Dungeon+Harem+Master

As the collector ran up the slope so that he could take charge of the long sword, the most leading man burst into it with anger.

Jump in low.

I waved the sword in charge with all my might.

Along with the dull sound, the cutting tip of the sword broke and bounced off.

The limit of the blade, which had been lost, came suddenly.

The masked assassin's eyes loosened slightly. That was the moment that separated life and death.

The collector waved his remaining long sword directly beside him with a selfless obsession. The unusual sound of a broken bone and the screaming of a man mixed in and wooden spirits. A blow from the treasurer smashed the man's tibia bone-by-bone.

Stick to the wrist of a man who collapses like a scab.

I slammed my forehead all over the man's nose. A dull noise rang. I stood with both hands the long sword I took at the same time. Kick the man's flank and slap him down the slope. The two approached from left to right.

The collector jumped up and waved his sword perpendicular to the man's face on the right.

Long swords draw white trajectories.

The man was severed face-to-face and flipped backwards.

Moment after moment, I felt a burning pain in my left flank.

The man on his left made a deep decision with a sword in his hand. Something hot sticks up my throat. The pain blinked bright red in front of me. I gripped the blade with my left hand. A gnawed man looks up. I waved the sword in my hand diagonally. The blade shed dos black blood as he chooses the man's throat diagonally.

One of the intact ones left comes dancing.

As the collector stepped on the spot with both legs, he switched swords in his hands and rolled them out to the front.

I blushed my ear and a blade ate into my left shoulder. Eat your teeth off the pain.

To the man's chest, the poking of his hands was deeply decided.

As the collector quickly pulled out the blade, the man cramped his arms hard and fell onto the spot. A man with a broken tibia is managing to crawl away. I rushed over and stabbed Todome.

When the treasurer pounded his knee on the spot, he blushed furiously. The blood flowing out of my shoulders is soaking my chest. Especially deep were flanks. Check the wound with your left hand. A soft halawatta touched my fingers. I almost lost my mind in shock more than in pain. If we leave it like this, the contents will dont leak out. If the halibut comes out of the abdominal cavity, it definitely won't help. I was forced to bury it back with my fingers as I was about to freak out.

As I sat jiggly, the crest on my chest glowed strongly.

I wonder how long he had done that, touching the scary wound, something like a thin membrane was tense. Get off the road carefully.

I should have had time to spare, but if I realized it, the sun was falling. I forced myself to hold back the consciousness that was about to fly and jumped in by making sure I rolled into the cabin.

Heading into the bedroom, Marika was sleeping with a paper white face.

The collector was ashamed of herself for not realizing that she had been bitten by an army locust (bata).

I fry the poisoning that Ent made and mix it in the water. He can no longer swallow well, although he tries to wake Marika up somehow and get her to take her medication.

"Forgive me, Marika."

When the collector included the poisoning in his mouth, he gave it to drink by mouth transfer. When I pushed the water into my mouth and moved my tongue, it finally drank me out. I was anxious because it was not a large amount, but the effect was surface. Less than an hour later, Marika's complexion becomes reddish.

"Yay. Ha, I did it."

When the collector was relieved by the sense of accomplishment he had finally accomplished, his unconscious fatigue came to a dot. I guess I spent more basic health than I needed, too, because I recovered my wound. I can't stay awake. I tried to fall in and my torso turned on my bedside. He fell into a deep sleep, anxious that the sheets would not be stained with blood.

My consciousness returned with a strong sense of shaking. When the collector looked up, there was Marika with her bright red eyes wide open.

"Good......"

That's what she said, she kept her face close and snubbed her cheeks.

For a moment, I don't understand the situation.

If I realized it, I could understand that the collector had lost consciousness by trying to ram him to the bedroom.

Marika's face.

She cried for a long time, leaving traces of white tears on her cheeks from her eyes.

Disturbed hair is flaky to wake up.

Waved silver hair stretched radially and was shaky.

"I thought you were dead already"

"You fell asleep while you were awake."

The collector ran to Ent to save Marika and told her about what he had done with the assassins in the mountains after making the poison removal.

Are you feeling better now?

"Yeah. I'm perfectly fine. I'm sorry, this is the only place in this house that has a bed. I'll be free in a minute."

"Whoa. I don't know what to do anymore. Besides, the wound is so blocked. You better cure at least two or three more days. See, there you go. Around. About."

Instruct the toddler to listen in a pseudonym. Marika shook her face left and right with her sliced eyes.

But then there's Klander.

The push question continued for a while, but in the end, the collector pushed him to win. Inside the room, just one small candle lit, low brightness. It has a strangely moody atmosphere.

Marika's eyes noticed that she was staring at herself the whole time, and the keeper felt strangely tickled. It's an unusual attitude to hit. I thought it must be because of the disease.

"Hey, remember my story? I told him to run away if he was in danger."

"I remember."

"Then why? Why is that? I struggled so hard, why me?"

"Why, I'm not your father. Don't ask a lot of questions."

"Because."

"'Cause there's no snag"

"sloppy"

"Not sloppy. Oh, too. Don't look like that. I know you're mistaken, but I didn't do it with the black masks over your meds. This guy is just a personal matter. It's like I had an accident on the way home from taking my meds. It's not like you're sick."

"But don't worry about Klund being me, if you leave me alone. At least you don't get hurt like that."

"Let's close this story. There's nothing I can do about what happened when I said I thought about who was wrong or something. Sleep faster than that. At least if you think it's bad for me, you can move fast. Besides, I didn't even think about helping Marika."

"Well, why?"

"I just wanted to do that."

"I knew you were pretty stupid."

"I know."

"Hey, my idiot. Can I ask you for one thing?"

"If you can."

"That. Hands while I sleep..."

"Totally, utterly sweet"

The collector clumsily winked when he held Marika's hand.

She shyly laid her eyes down and crushed her thanks.

The next morning, Marika made the floor up. He recovered to the point where he was able to walk on his own, even if he was not feeling well enough. Exactly, it was impossible to explore the labyrinth of the forest.

When the collector suggested a few days of rest, she swallowed it quietly.

Since last night, Marika's attitude has been much softer than before.

It's not a bad thing.

The collector preferred a woman who was individualless and submissive to a woman who was waggy.

This, although his preference for women is rather biased, was not so bizarre in this feudally rooted world, but rather a match. Men, stand up and protect their families, and women serve it. It is a difficult world to live in if the family is not united, leading to immediate collapse. Even in peace, poverty, strife, disease, natural disasters and personal wisdom do not do anything about it. Death is always smiling lightly at each other.

"Let's have lunch outside today"

Marika stopped by with a pot and dish in her hand as the collector lay on a flat stone outdoors.

The spring sun is strong in the afternoon, and the more sweaty it is.

Marika wears a white bonnet in the shape of wrapping both cheeks with a hiccups, instead of her usual witchy crock hat. Wearing a light green dress and being sober, he was pitiful as a flower fairy.

"What, are you gnawing at me? That's disgusting."

"Uh, yes, yes."

I sat on a seat that was at the root of the tree. In the pan is a well simmered potov. When the collector reached into the contents of the basket, he was slapped on the petin and the armor.

"Before you eat, wipe your hands with a wipe. You'll frighten your stomach."

"Are you Okan..."

I stuck with the sandwich as I carried the chicken and vegetables served in the vessel to my mouth. Marika looked at the nuts growing in the garden with her eyes narrowed.

"Do you like those flowers"

"Yeah, I love Sarah. I sat here with your mother and I had a good view."

Natsubaki is a deciduous tall tree that blossoms during the rainy season. Once, when the Buddha entered, it was said to have blossomed and likened to the Shara 'a tree, but what really grows in India and the nut buckwheat were completely separate.

"The flowers are called shark twins. In my country, the ancient saints were supposedly bloomed when they entered Nirvana, an alternative to the"

"What's that? You worship fakes?

"An ancient saint is called Buddha, um, born in a hot place. The teachings have flown all the way to the eastern country where I lived, Japan, unlike Buddha's country, gets silly cold in winter and the real Shari Twins are not native. Natsubaki has become admirable as an alternative."

"Surprised. You have a lot of learning, don't you? All this time, I was an adventurer, and I wasn't so used to traveling for it. I wonder what they did in the country."

"I'm not working"

"You didn't? My parents were wealthy."

Marika is a Kyoton, and that, too, is not impossible. In this world, you can count as part of a fine worker in the early teens, otherwise it was a rogue or wealthy class and the market that was bragging at about the age of a zodiac.

"No, it's not that I was wealthy or anything, rather, you always had trouble with money"

"Then it will also be hard to provide for your wife and children. You, too, will be called to this country to worry about the house."

"Again, I'm sorry for betraying my expectations, but I don't have a wife belt, and I don't have any children. I was just a student."

Marika looked surprised when she heard the words of the treasurer.

Then, he seemed severely confused. If you are about twenty years old, it is only natural that you should marry and have one or both of your children.

Not to mention that her values stopped a thousand years ago.

As a social common sense, the mother taught her about the area, and Marika looked like she didn't know how to treat the treasurer.

"But you're going back to the country someday"

When Marika had dark eyes, she blurred her lips and spun the contents of the pan into a gutter.

He is sending his gaze with flickering and grudging eyes.

There I could see the unconscious sweetness and familiarity with the treasurer.

"Go home? That would be nice if we could go home."

Three days later, when the collector saw that Marika had demodulated, he resumed his labyrinth treading in the woods because of the sealing of the Evil God again. I even went back to the place where I was seated the other day exploring in the magic of Space Distortion "Room".

Marika asked the collector to wait on the spot for a while and went to the center of the field where Ent was located and talked for a while.

Probably thanking you for the pills. Disciplined or stubborn, he giggles.

"By the way, what the hell is an evil god like?"

"I don't know the details either. I don't know, but I'm probably asking your mother that you're not a half-breed person."

Marika doesn't really want to touch the existence of evil gods, by the way, words tend to sink.

(Even so, I'm a magic gatekeeper. We have to trust Marika to keep the seals. Either way, you don't want to know what kind of person you're dealing with if you look at each other)

Marika is sick. Besides, is flying using magic also a hundred million robberies, floating forward but tending to lag behind from time to time. Consciously slow down. She lowered her eyebrows because it was distressing.

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood yet."

"I know. Shall we go slowly today?"

The wind does not blow, and the green trees that look over continue to remain silent. The collector even continues to rely on the map to advance, paying for the trees ahead with a sword pulled out of his sheath.

"Be careful. Something's coming."

Malika's long ears caught the subtle sound approaching her, and she snapped.

A collector lays down his sword without alarm. From the edges of the trees came a giant and ugly chemistry.

Chong Chong.

It is a monster only of the human head.

There is no torso, it is a flying monster, winged with huge ears.

Concon, and Chong Chong keeps grunting over the heads of the collectors as he makes strange noises.

The face is human itself, but the eyeballs were devoid of white parts, the whole thing was painted black, making what you see feel unstable.

"Be careful. He spits flames out of his mouth when it comes to chong chong."

"Absolutely, unpleasant things. Lots of monsters, these woods."

"I won't deny it."

The three chong chong suddenly began to plummet when they set their aim on the collector.

They peel out their black teeth and blow flames from the back of their throats.

The collector waved his sword at Chong Chong, who approached him when he avoided flying.

but Chong Chong avoids a flickering blade, he climbs up to nearly ten meters at once as he winds.

"Damn! This isn't a battle, then."

The collector poisons remorse.

The size of the chong chong is no different from that of the human head.

I don't even think it's particularly defensive from what I've seen, but this doesn't make me talk about getting away with hiccups.

With the flames that have been blown earlier, the trees and dry chops of wood are raising the smoky smoke of gray.

If eaten properly, the Great Yaqued was certain.

"Ice Arrow Ice Shot!

Marika, who had been silent, unleashed the magic of the water attribute toward the chong chong swirling overhead.

From the tip of the shaken wand, when the arrow of ice is struck out, it pours like rain towards the three bodies that were alert. Chong Chong crashes with loss of power as the hens scream unhearteningly that they can be tightened.

The collector just waited, poking his long sword toward heaven.

Eating a blow to the face with the added speed of the fall, the hell turned up the blood smoke and rolled to the ground.

The big ear, which was winged, cramps hard.

Towards the two remaining ones, Marika slammed the ice arrow Ice Shot in a row.

Blurring, the crunch of ice sharply dictated the eyes, side heads, and cheeks of Chong Chong.

Doss black blood tapped the trees and grass around thinly.

"You did it, that's Marika."

"Yeah, I don't know if you're hurt."

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine. This kind of Zako is a little bit... what's up"

If you look at it, Marika was breathing on her shoulders. He also solves the technique of flotation and stands on the ground. Her complexion was bright blue and she was still about to fall. My chest squirts hard.

"Hey, have you been hit again..."

"No. But after all, I'm a little tired. Yeah, because I know what caused it. I'm sorry, bother me. But it'll heal after a little rest. Let's go."

"Absolutely not. Let's not. I knew you were still tired. You don't have to. Let's go home."

"Yeah. Thanks. But I probably don't have time for this any longer. This is just how I see the evil spirit of the evil gods filling this forest itself. Me, too, because if it really doesn't work out. Um, give me a little more respite. You'll never get to the Evil God."

"Well, if you say so. I don't know if I can do it."

"The poison is restoring a lot of magic. I'm going to walk now, but if I'm going to be late, you can go first."

"So there's no way I can do that."

"Go. Because if you seal the Evil God, you'll be gone from here. I must continue to live alone in these woods. I need to get used to this."

"I can't."

"I can't, but I want to get used to it."

When Marika ate up her teeth, she followed the collector in the footsteps she had followed. As he continued his exploration, Marika's health quickly came to a limit.

She is still desperately eating down with a face like a bath of water, sweating on her forehead.

The collector, sighing loudly, curled his hair to Gushagusha before poking his knee on the spot and turning his back.

"Get in. It's faster for me to carry it."

"Go. I'm going. Please don't pity me."

"This isn't sympathy. I want it to be a rational choice. And."

"And what?"

"This way you can legally enjoy high elf tits on your back."

"... you, you're a fool. There will be no rhetoric about women, no matter how much."

"Really? I think it's quite a dictation for me."

"That can't be true. Oh, too. Whoa. Only this time, I'll tolerate Krand's sexual harassment."

"Yay, it's Japanese rape"

"So, you're a fool in the heart, you are. Thank you. Miraculously, you can taste my rich flesh. Plus, a hyper-rare race of high elves. Remember until you die."

"Yeah. I'll tell the offspring. the memory of Marika's slutty flesh."

"Am I a pervert......!

"Ideal for every night. Perverted high elf limbs"

"Silly."

The collector carrying Malika ran through the woods at a certain speed.

"Hey, I don't know if it's heavy."

"It's like cotton wool. Tits, besides, are tits."

"Eh."

"More, you can grind, Mr. Marika."

……

"Whoa!

"Ba, silly. Don't get me on track. I'm just a little balanced right now."

"Balancing left and right? Thank God."

"Hey, something, Klando, your attitude is really disgusting,"

"And it was a good but sparkling marica."

"So don't wear weird monologues."

For the collector, it wasn't actually the number of things such as the weight of the problem marica. With the tit power of being grittily pressed against the back of a high elf, the annoying engine turned into an infinite engine spins with a roar. Once again, he kept walking down the beast path, and when he realized, the sun was so imminent.

The deep forest is a continuum of low altitude mountains. If you think you climbed, you descend again, and if you think you descended, you climb again. Neurologically, it's pretty tight.

But the treasurer kept moving his legs without one weak sound.

"Stop for a second. Something, I hear you."

I felt Marika tremble on my back.

The collector also instinctively perceived the danger, stopping on the spot.

Looking back at the other side, in a dimmed woodland belt, someone heard a fight. When I was cancering on the spot, there were two shadows, rushing straight this way.

I stood in front of him covering Marika and laid my long sword horizontally.

The head of the shadow was a big young man. Am I in a pretty hurry, as soon as I realized the presence of the collector, I've slapped the hand axe I had. Lift the long sword overhead to prevent it.

At the same time, I kicked a man's chest plate.

The motion froze in surprise when he admitted the small shadow that was running behind him.

"Clandestine!

"Whoa, Guerta!?

"Geez."

Embrace the Guerta that jumped at me.

Sure, I was definitely the girl I broke up with in the village where I was asked to crusade witches.

A quiet white face is frightened by fear. Every time Gerta leaned on herself to sift away, her busty breasts were pressed against her arms and her face loosened naturally.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

I was hacked by Marika's angry pregnant voice.

"Yes, what the hell are you doing here! This forest is unscrupulous and dangerous."

"I'm worried that Mr. Klund won't be home forever. So, the adventurer of the journey that I was just with told me that I would go find Mr. Klando with me. So, I went into the woods with George, the load-bearer, and I got lost. Oh, not if we're talking about this. Luke the Adventurer, surrounded by monsters."

"All right, I'll take care of it!!

When the collector held Guerta on the spot, he ran off abruptly. Going about fifty meters ahead, a young man in blue upper and lower clothes was being pushed down by a united monster.

Covered with black body hair, this monster called Bulbega.

He hides in a cave during the day avoiding strong sunlight, but is a carnivorous monster who starts his activity when the sun goes down. Luke-like young adventurers were in a state where they just managed to push back the burvega they tried to eat down their throats.

The collector packed his time at once screaming. A long sword pulled out drew a silver line. He slashed Bulbega's chest diagonally.

When Bulbega screams hard, he shivers his red and black eyes and switches the target of the killing from Luke. Was the butcher's slaughter shallow or just slightly ripped the thin skin of the burvega.

Luke stood up fluttering, putting up his sword and taking a distance from Bulbega.

Even in the distance, I could see that he was frightened against Bulbega.

He's in a lot of shock that he's about to be killed.

It had determined the fact that Luke had not dived the training ground.

It is not very much in this state, but it cannot be counted as a force of war.

I'll do it alone. When I made that decision, Marika's voice sounded sharp.

Flame Cannon!

From the rear of the collector, fire attribute attack magic was shot out as Marika's backup fire.

A mass of flames nearly three metres in diameter flew with an unusual roar as a shrug.

When I swallowed the whole burvega that stood, I raised the firepowder and burned.

This blow can't wait for that monster.

I twisted myself around and jumped to extinguish the fire.

The collectors don't miss an opportunity to win. He jumped hard with a long sword in his hand.

Try to jump in and slap the blade into Bulbega's chest.

The cold, flashing cut stood sharply on the earth piercing Bulbega.

Burvega was torched violently, cramping his extremities, eventually desperate.

"Hey, thanks for the really dangerous part. Thank you."

When Luke named again, he had an uncontrolled grin and was shy wiping his muddy cheeks with his back of his hand. Blonde eyes on blonde hair. The top and bottom garments were uniform in a clear blue color, with a fairly neat face.

Luke Callahan was a runaway adventurer on the streets struggling with Bulbega.

It will be seventeen this year. He seems to have taken on the search for a keeper with no return from good intentions when he stopped by the village as Gerta said.

"So, Klando. If possible, I'd be happy to introduce you to your elf lady."

Luke asked, blushing his cheeks as he flickered at Marika, who was pushing silently behind the collector's back.

"It's Marika. Klund and I met in the woods a few days ago."

"Oh well. You two just met. Oh. It was an amazing collaboration, so I thought we had a long relationship, haha."

Luke even blushed at Marika's unscrupulous words. With a small voice, I could still hear my chances snapping, etc., but I ignored them. I didn't even know how Luke felt. Marika's beauty is out of group.

Most importantly, Marika herself doesn't seem to be interested in Luke or any other human being, and unless asked, she is jizzily silent. Because of my mind, he looked pretty grumpy.

"Clandestine. Well. I was really worried and couldn't stop worrying because I couldn't make it home forever. But I'm glad you're okay."

"Ha ha. No, I'm pretty strong, too. They're not going to do this to a monster in the woods."

"Mr. Klando. Earlier, Luke quickly picked up the monster he was struggling with. You're really strong, nice."

Gerta has pressed her body further as she sparkled her moist eyes.

Since the evening had finally changed, the four were to be open on the spot with nature. Is George originally oligarchy or doing chores by setting fire to the tequila or tent, even if he is not instructed to? The collector had raised his suspicions quite a bit of the story of the past few days, holding Gerta's body, which was creepy. No, Luke is almost drummed and just nods admirably. Now that I could restrain myself, the collectors weren't manipulative enough.

Marika gets a grumpy look whenever Guerta perfectly leans over her body as she lines up next to the collector. The skinny moon, floating in the sky, lit a line slightly.