All the elves made into half-elves in the first batch were transferred inside the dungeon. Lune would explain things to them in detail and talk them into becoming part of our legion if possible.
'More people came in the first batch than I thought.'
Twenty half-elves.
Ten elves who left.
Of course, even among the half-elves, there could be those who refuse to join the legion. If they don't change their minds after one or two attempts at persuasion, there's no choice but to exile them wearing stockings.
Clip-clop, clip-clop.
Orcs riding unicorns arrived at the entrance to Ras Village leading a group of elves. The elves were in a much calmer state than before.
"Ahem, ahem."
Luna, her face bright red, coughed from inside the dungeon. Thick semen I'd sprayed was flowing beneath her dress, but since it was covered by the dress, you could only smell it, not see it.
