Dungeon+Harem+Master

I revealed the night flipped over in the wild. It's a terrible trick.

The collector immediately made a fierce protest against Marika.

"So you said yesterday it was too much."

"Oh. My cock is stiff in the morning because of Marika. What are you gonna do?"

"It's just a physiological phenomenon. It's none of my business."

"Dude, this one's pretty open minded and exposed himself. Be a little shy."

"Unfortunately, I'm not a kid enough to make a scene like that."

"Yeah. I'm not a kid. I'm twenty now, but how old is Marika?"

"A thousand ten... Jiu, nineteen."

"Hey hey!? Now, if you don't listen to me, my unit's popping up. What, a thousand what? Is it a millennium? Marika is not on the level of Alamille!!

"Shut up, kid. Please don't ask the lady how old she is. I've been asleep for a thousand years, so I wouldn't have to count in particular. Nineteen, I am"

"Whoa. This guy just called me out of the blue, kid. I'm getting old. You know, Lord Mari. Shall I tell you something good? Humans, lying stretches your nose."

"Yeah, well, maybe Klando should lie a little bit."

"Do you want to make people's faces planar? You know, it's okay to get hurt, Ozzie can't even look sweet forever."

"Yes, you have no choice. Because I'm a high elf and I'm cute. I don't know about human appearance problems."

"Ahhh! Listen, ma'am. This guy's finally starting to admire himself. Can you believe it? You know, Marika. If I were your neighbor's mom, you'd have been hubbed at the estate."

"Yours, even if it's not good enough to understand. I'm sorry. I can't understand you. Shall I give you candy?"

"Feed me by mouth."

"Oh, I don't like it. What sickness moves."

"Hey......! Seriously, don't look at me, from Kuru. From Kuru in my heart."

"Jokes aside, is it time for dinner support? If you don't mind, I can give you a little help."

"Ah. That's, thankfully. I mean, where am I supposed to sleep from tonight? Can I have the same bed as Marika?

"If I pull any more jokes, I'll be watching you through the spear from your mouth to your anus, tied to the tip of the cedar, until you stop moving."

"Well, you can go under the bed"

"You pervert. Hey, why are you here? Or were you?

"Oh, come on, it's a mild joke, they're starting to delve into existence."

"Your jokes are hard to get tangled up on nasty."

"Earlier, you were normally on board, right? You were laughing."

"Um, really, you don't stop doing that"

"Wow, that polite tone is really tight. Ha."

"What are you laughing at? That's disgusting."

"Well, that's it, I mean"

"No more time is wasted making fun of Klander. Let's get down to business."

"Hey, he's blowing pot"

"Tell me about it."

"Hey."

"What?"

"... Marika, you haven't even stepped out of the house today."

The witch fronted the boiled pot and nagged. I can hear the guts and the ingredients simmering loudly. This dinner, simmered in tomato soup, sounds like a chicken pot.

The collector kept waiting for Marika to wake up in the living room in the morning. It was after three o'clock in the afternoon that she appeared rubbing her shobby eyes. The wake-up girlfriend drank to lick slowly, adding plenty of milk and sugar to the tea she had the collector brew. To drink up a cup of tea, for an hour. For a further hour on the dressing schedule. When Marika got herself up and finally woke up, the day was setting in the west.

"Why are you sleeping so much? Could it have taken you yesterday to get ready or something, until dawn?

"No way. I fell asleep right after I slapped you out"

"Hmm, he said it was snack time at 3: 00 to wake up. Are you licking me? That's how you think you can be a fine company animal? Because you're a woman, you're not allowed to be a homemaker."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm very fond of your attitude."

"Don't shout it out. Sounds like it."

"While you're asleep, this earth is under the threat of evil gods."

"I've been fine for a thousand years, so I'm fine for another hundred years or so."

"What a continental person. That's right. I threw a saji at that attitude, too."

"That's fast. Besides, women hate being thin."

"Whoa. I'm telling you! That's definitely a sexually harassing metaphor, isn't it!?

"You read too much of everything. Sounds like bad everyday food."

"I'm choosing something that's good for my health and eating it. In the meantime, leave that alone. Today, it's too late, as giving up. Tomorrow, I guess I'll wake up properly."

Marika continued cooking without answering, laughing with her nose. The two surrounded the table silently, facing each other in front of the dish they had just served. It was Marika who turned away first.

"Something's wrong. It's been a long time since I've had a meal like this with someone."

"You distracted me. By the way, can I ask you to stay tonight? Exactly. Sometimes I want to sleep somewhere with a roof."

"Your bunk has a barn on the surface, so use it."

"Eh. The joke is tight."

"I'm not kidding. In the first place, how did you know you could stay at home with a guy you just met? Hey, do I look like such a light woman?

"No, I was wondering if I could keep it flowing. Oh, it's a lie. I just want to thank you for staying."

Though, I thought she was a very kind woman to the back of her mouth. To slap a hater, he will lend the inn, even though he has just met the keeper for a treat or a barn. Though I have entered into a cooperative relationship, I have not done anything to be trusted by her. It is more defenseless than necessary. Marika's attitude is obviously unfamiliar. When I do, I can't measure the distance from the collector. It was strangely inappropriate for a woman of her age to reveal the appearance of a man while also talking about an evil god, etc. Of the tomato pan, shrug the soup and carry it to your mouth. The tender taste spread through my mouth. Secondly, when I moved my gaze, I found it obvious that there was a glimpse of the flickering.

"It's delicious. You're a good cook."

"Yes."

For responding without hesitation, Marika's cheek was grinning firmly.

That night, he went to bed in a quietly designated barn. Converting from the time of the fall of the sun, I fell asleep, roughly, around 8 p.m. Whatever it is, if you put it to sleep this early, you won't be able to think of oversleeping and going around noon. The twisted blanket smelled uniquely sweet to the young woman, making her feel restless.

The next morning, the collector woke up in a dusty barn. Stick your face out of a blanket borrowed from Malika for stretching. Clarifying his ears, he heard a loud, dull wind from the other side of the door. Going outdoors, the sky was brilliantly cloudy. The sun I wanted doesn't even show my face with chirali. Blackened clouds are rapidly flowing eastward. Is it because of hunger that the night has just dawned? I smelled the rain in the strong wind blowing. The surrounding trees are crouched with creepy movements. Now you won't feel like going out, even if you're not an inert Marika. Even yesterday, I barely moved my body, so I have enough strength. I wanted to move my body asexually, but I felt it was dangerous to move around meaninglessly. If, as Marika says, forest creatures are enlivened by evil gods, they need to be prepared and careful around them.

Whatever it is, it's a good morning.

I'm only a little concerned that it will take as usual, but I can't help but look good at this. In the first place, the collector did not have a combination of belongings to pay for. Stand in front of the cabin and turn the door knob. I had no expectations, but, after all, I didn't see Marika. When we broke up last night, I was pushed so hard to never come into the bedroom.

"But you're not waking up. It's your fault."

The collector broke into the back room without hesitation.

The roll is a pile of books that are bitchily filled to the left and right ceilings. A pile of books made of leather had filled the bookshelves on all sides. A person with claustrophobia is a density that is likely to freak out immediately. A blinding collector turns his gaze to the lord of the room.

There was a figure of Marika sleeping defenselessly on the sleeping table.

Calm down and gaze around.

If you look closely, it looked like a young woman's room, with cute little things everywhere.

"I can't read it."

The collector takes a look at the books on the bookshelf to his hand, but naturally he didn't understand what it meant just because there was a cursory, continuous twist like Arabic. Words make sense, but books can't be read. With the covenant at the time of the summons, the human words of this world were worked by magic, as they were straightforward. I put the book back on the shelf and stopped by Marika's side. You were burning incense, and there was a unique smell. Her trademark hat is gently placed on the stationery next to the sleeping table. The tip of the hat was slightly bent and broken at its own weight. I feel somewhat strange while I'm watching.

"Oh, that's a pretty thick fabric"

The collector returned to his original position when he clasped his witchy token hat with both hands.

Peek softly into your sleeping face.

Marika was sticking her face in the pillow so that she could be buried in her wavy silver hair.

"Good morning, Miss Marika. It's morning."

"Mmm. Mmmm."

As the collector whispered in his ear, Marika's characteristically long ears cringed.

"Speaking of which, you said something about high elves. Are you the superior species of elves? In the first place, I've never seen an elf, so I don't know the difference."

The collector thought of it and stretched his finger to touch his long ear.

"Ha, ha."

Picking and pulling with his fingers, Funihuni hit Marika back and forth as she raised her troubled voice.

The blanket she was wearing moves clamshell and her upper body is exposed.

"Whoa, whoa."

Marika's uncharted breasts were stuck in front of her just wondering if she still had them.

She was a nude. It would be bedtime only.

White, tense twin hills are shaking in a pompous way.

Leaning on your back, but not crushing, is evidence of good shape.

Is there any extra meat around the waist? It's tight.

He had a cute heso.

The silver hairs that are growing on the body sparkle.

As the collector swallowed his saliva, he gently reached out and grabbed the breast in front of him.

Marika groaned small, frowning at the troubles.

Exactly, I felt guilty. I put the blanket back on and ran off on the spot like a shedding.

Then, how long has it been? Around noon, Marika showed up in the living room. Compared to yesterday, his face is exceptionally clear, but he has his neck shackled in such a way that it does not fall to his heart.

"Morning, Klando"

"Oh, good morning. Hey, what's going on? Such a difficult face."

"Yeah. Because of your mind, you're subtly changing the position of your hat. Hey, maybe."

"It's not your fault, more than that! Today, what are you gonna do!!

"What, out loud all of a sudden? Don't be angry, I tried so hard today."

"Right, you tried! That's a good thing!!

"So why are you shouting so loud..."

"Yes, how are you getting ready!? Can we leave right away?

"Wait, I haven't even had breakfast yet. Don't rush me. As always, early... you're early."

"Hey, you're the nasty one in the morning."

"Excuse me. It fits your level."

"Damn, after all that went on and I slept with him again. Look, it's cloudy outside, but there's fresh forest air."

The collector opens the door. The cloudy skies were finally crying outside, and the rain grains were dripping away.

"Today, defer."

"Oh, about the rain. Humans are completely waterproof."

"Unfortunately, noble high elves like me are vulnerable to wetness."

It was just the two of us this day, all day, wasted.

"Dawn, the next day. Marika was in a very good mood and miraculously was able to leave the cabin before going around noon."

"Who are you talking to?

"Never mind, it's for one"

The next day, the collector and Marika finally left the cabin for an adventure of evil god exorcism.

Yesterday, the rain that kept falling is rising. The sun that had disappeared was finally on my face. As originally planned, if Marika, the high elf, seals the presence of the “evil god” at the bottom of the dungeon deep in the woods, the mission will end. The treasurer stretched under his nose in retrospect of the grieving face of Gerta, the reward of the promise and the daughter of the flying village.

"Then I'll ask for directions. It's like a witch in the woods, so if you leave it to Marika, you won't get lost."

"Huh...?

Marika looked back, with a Kyotong face. The neat look made me look more childish.

"Huh? No, no. Let's not joke about that. Hey, you got to be kidding me."

"You don't know the path of the woods. In the first place, I've never been away from this cabin until I was invisible."

When Marika put her hands on both hips, she distracted her chest. There was a wrinkle on the collector's nose.

"Ha ha!? You're lying, aren't you? How have you lived to this day? Hippo, don't do it."

"Nothing. When your mother was alive, she was always immersed in the study of witchcraft, and remembering and learning was like a mountain"

"Well, your mother's dead. I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yeah. It's okay. Because for that matter, you're going to be useful."

"Well, that's where I come out."

"I asked for it."

"Uh, yes, yes."

Even if Marika herself did not know, there was a detailed map showing her journey to the dungeon that sealed her heart.

When the collector received the map, he walked out.

Marika follows me, trying to follow her. She wore a hat, a blue cape and a wand of about thirty centimetres in her hand.

The tip is embedded with blue and white jewels. The hexagonal strange treasure ball sparkled in the light of the sun.

Scratch the moisture-containing trees and step into the woods. I felt the smell of dark green trees staining every inch of my body.

As the collector narrowed his eyes to the breath of the clean woods, Marika lagged behind as soon as possible.

Physically, but maybe, I haven't walked half an hour yet. If you're an adult, whatever it is, it shouldn't be a hectic distance. Zach, stuffed with food and water from both of them, is carried by the collector. The weight is about thirty kilograms. Marika, on the other hand, is completely karate. Your belongings are about a small pouch. There is no element of her weariness. The collector was puzzled.

"What's the matter with you?"

Running over and looking at his face, his complexion was pale. Marika, when she gets a rough breath done, keeps her back in the trunk of the tree to get her breathing done. It was disturbed with beautiful silver hair. The sweat flowing on my forehead is on my cheek. Her throat, tiny forward and backward every dawn, gave a slutty impression and accidentally swallowed the raw spit. Is it not doing well? When the collector cared and offered his hand, Marika paid with a muddled look.

"You're fast."

"Yeah. 'Cause it was pretty girl speed right now."

"I'm cute. Don't look in line with beasts like Klund."

Marika started chanting magic as she sappily shook up her wand.

"Wind Floating Magic (Aerolevitation)"

When Marika finished the chant, a small wind rolled up at her feet. As a gyro, when I looked at the bottom of her black boot, it was floating about fifty centimeters from the ground. When the zodiac walks gently, Marika's body proceeds in parallel. The collector's eyes turned to blame for nature and cheating.

"You cheat."

"You should have done this from the beginning. Hmm. Sometimes exercise is good. Don't get me wrong."

Marika's elf-specific long ears are shivering pimply. When your emotions get high, they're directly linked to the movement of your ears. It would be like a dog's tail, I suppose, but there's no certainty.

"If you don't use your muscles, you'll drool your butt meat"

"Big favor. I'm fine because I exercise and tighten up before I go to bed. Look, I don't care about me. Proceed."

"Heck."

Silence lasts for a while as you walk. There's no sign of any creatures around. Again, being a woman, Marika seemed to want to chat.

"Hey, why are you keeping quiet? Boring, have a nice talk."

"That's abrupt. Even if they say so. Speaking of which, I'd like to ask you a couple of questions, okay?

"Unless it's obscene."

"Oh, come on, that's zero in common."

"Shall I give you your brains back once?"

A blue and white current scattered through Marika's wand with pacifiers and sparks.

"I'm kidding. Speaking of which, I guess these woods are full of dull monsters. Is your cabin okay? Why are all the villages attacked?

"I have a strong bond around my cabin. If the evil gods themselves are coming out, it's impossible to break them to the extent of cluttered fish."

"So why did I let you in?

"Stupid. For once, I was attracted to you. Besides, I left a trick on the cabin door. The creature that approached me in a harmful manner was automatically activated with attack magic. Oh, you survived. Usually, that blow kills me."

"How awful is that?"

"Me too, because I have to protect my life. While you're at it, it's like customer number one. Be careful."

Malika's bright red eyes heat up as she burns. The treasurer stifled his body as his nose pimpled. Observe the green grass carefully with a jigged eye. A strange winged sound looms as the trees are sewn together.

"An army locust. At best, don't get your head kicked."

Army Locust (Batta).

It is a carnivorous monster, boasting a total length of about thirty centimeters of different sizes.

As it bears the name of the army, it always acts in dozens to hundreds of flocks.

It mainly supplements small animals in the mountains.

Unlike normal locusts, they were said to instinctively maintain individual numbers, fearing that too much increase would result in co-eating.

It is very difficult to find traces of it because it does not grass.

In some Romless regions, some tribes actively catch this, boil it, and make it a constant meal.

"Lightning Blast, lightning emission!

After a short chant, Marika struck out the lightning violently from the tip of the wand.

About ten army locusts (bats) burst together with their wings.

The roasting sound of burning meat punches his nose. Moving his gaze sassy, what looked like a bush was a flock of locusts all in all. By sight, there will be hundreds.

"Oops!?

If you notice, about three locusts were biting on your right leg.

"This!!

The collector tries to swing his legs up and jump, but gutted and eaten teeth eat through the meat and are tangled in muscle fibers. I had the illusion that the dog bit me. It was a tremendous bite muscle for an insect.

Reach out sassy, grab, and squeeze. Hardness was not so much.

As his fingertips swung into the insect's halibut, he rang in a pitiful voice. A null fluid wetted my wrist to the point. I felt a strong sense of vomiting due to the sickness of not half of it. Crush the last one with a kakato of shoes. I poked my unpleasant stinky nose.

Keep going, dozens of flying locusts fly in. The collector screamed as he caught and squeezed a few but was bitten in the cheeks and ears. I sighed like Marika was sick of it.

"Klund, buy yourself some time. I'll put Keri on at once."

"Wow, hi, Elf!

Marika's body rises as high as the edges of the trees. In that position, it wouldn't be so easy to fly. I could speculate that not being too far apart was to keep my aim off.

As the collector pulled out the long sword on his hips, he paid off the flying locusts one after the other. The sword properly picked up is lost. Due to the fact that I haven't even taken care of Locke, the cut flavor became dull. The green devil, when it became like a giant wall, began to attack in tandem. On his left arm, he crawls up with his legs, around his belly, and starving locusts swarming. I keep waving my sword desperately, but it's like waving an iron stick. With the fluids of crushed insects and the blood that blows out of the devoured meat, your whole body is stained with drools in blue and red. Green walls are eaten up all over the body in such a way that they are refreshing. The collector, breaking his knee with the weight of a locust, threw a sword at him and scratched an individual who ate him in the face. I have trouble breathing. I felt a definite fear.

"Damn! Not yet or not yet!!

"You kept me waiting. Thunder Helix Lightning Storm!!

Intermediate sorcery, a Malika wind attribute, was activated. Only an army locust (bat) scratched through the woods with a pointed electric shock as wild as a hurricane. The blue-white lightning swept the swarms of flying locusts down to the ground wrapped around a fiercely helical vortex. The insects, who had teeth all over the body of the treasurer, instantly carburized, collapsed with salad without fastening the prototype. Around, swarms of flying locusts that became clumps of ash scattered to pollute trees and bushes.

"Klund!!

"Ha. Give it to me. Damn."

The collector groaned, poking his knee at the spot of much pain. Marika unravels the float and rushes over to take the muster's shoulder and peeks in worried.

"Terrible injury......! Wait, I'll treat you now."

"No, it's probably a lot better"

The whole body of the treasurer was stained blue and black with bite wounds and flying locust fluids, but there were figs and a fair amount of blood coming out of every bitten part of the garment. Marika's face, seen as a light mouth over this period, turns red with anger.

"What, stupid things. What...?

The expression of the collector, who was distorting his face in pain, gradually reassures him. From the chest, the blue and white light is increasing in radiance. Marika let her chest relax with hurried hands as she let her big red eyes hang.

"Hey, stop it, you elf. Elves Again, Elves"

"What, what, this crest. No way, you are."

When the collector purified his body and clothes in the nearby creek, he made Marika speak and listen to himself. that when summoned as a brave man by the princess of this country, she obtained Immortality Red, the seal of immortality, which is a special ability as a sign of the covenant. That he's slaughtered the warden in Romless First Prison and that even the royal palace officials are after his life. And that we are now traveling towards a city called Silver Villago, far south of the capital. My favorite type of woman is a cute, submissive, big tits, and a daughter who is ashamed of any order but executes it.

"You didn't need the last information."

"Marika, by the way, if it's just your appearance, you're gonna be in strike zone. Why don't you sign with me and enter into a slutty subordination?"

"Unfortunately, I'm a foodie. Someone like you, a little."

"Yes, yes, you weren't handsome, you were bad. So in the future, I won't be particularly concerned if I get hurt. Continue your crisp attack."

"Ha. I lost it worrying about you. If you're okay with that, fine. And let me tell you one thing, that crest isn't complete."

"What?"

"I mean, the link between you and the summoner doesn't seem to be working. It's not weird when you hang up with a pussy. Cland, I sympathize with your predicament, but don't overstate that ability, it's better for you to gain strength. Interpretation, what you easily get is what you easily lose. Don't spare any effort to survive."

"Oh, wow."

"You know what? I thought you were obviously Mend right now."

"Oh, no, that's not true."

"No more. That's fine. As far as I'm concerned, I just need to be able to use you as a wall until I can seal the Evil God."

"Hido..."

"So be a little more cautious. If you think it's really bad, you can run right away. Never, never resent. Because I will, too."

So Marika turned her back when she floated into the universe again. The back, from a collector's point of view, seemed kind of tiny.