Dungeon+Harem+Master

I never dreamed that existence existed in this world that could barely pass through the world, etc.

When I put down my reading book, I woke my torso out of bed.

I stayed up late last night, and my head is heavy because I was reading through the books.

"How are you?"

Drawing a circle at the fingertips of the universe connected the far-sighted crest formations I had set up, while I was there, I could see the view outside. What I saw through the crept window was a young man eating while sitting on a stone with a silly face. Looks like a human race, I think, maybe.

I've never seen a young man except for his knowledge of books. Village humans are trying to get here no matter what happens with the art of stray, and then it means they're travelers who've come from some distance and have some kind of protection.

Totally troublesome story. The man's face was shallow and black, and somewhere between them was missing. Overall, you don't feel relaxed or tense. What you're wearing is close to wild clothing, not superior. He was lowering his cheap sword to his waist for just a long time. I don't consider myself a master because of my lack of vigilance. I just thought about it a lot, and it made me look stupid. True. Sometimes as protective a person would cross the line. Besides, I woke up from sleep and deliberately diluted the layers of defense in search of qualified people. No, you can't just be a fool. Quite frankly, it would be impossible to control an array without an arm standing, a strong will and a high quality of soul. I really think it's a loss personality myself. How much time do I have to spend wiping my crazy mother's ass? When I wet my lips by watering the bed, I rolled around and put the book on my face. I've been thinking about it since this winter, but my mother just built my system, and it was perfect inside. It seems impossible to destroy with hands from the outside. With Munya in his face, a fierce alarm signal was emitted from across the door.

"Oh, my God, no more"

Looking at the far-sighted window, I could see an earlier man leaning against the cabin in a rounded view.

What is he, an asshole?

I'm going to be paying signs around, but the moves are amateur.

In this way, you won't be able to hunt one rabbit.

Oh, good. Please, I don't want you to get in my way any more.

"Hello."

Wishes were vain, and the man announced his visit.

I felt the killing, which wasn't there until a moment ago, radiating violently, jumping up the blanket gabbling.

My skirt gave me, I can see my underwear. Oh, my God, I don't know.

When I fixed my hem, I got the wand.

Was he completely killing you? So far it's completely pseudo?

If the enemy is an adventurer with first-class arms, one aim would be my neck.

I knew that animals and buckets living in the woods were activating and attacking the village with "All right, good luck uncle" because of the rays that radiated from the array, killing everyone below humanity (* Nari, whom I named).

And to the unpleasant extreme fact that it's all my fault.

Why is that?

Ma, nobody answers me. Humans, really, simple heads.

With that in mind, Konko and Knocker rang. Probably the first time that bear knocker I made was used. Somewhat emotional.

In the meantime, when I answered that I was out, I could play an angry, lowly voice from the outside.

I'm on track. I was so frustrated that I took a shot at him for being intense.

Learn to visit Lady's house a little smarter if you punish her for this.

The man showed no signs of waking up after a considerable amount of time.

Hey, maybe I just did a little too much.

Of course I didn't want to kill him, but when he dies in front of the house, he just feels a little sick.

I opened the door lightly and approached the man about time.

He is resting in a healthy sleep. That just made me want to kick some ass.

If you look closely, you looked much younger. Fifteen or so. Minus that I've been asleep for a thousand years, um, more or less nineteen, I think I'll be a few younger. Pretty big, nice color gloss on my face. Maybe it's a pretty good place to be born.

I can't help but watch forever.

I was somehow frowning with my hand mirror in one hand trying to immerse myself in the research until the man woke up once I got back into the room.

Maybe that's the first time your father has spoken unexpectedly to a man.

Somehow I got restless.

The man's name was Klund. His nature is basically goodness. I figured out why in essence.

Talk to me, he seems to be a traveler who came to exorcise the witch by being danced by the villagers, as expected. The opposite was suspicious, but I felt like I could somehow believe it.

At this point, I decided to sacrifice Klund to Arre.

My heart hurts with tickles and guilt.

After that, Klund touched my chest, and the thought cleared up.

They touched me two or two times!

I would only have decided to forgive someone who would be my husband. I won't allow it.

The culprit of the monster attacking the village is the evil god who lives in a dungeon in the deepest depths of the forest.

Klund should help me and stop the evil gods.

Why are you riding such a frigid story?

Except for Eh, this guy felt like too many people.

In this way, how could I have lived to this day?

I can't believe Colo fooled me to the point where I have little life experience.

It's a duck. Good duck. That got through the fat, too.

In retribution for touching my chest, when I was electrocuted, I just didn't get up overnight.

Marika, fierce ministry.

I did a little too much. I think so myself.

But I think the root problem lies with Klund.

Somehow, I stalled him for two days to leave for the woods for a reason.

I am incomplete as a high elf. At its root, it has lost all the advantages it had in its ancestors. Besides, the disadvantage arises that magic cannot always be fought with the same power, which depends on the full moon. Moreover, the Crescent Moon Day, which must be visited in a month, becomes completely defenseless with near zero magic. Do not be known. In some cases, it's not weird who's the enemy. But the inflexible conversation I have with him eases my feelings inside. How long has it been since I've eaten with you? I felt so mixed up.

When they attacked me in my sleep after that and saw me as I was born, I had to decide to go to raccoon sleep because I was too shy! Why, he's coming into the maiden's room with dignity, he is! Incredible!! Pervert!!

In his adventures in the woods, Klund was more helpful than he thought. According to stories I've heard on the road, as an adventurer, he runs out. At an early age, he learned the sword from his grandfather, but he threw it right out. When the bright guy talks about his family, he mumbles strangely. I'm sure it's a story you don't want to be heard. Each other, we're not blessed with family. I thought so, sadly, but I felt like I was just a little closer to him, and the back of my chest was wazzing.

In the woods, the army was to fight locusts (bats). In fact, it begins to look at monsters and take their lives. Klund worked pretty hard in the avant-garde, but had severe wounds all over the place. I was flying through the sky, using the magic of the wind to bring down the monsters, but only one spot was scratched. But as soon as I saw him drooling with blood, I forgot about that.

Humans are weak. Humans die soon. I shouldn't have loved humans or anything.

That's what your mother used to say.

Your father, one day on the border, became a wreck.

That was the last day of my life that I thought was a blessing.

Running over to him to make allowance for the wound, the magic of automatic recovery was regenerated from Klund's chest.

I can't see anything so powerful inside.

If you ask, he seems to be the legendary brave summoned by the princess.

Honestly, it didn't pin.

The face of Klund in front of him is completely unlikely to be the legendary warrior read in an ancient book. On the contrary, he's even about to be killed by a slightly fierce bat.

"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?"

You can't tie it. Asshole, this guy.

There is a part of Klund that doesn't care about his life.

I hate these things about humans. You're weak, I can't. Try to accomplish more than you can. In the first place, you can't be a normal human being, such as a transcendent act. Rarely are those born to miracle stars, who had a tens of thousands of chances of success. I told Klander to run away without hesitation if he thought it was dangerous.

The Resurrection of the Evil God is near. I don't have time to look for other sacrifices anymore. Whatever hand you use, you have to draw him into the box and make him malfunction.

The world must not be destroyed. That's because it's bound to complement the last senseless act my mother did.

Despite all that caution, this asshole continued to act out of orbit.

We made an assault on the moth monster without thought. Besides, I keep laughing at people's worries with a hella. Do you know yet? I really got it on my mind. He talks to me with a lot of care, but I totally ignored him. I may never have been so angry before in my life. As I walked preppily, I reunited with Ent, who I thought I would never see again. Ent glanced at Klund and asked if he was his partner.

Impossible. Impossible. Yes, sir.

How could I, the noble high elf, be with this man...

Look, it's not something you don't want.

It's so crap, my head's been chipping.

I'm not conscious or anything, and I won't say no.

He is not such an object. It is one of the devices we have seen to seal the array.

Absolutely.

But thanks to Ent, I can talk as usual again, yeah. Maybe a little thankful. I've never had a fight with anyone, so I didn't even know how to fit in.

On his return, he returned to his cabin in the magic of the space-distorting Room. I stuck around and took Klund's hand. It was thick and masculine and just a little thrilled.

Definitely, I was hit by poison. When I thought so, it was too late. My head gets puffy, my funny-looking leg breaks. I can't believe I can't stand properly. I feel sorry for my physical weakness. I said I could use all sorcery, but I want to make some corrections. I don't like the recovery system. Especially since I didn't think it was for me, I skipped reading into a lot of clutter.

Yeah, geniuses don't need chatty little wasps. In a nutshell.

It's a lie. I was strong. If there's a next time, I'm going to study it properly.

If you are a normal high elf, you will be powerless with a little poison and other basic forces.

What a most powerful life form, oh.

I had a dream. It's always been a familiar dream of my childhood. I am surrounded by a table sandwiched by a gentle father and mother. I'm hugged by a wide, big chest and pulling my father's whitened beard. My mother arranges warm dishes with hot air as she sparkles the same bright red eyes as me. It was all complete. I didn't want anything else. The mixed sights collapse with noise on all sides, peeling off on the upside down and falling to the end of the earth. The image of being swallowed up by Nara.

"Oh, is this...?

If you noticed, you were lying in your own bed. The hand I held close to was warm and as powerful as your father's.

When I looked into Klander's worried eyes, I couldn't help but notice that I was about to spill tears.

Severely restrain yourself.

Do not transfer your emotions. This man called to make a sacrifice.

For what?

Don't question it, make yourself sound good.

I can't help it.

Why is my heart so upset?

I wanted to cry and cling to Klan like a child.

This must be the poison of an army locust. My head doesn't function well.

The soft part of me collapses and the polo leaks out my secluded guts.

I've done a lot of terrible things. Kill me, or you think it's a gap now? He helped me get to bed without even knowing how to look at it. I imitated my benefactor like sanding him with his hind legs.

It was sweet at some point. He would forgive me for anything terrible.

Yes, like your father and mother who were gentle.

So I was shocked when they yelled at me so much. I cried eyes. It's a different kind of fear from when a monster strikes you or Klund gets hurt.

Don't be angry. I'm scared. I want you to be gentle.

As soon as Klund yelled at him, he softened his voice and stroked his cheek.

The back of my head warms twitchy with relief.

I falsely assumed that I had a cold, and they took my medicine and took it. If it's just an insect poison, it can sometimes heal if you sleep, apparently. Experimenting with your own body is too risky. But I don't want to tell Klander so badly that I can make him wolf. I don't want to bother him. I don't want to make you sad. But with one of my own body. I haven't completely turned my head. And then again, my consciousness broke just a little. Ruthlessly, when I woke up only for a moment, Klund's figure had disappeared from my pillow.

... Why, why?

I don't know why. I'm sure it's because I'm feeling better. Besides, I don't have any dust on the elements he likes. I felt like I was being so worthless.

"No, no!!

I cried with a loud voice, as I had returned to my child.

Tears pour out so uncontrollably. Anxiety and grief nearly crushed my whole body.

The mission, the array, everything was getting better.

I get tired of crying and feeling like I don't care.

Everything in tears, I wish it didn't melt away.

And I woke up from despair. Time hasn't gone so far.

"Why?"

I felt the weight on my chest and my face blued sassy.

There was a bloody Klund down there.

I realized instantly what he had done. And I couldn't help feeling the deep love.

A mixture of welcome and fear stirs the soul.

"Klund! Klund!!

As I disturbed, I grabbed him and, once again, cried out.

There's no shame in coming this far. When Klund woke up, his hips were really about to collapse. And without this man, I felt so strongly that I couldn't.

As expected, he has stood up and divided himself into woods, obtaining the antidote.

I asked him why he was so helpful.

I just wanted to, he said.

The line was slightly different from what I had hoped for, but his hazy smile burned firmly in the back of his brain and he couldn't leave.

A few days we lived as a couple as if we were deceptive.

Well, the exchange of love didn't change, but I was totally crazy about him.

Klund told me about my favorite Sarah flower.

It was a way of speaking that felt deeply academic qualities.

It is proof that he is a noble birth who is not a despicable birth.

Somehow, it looks more and more different from the impression I had when I first met you.

Dark as his dark hair, I like black eyes. I like the way you get your hair up. I loved the thick breastplate, the thick arms, the gotten palms, and the little bit of it coming out.

I always wanted to serve Klund.

Deep down, I was stunned by myself craving him, but convinced in every way.

When I found out he didn't have a wife or kids, my breasts nearly flew away with wings growing.

I have no maneuvers. When I realized it, I made my delusions hard, held in his crummy arms and chest, and forced him to assemble, and I realized, and I was scared, that I was chasing him with my eyes before I knew the tight ass or the important part. Am I a craving pervert? No, I don't think so.

The mixed stalemate did not last.

Klander was a more responsible man than I thought.

He was worried about my body but also clearly felt the fear of the evil god's calamity.

The forest offense was more than half way through.

However, the depletion of magic has also become more pronounced. I'm tired.

It was a village girl named Guerta who showed up at that time.

This woman has stuck her neck between us for a reason.

Abominable.

Anger nearly burned out my liver.

Nasty, dirty, dirty, earthly daughter of the people!

My head burned in a cool way and I couldn't see around it.

If you ask me, it was this daughter who asked Klund to crusade the witch (* poor me).

He hugged me to the cland and cheeked me, as if it were true.

Excuse me.

I rarely chopped a lowlife daughter named Gerta in her brain, put a grilled eye on her net, poked her with a needle without a gap, and shredded her with a stick, and ended up chopping her to feed the pig.

I just want you to thank me for the generosity that you've done with your imagination.

More painful time went on than this. I tried, for the record, to hit a horse with an unimportant man named Luke, but he couldn't. The effect is not acceptable. Klund had completely turned his fever on a slut named Gerta.

Besides, I saw that woman flirting with a youngest named George.

Guerta was right, and as she relaxed her clothes from herself, she welcomed a man named George.

The two connections raised a beastly roar and became a clump.

I don't believe it. That's all, selling the festivities to Klando. The truth was this. Nothing. That's fine. Suitable for sluts, men, etc. The problem was the fact that she was swinging Klund around like a good one. When the affair was over, they were leaning in and kissing each other.

To me that just seemed like a very dirty act of excretion, not love or anything else.

According to the stories I heard, the two were soul courageous to successfully use Klund to merit and ask the villagers to acknowledge their friendship. It was easy to tear the two apart on this occasion, but then Klund won't wake up.

And there was also a slightly cruel feeling boiling in me. For once, all you have to do is be betrayed greatly and look into your painful eyes. That way, he won't be looking at a woman other than himself, I'm sure, and from now on, it's called one stone and two birds. However, this nasty plot of mine turned out to bounce back on itself dozens of times. Evil Ent raided the camp and Klund was badly injured. If Gerta sees the situation as unfavourable, he just escaped. Luke went mad and was eaten by a monster named Hydra. On top of that, Klund fell injured. I'm the only one who can help him. A doorboard was pulled from the decaying hunter's cabin, and a disoriented cland was pulled on a tanka through a tree tull. I've never done manual labor since I was born. Normally walking is not easy to satisfy. Still, I had to carry him safely, injured and fallen. It was hard, it was painful. Every step forward he ran out of breath, and the hard tree twill chopped his palm and cut it into snails. I pulled the cland, crying. My chest is pounding. His whole body was covered with sweat, and when he fell, he rose, and when he fell, he rose. Still, Kakera didn't even think about leaving him in the dead. If I can't move, the defenseless Klund dies lightly. Only the obsession in me was pushing my body to its limits. He, when he woke up, hugged me and said "thank you". That's all, I even thought I could die soon.

Furthermore, it was Ent's death that struck me down.

It was Guerta, confused by the waves of the Evil God, who set him on fire.

I don't remember the rest very well anymore.

No, I wanted to forget, that was the real deal.

She was killed by me.

I slammed the rock with this hand. Over and over again.

The reason is because I tried to get Klando in my hands.

Anything else, for the most part, was something that should never be done.

When I saw Guerta's body that collapsed, I even felt refreshed.

It was so refreshing. I'm sure I should have done this from the beginning.

But I regretted it immediately. Because Klando looked like he was about to cry and he was looking at me.

What a gentle man you are.

Such a bug, such as it's not worth mourning.

Yeah, maybe I, too, got eroded by an array.

Then I was in the deep woods all the time. Throwing stones doesn't get to the bottom, it's the darkness of perpetual robbery.

I'm nagging with my knees. I didn't know why I had to work so hard anymore. If I, one, try to stop Arre, as one of the people in the world, don't praise me. Yes, I've lived with no one to this day. It will always have been. So nobody knows me. Neither do I. There's nothing inconvenient about disappearing human beings that nobody knows about. Anyway, if you don't even know it's gone, isn't that living? It would be impossible to destroy them altogether, even if they stopped the array successfully. Someday, you have to live all the time with the fear that someone will dig it up and make it work. I'm a high elf. That, too, is the last person left on this earth. But there's no point in telling that blood, and nobody wants it. The frozen deserted forest landscape extends into my heart.

But it was also Klund who dragged me out of the darkness like that.

So I could never sacrifice him anymore.

Finally, we reached the sealed dungeon. I couldn't tell the truth until the end.

I can't possibly.

The mechanism of evil god that leads the world to ruin is the essence of one of the premier magical theories your mother built with her soul. Pushing this into a dysfunctional state must strip off its own flesh, become a soul and jump into the spirit child world, and somehow stop the mechanism. It required a strong will. Initially, the plan was to expose the secrets of world collapse at this point and control the sacrificial soul from the outside by witchcraft brainwashing to lead the evil god to self-destruction. That doesn't go without a certain sense of trust on both sides. But if I challenge the Evil God myself, I don't need the presence of a guide. I can't come back. With that in mind, I could honestly tell him I loved him. Klund was surprised to find out. I had no regrets.

Put your hands on the outer lid of the box and get yourself on board.

I don't want goodbye.

I didn't even know if I laughed well at the end.

Klund's movements were quick. I was supposed to unleash an electric shock and deprive him of his liberty, but he pushed me in a supple motion, like a handsome beast.

What's wrong with you?

What's going on?

The outer lid was closed with a baton and the silence returned to the room.

- And I, I guess, went mad.

I don't even know the passage of time. Has it been several hours? Or a few days.

Will this time of anguish last forever? I was right to say that the tears had dried up.

I have carelessly dropped my most precious soul at the bottom of the well.

Tired of crying, sleeping round like a little girl.

Both nails were not left and peeled off and blood was spilling out.

The Box of Evil Gods sleeps quietly, leaving countless scratches.

Klund doesn't come out of here anymore.

Then I've always been by this hearse, and I don't know how much more life I'll have, but I've decided to spend.

Lean against the cold box and cheek.

The box does not answer. It won't even pluck me. Shut up.

But I'm by your side.

All the time.

I don't want anything.

I'm around, I'm doing this, we're together, no matter who.

The world is finally complete.

"I'll be with you the whole time, Klando"