Dungeon+Harem+Master

In the middle of the night, Maggot, who was bound to sneak in, never showed up. During the day, my body is tired because I work hard. Only when, while laying down, did the treasurer get sucked into deep sleep. As I was rowing the ship in a state of dreams, I heard footsteps running over on patties and cobblestones.

"Cland, great......!

"Hey, you shouldn't make such a big noise about anything"

Maggot is moving his hands on the locks, completely ignoring the voice of the collector. Low brightness, even in thin lights, soon found out that it was the key to the barn.

"Where the hell is that coming from"

"Quick, run away. If we don't get out of here, Klund will."

"What are you doing, come on?"

"Temee, you fucking subhuman."

The jailer, who heard the noise, froze at the same time as he realized what Maggot was doing.

They're trying to open up the prisoner with dignity. Faster than the collector screamed, the jailer kicked up Maggot's flank. As the ball rolled, Po and Maggot's body was slapped against the wall as it floated in the universe. A bunch of keys in my hand made a dry noise and cobbled.

The collector grabbed the lattice and tried to push it open at all costs.

Even if it was pointless behavior.

The prison guards slammed mercilessly a large rub-like stick against Maggot's back without a clue. Many, many times.

Stop, I said. I screamed, "Please stop." Maggot eventually stopped moving without screaming but still being.

The collector kept beating him like a broken doll until the skin of his hands tore and the meat could be exposed and the plaid of the tree stained bright red. That lasted until the jailer followed Maggot, who became like a borough rag and stopped being picky, even in the garbage. It was a hell of a time.

As Ancient Springs narrowed his eyes to a hint of snow, he put his olive hood back on his eyes and hurried from the suspended bridge down to the waiting room of Princess Marianne sufficiently early.

Three years had passed since the summons by the Romless Kingdom from the late Japan.

There was also confusion in the first few months.

There are still large parts of the Medieval European level that are hard to tame with interculturalism, even though words are inexorable due to contracts that take place simultaneously with the success of the summons.

Sometimes it was still the presence of Marianne that supported my mind.

But the two of them were making a lot of mistakes these days.

I really wanted to see Marianne today in order to fill the void I've had.

The interpretation is that of another country.

Even if merit and power are acknowledged, we cannot rule out all discrimination. Marin, the only friend of the ancient fountain, was happy to announce his meeting with the princess and arrange leftovers. At an early point, I was fortunate to have been cut off from work. It's a joy.

For the first time in months, trying to make sure of each other's love, the inside of Ancient Springs' chest was ringing like an early bell.

Big eyes moistened like black pearls. Dark as pitch black, long hair.

And the nipples pointed up steadily like they were coming out of the chest, a busty breast.

The ancient springs were thorough platonic, even if Marianne and I thought so, and there was no meat exchange.

It is always seen from around with the eyes of a princess, while also exacerbating the identity difference. It was pretty hard to poke a gap and get to the two of us.

The Romless Castle is made of total stone, considering its defense, and regardless of summer, winter is so cold that it can't even move from its feet.

Ancient Springs dreamed of Marianne's young, slippery, shiny white skin and soggy beauty meat in her brain, draining her blood. I think I have strong self-control myself. But it felt different to really want her in carnal desire. Someday, I will make an absolute feat and apply for marriage with dignity, as everyone in the country will admit. The dream took hold when I reached the front of the room.

(No guards, what do you mean!?

Assuming, it is the princess's room.

It can't be that anything is deserted.

Koizumi searched for but couldn't even see the guards and samurai, who had done the rent several times before and kept them away from the room.

I stood in front of the door anxiously and noticed a voice leaking from inside.

Obviously, that was only a good word for interaction between men and women.

"No. No, Fabian, please don't."

"Nice, Marianne. I can't stand it anymore, look, look."

The ancient fountain looks directly at what is visible from the gap in the door, but for some time, his whole body was stiff and he could not breathe.

(Why, why, Marianne! By virtue of that, he took it like that!

Beyond the door, it was the man who was eagling Marianne's rich double hills with his hands from behind, Fabian von Romles of the clan, Marianne's cousin. To its ambitious appearance, the deep face of the sculpture was a force not found in the Japanese.

(Why are you looking so grumpy. Oh, even the type I hate the most, you said so!

"Oh, no, no, no, you shouldn't. To me, brave man."

"What a brave man, Marie. Now, I'm the man who's delighting you here. I'll make you forget about the man who leaves you alone and makes you lonely."

Fabian held Marianne's shoulder, skilfully manipulating her hairy boneless fingertips to her fingers, causing a kissing rain on her neck muscles.

"Hmm. Oh... I really can't."

"That's a pretty smell, Marie. You're really nice. Here."

"Mmm."

Fabian began to covet the cherry pale lips, overlapping her mouth forcefully as she tilted Marianne's face.

Koizumi congested his eyes bright red as he scratched his head.

The moment he tried to jump into the room, he felt a dull pain in his neck and a mild intoxication struck him.

Who is it?

My tongue tip is paralyzed and I can't speak. Barely, turning his neck only backwards, there Clarice, a princess samurai, was grinning damned with her armor following a lily flower.

"What,"

"Brave man. Be quiet. It's just a numbing pill, don't worry, there's nothing else in life."

Clarice winked with her index finger against her lips as she winked with one eye looking fun.

The drug solution applied to the tip of the tooth of the tooth glows.

The ancient fountain collapses from its knees to the spot. All I have is anger at my dumbness additions and subtractions.

Still, only my gaze didn't move with the door behind me.

Why are you doing this?

"Why, that's your order, Fabian. To show off your affair with the princess to the brave."

Clarice glanced inside through a gap in the door with unusual heat eyes as she sifted her bright brown hair. Nature, it took the form of leaning in with ancient springs, with a sweet smell.

I felt uncontrollable emotions, similar to the feeling of impatience, boiling from my intestines.

For Ancient Springs, Clarice was one of the few people who could forgive Marianne's next heart.

Due to her cute looks like a doll and her fashionable personality, Ancient Springs, on the other hand, thought of her as her sister.

They were holding me in, Clarice too!!

Ancient Springs was witnessed interacting between Fabian and Marianne, conscious but unable to speak and move from the spot.

"Completely, you're bedridden. Brave man."

Clarice's eyes. I totally see a loser, it was a scornful gaze.

How did this happen?

Repeat the question.

Koizumi was in tears when he could only move one finger.

I can't do anything.

Ancient Springs was reminiscent of the first day in Marianne.

In the summoning formation, a soft hiragana that was bowed to himself.

When I laughed, I felt slightly wrinkled, but it felt like a troubled kitten.

She healed herself tired in a gorgeous atmosphere at all times.

Warm sunlight twinkled, the two of us walked through the garden in the morning, holding hands for the first time.

I would have given my life for this man.

Stretching your fingertips touches something hard.

From the tip of his teeth, which were known to be several pieces, he sent them to Clarice.

A girl like my sister dyed her cheeks with a blossoming innocent smile.

It won't arrive again. There's nothing you can do, this self.

Koizumi gently moved his immobile face.

I noticed a young escort, limping with frightened eyes.

I reached unconsciously to ask for help.

The fright disappeared from the man in the escort and distorted him about to cry. The memory broke off there.

"A dream!!

Koizumi Gongtaro shook his body, cut cold with sweat, as he woke up from his blanket.

Look around. As usual, it was in jail.

The Goronzos were snoring on the White River Night Ship as usual.

Also, I remember.

I had nightmares then, over and over.

Thirty years ago. I was made to be good. I had a chance to fight back.

I also had a powerful friend named Marin.

There is no way to be afraid, such as the army of Fabians who can only hold a woman. It should have been easy to kick it off.

Why, why did I run away over there?

Already, thirty years in the same place, glue and thought keep walking around looking for an exit.

Admit it.

Yeah, let's admit it.

Ancient Springs was afraid of the answer.

If Marianne showed an attitude that would cover Fabian.

With that in mind, we could no longer fight.

It was easier to stop thinking and spoil it to humiliation.

If you don't make the facts clear, you can stay a victim until you die.

Marianne was forced to commit a crime by Fabian. I was just unlucky.

The only thing she loved was herself.

Why are you here now?

Fire fell again upon the withered soul of the ancient fountain. Needless to say, it is the presence of the Shimen Collector.

The summoned brave will live a life of flirting with destiny.

Whenever that abominable future overlaps with its past self, the wound is heavily blurred back.

If you ask me, the collector seems to have gotten along well with a girl named Maggot who was a servant and a slave.

That was rumored to be a dumb man's mistake, not a beauty story in prison.

The collector didn't know, but it was a well-known fact that Maggot's previous job was a whore, as well as being sold off by his admiring brother. That was why the prisoners', every time they reacted.

Everyone was expecting Maggot because he was wearing a mask and hiding his face.

He said he was a former human whore.

Under no circumstances can you expect more from a young woman than to be a man.

But when I found out she was a Warcat sub, things changed.

Prisoners are responsible for the gens. Hopefully, I want to get out of this prison as soon as possible. I can't help but hope for that, even if it's impossible. When you touch a subhuman woman, you will be in trouble and you will never be able to return to Shabbah again. It is an odd jinx, but in a world of superstition, it swung as loud and as shaky as faith.

Subhuman and former businesswoman. An unknown countryman.

For the free prisoners, it was the laughing seed of the outfit.

As Ancient Springs continued to suffer, the other side of the hallway shrugged furiously.

"It's you, from all this morning"

"Hey Mi Yi Yi"

Goronzo and the others wake up to hear the noise. Standing on the other side of the lattice were Camarovich and several prison guards. They're carrying a man like a rundown. When the entrance was opened with a sound, it was thrown in. He was a half-dead collector.

"Hmm. Good morning, people crumbs. He's one of yours. I'm not trying to keep you company for the last morning or so."

"What does that mean?"

"This crumb snapped the neck of an approaching prison guard, no matter what he thought. So, it's the last time."

The zodiac did not move in silence like a dead man. But as soon as I heard the next word, I glanced at him like a beast.

"Maggot's stupid, too. Hey. Because slaves get on with their condition and notice the color. People are eavesdropping on stories, but trying to get prisoners away on their own. That's right, you're a whore to the bone marrow."

"Undo it -!"

The Voice of the Collector. It sounds like a voice from the bottom of the earth. Camarovich's been stunned for a moment.

"What does the last one mean?"

Ancient Springs asked in a low voice. Camarovich's face was distorted into joy.

"It's settled. Klund turned his slave Maggot over and executed him for trying to escape!! So, you and the rest of them, too."

"I'm kidding, it's tyranny! You can't even go to law school and do that!

"Yarmil, you seem to have some learning for the civilian population, but unfortunately only powerful nobles can the law be applied effectively. Mostly, most civilians can't even read words. I'll tell you the last good thing. Only the powerful will be granted the benefit of the law. Easily rewrite even the law for what is powerful in the first place. To be honest, if you guys survive any more, it's not convenient, or there's people everywhere who don't fit their asses well. Atashi gets donations from people like that and disposes of the seeds of their troubles."

"What's a donation? It's a bribe. I won't admit it."

Camarovich spits his spit out at Yarmil, wondering if he had let his mouth grip. Yarmil escaped the rain of his saliva as he held Martha's head in relief and protruded.

"You have decided not to admit it. Goronzo, you dressed too much like a bandit. The people who betrayed you asked senior government officials to keep plenty of gold in their hands and kill you in jail. Yarmil, you are truly brilliant, but it's also a disaster that your father was an extravagant, albeit civilian. It was Mr. Oyaji's commercial enemy who asked me to turn you off. Martha. In your case, the very fact that you were sent here was a setup, but you changed your mind about the nobleman who changed the story, and you still don't feel right about not disposing of it. And with the most noble wishes that Koizumi, Klund, and you two can't keep alive no matter what. It was unexpected that Maggot was listening."

"Queen or king? Hey, Camarovich. Why are you telling us that now? It wouldn't make sense."

Ancient Springs asked with a faint voice as he defiled the white beard on his mouth with the blood of his chewed lips.

"I used to be familiar with it. Thank you so much for taking care of me when I was young."

"When the hell are we talking about? I'm sorry, but I don't know a big guy like you."

"Really?"

And Camarovich came to the side of the lattice, and let him illuminate his face with a candlestick.

Ancient Springs had observed him licking Kamalonovich's face in a long way, but eventually he noticed something, stunned him, and eventually distorted his face tremendously in such a way that he couldn't stand it.

"You, the escort then. I was in front of Marianne's room."

"Let's see, I've noticed by now. I've known you for twenty years. Then - after all, it was Atashi who stirred up the present king!

"Why, why not!

"Why, I don't know yet. There are two reasons, but one is a secret. If you really want to know, I'm just going to tell you. Now, my lord, it seems Fabian was truly one-sided with Queen Marianne. Even if he was distracted from his prodigal son, he seemed to have been a bit of a whim to the woman he really liked. That's why Atashi taught you. A truly clever way for a woman to succumb to it by force. Thoroughly teaching your mind and body that you are only a chunk of meat. But that Marianne didn't seem to get to her heart."

"What, what,"

The ancient springs were blue-white as if they were ten years old at once.

"It's decided, isn't it, you? The queen's neck is koizumi. It was you! If you don't ask me, I'll kill Koizumi. I teach you how to use medicine and the fear of depriving you of what you love. Atashi doesn't like women, but it was B inside to watch the queen serve Atashi while she cried. Fabian was confused at first, but then he got used to Atashi's lead tutoring. Ah-ha. Ha. I can't believe that the woman that everyone worships as Queen is the woman that all the athletes have mocked. Yeah, well, that shouldn't be funny! It's not painful. Laugh! The king who shared a secret with Atashi raised Atashi to the warden, who was just a guardian. This job, yes, may not be bad and proud of the world, but the fruit that comes into your nostalgia to wipe out the injustice in you or to wipe out the people you don't like is an amount that you don't get in the same aristocracy. Now, the men and women I want, the expensive condiments, the jewels, everything belongs to Atashi, except, yes, just one."

"Just one?

"Let's not talk about it, it's almost dawn. We'll start the execution before dawn, in confidence. Um, it's not necessarily like my little noble daughter isn't coming back. You look like a head. It's the middle of nowhere. I'll put a cat on you. Enjoy your last day."

"Wait! What happened to Maggot?!?

"Oh, worry about that slave over this period? Phew, then I won't rot back, and I'll send that girl to the headstand with me! Stinky, dirty slave to the bride of the underworld!!

Camarovich slowly turns away.

I squeezed out everything I wanted and went home.

In other words, the deaths of the five men in this cell were definitive.

"I didn't betray you."

Dropped ancient springs twinkle with blur.

"Maggot, I will never let you die!!

Five eyes, like those that were dead, lit a flame of refinement.

Everyone's voice was aligned, not from anybody.

We're getting out of this cell.

As the collector pinched the cotton dust from his trouser pocket, he secured it to the hard part of the wall in the cell and continued to rub it hard with the fragments of the liquor bottle he had picked up during earlier brawls. Looks like Zbora, basically, inside the cell, once every three days, the prison guard checks in. Look around like a rat if something dangerous isn't hidden. In that regard, sharps such as missing ceramic fragments will end up being framed with severe punishment. However, if it was about a few centimeters, it was also possible to include it in the mouth and spend it.

"Keep an eye on anyone coming."

"I'll take care of it. Watch is Bandit XVIII."

Goronzo waves and alerts the area. Koizumi doesn't even squeeze his eyes with his arms together. Yarmil and Martha broke the ancient blanket fine and lined it up on the floor.

"Nah, is this how easy it is to get on fire"

"I'll take care of it. Ola, I got it."

The collector breathes when he cleverly transfers the spark to the cotton dust with friction heat.

"Okay, okay, I'll take care of the rest. I'll take care of it."

Gleaming happily, Goronzo blankets the spark.

At first, it was a small crease, but it eventually became just a fingertip, and at the end of the day it became a huge mass of flames that burned red.

"Hehe, burn, burn"

"You're almost an arsonist. Let's burn around this pillar."

Yarmil gave a bounced voice as he pointed to the pre-selected location.

The collectors cautioned against extinguishing the fire when they worked together.

Wrap a blanket around the wooden lattice in the cell handily. It was damp because it did not dry to Lok, so I was worried that it would catch fire well, but after a while the fire grew bigger and bigger.

"Hey, what are you gonna do when we get out of here?"

Staring at the fire, the fountain whispers softly.

"I'll be the best blacksmith in the world!

(blue-collar sharp)

"We're going back to banditry. I'll slice the golden balls of the ones who snitched on me and let them eat onions and dare."

(Criminals)

"I will revolutionize this country and strive for better politics."

(A political prisoner? You're going to grab it again or so)

"What about Jii?"

In response to Goronzo's inquiry, the ancient springs respond with a slight opening of their eyes.

"Sorry, nothing. Hey."

An unpleasant silence flowed.

"Well, what does Klando do when he just asks us?

"I'll help Maggot. Come on, I'm going to do it all over one end with a nice woman in this world!!

As Yarmil distorted his mouth while it was lightly taken, he returned his slightly uneven glasses to their steady position, spilling a grin.

"Oh, you, that's too straightforward. Well, maybe the best way for an idiot like you to get a good woman is to be an adventurer."

"Adventurer. Oh, you're an adventurer."

"There is a dungeon in this country that has never been attacked to the lowest level since its founding, called the Labyrinth of the Abyss, the Last Elusion. Anything, you think the first Romless King hid the most valuable treasure in this country at the bottom? It is said to be the quickest way for a person with a bare fist to get property by name. I would never do that."

"Why not?"

"You've made up your mind. Because it almost dies or becomes imperfect. It's a man's dream to try. Are you sure the deepest part of the attack is on the 10th floor? It's like you can eat pretty much even if you roll around."

I'll think about it.

Watching the flames lick vertically and horizontally through the lattice as he shivered and smoked, the collector could not contain his gloomy feelings from spreading to his chest, thinking of the face of the squire who attacked him.

It would be true that Victoire didn't even know why that woman had suddenly slashed herself. Her face was not an act, and if she was trying to show it together and erase it, the crush of covering herself would not fit.

Thinking about it, a girl with the same appearance as that Oriental is nothing but King Romles, or an assassin who came to finish off a collector on orders from a royal relationship.

Just because I don't understand it, yes. I can't wait to be derried.

It was also doubtful that Perapella and Camarovich had told the truth at that time.

"Ma, look."

Interpretation, we cannot find out the truth about these events in the brains of the treasurer.

There is no material to deduce, no argument, no guts. I wasn't really interested in it in the first place.

In a world like this where I don't know, talking to white people seems like a dream in itself. No matter what happens, there is no more wonder.

"Maggot more than that."

I'm pretty sorry about Ancient Springs, but he was just framed by that perverted faggot and put his lover to bed. Such a story can be found in Zara even in Japan. It doesn't even serve as a drink dish.

Besides, it was thirty years ago.

Exactly, the anger of the ancient springs would also have weathered and brewed as bitter memories.

The only thing in the collector's head was to get out of here with Maggot anyway and escape a little farther.

What is it, a brave summons?

What a savior.

Summon people on your own, and the quote is this zama.

Not very much, but I can't get along any more.

"What a fucking brave man you are"

The collector cursed the world hard by distorting his face.