Dungeon+Harem+Master

Anyway, it was a windy night.

Shimonzo, a sophomore at the university, dropped his eyes on the smartphone at hand as he soaked his nagging jaw.

A pair of worn cheap jeans with scratched work boots.

The only over-spec flight jacket unsuitable for city clothing that looked warm was where I bought it or why I was willing to buy it.

Move your fingers while turning your nose's head bright red on the cold air that cuts your skin.

Damn it, I can't tap it well!

Irritated, I wiped the screen cloudy with sebum with my cuffs.

The season is December, and the station's ticket slot is filled with so many people that they feel nauseous.

He pounded his tongue violently as he listened to the jingle bell flowing from somewhere in the wind.

Slow, slow anyway. What's the matter, my cherry blossom?

And it wasn't his lover or anything else that the zodiac was whining in his chest.

In the first place, Sakurako is a woman on the web who I've never actually met.

(Calm down, me. There was a man in the circle, Mr. Chala. It's not impossible for dodgy e-mails. I don't believe in the power of the Force. But don't believe in the infinite power of the internet. What will you do)

What the zodiac is currently blind to was the so-called dating site, where the good sense frowns with all of them. From summer onwards, the treasurer, who did as much as he could with his abuse in the autumn concoction, had been banished from the self-circle to which he belonged for half, two years, and it was the seniors who pitied it that recommended dating as one way. The reason is simple. Because I want to fuck a woman.

The collector was somewhat of a low-tech person, so this method was loco polo (* the urchin falls polo from his eyes).

These days, I've been snuggling around on my smartphone like a mad monkey.

Finally, it was a strong obsessive business to continue the exchange of many emails and to meet them in real life.

Dokiwaku name Sakurako called herself a twenty-four year old caregiver.

On the literal side, the otum was moderately incapacitated over sexy, dissatisfied with the status quo, and from what I can tell from the end of the word, it seemed to make me do something right away.

Or I want to fuck you.

No matter how many times I asked him to replace the photograph, he didn't send it reluctantly inside.

Are you kidding me, Sakura? Just Sakurako?

Two ominous letters floated violently behind the zodiac's brain.

Such a fold, a miracle happened. I mean, a single note was sent last night.

It is a big win.

Bright brown curly hair with patchy big eyes.

I'll always want to bump, thick lips.

Everything was the ideal of a collector.

"Yuko."

It was natural for a man's rough soul to move.

Meetings are over an hour away. If you are a man, you should give up here and take the Keio Line to Horinouchi. A fierce dilemma strikes. I want to cry. When you get soaked up. I feel like I'm being rejected from the world.

A squeaky voice flew from behind me as the collector stretched his fingers out into his butt pocket in an attempt to find out what was in his wallet.

"Are you Mr. Klund?

Definitely, God didn't abandon himself.

It is the voice of the woman who likes it. It moved with a spinal reflex.

"Oh, yes! I'm the treasurer, so... su"

The collector stopped functioning the moment he looked back.

It was an overwhelming reminder that even middle-aged Russian women had giant torso.

Its body, adapted to the environment to withstand intense cold and wind and snow, was a visual violence, reminiscent of the beast. Otherwise, Seiuchi. Anyway, it's not like the email I got beforehand. Suddenly it caught my blood.

(Is that magic? Is that magic? Did Hollywood's special photography technical squad form a dream team to trick each college student? A fix is not a level. Or if you cut this meat loaf, it will seal and the maiden will pop out? Hey. Me, let's admit it's real. This is just, it's a monster...!

Or is it not as good as the color and gender of your hair?

"Wow. Wow. Seriously, you're not an old man. Yeah, well, you're so cute today."

When Seiuchi made Cena, he trembled and suddenly approached his gigantic body. The whole body of the collector creates a defensive reaction and unconsciously creates a fighting pose.

(Cute. So which sumo room are you talking about? Are you adorable? I hit him with a metal bat or a bamboo knife, and there you go. I stroked him, haha, laugh. I guess not)

"That. Are you nervous? Oh, wow."

Don't be ridiculous. The collector learned to kill the monster in front of him.

Together, my son, who was on the verge of a battle, is constricted and frightened.

(You were a filial son!

The collector cursed heaven violently and begged from the bottom of his soul that the earth would rip right now and swallow the world.

"Don't touch me."

"To?"

Seiuchi's expression turns into a relaxed one. Either way, it was extremely ugly.

"Stay away from me, Saiuchi. Return to the sea."

"Mmm. Hih, that's terrible!!

"Let it go, there's a mess!! Die!!"

So, I jump up and do a drop kick.

Both feet plunge into the middle of the thick meat wall. A cloudy disconnected demon echoed the city at night.

When the collector returned his heel, he ran away from the spot at a tremendous speed.

Sakurako thanked the thinker in her heart who still couldn't see her, who must have been swallowed up by that monster.

Running down the station stairs, running through the platter.

The zodiac had reached a strange park at some point, exhaling white.

"God is dead"

With his hands on his hips, he extended his spine. When I took out the change, I bought coffee from the vending machine at the entrance and sat on the bench. Cold enough to be about to jump up. Open the pull tab and stir the contents all at once. The taste of the iron-smelling cheap product spread to my throat. I look up at the sky in the mood to cry.

"Oh, should I have attended an event called the Man of Holy Night Festival if this is the case"

The collector imagined the generous welcome of the bad friends to himself, who had returned defeated, and made his face cushy. I'm not going to the event. I didn't want to go back to being a bunch of losers.

Even if you leave like this, what awaits is a cold futon of cheap apartments. I have no family or lover to wait for. Second, he had his eyes on the smartphone and had unconsciously opened the site.

A dating site called Dokiwakuma needed all the money called Points to email female members and check their profiles.

It is an extremely ingenious method of seizure.

The first person to think of this was a genius, the zodiac thought with a cold brain. I needed cash to buy points. Dozens of yen's worth of points still remain in the collector's excitement. At any rate, I checked the bulletin boards I would never normally see in an attempt to exhaust everything to cut off the untrained. There are lonely men and women here who wanted to meet. Precisely only vendors and customers. Miss Tea Pull Delight is openly taking guests.

Of course, it is a place that has nothing to do with the poor student's collector, and it has been decided to be a uninterrupted prostitute and so on. I've rarely peeked before, but I didn't even have to be so hard if I thought I was done. Snooze through the screen glowing in the dim darkness with a mixed nose.

"Dead people of money, go to hell....... hmm?

As I was watching the flush, my gaze stopped.

"I'm looking for my brave man "

The star mark at the end of the story was vicious. Obviously, it is a taste that young daughters do not use.

Besides, if you gave me a different board, I couldn't help but doubt the state of this writer's brain.

Oh, my God, this guy's a jerk.

Though the collector thought so, he tapped the screen of the smartphone. As if to be guided.

There was no subject beyond the opening, and instead, the part where the letters were written was covered with a line of patterns as if they had never been seen.

"What the hell, this. Is that typing?

There was a zoo-cold run on my spine. It is in a residential park with unusual chills and looks around, but nothing else. From the houses around you, faint living sounds and talking sound flow. There's never been any unusual change around.

"Ha, it's a bug. I can't help it, this operation..."

As the collector strengthened, he stopped his finger trying to tap the central image. There's usually an image of the woman you're looking for.

But beneath the obscure square window is a picture of the video camera icon representing the movie. This would mean that it's the video that's buried inside.

"Doh, doh, hell of a mistake, Busyk, it's not a relevant video, I guess"

Touch with trembling to switch the screen of the smartphone to the video.

"Huh."

That was a clearer video than I imagined.

It is a woman whose nose stands out enough to keep an eye on her.

The big black eyes were impressive.

It wraps around something like a white dress.

Plenty of dark hair like melting in the night.

He complained strongly in a language he had never heard of in his early speech.

It is a clear video. Unlike photography, I can't modify it. She was a real beauty.

"It's not English, is it? Never heard of it. It's a word."

I don't understand the meaning of the word at all, but I understood something I truly wished for.

This should be a recorded video. But the treasurer could not speak from the woman in front of him.

Please help me. My brave man.

Of course, I didn't say those words. But it only sounded that way to the collector.

Someone needs themselves.

I found the fantasy uninterrupted.

No stunts, no money, no amount of equipment to successfully comma a woman.

There is no superior appearance.

I have no extraordinary superhuman health.

No education, no proud friends, no mentors, not even something believable exists in the life of a collector.

It has always been, and will always be. One day, all of a sudden, something starts to change all by itself, etc., can't even happen to me. A drastic change on its own would be about adding taxes and worsening the economy.

That's why she's a woman. You can take a sleigh. Only when I hold a beautiful woman can I feel myself. Other than that, life is worth nothing. The one who's worth it is a big liar. Or a coward trying to delude himself.

If only we could find a woman who wants to gain by throwing her life at the collector.

That's when true life begins.

A blue and white rhomboid light was ejected from the screen at the same time as the movie of the smartphone was interrupted.

Open it.

I'm whispering to myself.

It was a great destiny.

The world is freezing white. From all events, I am now isolated.

The blue and white light moves to the left and right as it invites when it stops in front of the collector as if it were a door.

This door. I was born to open this door.

I thought so for no reason.

Once my mind was fixed, I was ready again.

"Game, start?"

The treasurer laid his hands on the light in front of him so that he could be guided, and opened his destiny.

When the Romless Empire, more than a thousand years old, was disempowered and disintegrated, its vast territory was divided into six parts, to be governed by a split king and five great nobles, respectively.

It is the so-called United Kingdom of Romles.

The five great nobles, formerly descended from the royal family, but perhaps not, each of them began to claim their own legitimacy and named a rightful king.

Or, neither a rightful king nor any other great nobleman can recognize each of them.

Even though no large-scale battle took place, each claimed legitimacy and repeated the skirmishes several times near each other's borders.

Nowadays, the land of the Romless royal family, with its rightful throne, was exhausted both economically and forcefully, and all that remained was for the nations to turn their fingers and wait for it to fall.

Other countries are:

Etria,

league hilde,

Eurotier,

lumiaslansa,

Wangaseek,

are five.

Just sixteen this year, the First Princess of Romles, Octavia von Romles, was more worried about her exhausted own country than anyone else.

Octavia was the only daughter born to the Queen by the contemporary King Romles.

At all times, it was not strange to welcome a son-in-law from another country. However, in the Romless kingdom, where authority and power were morphed together in fame, a delicate balance of power was maintained with the five kingdoms, a situation in which the wedding could not even be performed.

The only way to unleash this chaos is to summon a savior from another world by the curse conveyed to the royal family. A savior was, that is, a legendary brave man.

He is a superhuman being more told than ever that he will have high intelligence and excellent magic, eternal immortality, and will re-establish the devastated kingdom. The great magic of summons is a literal bet that is only allowed once in life. Ancient documents say that some royalty once summoned monsters from the demonic realm and were eaten on the spot. In the shackles of a princess, he was able to create a massive summons so far in secret from his parents, also because of the cooperation of Victoire, who was Octavia's Kingsguard knight.

There's no way you can throw the life of your only direct heir on a bet between a tick and a bee.

If known, the princess needed to proceed in secrecy because she could certainly be blamed.

Legendary savior. A hero with the intelligence to know the physics of all things and the power of magic and immortality to transform the world.

A masterpiece that shouldn't exist.

The time has come for all the fruits of the effort to take shape now.

How much time has passed?

The crest of the Summoning Formation gleams demonically in a light peach color, and the stone basement quickly becomes white and anointed like in the midday sun.

The princess perspired on her forehead, putting her magic into her clenched wand.

"Orders in the covenant of the blood of the royal family. My destiny, my life, my wish. Call, come on."

The white light grew.

The central part of the summoning formation thrives greatly, forming a human form.

"Sometimes."

Regardless, Octavia knew at the time she read the book on the Summoning Ritual that the presence of the Superman would remain intact and would be incorporated into the blood of the royal family as usual.

In other words, a brave man is one who becomes Octavia's husband. Call your own husband with your own hands. Her chest was still about to break due to tension and expectations.

Octavia, unable to keep her eyes open, squeezed her cane with both hands. As the light intensifies, a mighty stream of magic fills the room from the center of the formation. The equipment used for the art was successively blown, crushed and misted. The endless wave of magic eventually pulled away.

"Yep!

Octavia couldn't move while sitting on the spot when she screamed.

It was an uninterrupted giant monster.

The big blue and black giant enough that the vast basement looked narrow had something somewhat close to a rhino if fitted into an existing animal. Two horns glowed viciously like a tree. Both eyes are releasing so much demon that their whole body is stiff just by looking directly at them.

Warcraft Behemoth.

It is a God created and “perfect beast” that once struck all of the Romless.

"Call me, O descendants of the Romles. Finally, the moment is over."

"Huh. What does that mean..."

"It's settled. Call me, and this earth will come to an end."

Behemoth kicked the floor and jumped up as he shook the giant slightly. Unable to withstand the load of the Warcraft, the cobblestone at his feet shifted like waves, and the pieces of stone that collapsed from the broken ceiling collapsed like turbidity. I've summoned something tough.

It was already too late when Octavia regretted it. Standing on the ground while destroying Castle Romles, Behemoth immediately entered a state of combat with the soldiers of the kingdom.

The number of soldiers constantly packed in the castle is less than five thousand.

The king's spacious garden was instantly transformed into a hell of a painting.

Far beyond twenty meters the giant continued to eject a pale flame from its mouth as it stripped its fangs out. The infantry squadron, which made and advanced, flew like a paper doll eating a flame bullet similar to a napalm bullet with a handful.

Exactly, it is a crisis of kingdom annihilation. The officers exhort the soldiers and resolutely attack them, but if they approached them, they were mutilated with huge horns and fangs, and could not even cause them to suffer some scratches of hair.

The trees and flowers planted to comfort the king's boredom were trampled with military shoes and wheels carrying weapons, and Shia, assembled in fine wood, was destroyed with the giant feet of Behemoth, like a paperworker.

The soldiers, with bows, with sorcery, carry out backup shooting, but the leather of the tough beast bounces them all back.

If I were to be, I would abandon my flesh bullets and my life, but I was powerless as an ant facing an elephant in front of Behemoth with a good master. Neither the steel armor, nor the demon-guided weapons passed down from generation to generation, nor the swordsmanship forged out every day, worked out one thing out for monsters who came more than the other end of the day.

When Behemoth slaughters half of the infantry that deployed in the garden, he moves towards the castle town in a slow gait. It was only a matter of time before the defensive walls built for interpersonal use were also broken pari passu like wafers and the city became an ocean of fire.

Still slaughtering the rear-eating soldiers by waving their huge tails like knocking them off. Behemoth's tail was twisted with a urchin as sharp as a blade, and the human body, etc. was cut like paper just by touching it. And the pieces of flesh rose up the blood smoke, and flew, and dyed the walls of the castle, and the earth, and their brethren thrust upon their teeth.

Five thousand soldiers fell and lay in the middle, and the colour of giving up was also darker in the complexion of the officer who led the remnants.

"But with the pride of the Romless Knight, I won't let you step closer to the city from here"

The captain of the infantry battalion, who commanded the interception, took the reins as he pulled out his sword and swayed his broken left arm. The man's chest was brilliant with a strong determination to protect the city he was born and raised in.

"All Army Assault!!

Moment after moment, an agitation ran on the captain's face.

Beyond the retina, there was an imminent rock flying in with tremendous momentum.

A tail wielded by Behemoth blew up some of the destroyed walls.

The horse is stirred up. A reaper descended in front of the captain.

"Pugi!!

When the chunk of rock hit the captain's face in good condition, he smashed his brains and scattered them around.

Octavia was walking through the garden shortly after the intense fighting had ended when he managed to get out of the half-destructed basement.

Everything is your responsibility. He had no choice but to fail to summon, and called down such a legendary warcraft into the land. The bodies of multiple folded soldiers do not even move pickly as if they were broken dolls. I turned away because the eyes of a young soldier who had lost his light seemed to blame himself.

"Somehow, we have to do something"

Octavia felt a sense of hopelessness, and so it seemed, but with pride of the princess, it was revealed.

Not really, this is how it works. God, what the hell did I do?

Tears drizzle through Octavia's eyes. Bite your lips hard and endure. Having been forced to follow her knees since she was a little girl, she was only good at pushing her emotions to death. There is only one way to return what was unloaded by summons, to its original place. A sorcerer kills it, or only lets it take its own life. In the first place, it is knowledge by ancient books. I don't know if it is, but if it's impossible for me to kill that behemoth or something, all I have to do is somehow let the Warcraft put me in my hands. When he broke that basement and left, Behemoth put a strong protective magic on Octavia. Highly intelligent warcraft probably insured against indirectly killing summoners as well. And, if so, I don't know if that Behemoth will easily get on with our measures. If Octavia dies, further inmates will begin with the rest of the throne heirs, and the royal family will be swallowed by the rebels, stabbing at the weakened power of the nation. Is it a sin to rely on cheap summons? I don't know, it's like I don't know.

"Sorry, sorry"

Things that I thought were good took the honorable lives of innocent generals.

"Ahhh."

Octavia struck hard in the face at the solid stone as he fell with his feet taken by the rubble. Blood seeping out of the rubbed off cheeks stains thinly. Poking Jinjin's palm to the ground, he managed to get up and move on to the battlefield where Dryngo would meet.

I feel sorry for you, but in her case, I was too deeply in love with all things. If you think about the Romles, you should leave this place to the minister and yourself, the princess, to just abandon the castle and escape.

However, what was in Octavia's head was no longer aggregated on the point that he would die and take responsibility.

"Ouch, ouch"

The tears that I had endured were imminent just before the decimation.

If I looked up, I could see the back of a giant blue and black on the other side.

"Why is this happening? What was wrong with it?"

There is no answer. All that was left of her was the option of dying and atoning for everything. Eventually, black clouds drove into the sky, pounding and raining. Approaching the enclosure of the defeated soldiers, several nobles stood on the spot like sticks in disquiet. Break the waves of the soldiers and get to the head. The giant of Behemoth was like a mountain.

"No more, please don't"

"A Romless descendant? Say no."

"Why not? I've had enough blood. What more do you want?"

"It's all destruction. I'm Behemoth. That's why the world is alive. But Hmmm... Nevertheless, you are bold and fat for a human being."

When Behemoth blinked his red eyes, he sounded like an auspicious wind. It sounded like a laugh somewhere. Octavia intercepts demonic eyes head-on. As soon as they do, the generals who were around fall down like pieces of thread without staying. Octavia's appearance turned into a miserable mix of anger and pity.

"Oh, my God, that's terrible"

"Hmm, I didn't know you couldn't die from my eyesight. I like it. Here's one exchange condition and yuko."

"Exchange terms?

"Woman. What's your name?"

"I am Octavia von Romles, first heir to the throne, first princess of the Romles"

"Let me make you my queen. How about, at least, as long as you live and serve me, let's put an end to this earth for a while?"

"... can't you swear the eternal inviolability"

"It's Octavia. It's a human minute, let's call it arrogance. People's lives are decades at best. Think of it as a bizarre coin, even with all that respite."

"Yes."

"Bride. I'm your husband. Lay low on the ground and speak to my feet."

"Yes, sir."

It was humiliating. Octavia shuddered and now knelt on the spot with her thinly soiled dress. Strike hard on dark hair with abundant rain.

(I don't care what happens to me. At the very least, if I cannot serve this warcraft and perpetuate my country for even a moment, I have no apologies to my ancestors and to many people)

A polar and light-like Shizuku spills out of Octavia's eyes.

The moment the tears touched the ground and lost their shape, a miracle happened.

The center of Behemoth's body shines white.

"Princess, it's happening now! Again, the ritual of re-summons."

A dead, but powerful old man's voice. When Octavia turned around, over his head was the figure of Marin, a royal palace magician swirling over in floating magic. From the Staff of the Old Mage, towards the giant of Behemoth, the light of the pointer carving the summoning formation is emitted.

I didn't have time to hesitate.

"Orders in the covenant of the blood of the royal family. My destiny -!! Guardian of legends!!

Octavia chanted faster than Behemoth moved on to the attack.

"No way, it's impossible!!

The screaming of a deafening ear is raging from the legendary monster's mouth.

A pentagram showing the summoning formation floated neatly in the belly of Behemoth. No, meat tore into the shape of an exuberant crest, and from the crack of red and black meat, a great deal of blood and organs poured out like turbidity.

"Stupid. Is this - God destroying me!?

That was Behemoth's last word.

Two-thirds of the body is cut open and not in this world, such as living organisms.

It was the same thing as this giant warcraft.

As he turned the stirrer in full power in his body, Behemoth's interior was chopped from dimension to dimension by the power of the Summoners.

A black wavehead gushing out of the bottomless sea drinks Octavia in an instant.

I trembled with strong gratitude as I swept away in a sea of red and black blood.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

A miracle happened. God sent the Savior.

The legendary Warcraft named Behemoth, who slaughtered the Romless' finest knights as if they were twisting the hands of a baby, was also defeated here by the power of legend.

"Ahhh."

Octavia leaned toward the source of the glow, swimming through the sea of blood tides flowing from the falling and lying Behemoth.

The dress is painted with blood, and the whole face is smudged with warcraft organs. Not very much, but the legendary brave man is a terrible figure who can't show his face before anyone.

"The summons was successful."

Octavia had decided that the brave man he had summoned had killed Behemoth with some unknown force, but the facts were completely different.

The summons was successful in an imperfect way.

Behemoth was first summoned from the incorrectly carved summons.

And the summons carved by Marin put his mouth on the very existence of Behemoth as a spitting destination for uninterrupted energy.

The central part of Behemoth's body became an outfit that was forced to create a rift by the world's karma, and was instantly killed by its wounds.

In other words, the presence of the brave man took the form of an overridden behemoth called earlier.

The colour of the legendary brave is darker than that of Behemoth. The legendary brave man lightly deceived his biological parents so that the baby would hurt the mother as a time.

Behemoth changed and collapsed with tremendous speed into drooling and rotten meat as he lay down his body.

Octavia, when she noticed one man sleeping on her back glowing on the spot, looked at her unknowingly in tears.

He was a boy with dark hair and light dark skin.

The back length was large, musculoskeletal, and it felt familiar somewhere.

As soon as I saw the strange look, I felt oh saved.

"Brave man."

"Mm-hmm. Oh, where are we?"

My gaze matched with the brave man who woke up his torso while sitting down.

Black, clear eyes, wide open.

Just looking at it like this, the overflowing emotions were beating my chest like an early bell.

I realized when I looked directly into my black eyes, just like myself.

Oh, I will serve this woman my whole life.

"Yeah, yeah. Um, who are you?"

My voice gets clogged. In a situation like this where I don't know, my tear glands are about to collapse into that gentleness that guides others more than I do about myself.

"Huh."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Hey, wait a minute"

I mumble in tears.

Octavia couldn't stop suffocating, even though she thought so.

My brave man.

I'm the only brave one.

It's just me.

I thought I'd never be able to help you again.

This man, who flipped such a desperate fate so lightly, is the one desirable to entrust everything that he wanted from an early age.

"Well, somehow, if you want to cry, you can cry as much as you want, right?

"Uh-huh."

As Octavia was leaning on the man without a fore or aft view, from behind, the sound of a horse-riding leech approached. Second, when I look up, the brave man is turning away and turning away. If you notice, your dress was torn to pieces and half of one breast was dewy.

How dare you do that in front of such a brave man? Shame set me on fire for a moment.

"Ha ha."

"Wow, sorry."

He was ashamed and turned his back with both breasts covered with his hands.

No one could have figured that out, for example, that was the crossroads of destiny.

"Princess!!

"Oh, not Vee"

Down the horse in front of a large rubble, a group of knights rush to change their blood phase.

Among other things, one knight strikes out at the head.

I'm dancing in the universe with honey-colored blonde hair that's going to reach my waist.

The details of faces, like those made by carving out ivory, resided in the powerful beauty of each individual.

The green eyes that remind me of the deep woods are shimmering.

Kingsguard knight Victoire.

As a woman, she is the best sword user in the kingdom.

"Kisama, Kisama, how dare you take the princess?"

Victoire is the type of man who should never be his daughter-in-law, wielding a sword he has pulled out of his sword, and is driven by the momentum that makes all the people tell him.

Things were not right, it was already too late when I thought. Shortly after Octavia stopped, they killed the sitting brave men and waved without any extra barbarity.

I guess he misunderstood himself, who is half naked, but Octavia graduated to the depths of sin that would avenge his grace.