Dungeon Defense (WN)

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Apparently, the man hated me.

It took me two days to realize that. I wasn't pretending not to like it. The man was really reluctant to avoid me. If I come any closer, it'll be like a plague.

“…… ugh. ”

I sighed.

I tilted my head. Why does he hate me?

I wasn't arrogant, but I thought it was pretty cute.

He was only ten years old, but he fell in love with the appearance of that 10-year-old and the village elders harassed him in a group. Up to this point, I had to do it - because I had mistaken every man in the world for a sexual preference for a child - and the behavior of a man was simply astonishing.

Look, the man looks at me and shakes his head.

“Ha.”

I sighed deeper. Sometimes, instead of sighing, he muttered to himself, "I'm sure he'll regret it," or “there was Jack Orland,” or “I'm an idiot in the whole world…" or something he couldn't understand.

Somehow I was angry.

The man finally did me a favor and spared the villagers. Honestly, it didn't matter to me whether the villagers died or not. My parents and Luke were precious, but more important was the man in front of me.

The man was who I imagined he was.

He would never justify his crime. He did not exaggerate himself more than he needed to, nor did he ignore his opponent more than he needed to. He was a man who looked straight at the world.

I was nervous and palpitated at the thought of meeting my fellow countrymen for the first time, but the man's reaction was never cool. He seemed desperately regretting saving me. He was a strange person.Don 't save him if you'll regret it.Don 't you think you should regret it if you saved him?

The man regretted it and saved him.

I couldn't be more than a strange man.

“Baby.”

“My name is Daisy. ”

“Can't you just die a gentle death? ”

I'll fix it.

He wasn't just a freak, he was a freak.

I blinked.

“Yes?”

“Think about it. Being someone else's slave doesn't make you happy. If Luke and you kill yourself, I promise the rest of the village a fortune movie. I will do your parents the best I can. How's it going?”

The man was asking me to kill myself. No more seriously.

From then on, the impression of a man changed from "my people" to "slightly bribed people." What kind of nonsense is he mumbling with such a serious face?

“If I have to die, let me kill Luke with my own hands first. And let the villagers take their own lives. My position hasn't changed. ”

“Of course. It won't change. ”

The man nods depressingly. It was cute because it looked like a wet puppy.

“Ha. Why does a freak like you bother me again? My life is cursed. I don't know anymore. Whatever it takes. ”

“ ……. ”

In short, the man was feeling something completely different from me.

I was shaken by the thought of encountering my own kind, but the man was desperate to meet his own. I was somewhat disappointed with this attitude. It was almost like I had confessed my love and got kicked out. Eventually, I continued to get drunk.

And surgery.

Carving a slaver was a terrible, painful procedure.

I was relieved of the pain by giving him a lot of anesthetic, but the terrifying pain tore me to pieces so that it was of no importance at all. It was hard to understand even if I thought about it now. The man was genuinely afraid that a 10-year-old little girl might actually kill herself.

What's the matter with you?

How so?

I was just a humble peasant. What you have is a weak body. No matter how much I thought about it, I was very unlikely to threaten a man. Yet somehow the man treated me as his equal.

Not just peers, but peers.

― ― It wasn't true later.

The man was treating himself like garbage, and he was trying to see that I had an infinite number of talents hidden away. So we both thought the opposite.

I thought I was trash, and men thought they were trash. I thought men were great, but men were great on my side. It was funny. We were completely distracted, evaluating ourselves with each other.

Of course, I didn't realize that at the time.

I complained a little, whether I would ‘kill' or not, to the rest of the men after the slave surgery was too painful. To be honest, I thought I could complain about it. The heart was ripped open and stuck together.

Looking at the man with disgruntled eyes, the man said.

“You are my adopted daughter. Call me Father when you need me. Basically, when you go to a city or town, you can call it your father when there are strangers around. ”

Yes, it was your father.

I've been calling this man Dantalian my father ever since. We were allies, but ironically allies, so I became a woman without realizing that I was the opposite of myself.

* * *

The day I waited for my father to disobey me continued.

I couldn't help but think I was strange. It's been used as a trinket for men since I was eight years old. Even if I mistook every man in the world for a pedophile, it wasn't his fault. He was the first man who didn't even care about my body.

Could it be a confessor?

“Oh, my, oh, my, my, my! A little more! A little more roughness! ”

“Hahaha. You disgusting, perverted pig. Cry like a pig! ”

“Cough. Honey, honey, ugh! ”

It wasn't.

After his father accidentally witnessed crazy sexual intercourse with Jeremy's teacher, his thesis was completely abolished. Rather, he boasted more fervor than any man I've ever met.

Then, is it only adult women who get excited?

“Hmph, Dantalian, I can't do this anymore... Hahaha! I can't hold on much longer...! ”

“Please forgive me, my lord, and there's nothing you can't stop. Come on, tell me. Kneel down and pray like a dog. ”

“My Lord... Please forgive me, my Lord, for I am a vulgar slave..." ”

It wasn't.

He seemed to like the size of a child. I had more fun and much more fun communicating with Barbato than I did with Jeremy's teacher. Sometimes Barbatos would come to Castle Marathon and spend two days doing nothing. I had no choice but to abolish your father and sister's prophecy.

The situation is getting deeper and deeper into the maze.

One day, I looked at the mirror seriously. To evaluate my appearance objectively Laura de Farnese, Barbato, Master Jeremy, Pymon and Citri, and all sorts of other lovers like your father's.

... I'm prettier no matter how I look at it.

It was not arrogance. It was clear. My black hair was prettier than the night sky, my white skin was slick and slippery, and my eyes were deeply mesmerizing than obsidian. I assure you, I have never seen a more beautiful woman.

“ ……. ”

Then why don't they commit it....

The Armed Forces of Laura de Farnese wandered around Prince Charming on a wild day and said, "The Lord does too much!”, “there's no room for my body!” I complained, but to be honest, I only seemed satisfied.

Blondie has nothing better to do than go to war.

I've always hated the Laura de Farnese Military Register. This woman didn't know any fountains. The officials treated him as if he were his wife. As if I didn't hate such a misconception, I went around puzzling and raising my nose.

My head is worse than mine.

Laura de Farnese can only speak six languages. On the other hand, I learned eight languages in two years since I became his adopted daughter. At the brain level, the military commission was no match for me. However, he boasted as if he were the greatest philosopher in history.

Well, he doesn't know he's an idiot.

I've decided to forgive her.

But there was only one thing that was absolutely unacceptable. There was no hygiene in her skull.

If the military secretary was attacked by his father during a three-hour fling while walking around Castle Marwan, it was very frequent, and then he walked toward the underground pond in a helpless footstep.

Dropping your father's cum down the corridor of Marwan Castle.

What a frightening sight.

The Laura de Farnese Military Register was a woman who did not know that she was ashamed. Some days, she said, “Why bother to wear clothes when the master will be torn anyway?"

It was hard to see that I was a bit sane.

It was always up to me, the Maid of Honor, to clear the mess hall of Laura de Farnese's Armed Forces. After she left, I quickly grabbed the cleaning supplies and cleaned up the semen. You can't empathize with someone who hasn't experienced it firsthand.

I wanted to pour all her semen into the bucket and spill it on my face someday.

Unfortunately, it was impossible because of the command that my father gave me. I was forbidden in principle to harm you and your lovers. If it weren't for this order, the Secretary of State Laura de Farnese would've bathed in semen a hundred times already.

“Maid. Your hands are slow these days. ”

As I was cleaning out my father's office, Laffith Lajuli's secretary of state spoke to me. I put the cleaning supplies on the floor and immediately bowed politely.

The Laffith Lajuli State Department was at odds with the Laura de Farnese Military Register. The State Department had a lot of trust in him. Above all, I liked two things: Laffith Lajuli's secretary of state never pretended to be brilliant, and he was actually capable enough to win his father's favor.

By the way, she was also someone who did not have sex with her father.

It was not particularly important information.

“I'm sorry. I've been having second thoughts. ”

“Do you have any concerns? Miss Daisy is Dantalian's daughter. Feel free to talk to me if you have any concerns. ”

The State Department almost always called him "Dantalian."

Only Laffith Lajuli's secretary of state was allowed such a title. The other disciples mainly used the titles "Lord," "His Majesty," and "The Demon Lord." The State Department, on the other hand, called him by his name despite being his servant.

It was a little unfamiliar, but I've decided to forgive you as well. The State Department was still an adult soldier compared to the Military Registry. Besides, it's a rather pathetic title, rather than something special.

“Yes, I have concerns. ”

“Speak.”

“Why doesn't he get drunk with me? ”

“ ……. ”

Laffith Lajuli's secretary of state looked at me with a gaze, "What is this kid talking about?"

Excuse me a little.