Dungeon+Harem+Master

If we went through the King's capital Romless Garden, there was only a wilderness that stretched on.

The Monsters of Mesmerization. Mercenary collapsed bandits. A bunch of subhumans without humanities.

It is an unchanged land with no meaning whatsoever such as law or ethics.

The collector through Romless Prison, without even having a map, was just heading south.

The prisoner clothes he had originally worn were taken off, and when he borrowed the wild clothes he had dried from the people's shop, he continued to move without evil. On his hips is a long sword that he took from him in prison. The length was nearly one meter long, and the contents were empty, but only the hatter was good inside.

Paved roads are nowhere to be found, and I can barely see a path that seems to have been consolidated to the extent of my apologies. This was to the modern man, the safekeeper. There are no signs. I'm also not sure if my walking place is the way to go. In the first place, people don't get through, they don't feel signs of organisms. Thirsty, no vending machines, no convenience stores. He hasn't spoken of solids in about three days. I drank the creek water at dinner last night, but my stomach can't even be filled.

I'm not walking in a straight line, so I don't see how much distance I've earned from the first point. He broke the prison and set fire to it, killing the warden.

Naturally, I think there's some kind of chaser on it, so people start avoiding it as much as they can.

Naturally, I was forced to pay attention to my surroundings and my tiredness doubled over normal walking.

I climbed up a small high hill fed up with how long it would last.

When the collector's heart was about to break, he finally began to see the shadowy things of his family in the distance. The trace, which was gradually uncertain, manages to change into something that seems like a street. It was used by the surrounding residents on a daily basis to give a sense of human merit.

The foot of the collector naturally quickens. He stopped for only a moment at the midpoint of the hill and looked down under his eyes.

I saw something like a plaque at the entrance to the field down the hill. Unconsciously, I get a sigh of relief. Wipe the sweat floating on your forehead with the back of your hand.

From the wilderness, a black dot emerged. They come gnawing closer as they gain momentum. Tension ran on my spine. The three men wore something like an eye-lifting hat with a giraffed body in their hands and black clothes. For a burglar, he's too determined. or so, their eyes conceived murderous, I can't feel the very friendly mood.

"You're Simon Klund!!

"Quiet and leave your life!!

Human beings in this world, it is common sense for family names to come behind them, with no exceptions first.

They were not lost and pronounced their surnames first.

In other words, there is a good chance that the collector knows that he is a brave man summoned from Japan. Is it the warden's chaser, or is it the precious man Camarovich was zeroing? Either way, the collector was driven by the need to protect his life. Until a month ago, there is a good chance of losing even if the collectors who were just students slashed each other head-on. I have no time to make weak noises or to hesitate to kill. Fight first and win. That is the mission imposed on every organism.

Momentarily, the pain in my stomach and the fatigue of my movement blew out of my back of my brain. The desire for survival prevailed according to the instincts of the organism.

As the collector pulled through the long sword on his hips, he turned his back on the men approaching from the three sides in an attempt to push him around and flipped. You were under the illusion of running away, and the men's feet quickened even faster.

When the collector looked at it, he quickly flew to the right side and threw himself out into the grass.

Moments later, the body of the collector disappeared from the sight of the men.

The circle of men who were naturally wide distances to the left and right narrowed.

The collector threw the sheath in his hand vigorously at the men in front of him.

The sheath, peeled off by surface paint, was successfully entangled in the legs of the man who was protruding.

Screaming and falling.

At that time the collector was jumping from the grass violently.

Swing the sword over your head down as hard as you can.

An awesome noise sounded as the blade hit the front head of the enemy. The man in the front was severely cut off from his forehead to the tip of his jaw, screaming like a beast and blowing up on his back.

The collector swung his long sword with selflessness as he rolled down the slope.

A man who had already rebuilt himself comes down with a blade.

He severely broke his right shoulder.

A sword that was swinging before I felt the pain was paying off the man's tibia.

The fountain's long sword stroked the man's right leg.

Raw warm blood raised the splash and slapped dry red soil. I dropped my sword perpendicular around the stomach of a depressed man in a descending red rain. You bit the stone on the ground, the sound of metal snapping. I put my strength into pulling through the sword. But the man's muscles got tangled up, and it doesn't fall out easily. While I was drooling my sweat, the first man to fall attacked me.

The collector managed to deflect the thrust that was rolled out when he took his hand off the sword that was skewering the man.

It's not a battle of the flats. I slipped my foot on the slope and poked my ass cake.

The man comes down with a desperate shape to slash.

As the collector rolled, he grabbed the falling sword and laid it down horizontally for defense.

A white blade pounded and a white spark scattered.

He stretched out his right leg and kicked the enemy's stomach.

The man's face distorts into pain.

I moved my long sword horizontally in a ripped mood.

It was a punch through the gap.

The blade broke the man's flank deeply.

When I managed to kill three enemies, I was so tired that I couldn't move anymore. My whole body is wet as it was bathed in water. The sweat that flows through my jacket and my back is burning like fire. I put my face in pain and put my hand on my right shoulder. My heart is pounding. I try to get my rough breath done, but it didn't go back inside. I fell on my back as it was and closed my eyes. If you do some of that, the sweat gradually pulls off. After a while, the blood had stopped. Stretch your finger over your fearful right shoulder. The wound that had been broken was more than fifteen centimetres. A few needles already have enough lacerations to sew. When I scraped a chunk of blood with my nails, the acne had turned into a nagging white line. It is an unlikely recovery rate. It hasn't been five minutes since he was slashed. He himself was framed to reaffirm the power of Immortality Red, an immortal crest with infinite regenerative abilities.

"It's an annoying story, though"

Even though it was on a suspicious wind, the slashing made the whole body full of blood.

I am just a stranger to this world.

Of course, there's no edge or itch in the village we're headed to. First impression I'm not talking about this, I would obviously be certified as a dangerous person. I'm not about to beg for an overnight inn for this minute. You have to avoid people and act until you get a new change of clothes. It was within the forecast that people of closed village societies, but also with only medieval similar cultural levels, would go into action to eliminate heresy.

I'm hungry, and my hopes ahead disappeared with dew.

As I sighed heavily, I heard an unexpected shaking of grass from behind.

Be reflexive.

There were two farmers standing up with blue and white faces.

Human beings, cylon horses, there is the word. The next good thing to bad things. To the collectors, the farmers were like the grand horses who came to Seong in that sense.

The collectors were freaked out that they would be eliminated when they saw the farmers, but contrary to expectations, they not only invited them to their village at the foot, but welcomed them as distant guests.

Alcohol on warm mesh. Pure but beautiful village daughters exalted him, while the Zao was feeling the warmth of man in this world for the first time. The villagers, including the village chief, treated the collectors with politeness that did not even put them under. On top of that, he didn't just change his clothes lightly, he even handled a few roadblocks as a reminder.

That day I slept plenty on a bedside with a roof for a long time, and when I woke up the next morning, there was a villager outside the room who rubbed his forehead on the ground and didn't make it slight.

"Well, yeah, well, there's no way we can talk about Umai."

The collector was walking through the woods where the trees were creating a deep shadow, and now he was thinking back to the story of the morning. It was not otherwise that their villages were full of tenderness or abundance that the villagers welcomed the treasurers.

For when he saw the treasurer slay and lay down three men in an instant, he set foot that this could be used.

Their village was being severely damaged yesterday by monsters coming from adjacent forests.

Ever since this year, the raids have been particularly horrible, and even in such cold villages, sending rescue messengers to the King's capital did not get monster crusade soldiers out, and they suffered daily.

So it is the presence of the treasurer that has emerged.

Seriously, if you ask the Adventurer Alliance for help willingly, that's what the eyeballs cost, but if you're a passing adventurer, you want cheap.

Besides, the collector was young and somehow unable to feel the crude part, so he tried to force himself to sell his grace with hospitality and treat it as good.

If you ask me, the monster attacking the village was manipulated by a witch living in the woods.

In short, you're gonna have to take that witch out on me.

"I know it's a cowardly thing to ask for in such a deceptive outfit. But we can only count on you. Please, save our village, swordsman."

It was not the fifty year old village chief who had pleaded on behalf of the villagers, but rather the young village daughter who gave me a firm and exaggerated last night.

On a quiet, terminal face, the munchy body is unbalanced and emits an indescribable luscious hue. Attacked with benevolence and love, the collector immediately shut his mouth.

"If you have defeated the witch and saved this village, I am, I am."

"Guerta is looking for her son-in-law. If the swordsman brilliantly defeated the witch, I will let him see all the future life with the village."

"Oh, swordsman. Please."

In addition to the village chief's ink, the Guerta is all about no pushing.

"Okay, well, good luck with that. Whoa."

"Swordsman"

It was no longer possible to resist, for a treasurer vulnerable to women.

Regardless of the son-in-law, if he solves the case well, he seems to enjoy Guerta's puffy body all the time. Avoid responsibility, of course. The zodiac chuckled with a guess-face.

According to information from the villagers, the enemy lives in an urn behind the woods. According to their story, the witch existed long before the Romless Kingdom could, and had been asleep for a long time, but woke up around the winter of this year on some whim and began to flourish.

"Well, if you've been around for a long time, you must be terribly badass"

Besides, the witch seems to be good at all sorts of techniques and very brutal, but weak in the morning.

According to once in the village, the famous knights of the neighborhood have long since come to challenge the witches, all of which she responds after the afternoon. Besides, I was mostly present in the evening. The legendary knights weighed in particular honor, waiting for the witches to come before applying for a dignified end, all of which were defeated.

If you ask the collector, he says, "It's not stupid."

Perhaps the witch is as vulnerable to the light of the sun as the legendary vampire.

Then there was a good chance that it would be easy to take him down if you poked him there.

The Collector is not a knight. Honor doesn't matter. Especially in a situation like this one where you can't grasp the identity of the enemy, you just have to win with a leading must-win anyway. Guerta's abundant body came away, engraved in plenty of memory last night in the back of his brain.

"Ah, yabe. My cock is getting stiff."

The right bent thing of the collector stiffens against the Lord's will. Very difficult to walk. If he is raided in this state and dies, he is a disgrace to his last generation. I try to unify my spirit, but the whiteness of my chest I was stealing last night is dancing to my retina. It got harder and harder to walk.

While doing so, it was bad for the little creek. I wonder how long ago it was put on, crossing carefully not to slip over the moss-covered round wood bridge of Moss Green, I could see the open space on the other side.

In the centre, surrounded by tall trees, we saw a cabin with a taste that seemed to be inhabited by wood dust.

"Seriously. We're already there. Well, that's not too alarming."

An evil sorcerer manipulating ferocious monsters. The zodiac's brain brought to mind the figure of an old woman spinning a classic large pot.

"Well, if you're a witch, you're definitely going to attack me at a long range. Something, I wonder if I should set up an operation. Yabe, while you're saying that, it's getting closer and closer. In the meantime, let's take a little break."

The collector looked around for a moment, and when he found the stone he wanted to flatten, he lowered his hips over it.

Moderately wet and uneven.

Gelta made me a sandwich, and I get puckered.

The menu consisted of three types: vegetable sandwiches, ham sandwiches and cheese sandwiches.

Seasoning is only salt, but I guess you still worked hard on it.

Except last night, he was eating all the diarrhoeal porridge in the cell, so whatever he ate, he became a foolish tongue that he found delicious. I'm not sure if this was good or bad.

"Ugh, welcome."

I drank water from the bamboo barrel and felt comfortable.

"I mean, the enemy hasn't noticed us at all. You want to fuck me?

When the collector throws the bamboo barrel, he pulls out his sword and walks jizzily towards the cabin.

Move your gaze around without alarm, but there are no unusual parts.

It's kind of a clap. Well, no. I want to make a crisp decision at once.

Reach in front of the door without any interference.

The knocker is made of felt fabric with something that deforms a cute bear.

For a moment in the eyes of a black button, my heart soothed.

What if this is a witch measure......!?

"Hello."

I spoke with suspicion.

This neighborhood is a far cry from ordinary people.

Will I purposefully inform the person who is about to kill me of my visit?

After all, he was only summoned to another world, too, and was sufficiently heretical.

Even though the collector knew he wouldn't answer, he lost temptation, grabbed the knocker and struck up and down.

Concon and a light noise rang.

After a while.

"I'm out. I'm not here."

There was a young woman's voice. It is a clear, well-passed voice.

In too much shock the collector fell into a state of vanity.

First of all, it's not the voice of an old woman I imagined.

But on second thought, I felt like my voice, shape, etc. could be simulated as much as I could with witchcraft.

Anyway, it turns out that the intended person exists inside.

I also thought about kicking through the door, but I don't know what trap is being strewn inside.

Somehow, we have to drag them outside.

Things don't go on even when you're standing there like a giant.

Like crazy, I struck a knocker.

Concon Concon, and the door kept ringing like a bump.

"You've got to be kidding me, forest witch! I knew you were here!! Come out and compete with me!!

"I don't know where the countrymen are, but please pick them up"

I heard a faint voice. There is a mixture of frustrating things in the verses of words.

This guy chuckled in his chest, thinking it was a bump.

"Come out, come out, come out!!

"... gently, while you're at it, I think you should go home"

"What the fuck? Did you have any fear of this, Klander? Hyah!!"

I gave you some advice.

"Huh."

The woman's voice cooled rapidly.

At the same time, an awesome discharge phenomenon occurred from the knocker I was grabbing.

The collector shook up all of his muscles, grabbing the slap gold and showering the high voltage current that had been pushing through his body.

"Wounded."

Dimensional pain, unlike beatings and wounds, rushes from the toe of the foot to the brain.

It was a different kind of pain that could not be revealed by will.

The back of my eyes were filled with chickens and white sparks.

The upper and lower jaws are beaten hard and the harrows peristalize.

Every cell in the skin is in the mood of being stabbed through at the same time with a fine needle.

The collector made Bello stick out of his mouth like a summer dog, feeling his flutter and upper body tingle.

Ah, yabe. I'm gonna fall for this.

Feels like the center of your head was poked with a long blade. The cold and the heat live together.

Flip it backwards so that it is guided by gravity from the back of your head.

The last moment of interruption of consciousness.

The door in front of him opened dilutely, and he visioned the red eyes shining in the darkness jizzily.

How much time has passed? The cold began to stain the wind stroking his cheeks, or when the zodiac awakened, the woods were stained with bright red sunsets.

He must have fallen as-is in front of the cabin. The entire face that was touching the ground is sitting damp. Spit out the mud in your mouth on the fallen clap. A bitter one sounded jarring at the tip of his tongue.

"Damn. Will you do it?"

I sat on the ground, and I got a bad attitude. Up to my fingertips, I still have a paralysis. That means it was so intense electric shock. As he glanced at the door to see his parents' revenge, he made a noise and opened the door.

"Have you slept well and had a bit of a cold head?"

The treasurer sighted and breathed in the eyes of the person who appeared briefly. Are women, eighteen or nine?

White skin appeared radiant to fall out. He is wearing a black, swollen hat. Long, beautiful silver hair waves smoothly. Sleepy eyes, dark red, glowed like jewels. It had a black dress woven with feathers and the skirt was so long and large that it was likely to be on the ground. The chest stretched out is slightly larger and in good shape. Notably, it was a long, pointed ear protruding from silver hair. It is an indication of a separate species that is not found in ordinary humans.

When she noticed the treacherous gaze of the treasurer, she sighed deeply and made a tired voice.

"Calm down. Do you think we can talk? Or do you want another shot, a tight one?

"Please spare me the billies"

The witch named herself Marika. When she heard the name of the treasurer, she opened the door and invited him inside the cabin. There were only three rooms in the cabin altogether, and the room right after entering was tasteless and dry, with only one table. Sitting in the chair as recommended, she stood slightly at a distance and at the window. Marika still hasn't lifted her strong guard against the collectors. Naturally, I wouldn't have shown one of my affections without a cup of tea.

"You, those ears. Could it be a legendary elf?

"I don't know if it's a legend, but you humans are calling yourselves long-eared, and you must be one of them. And one more thing. I am not a normal elf, but a high elf, a people of sorts, who is said to exist from the time this world was born and fallen."

Long-eared. Among the subhuman species, this tribe, which boasts the longest life, was commonly referred to as an elf. The life expectancy of the elves is usually said to be about two hundred years, in exchange for their longevity the number of individuals was extremely low and, if seen throughout the Romles, only about a tenth of that of humans.

The elves basically did not like to interact with humans compared to other subpeoples, except for some flatland elves, who lived dotted in deep forests and valleys, in dark caves and rugged mountainous areas, in meadows and desert areas, etc.

According to Marika's words, the High Elf was clearly distinct from the elves seen all over the world, and I had the impression that she was disgusted by the fact that she was also seen as one and the same from the ends of the word.

"Thank you for listening to this theory, but in the first place, it doesn't matter to me if it's an elf or a high elf. There's only one thing we want. I want you to stop manipulating monsters and letting them attack the village. Hopefully, I don't want to kill you."

"Apparently, there is a fundamental misunderstanding among the people in the village. You said something about Klund. Believe it or not, I'm not manipulating monsters, I'm not letting them attack villages."

"Right."

As the collector nodded flatly, Marika rode her body out of the chair as surprised.

"You, you believe my story?

"Believe it or not, it will still go on. Talk to me."

"Oh, yeah. The monsters in the woods started attacking the village because of the evil gods enclosed in the dungeons."

Here's what Marika said. Once, in ancient times, an evil god sealed deep in this forest is about to be resurrected after a thousand years. The animals living in the woods lived in defence of their respective territories, without originally descending on the people, but by the evil god's unleashed evil began to distort their nature and attack the people.

Marika had been sleeping in preparation for the resurrection of the Evil God in this forest for a long time, but she felt a sense of crisis and was finally awakened over the winter of this year by the rising fluctuations of the Evil God.

When the collector listened to all of Marika's stories, he concluded that the only way to do so was to re-seal the evil god. One of the beauty of the collector was the speed of decisiveness.

Marika, surprised, put her hand on her mouth and went.

"You know what? Leave it to yourself, it's me. You're going to believe all my stories. Maybe he's just cheating on you and using you the way he wants."

"You know. You, magic, you don't have to do such a sneaky imitation. Just give me one. It'll be easy to freak out."

"... so is that."

"Don't be so convinced. You're sad."

"But you're not too alert. Too careless. If I were a wicked, outrageous witch like the villagers, you might not be here by now, but you might be a black charcoal quencher."

"So - no problem. I'm pretty tough."

"Hmm. But from what I've seen, you're not from that village of yours, are you? A passing adventurer, perhaps. It doesn't seem like anywhere you need to risk your life for someone else."

"One meal at a time is a favor. It's considered a virtue in my hometown."

"Huh? I wonder if people in your country would be dying anyway if they were risking their lives in about a meal. Stupid."

"Don't be foolish. In the first place, if we talk about evil gods, I don't know how useful my powers can be. But you two are better than one. One population can't eat, but two can. Oh, is this when you have a place?"

"It's like you're using it differently."

Marika turned to her side as she shrugged, and began to mess with her long hair.

"Anyway, I've never wasted time killing each other. From now on, me and Marika are a community of destiny, both living and dying. Until the day the Evil God perishes, let's do our best!!

"Hey, it's fine to work with each other, but can't you untie the familiar arm you turned on your shoulder?

"Huh?"

The collector was rubbing Marika's breasts slightly with his right hand, softly.

From the witch's face, suddenly the blood draws away and becomes white like paper.

"Yeah. Distracted by the dsaxa, the important thing about maidens, grand -!!"

Marika unleashed the magic of the wind towards the collector when she put on a scepter with a treasure ball.

As soon as the treasure ball emitted intense light, a strong wind emerged and pushed the body of the collector out the door, Po. The zodiac struck his head hard on the tree of a toad on the other side of the cabin, groaning like a toad. When Marika blued her face, wondering if it was too much, the collector stood up and returned to the cabin. That's just how bad the bat is, Marika stuck her lips out and mumbled.

"Oh, it's your fault. Because I touch my maiden's breasts inadvertently."

"Oh, my head......!

"Ah. Huh? You okay?

"Ugh, my head, my head. Ahhh."

"Hey, eh. Wait, what, what?

Marika was a good woman. Therefore, I could not leave the treasurer alone to show that I would suffer under my own fault. The collector held his head and knelt on the spot, severely distressed. Marika's rush reaches its peak.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Um, well, I was just kidding. Mm-hmm."

"Whoa, whoa!! Opie! Witch opie, yara eh. Whoa!

The collector began rubbing like crazy, nodding his face as he jumped into Marika's defenseless chest, which approached him.

Suddenly self-defeated, she eventually noticed the current situation from a frightened state, which made her cheeks red.

The relief that I'm glad I didn't matter turns into something cloudy with the anger and physical shame of being deceived.

The collector ate Marika's fierce electric shock after this and never woke up until the next morning.