Dungeon+Harem+Master

Koizumi Gongtaro, a brave man summoned by Princess Marianne, was a delicacy with excellent abilities, even though he did not possess three crests as a sign of the complete.

Though incomplete as a brave man, using his wisdom (Tactical One) abilities, he worked every day to sound the kingdom's exhausted finances in the face of national catastrophe. The royal treasury was unprecedentedly moistened by improvements in the process of creating novel agricultural products and correcting farming efficiency.

To crusade against the royal family, he waves his sword sometimes as an army commander, and Marianne and the ancient springs' friendship rapidly deepens. Twenty-five ancient springs and in fifteen Mariannes one was not of the same age, but to love one another was amicable, and it was clear that all would be husband and wife.

Other than the young and lively Ancient Springs, the thought was old-fashioned, and I firmly swore to my heart that I would not touch one finger on Marianne until I married her, but God's prank, or all this time, came out on my back.

Closed up here was a man named Fabian von Romles, Marianne's cousin.

Fabian, known for his most prodigal nobility in the kingdom, was an understandable type of magnificent, with nearly ninety back lengths and a disappointing eagle nose, a beard stretched from cheek to jaw.

At this time, my age has just exceeded forty slopes, but I have broken up with my wife seven times and died seven times.

According to one theory, he was even a man who had rumours of too much Fabian energy until his wife died intolerably and prematurely. Not a lot of ability, but Fabian's movements, which were heavenly enough to comma a woman, were sensitive to seeing opportunities.

Even though he had rather repelled the main house, which had been a setback, until the brave summons had been successful, when he saw where the power of the nation had thrived, he had used Tsute to force Marianne into his own thing.

Regardless, there were many aristocrats who would also lend a hand to the ancient springs, which had accumulated achievements as brave men. On the eve of the start of the counter-attack operation, which would have been absolutely successful, Koizumi obtained one piece of information.

It was that the beloved girlfriend had a child in her body.

When she found out she was pregnant with the baby just before she recaptured Marianne, Ancient Springs quietly threw down her sword and descended on Fabian.

If the flaghead loses his will, the bearer can no longer do anything.

When the ancient fountain, deprived of its beloved princess and of the abilities of its valiant men, was duly convicted, it was made to turn the prisons around every corner, little by little.

"And to this day. Naturally, the contract is broken, and the hero is just a man. Now, if there's still a way back to Japan, I guess I'm going to tenaciously break one or two of the prisons to show them, but unfortunately, royal summoning magic seems to be just one way to call it in. I'm sorry, were you shocked?"

"No, sort of."

The collector was bewildered by himself not so upset as he returned his words to the ancient springs. Anyway, I faced the fact that I would never be able to go back to Japan again, but my heart doesn't waver. The ability to question seemed lacking from some parts of the brain. I noticed a change in my mind and was confused.

"Klund, you are now linked to the princess, the contractor. That's like being dominated by a part of your brain, I mean. If the princess is the owner, the brave" we "are like well-trained dogs. It is restrained so that my heart is not distracted to obey the life of the Lord. You probably had a normal life in Japan, but whatever happens here, I'm sure you won't hesitate to protect your life."

"Mr. Jii. Don't you have that special ability anymore?"

Goronzo, who was listening on the side, sounded bored.

"Oh. I'm just out of shell right now."

The day after hearing the Confessions of the Ancient Springs, the Collector had not been able to digest the bad smoked in his chest.

(This is the result of my dedication to my country without complaining after being summoned on purpose. Besides, is the end of a hero of misfortune bedridden to his beloved princess like this?)

The collector felt something bitter in his mouth as he leaned against the wall and looked at the engraved side of the wrinkles of the ancient spring, which still did not wake up. From last night's story, the ancient spring would be in the middle of fifty, but from the side, it was so tiring that it only looked like an old man after seventy. On his face, countless squads of seniors emerge, and the ribs visible in his skin only barely support his body by wrapping up the meat.

(Apparently, if you're feeling relaxed, I might as well be in a flash)

All of a sudden, there can't be a way out of this prison with an American hero.

"Monoga."

"Supipipipi"

I hear pleasant sleep from Goronzo and Martha. I was lightly irritated. The collector, stretching his spine and ringing his shoulder bones, left Yarmil wearing a blanket.

"There's nothing to do if you wake up early."

"Ugh. I'm surprised. Good morning, Yarmil."

"Good morning. But if you'll excuse me, I'll take this stance until breakfast. As much as possible, I want to prevent health loss."

"Hey, aren't prisoners usually forced to work or something? Holla, pointlessly dug or buried back in the hole"

"What's the point of that?

"I don't know. But it's a popular task in my country. Source is subculture"

"Hmm. Sure, meaningless physical punishment is going to devastate people's spirits, but we don't do that kind of minded way here first. Punishment is a simple physical pain, or a complete abandonment, as we are today. Humans, it's painful not to do anything."

"Well, sure. You're a hippo."

"For me, it's very helpful to have thought about it."

The collector was often relieved as he looked at Yarmil's back, which had stopped moving again.

Shadows shadowed in front of the lattice about how long they had been doing so.

"Hey, new guy"

"Amen."

As it was brought to the wall, a shark-faced number spoke to the collector who was rowing the ship.

"Get out, it's a guest."

"A customer of mine?

"Come on, Ola."

When the collector came out of the small mouth of the cell, the leech bastard disappointingly fitted the square shackles and shackles made of cast iron. When you brace yourself to too much weight, you get a light kick around your hips. It took effort to put up with wanting to scream irrationally.

"What, are you staring at me? Walk, you fucking sinner."

The leech warden was nominated for an execution list in the heart of the collector.

In the rear, the ancient springs in the cell send silent ales.

The collector slowly proceeded down the sticky cobblestone corridor as he signaled with his eyes.

After a short walk, the corners are bent to climb the stone steps where the scalp is uneven.

I guess beyond that is no longer the compartment of the prison, there was an open large hall, surrounded by jailers around some old tables.

At the wall, countless red, black and dirty spears and sting forks are erected that presumably have never been cared for before. It was unclean, extreme and vicious.

"What, are you scared? What you have here is a business tool that you can imagine us doing when you run away, heh."

The leech man's mouth smelled like rotten raw garbage, and the collector turned away.

"Hey, hurry up and do something bad. I can't stop wanting to make us look good, bump, pop our eyeballs out and make a mess of ourselves."

"Don't open your mouth."

"Ah?"

"Don't talk to me with your shit-eating mouth, you filthy bastard."

You couldn't understand the words of the collector, the leech man stopped for a few seconds with his pompous mouth open, and then quickly red his face so that the mercury memory of the thermometer would rise.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit. Oh, shit."

The leech man became a horse rider when he slammed down the possessor, spinning his arms like a windmill and raining fists unceasingly.

Prisoners around forcefully pull away into a sudden rampage.

"Calm down!"

"What are you freaking out about, Donnie!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

The leech man, known as Doni, spits bubbles out of his mouth and goes wild as he semi-cryes over how unforgivable the sailor's words were.

"Mm-hmm."

Beh and a bloody spit flew out of the mouth of the keeper.

The leech man tried to hit him again as he slowly wiped his face with a grudge, but he stood still around and slammed his leg.

"Ngu, whoa, whoa! Kill me, kill me."

The collector, dragged by other prison guards, stretched out his tongue and made a small fool of himself with all his might.

"Goodbye, Donnie"

"Yep, yep, yep!

The collector finally lowered his drinks as he heard the roar like a mad monkey.

When I opened the wooden door and went indoors, the chilling air stabbed the treasurer's cheek wound.

Face up. Surprisingly, my mouth opened unexpectedly.

"Don't keep me waiting. What the hell were you doing?"

For a woman, there is a slightly lower voice mixed with danger.

Clear green eyes, a straight nose beam.

When the collector looked with caution, there was a small crying bolus under his right eye.

He is flushing his blonde hair behind him, which seems like he even has plenty of hips.

Last time I saw him, he was wearing armor, but now he was wearing a classy light water coloured surcoat.

Woman's breasts must be pretty big.

I could see it sticking out of my clothes. There is a small submissive knight in the back, but this one stood with a spear while in full military uniform.

"I don't even think I need to be named, but I am the daughter of Uncle Andrew, who serves the Romeless royal family and head of the Royal Kingsguard Knights, Victoire de Barthelmy. You are the modern brave man summoned by the princess, Clando Simon."

"Why don't you give me my name?"

As Victoire gazed at the knight behind him, a softly small card was placed on the desk placed between the two.

This is my student ID.

"In the royal summons, people from the same world as you have ever been called. Oh, sure, even with the summons thirty years ago. Anyway, to some extent, we're analyzing the characters, so there's nothing you can't tell by the name."

Victoire shouted his high nose, making him laugh huffy. Rocket tits are exposed recklessly. Unconsciously, both arms took the eagle's stance.

(Yabe. She's a good mess. Tits, rubbing......!

It was pretty true.

"So, what can I do for you? You haven't hit me enough yet."

When the collector tried and pretended not to be interested, he visually raped his breasts with one eye. How dull. Victoire arms in front of his chest as if unaware. Big breasts are increasingly emphasized. The collector pulled back a little so they wouldn't notice. I was convinced it was manners to pull.

"I'll change the story, but the power of the contract with the princess is amazing. The wounds are almost perfect. Some of it remains ugly."

The collector, when he touched his cheek, was stunned that the wounds he had received from the prison guard earlier were indeed blocked.

In the first place, it's an anomaly to be lynched by a dozen fully armed Knights to be able to move around in less than a day.

(I'm used to the anomaly. In the first place, I can't feel the anomaly.)

"Did you come all the way to the Knights?"

Come to think of it, it was a divergence from reality to have these disrespectful mouths across the street from almost first-person, and celebrity, white beauties.

The collectors, very average Japanese, were not of a sociable type in one way or another. While talking to a woman, it was more or less common to be touching her body. Therefore, I am not good at verbal communication.

"It's not true, Princess. It's a good idea."

As soon as possible, the toothpick in her words gets worse. Conversely, the collector's discourse intensified.

"Let me get this straight!

"I'm here to release you."

Victoire turns sideways.

Long hair hides the eye area, so I can't really read the expression, but I guess the bat is bad, so even the collector could understand.

"All that lumping, beating the crap out of you, I guess it's not a bush to be alarmed"

"It's"

Victoire unwittingly grips his mouth and gets nagging.

Like a toddler being scolded, I saw.

The zodiac couldn't hide her surprise as she panicked while clapping out for actions that didn't fit the rational, cold image that had hitherto been in her.

"I asked the princess later, and it turns out you didn't attack her."

"No, that bucket thing is"

"Behemoth is dead. I guess that was destiny. The princess's brave summons was incomplete. Most historically, there has never been an example of a successful Brave Summon except for the first generation. The alien monsters who stormed around in the castle would also have been subjected to the aftermath of the unsuccessful summons. From the carcass, the autopsy of a court magician allowed the remnants of an unusual magic. So with the erasure method, you're the brave one. Klund."

"Come on, you messed up about me by mistake."

A collector slaps an angry, less desk with both hands.

At the same time, Victoire has pinched his desk and turned to his face.

"I'm sorry"

"What?"

"I must apologize for my knight's pride. Victoire de Barthelmy hereby apologizes for insulting and disparaging your clandestine Simon without any doubt."

Victoire folds his body in two and lowers his head.

The collector did not imagine this development.

Though different worlds, nobles and all that kind of human beings decided to settle for a half-wife with a strange face even if they realized their mistakes, and even took it for granted to try to erase every single one of those mistakes.

(This guy is getting funny. mostly me)

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

"I'm sorry, didn't I?"

"Ah?"

Blur and his mouth engraved a wild laugh without daring to listen back, though he had a degree of voice that the collector could not hear.

Come on, open tutoring of white beauties in all directions.

The collector was on track. Close your face with Gui. Smelled fluffy and sweet.

The important part hardened.

"So what do I do? I need to get you in front of the princess."

"Ahem? I don't know."

The collector flickered his palms around the left and right sides of his body, dancing around the narrow indoors, asking him how he felt and how he felt now, reversing his position and singing.

Victoire's neat face is quietly distorted by confusion and haste.

A trance like no good struck the treasurer.

"Well, this is an apology."

"Mmm."

Victoire hands me a heavy leather bag. As the collector turned the contents upside down and smashed them on his desk, the rough and romless gold coins sounded clear.

"Whoa, money? You want me to cat you with something like this?... I'll take it for now."

"I had it out with all the Knights. In today's Romles, salary delays are not uncommon due to a decline in national power"

That's not pretty. I thought so, but I won't show it to my face.

Damn, that's a tough story to receive after you hear it. Normally.

But I'll get you a mon, Gehihi.

The treasurer received a heavy bag with a shimmer on the tannic side that he had no choice.

"Anyway, come to the royal palace. Then I'll ask as much after I see the princess."

Victoire stood up, shifting his thin chin tip to qui and urging his squire to open the door.

Why did you hear me squeal about this, but the keeper thought about the rest of this as he shrugged the gold coin?

Apparently, that princess fell in love with her masculinity at first sight.

(From here on out, I'm going to build you an unwieldy, knowledgeable, otherworldly harem with my good talking and nice humor that soothes the feelings of my boxed daughter)

It's bad for everyone, but I was simply happy to be able to leave this stinky, dirty place.

"Nevertheless, I'm glad you made it, Klando. It would have been a little late."

Mmm.

"What, you don't know? He said all the convicted criminals in your cell were gathered."

Hmm?

"What does that mean?"

"Don't ask me. Whatever, it's confidential information, but Wang Zheng made the law officer push the sentence of the execution or something."

The collector felt Victoire's words dictate somewhere in his heart as he dreamed of the prison guard removing the shackles from his hands and feet.

"Was there someone important in that room?"

Victoire bends his face to look back.

A white blade struck the collector's neck.

A sharpened willingness to kill strikes me abruptly.

Victoire's obedient knight pulled out a white-bladed song knife and danced through the universe.

"Sizka!?

Ignoring Victoire's voice, the squire swings the knife down from the top.

The collector was replaced by the prison guard next door as he roughly half-rotated his body.

The blade slapped the prison guard in the face directly from the front.

"Ngu!

Called Sizka, the squire breaks the prison guard with each helmet and packs the distance to the collector at once.

From the deeply lowered sight, a murderous glance shook off the collector.

"You!"

"Stop it, Cora"

Two prison guards pop their hands out and jump to capture the skinny like a little bird.

The song knife drew an arc.

"Drool."

"Oops eh!

The knight's swinging knife bounced off the neck of the two men as they flowed in a useless motion.

The collector runs trying to sew through a bunch of prison guards.

Everywhere, anger, screaming, conditioning and drinking glasses, and cards used for beating scattered.

The Cavalier slashes the prison guards gathered like ants on sugar from one end, just after the collector.

The fierce fear and despair made him shrink as if he had gripped the stomach of a collector.

Damn, that woman is blowing all the good stuff.

You were going to smuggle him from the start.

As the collector strained against the wall, he felt uncomfortable when he saw Victoire standing flat and holding his hand on his mouth.

That was a really faint wipe.

"Ooh guys, don't put it together! Oops."

A jailguard with a shark-faced face was cut into hangings and his knee was broken with gakun.

The flowing blood accumulates and builds a pond.

So as to surround the knight of obedience, each of the eight men sets up spears and forks.

When the squire flickered his red cloak, he rushed toward the nearest man.

A man rolled out his spear all at once.

As the squire sank and fled, he stuck his sword out with one hand and profoundly determined the man's stomach.

Continue to make sure the man next to you slaps the spear and hits it down from the top.

In a calm motion, the squire broke the spear's ear completely.

The throat of a man who was taken by fire. It's like defenseless.

When the submissive knight jumped up and grabbed the tip of the blade of the ear that danced in the universe, he threw it and let it die.

"Oh, my God. Whoa."

Slightly fly the fork that strikes the horizontal giraffe from behind and push the knife backwards.

The knife of the submissive knight reached from the man's right eye to his cerebrum and destroyed it with ease.

Keep going, rolling down the floor without stopping the movement, cutting the tibia of the two men who stood side by side as if cutting a radish.

Humans cannot be upright if their legs are cut off.

As the squire fell asleep, one alternately stabbed the inside of his face from the tip of his collapsing chin and the other through a skewer into his heart.

A lot of blood dyes the helmet worn by the squire red.

"Whoa, whoa."

A man driven by fear steps at his feet and runs out with a sword.

The squire did not stand completely on one knee, and when it was easy, he jumped up the man's sword, trying to pay the throat buddha to make a decision.

"Hiiyi"

"Well, it's a bucket. Ahhh."

The other two even fly to throw their spears and get a little distance from their obedient knights.

"Yabe, come here."

Without a large number of prison guards, the squire slowly approaches the collector.

The foothold, however, is the reaper itself.

"Come. Ah."

The treasurer's stress culminated, throwing a packed bag of gold coins that he had reflexively.

The obedient knight's helmet rolled onto the floor, making a noise as to whether the unleashed bag hit him at a good angle.

"Nha."

The face in the detached helmet belonged to the girl who still left her young.

The black hair was bloody but long and beautiful.

In the eye of a slice length, a small nose that went through.

The skin was white as snow and unusually glossy.

"Are you Japanese?

The face only looked like a high school girl whose zodiac was watching in front of the station, no matter where she looked from.

The collector was trembling with constant fear, but feeling nostalgic somewhere.

It is the first woman of Asian descent I have seen since I came to this world.

Let me walk in my uniform and you won't make any distinction.

But I can't find any emotion in her obsidian eyes.

That reminded me of a deep bottomless lake surface that was chilled out.

She slaughtered and killed a dozen people in minutes. The sword is beyond the realm of masters.

The collector was conscious of a certain death as he stared into the girl's eyes.

As the girl showed strong tension in her muscles in an attempt to pretend down the blade placed on the upper stage, a spear rolled out of the side, as the wind did for a while.

"Stop it!"

Victoire broke in between the possessor and the obedient knight, hitting on his miserable beauty.

A sudden rage rises from Victoire.

The collector, sitting on the floor with his hips crushed, still gripped the fragments of the liquor bottle that had fallen.

"You. What are you doing here, answer me?"

Ignoring Victoire's voice call, the squire looks around and confirms that his siege is thickening as he winds far away.

"Oh, wait."

The subordinate knight's judgment was swift. Without even swinging back Victoire, he rushes towards the exit. Several blockers were slaughtered and killed one after the other, and a blood breeze broke out.

"What the hell, Victoire? You were trying to kill me after all with good things."

"No, I didn't order that"

"Ugh, it was like they were doing this shit in a place like this. I still have things to do."

"What do I have to do?

With the spear grabbed, Victoire turns his eyebrows into eight letters.

It's about fucking a good woman like you and dying on your stomach.

In an attempt to tell him so, he embarks upon himself and opens his eyes.

All over the room, there are jailers with missing limbs.

I could see a giant moving around kicking that bug herd. He is the gay warden.

Camarovich was diseased as he wielded a large wooden hammer.

Shit, what sucks, everything sucks like never before.

I glance at myself and twist my body trying to rush out.

I felt an intense impact on the back of my head and the sound of my senses switching off patchy.

Vision closes toward the center at the same time up and down.

Molino's double chin with a nasty grin disappeared in the sight of the zodiac.

When I woke up, a thin dirty stone wall approached me.

Of course, it wasn't the free outside world, it was a jail full of starved air and loser smell.

"Oh, shit. Let's start over again."

The groaning gloomy sound of the dead echoed from around as the collector rubbed all over his body with his eyes closed.

"I'm done, you guys!

When the collector looked around, four of them rolled like old springs, Goronzo, Yarmil and Martha were friendly and out of borough.

There is dark blood and vomit on all the blankets that have been rubbed off.

Too harsh, a wrinkle leaned between the zodiac's eyebrows and nose.

"That gay bastard fucked me"

"Ugh, shit. That son of a bitch, he's like a scalpel stick, so he snaps it up."

"Shit, shit, shit. Absolutely, a revolution. I'm gonna revolutionize you. Oh."

"My ass, my ass. Ah."

Martha keeps her white eyes pointed at her, keeping her anus down and shrimping against her. The collector, who found out his purity had been lost, was mercifully but unconsciously guarding his anus with both hands.

"In particular, Martha is seriously ill. Maybe he can't get back on his feet."

"I hope you enjoyed Atashi's extraordinary course."

I glance reflexively outside the lattice.

There was a figure of Camarovich with a giant hammer on his shoulder.

"I wonder what you're looking at, modern brave man, no, Simon Klund. Yeah, well, your release's gone."

"Victoire is. What happened to her?"

"Um, nobleman? I've been wanting to pick it up. I was breathing about coming back tomorrow, but that's impossible."

"What do you mean, it's"

"Because you got lost in that crisp mess and ran away. Simon Klund, what can I do to thank you for destroying Atashi's castle?"

Camarovich licked his lips around with a long tongue as he smiled nicely and nasty.