Dungeon+Harem+Master

What was inflicted on the collector as punishment was logging operations near the prison. Built on the outskirts of the Wang capital, this place lies on a small high hill, surrounded by woods and loose slopes.

Given the prisoner's rebellion, only fifty prison guards equipped with steel armor and weapons were placed around the perimeter, and the collectors were allowed to use them for removal were toothed scarecrows and wooden shavings. Cut down the trees that have grown around you and dug up the remaining roots with a shovel. Prisoners engaged in the labor of only a hundred had the eyes of a loser still.

Here the collector worked with a man named McKinley with forty tangles.

"So from today on, I'm your partner. Nice to meet you. Well. Brothers."

McKinley looked similar to a lean kamakiri, but with good guidance and care, he taught me the iroha of labor without anything.

Anyway, don't work too hard.

Logging labor continues from sunrise to sunset. If I had done everything I could from start to finish, I would have no body, although not very much.

Or, if you take your hands off too much, the guard will strike you with a stick mercilessly in your hand, so you have to keep a certain speed while you take your hands off moderately.

"It doesn't mean you're serious or your prison term is shorter. If I could just keep my eyes on you, I wouldn't be able to live three days. I fucked her in moderation."

Dig up the stump, rooted in the earth with the scissors, and take charge of it with the mock, and move it.

It is an extremely simple task, but its labour intensity is not in parallel. The dirt I dug up had to be carefully filled back, and the surrounding forests were endlessly wide, and I didn't think the end would come with the power of about a hundred people, no matter what I thought.

Besides, the collectors were to be kept away from the ancient springs and put in solitary confinement.

I can't chat to pee while I'm at work, or alone, I was too bored in the room.

(Damn. You have the soul guts to botch me. I miss you, I want to chat)

It is the obvious harassment of Camarovich. It is an operation to isolate one of the collectors from a friendly prisoner and to hunt down the spirit. More than ten hours of manual labor and a monotonous repetition without moisture. Within seven days, the light gradually lost from the eyes of the treasurer.

"Nevertheless, it's the mess of the mesh that I can't stand"

In the morning and evening, the rations are distributed to porridges like diarrhoeal stools, with a slight slice of corn bread. No protein was given and no salt gas was available. Humans gradually lose hegemony when salt is drained. This salt drain was enjoyed by a collector accustomed to the dark taste of modern Japan.

Life without end and hope. The days lost sight of the release by the summoner seemed to be endlessly walked down an endless path that extended.

The incident occurred on the eighth day.

"What?

As usual, when the collector was working with McKinley to take charge of the mockingbird, he heard the prisoner scream from under a slope close to the woods.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit, crand! Run eh!!

"Hey, hey. What's going on?

McKinley shouted like crazy, throwing a mockingbird and running out for jail.

The prisoners fled the scene anyway with one will, like a herd of gazelles being chased by lions.

The collector did not know why, imitating McKinley ran up the slope. Oddly enough, the prison guard was not trying to blame him for abandoning his labor, but slowly wandered off and stretched his gaze downwards. Confused, I lowered my point of view in the same way.

There, prisoners who were working near the woods away from the building were seen swarmed by little black things.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

"That's a goblin. I live near this forest. Yatsuru. Sometimes, yeah, they attack me. Damn!!"

A goblin was a subhuman, visible throughout this Romless kingdom and the surrounding nations.

It is a creature that resembles a small ghost who is short, suspicious, and powerless, but highly reproductive.

Via Romeless in the official language, some tribes have forces that do not even insult the human race in some regions.

Not particularly rare, but the Zodiac was the first creature to come into this world and see it, alien.

McKinley, poisoned, pounded his tongue violently. The prison guards watch the prisoners being attacked, waving as if enjoying the show. I could see monkeys spinning in copper coins everywhere, whether bets were also made.

The goblins knock out the escaped prisoners handily when they pierce them with something short. The prisoners who had been pulled down were trying to escape by moving their bodies as hard as the fish they had caught. Only a sad scream echoes beneath my eyes.

Seeing, the flock of goblins is chopping off the neck of a prisoner who has stopped moving and dragging him with his legs. A neat move reminded me of a trained army.

"There's not much prey around here, especially. So sometimes they come at us working."

McKinley groaned with regret, blubbering with a blue-white face. The fear-tightened back is like an old man shrunk down small. It showed how many times their raids were repeated.

"They eat humans."

"They don't eat humans for anything, no matter how much. The goblins seem to be taking back to their nests the humans who did it and dropped their necks, carving meat and mixing it with livestock bait. Mountain boars usually eat rabbits."

The collector, blushing, was trembling at the outrage taking place at his feet. I don't know, were you moving forward? McKinley grabbed his shoulder and shook his face left and right.

"If you're trying to help the ones downstairs, don't. I can't help it. There are hundreds of them. Exactly, I won't even try to attack an armed prison guard. Stay close to the building and you'll be fine. Besides, you might have gotten it somewhere, but it's armed with swords and spears. Bare hands can't help it. You have to give up on the one who's running late."

"But..."

"There's nothing you can do about it. Anyway, when we work near the woods, we just have to look around. If you think it sucks at all, you run away without thinking about people. That's the secret to a long life here."

It was the same time that the collector ate up his teeth.

I heard a young woman mixed in with the screaming of wild men.

Moving the point of view hard, I saw a small shadow, running far beyond the slope.

The gray robe is ripped off and the brown hair is windy.

The odd side of hiding his face was something that looked familiar somewhere.

"Oh, that's Maggot!!

Someone from the prisoner screamed. As soon as possible, the men were colored.

"I bowled it down the hill to dump it with the goblins!!

"He's not following me at all. He's the one."

Four goblins are chasing Maggot's back.

"Wait, help me now!!

"Oh, I'm coming, too."

Is it rich in proselytizing hearts? Or did you expect a thank you after you helped, two men who don't hide their lower hearts go down the hill trying to help Maggot. Voices were the only ones with good prestige. One of the men, on his way down screaming, an arrow was shot hard from the back of the woods.

"Whoa, whoa."

One died rolling down the slope as he was shot through his throat, stomach and chest.

Quite close to the hilltop where the collectors are. I saw the work of the goblins well. The blue-black, rugged-headed little devils processed carefully by piercing a blade into a still warm chunk of meat. When I implanted a dagger in my throat and cut off my neck, I kicked it down to the slope just because it was out of the way.

The blade is inserted into the base of the shoulder of the flesh where the bubble and blood blow out, cleverly cutting off the arm.

The corpse, which was left only with the torso and the leg, seemed like an unreal object. Maggot had already lost his temper to escape, or he was sitting around frozen. I guess he's totally out of hips. The hood I was wearing came off sharply, and I saw the strange thing sticking out of my head.

"My ears......!

The collector has excellent eyesight. The two ears protruding over Maggot's head were not human, no matter how you look at them, but that of the beast.

"What, subhuman? Chip."

"No matter how many women, it's not a beast thing."

As the collector watches the strange ears sticking out of Maggot's head, the prisoners who were watching him sympathetically continually move off the hill to the prison house.

"Guys, what the hell is going on? What the fuck is a subhuman!

"Huh? Where the hell are you from? That's the Warcats out of ear shape. Damn it, it doesn't make sense to risk your life to help."

As the collector stood stunned, McKinley complemented the words of the prisoner's man with a tired face.

"I don't know if you're new here, but there's a jinx here that says when you hold a subhuman woman, you can't get out of prison until you die. Poor Maggot, too. I guess that's why I was working on that side. If you find out, I'm sure you'll be the one to greet and receive his mesh. Yes, hey. Though I knew rumors that I could see a delicious eye. Right, subhuman. That's what I'm talking about."

McKinley turned his back. Goblins finished demolishing the prey put their hands on the hem of Maggot's robe. There will no longer be a scream, goblins flocking to the little body.

The treasurer's cheeks burned hot as fire.

When I realized it, I was running out with a cuddle in my arms.

A voice flew from behind to stop it.

Do you mind?

Here, if you stand there, I'm not gonna be me.

The treasurer barked sharply and struck the oxen down on the head of the goblin.

What, the dull feeling stayed in my hand.

The monster of the little ghost, severely struck by the brain weather, cramped his limbs, doh flipped behind his back.

"Get up! Over here!!

"Oh...?

The collector kicked the goblins that were swarming as he drew the maggots to the goi.

On the back length of one hundred and eighty three, with a near-eighty kilometer eye keeper and less than one hundred and forty goblin bodies, it doesn't even make a push.

The three remaining goblins shouted and poked at me.

Even though they were small, each had a small dagger in his hand.

The collector swung his wax with selflessness, covering his maggot and slowly retreating.

"Ugh!?

I neglected to observe my surroundings because I was all concerned about it in front of me. The Goblins, who perceived the crisis in their people, unleashed an arrow and started shooting back at them. An arrow butt ate deep into his wrist, right shoulder, and flank. It was literally the first time in his life that a college student had killed each other.

I'm not ready or shit. Only the fact that he was shot with an arrow floated heavily in the back of his brain.

Fear is stronger than pain.

Tremors come from Maggot's body clinging to his back. The fright contagious or the body could not move successfully. My vision narrows rapidly.

A blade of goblins penetrating directly from the front pierced his belly deeply. It's not like it hurts. Right in front of me, there was a burn in bright red, and the hair on my spine stood zongly upside down.

Turning his right hand around Goblin's neck with all his might, he tightened it up.

Golly, I heard a bone rattling, and I smashed my neck. Something blew out when I saw a different monster blowing blood bubbles.

I pulled Maggot's hand and ran.

Several arrows stood on his back.

He looks down at Goblin's face as he persists in chasing him.

A crisp, blunt sound broke the pattern.

As my breathing gets intense and rough, my head boils and I can't even think about it.

I saw the prison guards approaching me in desperate shape.

Looking back at Chirali and his back.

You gave up with a large number of humans in your eyes, and the goblins leave as the tide draws.

"It's okay now."

The maggot that I was about to hug clings to me.

Consciousness was shattered.

When the collector regained consciousness again, it was on the cold floor of the cell. I feel a gaze from behind my head. When I finally only raised my face, there, a beautiful girl with big eyes stared silently at me with tears in her eyes.

"Good. You noticed."

"You..."

The girl looked about twelve or three. My brown hair was shaking quietly in the light darkness.

His big eyes were blue and he looked loving overall.

"I'm Maggot. Good, you noticed. I thought I'd never wake up again."

Maggot lay his face down on his sleeve and cried out sickly. Over my head, my fluffy ears like cats are popping out. Is this the subhuman the prisoners were talking about? Unlike cosplay, it sticks directly out of my hair. The basics are no different from those of dogs and cats. If you look closely, in the evidence that it is not a crop, there is all the biscuits and hair spawning inside. Seeing where it moves into hiccups and small pieces, it was definitely her own thing.

"Ah, ears."

You noticed the collector was looking at his ears jizzily, and Maggot did his hand at first sight.

The colour of fright is dark, wondering if he will not be reproached. strange form, but did not find it particularly offensive. Oh, there was a big part of me that was convinced that it was something like that.

"Oh, nothing. I don't know. I'm just a little surprised I've never seen a guy like you before."

"Uh, tribes like me. Well, he said he'd never seen a sub. I wonder where you're from."

Maggot left it to himself, and when he realized what the words meant, the bat seemed to distort his face badly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Well, the countryman didn't make a fool of himself. Uh, uh, you know, that's crazy. If you'd noticed, I would have thanked you anyway. Hey, did I offend you?

"Ha, fine. I don't care."

"Ha, good. You know, you know. I just wanted to say thank you for your help. Good. Don't hate me before I thank you."

When Maggot breathed ho, he combined his hands in front of his chest and smiled happily.

Her cheeks stained bright red like apples and her eyes were somewhat feverish.

Even though he was a child, he had an indescribable colour.

The collector, coughing, scratched his head as he fell asleep.

"Ma, it looks like we didn't have any major injuries to each other when we were doing that."

I went to change the subject. As soon as possible, Maggot's face was distorted into a kushakusha.

"Like it's not good. You seem to be bleeding a lot. How could you help me?"

"Come on, I don't know. I noticed it popped up."

"What a loss..."

From the other side of the lattice it was time, and a thin arm stretched out and touched the cheek of the collector. It feels cold and smooth. When I woke up surprised, there was a maggot face that distracted my gaze like it was lit.

"Hey, your name. Tell me."

"I'm Shimonzo."

"Simon?"

"No, that's by last name"

"Do you have a last name? Could it be that you're a man of your stature?

"No, it's not. Anyway, his name is the collector. Call me Klund."

"Klando, yeah. Klund."

Maggot snapped his name a few times with his eyes down, whether he liked the sound of the words. My shapely little nose is humming. It was adorable like a kitten.

"Hey, Klando. If you like, be friends with me."

From that day on, the collector and Maggot became friends. That said, the collector is in a cage.

The only time I could see Maggot was two meals in the morning and evening. Stealing the eyes of the other jailers and having a conversation was medium difficult, but the two enjoyed this chat so they could enjoy the flirting. If you ask me, Maggot was a clan classified as a sub named Warcat at the age of twelve. She was honest, not particularly drawn to the fact that she was a slave.

Maggot had one brother who was now making money in the capital and would be outsourcing her by the end of the year.

"I'm sorry, I'm just free"

She wasn't spinning her head faster, there were parts of her that sometimes seemed as if she couldn't keep up with the stories of the collector, but she patiently tried to listen and understand. The roots are good, but I was often scolded by other prison guards at times for not being very good at the guidelines.

As the collector and Maggot deepened their friendship, she gradually opened her mind to sweeten whether she had also forgotten that she was a prisoner.

(Such a child. You must miss your brother)

It's a gloomy workplace where even big men cry. As a slave, she would also have needed a place in her heart to work freely for twenty-four hours.

In addition, by the end of the week, he came to visit in front of the room in confidence until midnight.

Only Warcat, and Maggot was clever to kill footsteps.

The cell with the caveman also worked advantageously, being the most corner of the room, the man next door being old and sleeping well at night and never waking his eyes. When things were hard and sad, Maggot came to the front of the room and stood with his eyes full of tears. Each time, the collector reached out of the lattice and stroked Maggot's little head.

"Mia."

While Maggot was being stroked in the head, he looked so relaxed that he narrowed his eyes and made him look like a cat in the sun.

If I had a sister of my own, would it have been like this? Maggot inspired not to screw up and work hard every day, and only at any given time did something warm dwell in the hearts of the collectors.

I woke up in the morning and told him I was coming to Maggot, and when I got home at night, I told him before dinner, and when the Birds had disappeared, he secretly talked to me. The collector found a light blue flower during logging operations and sneaked it to Maggot for picking.

"Beautiful. Thank you, Klando."

She began to carry it with her all the time after a while using it as a embossing flower.

"Glad to hear it. Like I'm really happy."

When Maggot pressed and held the embossed flower, he shook his tail and danced. The collector sat as close as possible by the lattice when Maggot came to the front of the room. Because this way we can feel a little more of each other's body temperatures even across wooden cells. The collector was lonely, but that was the same in Japan. Unfamiliar, he has nothing to wait for home in Japan. Still, living in a world I'm not sure about was hard. It's not just habits, it's everything you eat that's heterogeneous. The two, even as if they were different races, stood together as true brothers and sisters to maintain a balance of mind.

"Where I was born, it was on a hill full of beautiful flowers. Grandpa and Grandma. Mothers and fathers. I went to the river with a lot of brothers and sisters. On a beautiful day, we all sleep in the sun with warm grass."

Maggot narrowed his eyes about the days that had passed. In her old story, nothing special happened. A pale, lacking routine. I don't know how she dropped herself into slavery, but I couldn't imagine how much suffering she'd had to get there, to a collector who had a mediocre way of life.

"Your brother is an adventurer."

"Adventurer?

"Yeah. Adventurer. I'm working hard in the capital right now. So when I saved up my money and left, I said I was going to the dungeon."

"Heh. See you later. That's a big adventure. Are you some kind of athlete?"

"My brother said that all the way from the Wang capital, at the end of the south, there was a labyrinth city, and there was a guild with lots of adventurers. One day, when I leave here, me and your brother will dive into the dungeon and adventure together. If you do, you'll make a lot of money! That way, even my family can live with me, like they used to. At that time, I'll ask the king to get Klund out of here too."

"Right. In time, please."

"Yeah. Me, I like Klander. So if you can get out of here, adventure with me and my brother in Klund!!

"Ha. Right, that's good. By the way, what a place is that labyrinth city?

Maggot, holding his head in, began to roar. The cat ear over his head falls asleep with Petan, and the elongated tail is in motion noodles.

"Silver Villago!"

Maggot always snuck around with his little beanbook. When the collector asked me to show him a lot of free time, he handed it to me, swelling his nose proudly.

"I can't read it."

"Actually, I can't even read it. I need to be able to read it by the time your brother picks you up."

Maggot didn't want to be clumped with his feet, and laughed lonely, pinching the pressed flowers he had received from the collector.