed from the sprinkled dirt on your hair. It doesn't even leave a smell. No, I don't know. Maybe you can tell it's the Beastman's nose, or something.

"The festival has just begun. Let's have fun again, Lord Smythson."

"Irina. This is how you were most adored, so don't you have any other idea of giving in?"

"Lord Smythson will distribute that. Besides, I didn't just give you a hand to get this over with in time for the festival. I don't remember being excommunicated for being thankful."

Irina can afford to be seen with a jito eye by Christie.

Speaking of the thickness of the liver of the clan chief, is it because he is the clan chief that he is master of shelving and cutting?

"If you were to note who you're not going to leave behind, the sun would really go down. Let's all get back to the square."

I, too, get acquainted with myself and decide to call in the young dragon threesome that was hiding out the window and roll out to the square again.

In the square and prominently, the luscious and magnificent dance was performed with the addition of Mr. Knoll and Mr. Lucino, as well as Mr. Cosmos, to the performance of desert music by Rants and Cairon, and Mr. Hilda.

The three dances are unpredictable to intertwine or bump into each other as they wield a long ragged hem or sleeve, sometimes geometric beauty, and sometimes an emotional, obscene thread hue.

Freedom to sit back and scaffold chairs, tables, barrels, etc. Hi, they're doing it completely adrift, but the dark elves vividly under the blue sky continue to be brilliant all over their bodies so that they don't breathe and follow each other like they calculated everything from the beginning, and the audience's eyes don't produce boring moments.

"It's not like Mira or Seema can't dance either, is it? Why don't you mix it?"

Even though Mr. Deane urges me, my two sisters pat their hands together.

"No, no, I can't. Exactly."

"Sister Knoll and her Lucino counterpart, however hard they try, can only serve as a background to the sidekick....... I have to dance bare enough"

"Make a man gaze off Sister Knoll as bare as he gets?

"... wow, my boobs shouldn't be a possibility"

Don't plan anything weird. Because the gaze of the boys who were nearby is focused on Mr. Seema's tits.

"Yes, yes, don't just watch the dance. Drink and eat more! Horsemeat is good for sashimi!

And in the tavern, Sevory and Cute rotate as usual as a service.

"Horsemeat raw..."

"Can I eat...? If it wasn't for the elves, he'd have a stomachache or something, wouldn't he?

The old men look at the beautifully served thinly sliced lean raw meat and look at each other.

I'm not in the habit of eating meat raw around here. Of course I'm not going to go ahead and eat raw either.

For once, as a soldier, I've heard of instances where the knowledge I learned from Mr. Deane is that if I don't eat raw meat in a situation where I'm stable and I don't have access to vegetables and fruits, I'm going to be ill.

Northwoods elves are more or less unlikely to lack vegetables and fruit. Why did you want to eat it raw?

Fiona, who appeared soothingly with her breastplate and armor, approximate my subtle Moya Moya of..., carries her all the way to her mouth with olive oil and rock salt on horse meat.

"... Hmm. Not bad."

It wasn't communicated to the old men around me because it was Southern, but I decided to speak out in horror.

"... are you eating horse meat, raw, in St. Gard?

"I don't eat, though."

Another one. A lady knight nodding in small pieces with some satisfaction as she moves.

"... you can eat without hesitation often"

"Why hesitate about what they say you can eat?

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What an infinite sense of trust in that cook.

"It was served as a dish. It would be safe."

"... sometimes the northerners, they serve it as a bug or something"

"Bugs. Well, even St. Gard eats crabs and shrimp. It would be more or less similar. Like the number of legs."

"So you can convince me that it's served with fried bats, potato worms or some kind of long bug...?

"I can't imagine the flavor, but if the elves say they're eating, I guess they can"

One more. He liked the raw meat.

He's nodding with a powerful expression that feels like he understands something.

"I guess this should go with garlic or shoga"

"Whoa, I know. Please wait while we prepare the grated shoga."

Sevory returns inside the cooking area.

... Plainly Sevory understands Southern, too. I wonder when they were learning...... so much so that I can figure it out for two weeks or so, it's not weird whenever they wear it as an upbringing though.

But you do get a little intrigued when Fiona eats you looking so delicious.

I tried to get my hands on it too... and the horse meat quickly disappeared because of the equally static old men moving in unison one foot faster.

"Oh, you were supposed to bring me a shoga because of you!

Fiona complaining in Southern.

To her like that, Princess Run coughs up with Cohon.

"Fiona, you mustn't behave too humbly."

"Become, Master Lan!

"There's a lot of other food out there. I enjoy it gracefully. Because we're St. Gard's people."

"... Ha, sure"

"But... Shoga..." Fiona seemed a little untrained while kneeling and showing her consent. I guess I tend to eat because I'm a physical contender.

"There should still have been horse meat, so if you wait, I'll leave."

"Is that true!

"... maybe"

When I see my shoulder grabbed and my happy or disappointed face at close range, I think she's beautiful.

Fiona, whose red brown streamlined hair is turned into an elevated ponytail, is in no way inferior to the elf female slaves, even if the dragon is out of standard if it's just her appearance...... Perhaps thanks to the benefits of the Spirit Springs.

He's also relatively tall (about Almeida), his hands and feet are slack and long, he has a good posture and big tits. Although it is not accentuated there because it is just a heartbeat.

Often such a good looking woman remains unmarried after many twenties, I think.

In Trotto, young daughters are mostly married by the age of twenty, and even engaged. If you are beautiful, you will not be greatly concerned about the good or the bad of your abilities. I don't know if I can be a good daughter-in-law.

It's strange that I care about such things as celesta standards, or dowry by dragon standards, but I guess Fiona is also old enough to have a husband if she's not in her capacity as Princess Run...... and think that much.

"Princess, by the way"

"Please call me Run"

"... let go of me a little Fiona. Princess, over here, over here."

Put down Fiona, who looks suspicious, and run to the other side of the square before facing Princess Run.

"Fiona's gonna storm out if we call it a run here. So that's on hold. First of all, is that OK?

"Yes, sir"

I think there is some room for debate as to whether it is too late to let my penis kiss me and semen me... but I have no objection to the fact that it has been a stepped in relationship anyway. But you don't have to claim there now.

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"So... how far does Fiona know?

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Princess Lan puts on her little neck and shows confusion as to what she is talking about.

Um. Yeah.

"... your what, uh, involves me... no, I don't know what. Anyway, the princess assumed that the princess and I would get laid, from a very early stage."

"Yep... that's for sure"

"How does Fiona convince you there? If we've already talked about it, that's the best part..."

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Princess Lan shifted her gaze to Fiona in a calm manner (she was happy with the horse raw meat instead) and after a while threw a distant glance through my face into the sky outside the city.

"... I wasn't thinking"

The autumn breeze strokes the squares, beautifully stirring the princess's outfit and green hair.

It was a very picturesque sight, but it was.

"No, what are you going to do with him? You can't just go on with the whole conversation on the ground."

"... can't it"

"I don't care what you think. I'm gonna storm out at the stage where you find out I got my hands on him!?

Princess Run remains staring into the void.

"But I can't imagine Fiona agreeing."

Even if they say so. It's your squire.

"... let me just finish it somewhere for about three years."

"Is that a good treatment for Fiona in you!?

"Not often, but there's no way to convince me. That's why Fiona was reluctant to go back to St. Gard with her body, but she's in danger."

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No, I don't think I should say it stinks or anything.

As your squire, it is normal that no matter how many opponents are dragon riders, it is not acceptable for the princess to offer her chastity without permission to the main house.

But if so, in what way will it be deluded? Or do you get into solidifying in the country after you've moved away somewhere?

I have to say, it stinks a lot considering that.

... I feel more comfortable thinking about it for a while. No, give up thinking.

"... shall we dance, princess"

"Huh?"

"In the meantime, let's dance. It's a festival. Let's think about tomorrow."

I'll take the example "Eye of Treasure" brooch out of her pocket and put it on her chest.

When I look at Fiona, I'm like, "Hmm?" with a suspicious gaze, "but, well, this is a request.

"For now, a gift. And... here, if a daughter without a boyfriend or husband isn't dancing, it's a man's manners to invite her."

... I'll leave it at that.

No, it's not like I'm unconscious like that, but I'm not that clear. It's just an excuse that if Fiona blames me, I'll say so and put my back together.

Hearing that, Princess Run gets her escort in bewilderment and starts taking steps with her on the music she plays.

I can hear Andy scratching a different kid from the usual again, but I dare to pretend I can't hear him and gently exchange steps with the girl. Princess Lan was clever, and although she was pulled by me at first, she remained, she somehow saw movement from the foot judgment of the inhabitants of the city dancing around her, and by the time a dozen phrases had gone by, she smiled and began to ride rhythm with me and each other.

I wondered if he was good at exercising because he was weak, but how can he be quite thoughtful?

Although, of course, it's a step to the point that any dull guy in town can take, so that doesn't show any special talent.

"This is the first time I've had such a good dance... but, hey, it's fun...!

"That's more than anything."

Smile as gently as you can and try to make a good time.

I forget sometimes, but I'm thirteen years older than her. If I think about it normally, I can't be a dance partner unless I'm also a flesh parent. This is true both at the Spring Festival and at the New Year's Festival, because there are places like these dances that originally bring men and women closer together.

So care to entertain the young princess gently, elegantly, and with a refreshing sight from the surrounding gaze.

That's how I started enjoying the harvest one foot late.

(cont 'd)

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