Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector was in a state of imminent death.

I remember going down to Sawa and trying to drink water.

How many days have passed since I last spoke of food? Consciousness is uncertain as hazy.

I broke up with Marika and left the woods and went out into the streets. It must have been the beginning of exhaustion of luck that dropped the map in the fourth assassin raid. I fled to the dark clouds and realized that I couldn't figure out where I was.

I wandered through the mountains for nearly ten days and it no longer seemed possible to reach people.

I didn't have to know when we kept the tension and continued to slash each other, and as soon as I lost my mind, my stomach started a conspiracy. i.e., diarrhoea abdominal state. I also drank lots of fresh water several times. There are no solids or anything left in my stomach, but I couldn't bear to crouch. The more I stepped on it, the more painful my stomach was, and on several occasions I fell into the valley and was about to lose my life.

It would be too pitiful to die of diarrhoea. The collector lay on his face unable to move one finger while falling among the mossy rocks. Speaking of the truth, there's nothing you can't stand up for if you just want to walk a little more, but everything was a hundred million robberies.

The smell of deep trees and dark greenery fills the area. From among the multiple branches, the blue and white light of the sky swept down to the river surface, and there was a sound of fish bouncing through the water.

Yeah, I don't know. Let's grab a bite to eat. Hungry.

My body is tired like cotton and my consciousness gradually fades. Blurry and landscapes fade away like ink paintings with water in them, as white tines were applied to the sight.

Second, I felt the shadow cover my head.

Rough, numerous footsteps.

"Hey, it's this guy"

"You must be dead."

"No, it's not. This is human."

"Are you sure it's here?"

The popularity disappeared completely this time when the voices of several men who had a good quarrel turned away.

The whispering voices of the bugs make their ears clear.

Eventually the sun slowly fell or the cold air wrapped around it.

How much time has passed?

Once again, two shadows floated in the moonlight peeking into the fallen treasurer.

Barely connect the yarn of consciousness that is about to disappear to the signs.

The collector was again depressed by the deep meltdown as he blurred to hear the whispers entering his ear.

Feels a little tickled in the ear.

The collector lifted his eye lid as he distorted his face, causing a coal-fired wooden ceiling to enter his eyes.

"I don't know."

"I'm sure of it."

"Mimi, Mimi Nei"

"Hey."

'Cause it's a human race, not like us.'

"Hey, hey. Melissa wayu. This is Sawayu's."

"I think Mary's going over there."

I can hear the hissing of a tall child in my ear.

What, this is...

The collector wakes himself up by stripping the blanket with momentum. Many children's eyes stared at themselves curiously enough to fill the room on the pillow.

The gaze of the collector and the children intersects.

Strange air flows. The voice of the girl who opened the door unilaterally broke it.

"Come on, you guys, don't go in there on your own."

I wonder if she was about 12 or 3 years old, she was a skinny, beautifully atmospheric girl. I wonder if the blonde hair that goes to her shoulder is hairy, and she has light wavy hair. The basin in both hands contained a mug of soup with dust and hot air.

"Where am I?"

A collector speaks to a girl.

You noticed the first time a man was awake, the color of fright seeped into his blue eyes.

When the girl distorted her face crying, she did not enter the room and closed the door with momentum.

The rushing footsteps rattled lightly.

Then I heard a noisy noise that turned things upside down all the way into the room.

"What are you doing?"

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's not like the girl's voice, another woman's voice sounds.

The children's dull laughter leaked out in the room.

"Oh, Lynette did it again."

"Yay."

"Screw it, hey"

One of the toddlers, who had been up until sometime on the bed, snapped his sleeve as it was being taken away. A well-dressed child with big, brilliant eyes.

"Hey, Asobo."

Don't be afraid.

Um, I already know, but I'll double-check.

Their ears were distinctive and familiar.

In other words, it is the Elves.

"Mm-hmm. Are you awake, man of the human race?"

When Hikari was distressed by the children that the collector hugged, this time around twenty or so women of the same age as the collector came in, unlike just as many girls from across the door.

Glowing golden hair with whiteness of white characteristic colors.

The hair is wrapped around the back in a cygnon. White jacket, super mini skirt. He is wearing braided shoes of scorched tea. The deep blue eyes were impressive.

More than anything else, it was an uninterruptedly large chest that was stunning the collector with his jacket poking forward.

Oh, come on, you're kidding. Almost, isn't it, Mellon?

When the collector removed his nailed gaze, he coughed. The woman, accustomed to the man's gaze, even grinned with Niyaniya as she perceived her intentions.

"Well, I think I got some help, and suddenly I can't help but ask about things."

"Well, don't ask. A fool."

Words conjure up in a reply that is not even nibbling.

"Just kidding, don't let me cry all of a sudden, depressing"

"You're an elf."

"It's not you. Straw has the fine name Dorothea. Welcome to the den, guests. I'm not an uninvited guest."

Dorothea put her arms together in front of her, poking out her shapely chest, even proudly moving her long ears.

The collector thanked him for the help he received when he named himself, and heard that this was the village where the Dorotheas lived.

A few of the children were surprised at first and didn't hide the tension, but over time they unraveled. I don't hesitate to blame you for viewing the collector as an object of play, and I'm toying with flying around.

Dorothea smiles and looks forward to the look of it when she sits in the chair on the stationery.

The collector, pretending to listen seriously, carefully viewed Dorothea's well-shaped breasts as rape.

"I mean, this place is full of half-elf kids who've lost their way in all kinds of villages."

"It's fast to swallow. Wasawa lives in this village, taking away the children who have no place to go. Just a weirdo."

"Hey, weirdo."

From across, the collector ignores the toddlers when he decides to go in a direction where his cheeks are snapped but not dealt with as much as possible.

Dorothea laughed elegantly as she covered her mouth with her hands, putting one child elf running around on her lifting knee.

"No, you look funny," he said.

"You know."

"No, you're a better bu man than I thought. What, don't swell. He's cute like a crushed manju. creepy."

"You're not following that, you're not at all amused by people's feelings. Instead, you're making a fool of yourself."

"Don't say that, I don't hate squirting creepy, so-called klands"

"Seriously, the hot season is here. Dorothea, it's no use falling for me."

"Cland, your lord is a funny one."

"Don't sassy flush, it'll hurt you"

"Hey - Klund, Klund! Do that, do that."

"Uh-huh. You're a kid. Whoa."

The collector lifts his hand to the side of one of the children and makes it high.

"Oler, you can see the Tokyo Tower."

It's a childish way to yawn, but did the kids like it a lot, because it's expensive on a frightening collector.

"But let's get acquainted in this short time. Because my brain is infantile."

"Big favor, you bastard"

When Dorothea exhaled, she rose from her chair and stretched with her hands protruding upwards.

"No. Forgive me, the kids like you because you're not a bad guy. Give me a break if I offend you. of"

"Oh, wow."

The collector responds to Dorothea, who has kept his face so close that his nose and nose have come into contact with each other. Smells like a sweet woman, her groin hardens unintentionally.

"Oh, my God, it's lit, it's so cute"

"Shut up."

Dorothea laughed at the tip of her nose as she saw the tent stretched by the collector.

"That's a fine sexual harassment, isn't it!?

"He's a loud man, anyway. I don't know if you care about the frigid smile."

"You're making too much fun of my Magnum. Ah!

"Nevertheless, I didn't have to waste my help. If you're a scoundrel, you have to get rid of it. Mmm."

The treasurer, though only momentarily, sensibly perceived a sharp killing in her eyes. The swollen groin also naturally droops its head off. My throat dried up like a pinch.

"So let's not do that. Why do people in this country live in the world of Shura? Let's Love and Peace."

"Love. Hey. Congratulations to the Lord, Cland."

"Let's get my weird stick in and out of Dorothea's weird hole! Maybe we'll get along better."

"Wrinkles are still pure poor maidens. If you get stuck in a less intact language, you may be sad, and you may accidentally have a strange stick of Klund."

The collector apologized quickly.

"Speaking of which, I haven't even moistened my throat since I woke up, and Klund will suffer. Even if I'm hungry."

"Uh, you don't have to stick around.... after all, please"

In the middle of the conversation, the belly bug snarled and stopped being strong.

Dorothea flickers her brow naughtily, then opens the door and makes the call.

After a while, the girl who had escaped earlier showed herself as she shrunk.

"Lynette, this is not a man who gets you. Look, this is Klund. I've talked a little bit about it, but it's not harmful to humans and animals, it should. Because of your greetings."

Lynette, like a puppy who looked weak, gently offered something on the basin as she gazed at the collector.

"Most of them didn't flip -"

"Hey."

Lynette lifts her hand and punches as the children tease each other. The little fairies rushed out into the hallway.

"Those kids are really naughty and troublesome"

"Uh, yeah. Children are better off healthy. Thank you for getting me ready."

When the collector thanked him, Lynette opened her eyes and hid her mouth, staring at Dorothea's face.

Dorothea shook her head faintly vertically as she soothed her eyes with the expression of the Mother of Mercy.

Lynette's re-prepared vegetable soup is well simmered with finely chopped potatoes, carrots and onions, and the smell of consomme appetites.

No, I wonder if the ingredients here are the same as on Earth, Ma, I don't care.

It was common for the collector to forgive himself, wondering whether such a thing might happen when it reached the realm of his understanding. To put it well, positively, or worse, thoughtless.

"Here you go, Achichi"

When you pour it on a beast like a starving beast, the unexpected heat overflows with juice. Dirt around the right arm of the collector with the juice of the soup.

"Oh, jerk off?

Lynette starts wiping diligently with the towel she had when she turns the adhesive part of the collector's jacket as usual. The enthusiasm has crept up on the chest of a collector who has never even been worthy of care by his family.

Yeah, kid, to the homma.

"Yes, that's it. What, yeah, eh!?

When Lynette realized what she had done to the first person she met, she rose bright red in her face and ran out of butterflies to excuse her.

"Damn it."

"Hey, Lynette, that's crazy."

Whoa, that would be too pure right now. The collector, when he returned to the meal again, slowly scraped the hot soup and put it all in his stomach with little time.

"It was good, Ochiso-san"

"Go to Lynette if you want to thank me. Okay, Klando. Take the day off, mister. Starting tomorrow, there are so many things I need you to do. The lives we've picked up, we have a right to life and death."

Dorothea, winking with her tongue nodding, kicks the kids out of the room who still want to play.

"Oh, no, we're gonna play more Klund."

"Katia, Lotte and Ulysha will see you tomorrow. He told me not to give up and use the tools."

"Oh, come on, I'm dealing with items."

"And, Cland,"

"What the fuck?"

"A woman's breasts are much more unnoticed. If you stare too hard, you're just embarrassed."

The collector sticks his lower lip out silently. I couldn't defend myself.

"I haven't seen it. I'm over-conscious."

"Right. Then the next time you turn a strange gaze, I'll string you to your precious parts and let the kids strap you to the full force."

"It's a lie, I was watching. Your breasts are too attractive, Dorothea."

"Honest and good"

Dorothea was satisfied, pressing a grin and closing the killing door as she held up her mouth.

When a group of typhoon-like elves leave, the collector teases the mistletoe even if he flips to bed.

I haven't had a bath in days.

I didn't care when I was lying down in Yamano, but my whole body itches.

The collector tried to determine exactly the last day he bathed as he broke his finger, but stopped to be too pointless.

Well, what do we do now?

I tried to think deeply about the outlook ahead, but my eyes drool because of my belly skin sticking out.

I closed my eyes when I wore the blanket to my head. When he snorted, the milky sweet smell spread through his nostrils and made him feel strange.

Suddenly I feel itchy on the back of my scrotum, sticking my fingers in and scratching.

His pubic hair snapped and clung to his fingers, so he put his arm out of the bed, breathing and flying. As I repeat, my penis naturally hardens.

One shot is missing.

Dorothea's steadily sticking out boobs and white muffins, plus Lynette's shy face twinkles the corner of her head.

But what about that? After being helped where he went and fell, and kindly embraced, he nudged me with his benefactor. Isn't it just too inhuman?

The collector wandered in the deep darkness and asked himself, dreaming for the first time in a long time at dawn.

The morning came and Dorothea found his undressed underwear and blanket, which made him want to embark on a journey of revisiting his previous life.

After breakfast, the collector was taking Dorothea out hunting into the mountains.

Hold the bamboo basket. Lynette follows it a little further away.

Together, they have remained silent since leaving the village.

Of course, the cause was the collector's fault.

You know, say something.

"Mm-hmm. That's right, um. How's the wound, Klander?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine"

"Right, yeah. Well, that's good."

An awkward atmosphere stands up to the three of us. Dorothea, who was so happy yesterday, could also be seen somewhat shy of distancing herself from the collector.

"Hey, you're saying it was bad. Because that's a natural phenomenon, a natural phenomenon! There's nothing nasty about it! Young men, they're all like that!

"I'm sorry. I haven't had much of a rash, either. Well, are all men like that?"

... but so tight.

and the elf-specific long ears dyed bright red to the tip, whispering and twinkling Dorothea's hindsight in his gaze, while the possessor could not stop the urge to throw himself into the valley asexually.

Moving around a slim ridge for a while, Dorothea suddenly lowered herself, and held a line with her finger on her mouth.

Is Lynette used to it or when she shrugs herself like a small animal, she crouches softly and without making a sound. The collector imitates and follows.

Dorothea's eyes softly narrow watching her prey.

The collector similarly stares ahead of her gaze.

But it just looks like the green trees are growing.

Dorothea leads an arrow to the bow in slow motion.

As the tension grew, I felt a strong itch even on my penis.

Hey, no, scratch it.

The Zao, an extreme beautiful-loving Japanese on an unfamiliar mountain trip, had an unusual desire to bathe.

But it's been nearly ten days without being filled.

Besides, there was sweat on the back of the golden balls from nervousness, which grew to an intolerable level of discomfort.

"Hey, what are you moping about? Don't you think the prey will escape?"

"No, hey, Tamma"

"Hmm? Here, where are you sticking your hands in! A man named you."

"Wah, idiot. Don't turn around suddenly!

Dorothea's connected arrow butt, looking back, almost stabs the treasurer's hips and puts the buttocks on.

"Dorothea, shh, shh"

Lynette puts her finger on her mouth and holds them still.

At the same time, the slopes across the trees moved unexpectedly.

"Oh, and whoa. If I let him get away with it, it's not your fault! Klund!"

Dorothea shouted and released an arrow, causing it to hit the moving prey.

The prey began to rush this way in a straight line, although he suffered an arrow wound to his body.

The red eyes of both eyes gleam, and the protective colored cork brown body reveals itself as it strikes down the branches. There is a big horn hanging over my forehead. Dorothea's aim was a rare, corner rabbit living in a mountain river around here.

"Um, Mr. Dorothea. That's a rabbit, right?"

"Well, here they come. Stay down."

"Something's so big! Proximity. That's crazy! That's about as good as a cow!? You're not the same creature I know, are you?

"Because the food in this mountain was good."

A corner rabbit about the size of a calf arrives at the collectors with a sound of ground.

"Lynette, please"

"Unexpected, unexpected. Damn it, I followed you because you're a pretty rabbit hunter. A fraud!"

The treasurer hugged Lynette to protect her as she drew her trembling.

Too much fear, the girl stretched her hands desperately and jumped into the chest of the treasurer.

It's like hitting a wagon car when you hit a bucket like that.

When Dorothea throws down the bow and arrow, he pulls out the long sword he lowers to his hips and becomes Jen-royal.

Concentrate your spirit on the jewels that are embedded in the pattern.

A corner rabbit approached during the call. No, the cherry crease moved slowly, and the chant of the spell began.

"Protect"

A pale green light wraps around Dorothea's entire body. At the same time her braided shoes kicked the ground and jumped up so that she could leap over the beast.

"Enhanced Magic (Strength)"

The arc-drawn long sword shines white.

Dorothea twisted herself and squirted blood as she gently twisted two corner rabbit giants from the front to tear the melted butter, jumping only her neck up into space with a knife to return.

Dorothea smiles mischievously in front of the vaulted collector.

Then he grabbed the big horn so lightly with one hand that a human could even hold it, and let him wrap a corner rabbit's neck around it.

"Eat this."

"Does Klund want to try something like this? He's not the same one."

"No, no, no. He said he wouldn't eat. Well, dude, this."

"Horns sell high. as medicine. Redeem money in the city and buy daily necessities. Naturally."

"No, I don't understand that naturally at all. Even so, it's very powerful."

"Monstrous? disrespectful to the pretty maiden"

Dorothea let him shake his head in such a way that he was even out of his heart at the words of the treasurer.

"Cute, could an elf be a slippery and monstrous species"

"So, no. And Lynette should probably get away. You pull so hard, you're gonna stretch Klander's clothes."

"Ah."

Lynette said to Dorothea's words, pointing out with laughter at

I nod with my hands on both my cheeks as I instantly blush my face.

"No, he said I don't care about clothes. Rather, it's not at the level where you can wear this worn out. Were you hurt?"

"Oh, yes."

Lynette's gaze intersects with that of a keeper whose back length is close to one hundred and eighty and which naturally takes the form of looking up.

The girl nodded again with her fists clenched all the while holding her mouth, shaking her neck left and right several times and suddenly rushing out.

"I'm home first."

"Yes! Hey."

Lynette's back keeps getting smaller and smaller at the tip of her hand as the collector stretched out to stop her.

"is, early. There was no hippo to call it off."

"Hmm, you're jealous. But, Klando. Don't get your hands on me."

"What the hell, it can't be. Still only a child."

"Children? What are you talking about? Lynette is twelve this year. You're not a child's body anymore, and it's not weird to go to your wife at all."

"Are you serious?"

End of the line with Dorothea's words. Unlike modern Japan, in this world where the average life expectancy of most common people is around forty years, it was not otherwise surprising to marry and have children in their early teens.

In an era where population numbers are reflected directly in national power, it was normal for a person's power to be all and that life could be crushed so easily.

"Actually, first of all, the village was full of mixed blood (half elves). Depending on your attitude, I was going to ask you to leave."

"Discrimination, or"

"Bye. I don't like them either and they're not born mixed (half-elf). It is not only the human race that lives in this Romless kingdom, but many sub-people live apart. In the days when the power of the king's capital was preserved, security was much better than it is now. Successive famines and soaring prices due to the blockade of streets. Every subhuman tribe is constantly intolerant of skirmishes and, in some cases, has invited military intervention under its sleeve, which it has given to senior government officials in the kingdom many times. That's what happened to those kids. There are no soldiers without women. Regardless of the knights who can afford to buy a hooker, they even have a late paycheck for the soldiers at the end. I would feel the itch of consoling my subhuman daughter to the cost of going. It's not sad."

Dorothea crouched the cut corner with her right hand, sitting at the root of the tree, laying down her long lashes.

When the collector silently joins his hands, he gazes in a direction inside. Gray gloomy clouds are beginning to drool over the mountains that draw the hemline for a long time.

This morning, the wiggly look on the faces of the children who had eaten together faded away.

"Wrinkles feel somewhat heterogeneous to you. If you're a normal person, half an elf would give you some kind of reaction. Speaking of which, I wanted to touch it. Touch it, hmm."

Don't worry about it.

"Touch it. Okay. I'll forgive you specially."

"Oh, my God."

"Mmm."

The zodiac dared to get in the air and reach out as he approached Dorothea, who gave him his head all the way.

"Oh, my ears."

"Mm-hmm. That's right."

The collector tastes Dorothea's long, thin ears with both hands.

"You're an elf, aren't you? Clearly, I don't know the difference."

"Half an elf has shorter ears. Ha-ha-ha."

Dorothea is shuddering into small pieces with her eyes closed as she occasionally leaks her chopped voice.

His throat moved badly and his breath gradually became rough.

"Hey, don't make a sexy voice out of me. You're inviting me."

"Well, he... haha, hmm"

Dorothea's eyes are moisturized with heat as melted. The collector stared at her and snorted as he took his hand off his ear because he was somewhat satisfied.

"Would you like more?"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey"

Dorothea hands on the sword. The collector even flew and hid in the shadow of the great tree as he took his distance.

"Just kidding. Don't be frightened."

"It's impotent. Still, just now, it's so cool."

"What, you don't even know spiritual magic? Speaking of which, most humans can't use it. And he's an unknown person."

"No, not that I don't."

"You don't know."

"No..."

Dorothea's face wanted to explain so I made her like it. Nannon.

In this world, witchcraft is broadly classified into two systems.

It is a sacred sorcery based on faith in God and a spiritual sorcery based on spiritual faith.

Although the fundamentals have not been elucidated, the conditions for activation of the capability shall be due to the propriety of the individual.

Due to the accumulated history of the Romless Church, there are a considerable number of users of sacred sorcery, mainly restorations and aids, but there were very few users of spiritual sorcery, which was often treasured in all respects in this world.

"I hear that very few things can use spiritual witchcraft, especially in the human race. Suitable and comparatively common for magic in general are the subhuman and us elves. Just because they're the most elves doesn't mean they can all be used unconditionally."

Dorothea is tremendous, arms around her throat and face. The chunky chest was accentuated and shivered.

"Did you just use spiritual witchcraft? It's not just that you gave it away."

Marika's magic was novel on the contrary because she was biased against the offensive system and did not show an auxiliary system that amplified the power of others.

"It's a suspicious one. All right, if that's it, call me. I thought I'd rub it gently."

Dorothea pushed her hands forward as she made an invitation with the hey chamon.

"Dude, this is me doing that to a pretty lady opponent.... but you've decided to do it! It's too late to regret it!

Hiya, let me tell you something.

I'll make you scream.

The collector assembled from the front to Dorothea as he took off his jacket while running his eyes bright red. He turns his hand around his feminine little shoulder and hips and bites his back teeth trying to push him down all at once.

"Whoa, whoa, what the hell? Oh"

A collector shouted at unintentional force.

A fine sweat gushed on my forehead.

Dorothea whistles, not making it as slight as the roots have grown.

The treasurer remembered the illusion of putting a softness in front of him.

Still, with full force, I tried to push him down, but Dorothea's body didn't make it slight.

"What, that hug? More passion. The kids are in a better mood."

"Wow."

Dorothea pinched the right ankle of the treasurer with a thin little finger and a little finger. Eighty kilos caught the body of an adult male.

"Strengthened Magic (Strength). Magic that enhances the basic performance of the flesh. Extremely, even a tiger can strangle him with his bare hands around his nose."

Dorothea fingers her body as she gently lowers the collector she was fishing for.

"What? I miss you, snooping around my lit body."

"Also, give me a strange translation. How does that happen in the course of this story? Anywhere, try poking a soft body. Uh, then you can take off your underwear. You're gonna live the rest of your life unused."

When the collector took the groin defensive posture, he quickly spread his hands to the left and right, and decided on the phoenix structure.

"No, it's not unused. Finally, you mean violence against a pretty woman. I can't do that."

Meanwhile, the collector reaches for his hands against Dorothea's white peachy, twitchy chest.

Munchkin, and as soon as I made it into an eagle, I remember the feeling of both fingers grabbing the rock.

"No way, let me in!?

"I'm not letting you in. All natural specifications. Not so, behold."

"Always watching, something"

"Who, about the breasts? Hey, too. Here."

"Hey, wait, stop -!

Dorothea turns her jacket to reveal her bright white belly and protrudes a slender, unplugged long sword. The impetuous blade tip makes a hard sound and is bounced. The sword was tucked away in its sheath as it glided, looking satisfactorily at the face of the treasurer, who turned bright blue in haste.

"This is the Protect. Defensive magic. Half-breed blades and blows won't scratch you. Well, I got my purpose prey, and I'm going home today."

"Oh, can we just have one?

"I'm worried about Lynette."

"Right."

"A corner rabbit is rare. It's not natural to find it over the mountains for days. It's Lucky Day in that regard. Even so, you're really weak. When I get back inside, I'll put on my straw. Happy."

"Is that gonna make magic available to me, too?

"Including that. Even so, it stinks properly."

"You shouldn't. There's no super money or water in this world."

"Money or water? If it's natural water, it's gushing in the nearby field from the inside. I'll show you later. Yikes."

"Whoa, wait, wait. I let him carry something in the middle of a conversation."

"What the hell do you think brought me here for? He said he wouldn't have food to work for."

"I wish I could carry it myself."

"Krund, magic is not as versatile as you think. I have endured the use for a long time. I'm tired."

"Oh, I see."

This, the power elf.

"What did you say?"

"Oh, there's nothing going on. Beautiful Elves."

Dorothea turns to me.

Two eyelashes stare at each other at the distance they touch each other.

The collector couldn't stand the silence and rubbed Dorothea's chest.

Dorothea kicked the treasurer's tibia silently.

The collectors silently gained distance toward the inside.

I can't even see the shadow of Lynette ahead of me. Dorothea said that foot toughness was extraordinary in the family. The collector, as he leaned forward, sweated at the weight of a corner rabbit he put on his back, and still never vomited a word like throwing it out.

Dorothea was also impressed by this, and told him of his intention to take turns several times, but did not give way to the collector as a stubborn man.

Occasionally, every time he stopped walking, Dorothea muddles the sweat that he conveys to the forehead of the zodiac worthy of reward, and the two work together to support him and move on.

In fact, travelling along sloping mountain paths with luggage close to dozens of kilometres is a pain even for people who are used to it.

Not to mention extrapolating in a collector who is a modern-day man with a little confidence in his health.

"Whew, I don't even know what frivolity means. Don't you have to rest?

"The children will be waiting."

"When they say that, no. Lynette will probably be there."

"Still, if it gets dark, it'll be the humans who get thinner"

Dorothea narrowed her eyes softly and let her shrug her shoulders with nothing more.

The muscles of the treasurer accumulate lactic acid in a matter of hours, and fatigue accumulates so much that even lifting the legs is a hundred million. Huh, people's voices went into their ears when it was bad for the slope galley field.

"Oh, my God."

Dorothea held her finger against her mouth with a disappointing hug as she hissed the collector to the grass with a bright blue face. My usual strong eyes lurk and shake my shoulders.

This guy's freaking out, he's not on the level of a bucket.

This frightening was not just every bit for the collector who was looking at the arrangements that slaughtered the rabbit in the earlier corner. The footsteps of about five men squeeze the way on the valley side.

The men are all big men poking clouds, each armed with a sword or spear from which to pluck.

Words were the rough ones, but you don't look like a bandit because you wear fairly neat leather protective equipment.

"Hey, I guess it's really around here. This is going to be a month, and I can't even find a shadow."

"I'm not playing this one either. If what you say is a lie."

"I'm not lying. It's just that Dorothea was good at magic, so she must be blind to the hiding place itself."

The men are stuffed and cursed by the most luxurious men, in a tone that irritates everyone.

What was guiding the road was a neat looking man confused with a woman, thought to be an elf tribe from long ears protruding from her smooth hair.

"Damn, why not? I'm in so much pain. That guy."

The twinkle of an elf man falls into his ear like throwing up and throwing up. I could see how hard Dorothea made herself.

"Oh, shit."

Even as the men disappeared completely, Dorothea lay her face down with her hands on the grass.

As the collector floats her hips, she makes sure to stick around and bury her face in her chest.

Then he slowly began to speak in a voice as hectic as a solitaire with a dark expression.