Dungeon+Harem+Master

It was a deeper forest than I imagined. A collector asked Marika, and she doesn't have a name, especially in this forest. It's not surprising. It is a dense place of unconscious, deep and unpopular trees. Besides, there are fierce monsters in the depths of the forest. From the surrounding villagers, there is no use other than collecting domestic timber in a relatively outer part. If you ask, the hunters and woodcutters of the whole neighborhood won't dare enter this forest either. Even if we don't do that, there are as many other safe woods as there are. In this sense, it was so difficult to walk in this deep forest that there were so many beast paths through which large mammals could pass. Unlike modern Japan, there is no pavement, no red rope that prevents the road from getting lost.

The collector, relying on the survey, goes down the road, but the information and it was accurate. We walked for a while and had lunch in a somewhat promising area. Pinch the hard black bread with seared cheese and dried meat. Marika is surprisingly good at cooking, so she is not particularly dissatisfied. As the collector was licking the remaining fat, she took out the handkerchief silently and wiped my palm. I thought I'd take a chilling attitude, and there's a part of me that burns care of you as if you were a mother. Maybe he just likes to be beautiful and doesn't like his rude behavior.

If you follow this map, it'll take at least three more days.

"Besides, if you think there will be monster raids in due course, you should take a good look at the entrance to the dungeon for four or five days."

"Shit. Whatever the food is, it won't hold water."

If we keep walking all the time, and if we take into account that we are going to fight, we will need two liters of water a day. then twenty is necessary in simple calculations. It is possible to replenish from time to time if there is a water field, but after that also a dungeon with an evil god must dive. That way, we can't afford to cover the two of us with the food we have.

"You can go back."

"Back? How?"

"Here's how it works. Spatial Distortion" Room "

As Malika waved her wand, the space happened to loosen up like a pneumonia, creating a tear in the dimension. The zodiac keeps an eye on him and gazes at the strain that has arisen. There, Marika's cabin, which left a few hours ago, was moving to a sepia color.

"What is this? Something I've been staring at, I don't feel right. Wow..."

"It's space magic without attributes. If I've been anywhere once, I can follow my memories and travel in an instant. It must be impossible for a normal magician."

"Wow! You're actually a genius, aren't you?

"Well, I guess. Not so much."

Is it complimented, Marika scratched her hair up sassy and turned to the side. In fact, this is quite a convenient technique. Virtually any difficulty terrain can be moved shortcuts if warp points are made for each point. Her abilities deserved admiration.

"But if you have this technique, you really don't need my help."

"Sorcery is not absolute. The more powerful the magic, the more time it takes to chant, and at the same time it's impossible for me to control two moves right now, no matter what the level of elementary or intermediate. If it's a miscellaneous fish, I can do it by myself, but if the Evil God is the target, I need someone to be shielded by a physical attack. You're surprisingly popular."

"Oh. You mean that. But that's not all I need. We just have to do what we can with each other."

"You don't seem to be so masterful, either."

"Ngu. I mean it."

Marika unwraps the magic of the space-distorting Room and wraps around the carpet that was on her knees, pressing it against the collector. I raised my index finger and smiled bewitching.

"So you can always go back. Regards, Mr. Swordsman."

"What? Copy that."

The adventure continued with a small pause. Nevertheless, the basics are just going along the map through the forest. Phew Phew Phew Phew, standing in front of the two traveling in the green worrying about Marika floating in the rear was about two meters of black oxide.

Mossman.

This monster, a type of moth, was covered with bright black hair all over his body and had terribly messy yellow eyes. When the collector sheaths his sword, he kicks the ground and runs out. Marika was quick enough to stop.

"Cland, don't look me in the eye at that!

"Oh, hey, wait..."

Marika's advice was only a moment too late. As soon as he was shot into Mossman's eyes, the collector lost strength from his whole body and weakened to Henna, collapsing from his knee on the spot.

When Mossman sounded tight and metallic, he moved his thin legs into small pieces and extended his mouth to the neck of the collector, who collapsed at the front. They were often close to the blood-sucking species as attributes and unable to move small animals in hypnotic appearances before sucking off blood.

"Continuous Magic Sequence Magic, Flame Bullet (Flameball)! Wind King's Spear (Aerojavelin)!!"

A hasty Marika fired a series of elementary magic shots at her aggressively.

A bright red fireball hit Mossman's torso and burned himself.

Not surprisingly, where Mossman retreated, as the next bullet, a spear of disease, a magic of the wind attribute, pierced him. As the tip of the vacuum shot through Mossman's legs, he destroyed the rock behind him and scattered a finely broken scatter. From the rear, Mossman leans forward, shaped like he was hit with a stone. I'm not a collector who overlooks this desk. He grabbed the long sword and unleashed a poke at Mossman's head as he fell. The long sword made sure it was sucked in and pierced the back of his head from Mossman's mouth, giving him a peek at the cutting edge. Mossman stopped moving as he exhaled blue and black bodily fluids as he cramped his limbs violently to echo the extinct's roar.

"What are you going to do with it all of a sudden poking around? You can't live like this for long!

"I think it's a little bad right now."

"It won't be a bit"

"Well, that was a lot worse. Fine? Like"

"... Hey too. also, I don't worry about you, and I don't care"

That's why I miss you.

Marika remained puffed away and silent.

(You're like a kid. If you don't like it, you can cut your hand and act alone.)

As the zodiac walks, the floating Marika slowly follows. Looking back, he turned to the side quite deliberately, posing as something like "I'm upset, me" obviously.

"Hey, Marika."

Even when the collector talks, he decides to ignore it like a child bent over a heso. At first, I thought you were joking.

After a while, she turned out to be genuinely angry with herself and was stunned.

What am I supposed to do, man?

As far as I've been dealing with her, she was intelligent and intelligent, but when it comes to suppressing emotions, she seems too childish to be very much her own age. She's too young for a thousand years of sleep, even if she's practically nineteen years old. Behavior and appearance are better than the crowd, and the liver sits still in battle. The sight is beautiful, and from its fairy appearance, it even makes me feel elegant, reminiscent of the princess of a country. In short, maybe her interpersonal experience is close to zero. If you've never been out of that cabin, maybe not many people have dealt with you but your mother. I thought that was the only cheat mode of life if you're beautiful, and this other world doesn't seem so sweet. Without thinking of much of a hitting solution, it was gradually worse on the slope as we continued to move. As I carefully descended the wet soil, I saw an open meadow.

Tatibana and tampons are blooming in unison. Walking slowly in the wind of flowers and wet greenery, giant trees soared in the middle of the meadow. The treasurer rubbed his hand against the crappy trunk to the side. For some reason, I feel comfortable and soft.

Viva, nature. Viva, it's Daiki.

"Oh, it's decadent. This is the big one again."

"Ent......"

When Marika, who remained silent until then, unraveled the magic of floating and descended to the ground, she crushed against the tree. The great tree is reminiscent of the long age of the tree, where the trunk was vast. Ent, it was called, when I trembled small, one thing, I did a big kushami and then opened my eyes.

"What. That voice, oh. Marika. It's been a while."

"Good day, Ent. Speaking of which, you moved it here. I didn't know."

"The tree talked...! Sugai, how are you pronouncing that? I wonder where the vocal cords are."

"I'm sorry, Ent. It's been a thousand years, but with something funny."

"Hmm, it's Marika. Is he your partner?"

"Hmm... stupid, please don't! How could I, a noble high elf, be more so with a man like this?"

"Come on. Why don't you leave Mr. Klund alone? It's really time to cut some tears."

"Hehe. Yes, it's not faking yourself, Marika. Your mother, Tarika, has been single for nearly 3,000 years, continuing her preferences. It's not strange to find someone. Otherwise, you'll be framed for living a lonely life without a twat, alone. Alone!!

"Oh, you know, Ent. Don't stress so much about being alone. You don't look like the woman I miss."

"No?

"No, now, I'm just choosing. If you care, one or both of your spouses."

"Don't be strong. That's what Nong's thousand years of experience and memory are all about. Non knows nothing in this world. Non knows everything. Anything you want."

"A thousand years hey...... But if you think about it, you're not single."

"Non is Bat V. Kids are almost there, too. I broke up with my last wife, and it's time for three hundred years. No single creature is poisonous. Blood clouds, spirit devastates, the hegemony of life is lost, jealousy becomes stronger, stupidity becomes more. You'll remember."

"No. Only I have no such vain past. I didn't say no."

"Hmm. So, I guess it's not like I came all the way here to see Non. About a thousand years after you fell asleep. Time to unseal the evil gods."

"Yeah, that's right. I stopped by here because this guy stopped by on his own"

"Hmm."

Ent gazed at the collector with black eyes as he jerked off the trees.

"It seems to steam the story back. This man, he's not so bad. On the contrary, rare for the human species

have the purity to see in "

"Haa!?

"Hey, my face. I'd love to see a Yankee comic strip on my forehead, but the blue muscle floats."

"Ent. You don't know how evil this man is. All of a sudden, I'm gonna come kill people, I'm gonna touch my chest, I'm gonna hit my sleep, I'm gonna see naked quotes, I'm gonna touch my chest without permission. I mean, he's so full of perverts that he just touches his chest and thinks he's a toddler......!!

"Oh, you were finding out"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Ha!?

"So, Mr. Marika. I'm scared of your face."

"That would be natural as a species. This man wants you purely, without any other intrusion. In the first place, if you didn't like it, you could have used as much of it as you wanted. I mean, not doing it, Marika. You've already begun to forgive this man."

"Eh. In the meantime, it turns out that while Ent hadn't seen him in a thousand years, he was turning out to be a total pervert erotic. So in the future, you'll pass through even if you pass nearby."

"Marika, you can't light it."

"That's right, it's Marika. Just give me your crotch and open your heart."

"Klund, your heart looks clear."

"Enough."

"Go home. Let's go, Klando"

Marika turns her back like she's angry, she moves away from Zunzun and Ent.

"Hey, Marika. Is that enough? Didn't we meet a long time ago?"

"I wish I'd been dead"

The zodiac raised a frightened voice in his heart, groaning. Second, if you notice, you can talk as usual. Turning around behind me, I could see Ent closing one eye with a clumsy wink.

What a thought-provoking guy for a plant. Next time, I'll bring you something.

"Marika, and it's Klund.... be careful."

"Whoa! Jii the Ent, too, live long!

Marika was swollen with a muffled face as the collector ran for a small run.

"Are you old acquaintance?

"Yeah, I used to grow arrows in the garden of my house. In a thousand years, I can't believe I grew up this far. It's going fast."

"I said I would."

"It's an old mouthful, but you're younger than me. When I grew up pretty big, I couldn't grow up in the garden any longer, and I knew your mother had moved it somewhere in the woods. I never thought I'd see you again in a place like this. Well, I'm kind of tired today. Let's go home."

"Right. There's some handy sorcery."

Marika used the unattributed magic of the Spatial Distortion Room to create distortions in the dimension and a way back to the cabin. Marika steps into a soft-dimensional rift in space when she takes the hand of the collector. It was a small, soft hand. As he stumbled and moved with his fingers tangled, Marika glanced at him with angry eyes.

"Do you want to be thrown off in the narrow space of the dimension?

"Forgive me, I'll cry."

Marika, silly, snapped through the dimension and went all the way back to the front of the cabin. The time was so dark that it was difficult to see each other's eyes and noses past dusk and across the street.

"In the meantime, didn't we go at a pretty good pace today? Hey."

Speak up for consent. As soon as possible, Marika fell into her chest.

(Dude, such hatred, beat it up and suddenly flag accomplished!?

When the collector rushed to take it, Marika kept her eyes closed and her breath was absurd. The body I hugged is as hot as it caught fire. Her white cheeks were red and on fire. Gently, when I did my hand on my forehead, I was damp sweating and burning heat.

"Hey, you're a jerk! Stay with me!

"Mm-hmm. Shut up, hey, I'm just tired. Look, let go..."

Marika strengthens and leaves the hand of the collector, but walks two or three steps, fluttering like a temperamental jellyfish, crashing to the ground. Run over and hold him up. Biscilli and sweat were already unconscious, even on the white neck muscles.

When the collector carried Marika, he carried her to the sleeping table in the cabin to put her to sleep. I've tried calling a few times but haven't heard back. It's not very much if it's also a special illness, but it's out of hand.

When I left the cabin and drew water from the back well into the bucket, I borrowed a towel from her closet in her room, dampened it and put it on her forehead. The collector basically has no particular physical illness if he has never had a cold. Calling a doctor is the norm, but even if you go down to the village, the first question is whether there are such people in such a remote cold village.

Nor, even if there were doctors, would anyone help Teng himself, who is letting the village strike a monster. In the first place, if the witch tells you that she is ill, she will be mistaken for treachery, or the villagers will push her to this cabin.

"Damn, it's a blockade..."

It's a tough situation to do anything about it. The treasurer felt a chest ache that would tear him apart as he looked at Marika in agony. In the first place, this man is over-enthusiastic. Even if he could withstand his pain, he could not chew it well, if it were about men. Until I met someone else for a few days, but I was so emotional that I could no longer part of it. Apart from the likes and evils of men and women, my emotions swell that I want to help Marika and, if I can, do it on her behalf.

"Hang in there, hang in there. Marika."

When it came to what the collector could do, it was about leaning against her side like a fool and holding her hand. After a while, Marika gently opened her hot decent eyes.

"Oh, is this...?

I look around with confusion as to where I am no longer for a moment.

Marika eventually distorted her mouth so as to mock herself with her moist eyes when she put her perspective on the side's collector.

"Sorry to bother you. So, what do we do?"

"What?"

"Now I'm powerless. If you drop my neck and deliver, as the villagers promised, you'll get paid."

"Are you serious?"

"'Cause you are. I don't know, you're a stream adventurer. Ignore evil gods, that's the easiest thing to do to carry things efficiently. Magic is so delicate. Before I can chant the magic of elementary school right now, you can kill me with your bare hands."

"You can't do that. You are paranoid!!

Much of Marika's words sparked bright red in her head. Almost, shouting reflexively, she closed her eyes and bit her lips as if frightened. It was the toddler himself frightened by adult reprimands. How fearful it was, Marika shuddered as thinly as she had fallen on a bamboo. A bitter thing ran on the chest of the treasurer.

Why did you yell at me? She's just anxious.

When the collector reached out softly, Marika, who had opened her thin eyes, cuddled her eyes hard, thinking that she would be beaten. As far as possible, I rubbed Marika's cheek so that she could not help herself and handle what was ruined. With a Kyoton face, he is making red eyes stick. I kept going so that I could calm down.

"It's a good idea."

"Huh..."

'Cause I'm a jerk.'

That's how she stroked her cheeks all the time, staring into her eyes, and Marika eventually fell into a deeper sleep as if she had relieved herself. Keep her asleep and keep going around the room like a bear.

After a while, Marika also regained consciousness.

"Hey, you okay? What do you want me to do?"

"Sorry, disturbed. I'm fine. This is probably just a cold..."

"Really?

"Yeah. Always, when you move a lot or use magic, this is what happens. I often catch a cold. Yes, if you sleep, you'll be cured."

"Oh well. There's something I can do."

"Yeah, that"

"What?"

"Well, I wish I could. Because there is medicine on the top shelf of the closet. Can I have some water, please?"

"Oh, let it go! Stay with me. I'll see to it."

From the place indicated, the collector brings the paper-wrapped medicine, but Marika could not raise her face, as her consciousness was blurred.

(That's crazy. It's just a cold, that's all.)

I woke her up holding Marika and gave her powdered medicine. Now there's really nothing more we can do. I pulled the chair from the living room, placed it next to the bedroom, and held her hand. That was the only thing that was painful to keep seeing the suffering Marika. A distracting time passed and the night dawned. On several occasions, I have replaced the towel placed on my forehead and tried to wipe my sweaty face, but the medical condition is only getting worse and worse. Around noon, Marika's breathing had become constant and her white skin clear, as it did shortly after she ran through. Whatever you think, this is not a cold. or else there is no other way to explore the cause.

Secondly, I remembered the Ent I met yesterday. Anything determined to be a witch, sympathetic and likely to rely on an unfamiliar girlfriend, can no longer come to mind but about him. If we were to explore anything other than the village at the foot with a grudge against the witch, it would take at least a few days. It took nearly four hours when Marika and I proceeded through the woods because we traveled while checking the surrounding conditions, but if we narrowed our gear down to just a sword, we would run three hours back and forth.

"I'll be right back. Wait, Marika."

Let go of the hand you were holding. She was hazy in consciousness, but for a moment, her fingers narrowed tight.

When the collector ghosted his heart and untied her fingers, he left the cabin without looking back. I knew by the light I plugged in through the window, but it was the first sunny day in a long time. I carried the map just in case, but all the roads I walked slammed into my head. I breathed a few degrees, wide open, and ran all at once. I know where I went once, and the approximate path is to be taken. He rowed and ran down the beast path. At the same time that I left the side like this, Marika's condition didn't get worse, or that was all I cared about. Run in prayer to avoid meeting monsters. Recently, I met at least two species of army locust (bata) and Mossman. Even if we meet other enemies this time, we'll have to do it with one hand of escape. I won't pull out my sword as hard as I can. I don't have time to do that. Marika's waiting for me.

Would you have kept on walking at your full strength for an hour or so, your breath is already rough and your heart beating has become embarrassing. Unlike the path paved with asphalt, it takes several times more effort and concentration. A sweat dripping from his forehead, lit up with a cackle all over his body, transmitted his jaw and fell to his chest. The difficult path continues endlessly. He threw his tongue out like a starving dog and ran up and down a hill that seemed infinite. This is the shortcut. The twig stretched, occasionally poking at my cheeks and eyes. I felt the pain and ran. When you do a nod or a hand in your ear, the sweat flowing becomes salt and there is a jarring sound. The sunshine that shines back was even tougher today.

When he managed to arrive in a familiar field and saw giant trees soaring in the centre, he relieved himself with his heart. Ento had already noticed the presence of the treasurer, gently welcoming him in with his black warm eyes. When I caught up and told him how it was until yesterday and how Marika was doing, Ent made one decision instantly.

"Perhaps that's the poison of an army locust (bata). When the bug bites, the animal has a terrible fever and the weak individual is fatally injured by it alone"

"But I got bitten, but I don't care."

"Marika is a high elf. And it's a little different. In particular, instead of having high magic resistance, her physical abilities are severely weak. Just a few cuts. One of them could be a treat."

Ent, fortunately, was familiar with how to make the poisoning. When he had the forest birds gather the necessary materials, he cleverly treated the trunk like an arm and folded them together to formulate the drug.

"Nevertheless, Marika also has an adult history of high elves. You'll die about insect poison, but also in case. Deliver it to him quickly. As you can see, I can't leave this land."

"Sorry, I owe you!

"Ha. This is the one to thank. She was a young tree and she did well. It's Klando, please. Marika is really more lonely than anyone."

The return route was a lot of descent and seemed to get back faster than planned. I don't even come across the monster that was the most distracting. The sky was springing and the clear blue was shining. Fluffy, waxy clouds float sparsely. Temperatures are gushing up, to the point that I don't like weaving my jacket. In a continuous descent, the knee gradually builds up tiredness and the stomping ceases to work. Eat up your teeth and scold yourself. Faster than planned, I think I'll be able to get back to the cabin. When I relaxed as I ran down the road, I felt a slight slaughter behind my back. The collector almost tried to swim through the universe and jumped into the slope. Shh, shuddering, the sound of tearing air struck my ear. The arrow butt pokes at some trunk and sounds. The treasurer looked back. I could see the shadow in black. Definitely. A few days ago, he suddenly attacked me, an assassin who didn't even know the manipulator. Silently, I saw the four of them pull out their swords. That's all Malika's cabin is. You can't involve her suffering from poison. None of the four men in front of them must be missed, and they must be executed in this place. When the collector threw his sheath and set up his sword, he rushed up the slope abruptly.