Dungeon+Harem+Master

In the darkness as painted with ink, a part glows red as if cut out flat.

When the collector took his eyes off the storage shed, he glanced at Lynette and Lucille.

He's wearing a black jacket he took from Sizka. It was just right for me to hide myself in the dark.

When he bypassed the field without setting footsteps and reached the mother house, he stood at the entrance to the room where the children would wake up.

From Lucille's gesture, it seems that the captured children are gathered here.

There were holes in the barely cared for slab walls, and the light inside leaked slightly.

I turned my ear to hear the sound inside.

When I thought I heard a man speaking loudly, I heard a tall scream.

Lucille jumps in through the entrance before Lynette stops.

"Oh, my God!

Anger runs. The man was lowering his blood knife. Someone is down.

Lynette covered her face and rang out.

The bloody girl doesn't move while lying low.

Lucille froze with her eyes wide open.

It came off the frightened chunks of the kids' rings and looked like a little worn out.

Behind the eyes of the treasurer is white and bright.

"You shouldn't because these kids are making too much noise!

He was a young man. I am blue as I was frightened by my own actions.

He fisted at the wall as he prodded away from the truncated elment trout. The children cry out as if it were on fire.

The collector poked one knee at Elment Laut's pillow with his expression off, groomed his messy hair and fixed his hem to do it.

The girl sat on her lap and held her again and again. When I buried my face in my hair, it smelled like milk, and I remembered many times when I was a mix. When I held my hand aside and lifted it high, I was shy at first, but smiled as cute as a flower. He looked like a puppy clutching at his feet and his cheeks loosened just watching. One day my father on a white horse told me his dream with a grumpy face when he picked him up.

"Mr. Klund."

I heard Lynette in the distance.

Everything faded in an instant.

Still, hold warm elment trout body tight.

It's all over.

Glorious days too. And tomorrow that should have happened.

The collector sat back and asked the man behind him.

"You're not guilty. You don't feel anything when you slaughter a child."

"I don't know there's no sin, but I'm pretty sure you didn't have any luck. In the first place, the biggest mistake is that these guys are half elves. Dirty. Mixed. It's destined to happen sooner or later. Whether we chop these guys up or not, we don't get complaints from anywhere. You can't turn a child into money while you're just starving to death!!

The collector exhaled loudly once as he lowered the girl, then laid his hands on the sword of his hips.

"Is that why?"

"What, what. You're gonna do it! More than ten of us are holding back!

"You're the only one now, aren't you?"

The man sounded an unspoken scream and pulled out his sword.

The collector rests his blade horizontally and intercepts him when he returns his wrist silently.

A man's sword was played along with a hard metal sound.

I turned my back and ran away like a man would swim.

The collector clenched his sword with both hands and protruded, implanting it deep into the man's back.

Leaking a low groan, the man lay down on the night dew stained earth sprinkled with black blood.

The light of the moon as it plunges from overhead illuminates the man's end. The headscarf I was wearing came off.

Longer than a human, slightly shorter than an elf, characteristic it belonged to a half-elf I've been familiar with this past month.

Black clouds flowing through the night sky covered the moon.

The collector sews and runs the acres of the field. Memories of the few days spent flow and disappear.

Various thoughts staggered through the back of his brain, eventually converging into purified anger.

The zodiac would be the first person in his life to be so angry.

I felt no guilt killing people, no fear of pain, nothing.

When I reached the storage shed, I stiffened my thoughtful fists and slapped them.

"Hey, it's too early to take turns."

A blade tip is deeply implanted in the throat of a man who accidentally looks at him.

There was raw, warm blood on my face.

A collector kicks through every door of a man's body who has died.

The interior caught sight of Dorothea stripped naked and Arold, an oak warrior with his long legs.

"Who the hell are you?!

Halfway down the underwear, Bernardo, who was burying his face in Dorothea's chest, looks back and screams.

Ten more.

The collector looked indoors and snapped.

In that unchallenged voice, the men rushed to find something to earn.

"I don't care who I am."

- I don't know what's going on, but I'm not gonna let one of you cross this night.

The collector jumped without a preliminary motion.

A black coat spread its wings like a bat.

"Oobaburu!!

The sword spun half a turn and broke the belly of the broken man deeply and diagonally.

The red blood that seemed like hot air slammed the floorboard.

The collector slammed Arold in the face as he stood on his knees as he lifted the lamp at his feet. The oil scattered and the upper body burned up all at once from Arold's face. Fall on your back with your anger protruding. He scratches his face with a thick finger specific to the subman in an attempt to extinguish the fire, but the oil splashed and burned.

Fire spread around the bottle and cup kicked down.

Anger flied and confusion became rampant.

The collector poked his sword vertically as he hung one foot on Arold's chest.

Wild screams deafen my ears.

Rotate the sword like a twist. I ate my organs together like a beast.

Arold turned himself around and was distressed. A finger scratching the universe grabs a full body. Without hesitation, he pulled out his sword, and his saving fingers were cut together and danced around.

Three men with swords naked surrounded them to push and wrap.

When the collector jumped in on the floor, he grabbed the bottle of liquor he was about to drink and threw it at the ceiling.

Crushed fragments pour down like rain. The men turned away.

"Bastard!"

"It's not dirty! Damn it!"

The men who were swinging their swords with their eyes closed slashed each other shallow, screaming and flying away.

"You idiot, there's only one opponent! Get him together!

At Bernardo's behest, the collaboration is restored to each movement.

"Whoa!"

"Come on. Yeah!

The men in front of you arrive. If you're surprised, you can't fight eight men at the same time. I jumped away from the men and took a distance.

The collector scattered the contents as he swung a stacked wheat bag around the corner. White claws cover my vision. He kicked the man's chest in front of him and crouched and squeezed the blade that jumped in.

The nudity of the woman who threw her arms out and leaned back entered her eyes. I held Dorothea in my arms. He seemed like a puppet with blurred consciousness or weakness.

I leapt out of the cabin with a gap.

One shadow after another pops out of the burning cabin.

Cheers and arousals wrapped around.

Running down the slope of the staircase, he ran towards the nearest creek.

Throw Dorothea into the acre of the field on the way. I can't fight with a woman in my arms.

I shouted with my sword high enough to draw the attention of the men.

The smell of water pokes my nose. The darkness is deep, but I understood it by the senses.

Jump into the long, wet grass.

It's a swarm of asparagus.

The mud wrapped around my ankle was cold.

I guess I made an impromptu pine light with the fire that was emitted, it flickers at the sight trail with a number of lights running in rows and moving quickly. Standing obliquely with his sword by the back of the reed, he waited for the approaching light.

Footsteps to draw the water approached. I got eyes on a man with a pine light on him.

The collector made a deep decision from the man's flank to his chest as he slid his sword tip diagonally upwards. The scream flowed. The light gathered when I noticed the sound of hitting the surface of the water.

The first man to catch up shook his sword up and jumped in. The collector did not meet, but turned away and confirmed the scaffolding.

I didn't spend it unnecessarily until today. I kept the terrain around the inside in my head from corner to corner for if.

Lure the enemy in, pretending to be chased.

A detour through the deepest part of the swamp prevented the three of them, who had gone straight to pack the distance in the shortest possible time, from getting into depth to their hips.

The collector waved his sword using a standing position that gathered depth about his ankle. A man with his wrist cut off sounded like a woman. A tree chop instead of pine lights, which was in my hand, made a noise and disappeared into the sea of mud. The man turns to flee. He protruded the sword in his reverse hand deep into the back of the inverted man. The blade deeply cleaved the skin and meat and foamed a bright red splash.

"The afterlife! I surrender! Let's not do this anymore!

Throw away the sword and slap the sword into the throat of the man who begs for his life. Red and black blood danced and wet the cheeks of the man groaning next door.

"Hiya, forgive me! Please. Ah!!

The collector jumped as he bounced the mud soaked to his ankle. He feathered his black coat like a reaper, waved his sword and slapped the man in the face in two. The red grenade-like cutting surface swayed and slowly sank into the mud.

When I tried to breathe, I felt a shock like I hung hot water from shoulder to back. Looking back, the sword of the man who broke the back of the collector was approaching his face straight.

I jumped into the mud. Pain blocks my breath.

The collector poked his hand to get up, but scratched the unresponsive soil and pulled it from his face to the mud.

A blade wind falls from the upper section like cracking firewood. The excited man waved his gains down the blind law but began to slap the mud over and over again.

The collector distracted himself as he swam through a sea of mud and stabbed the man's flank deeply with a one-handed shot. A desperate man began his cramps and brought himself to himself. Both blunt sounds broke my torso from the middle.

When the collector punches his tongue, he kicks the man's hips and sinks them into the mud. Then I picked up the sword the men were using out of the darkness and walked out.

My whole body muscles are screaming with fatigue and intense pain. Construct an image of a wound blocking in your head. When the crest of immortality shined pale on the chest of the treasurer, the blood clotted as it looked.

As he swam through Ashihara squeezing the remaining power, a man with a spear currently rushed over.

Reach is too different with swords and spears. The collector decided it would not be an immediate battle, avoiding shooting each other and rushing in the opposite direction.

The heartbeat creeps through my head and the surrounding sound disappears.

In the high echoes with Keane, the feeling of the world stationary dominated everything.

Keep your back turned and drive up the slopes of the hill. No more pain.

I've poked out a spear erected by a man in the rear.

A blow, broken his left shoulder, a blood tide broke out.

Two shots, stabbed in the flank. The pain deflated my vision.

A man's skill is considerable.

He regained the middle of the pattern and the tip of his ear roared as he protruded to stab the todome.

The collector set his sword on the upper stage with one hand as he turned directly in front of him. The general pain does not go away. I can't keep up with the frequency of my injuries.

Shift your torso. Add rotation to your hips.

I swirled my shoulder coat.

When the tip was wrapped in a piece of paper, Kera wrapped her coat around her neck perfectly.

I can put my full strength into a man trying to pull his spear back.

However, wet clothes with plenty of mud and water do not even tingle with exceptional adsorption.

The collector pulled his coat off his shoulder with his left hand after exerting force only for a moment. A man who lost his hand broke his balance and turned himself around with his coat wrapped around his spear.

The collector leaped himself from the top of the hill as he protruded his hands holding the sword. The white blade arcs horizontally. When the man fell with both knees slashed, he rolled down to the bottom of the hill.

The collector, halfway up the slope, pokes his hand and stands up.

Under my eyes, I could see a man moaning in big letters. Run as you roll down the hill.

The treasurer could sew every piece of earth as he slapped his sword into the chest of the man who lay on his back.

Pull out the sword and look over your head.

The black clouds were clear and the moonlight was dazzling.

"The feast seems to be over."

Bernardo rode himself out from the top of the hill so that he could be played by the voice of the collector.

The cheeky face was no longer pale. I look around restlessly as if waiting for something. From the far grass, a man's body popped out.

"Gomez! Why don't you just do it! What's the matter!

The man called Gomez doesn't even pickle with his back shown on the sidelines. As the collector gazed into the light of the bright moon, a small figure slowly revealed itself by Gomez.

A song knife held by the shadow of a black knife reflects white light and shines. I could tell that the tip of the polished blade was dyed red, even at a fairly remote distance. It is Sizka.

When she rolled Gomez with a song knife, the Dead Minister was revealed. A bow and arrow fall away from the stiff man's arm. I could hear Bernardo's throat breathing in all the time.

"You helped me."

When Sizka turned her back silently, she put her fingers to heaven and then shook it down.

You mean you owed me back.

When she held the grasp, she let the treasurer see. The contents of the bag popped up as he rolled down the pebbly ground. It is the neck of Danio the Oak. She handled her injuries without fail. I was flabbergasted by its cruelty.

Sizka's back is swallowed by darkness. Seeing the melting lonely shadow, the possessor realized for sure that he could no longer be in this.

"How come you're so clean? You belong to those elves!

"You don't understand."

Leaning with the sword in place.

Bernardo shrugged in fright as he breathed.

"Why not, motherfucker? It should have been an easy job. Why, like, why, like, oh!

Bernardo ran down the slope, sobbing and screaming.

The collector waved his sword horizontally with a slash as he opened his body to his half.

Silver wires staggered violently.

"This, no way"

Deeply severed from his flank, Bernardo sat on the spot poking both knees as he watched his bowels slip out with the blood tide. My eyes will flip and my white eyes will be exposed. When the cold air at night made a noise and blew away, Bernardo threw his arms out onto the earth, as incited, to despair.

The collector slowly returned to the direction of the mansion when he took charge of the sword that remained out of his possession.

Wait, where are you going?

Dorothea's upset voice.

The collector stood up silently as he packed his luggage.

"Thank you so much for your help."

"Wait a minute. No. Again, you're kidding. The strawberries have done well. I wonder if you think I might have been molested. So..."

Tears seep into Dorothea's eyes. It was boring, but sad.

The collector's eyes captured the woman's appearance. Lynette and Lucille stand flat beside her. Nothing is real. They no longer denied looking directly at the world. It is possible to remain inside this, but it will only bring in further misfortune.

A presence called Sizka. And the mastermind pointing at it.

As long as there is an assassin named her, the possessor will continue to be targeted. Even if I miraculously defeated that awesome arm, that didn't seem like the end of it.

That is, it has the potential for someone to get hurt.

There was no courage or confidence in the current collector to protect the children alone.

That's not acceptable to the collectors.

Facing my weakness was hard and sad.

"That's not true. Besides, I'm not a virgin cook. What's so lame about it?"

"Bye! Look, the chaser's nowhere else, and, uh, we'd all be happy to have you. Yes, and wobbly."

"I'll make up my mind that I didn't hear the last one."

It's a shame. The self-derision spilled.

"I haven't even mourned Elle yet."

"I don't care if you think I'm flirtatious."

"But, but"

Dorothea looked for a reason to pull it off like she had returned a child. The collector turns his back gently. There was a silent rejection there.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait."

The collector silently points behind Dorothea. There was a look at the children leaning in loneliness as they shrugged themselves into the night breeze. Dorothea, looking back, sat down on the spot like she had lost her power, tearing silently at the moon with her face raised and resentment. He's biting off a whimper. Tears flowing down his white cheeks were shizuku and swallowed up by the darkness.

"Where does it itch, Mr. Klund?"

Lynette asks in a faint voice.

When the collector shook his head silently, he looked up to the black clouds flowing through the sky.

Interpretation, there is no place for a man who is not a man of this world, but who is always after his life.

Crushed in my heart. You're so sweet. Hey, collector. You have to keep your word no matter what.

Whether I resented that princess or wanted to go back to Japan.

In the first place, no one knows if we can make it past today. If there's a way to protect dozens of lives, at least you shouldn't be here.

Reminds me of the shadow of a cold-blooded assassin.

This world is crazy in Japan where even girls as high school girls are tailored to assassins.

At least, Japanese ethics and common sense don't work.

To keep the crisis away, the only way I could think of so far was to leave.

Stay and fight. It would be one of the options. With Dorothea's power, that's possible. But I don't think it's all gonna end where I shot one of those assassins.

Now, the weight of the shoulder load is still light.

If you're going to throw it away, it's the only way.

Even if I didn't have to die, I'd already seen a lot of kids get hurt.

No, it's not. That's a lie. In short, you're only running away because you're weak.

I couldn't even admit such an easy thing. I was all out of love for myself.

"Lucille!"

Dorothea's voice. The girl rushed over to the collector with her white face stiff. I hugged Lynette so she could block it. Lucille eventually waves her hands and begins to roar. It was as sad as a beast going after its parents.

"I can't do this anymore. Mr. Klund is distant."

"Ugh."

"If not, no more. Don't bother me."

When the collector returned his heel, he lowered his sword to his waist and grabbed a Zuta bag with his luggage.

Walk out for the road.

Lucille ran straight behind the vaulter as she shook Lynette's hand off, shaking her white throat. The little eyes are wide open and the little red underneath is diligently awkward.

The back of the treasurer drifts away. As Lucille stomped her legs wide apart, she stuck her hands out to grasp the void as she tried to pull back the loneliness.

"Ku... Ran, du... Huh!

"No, Lucille did."

Lynette gazed at the back of the girl, who uttered words flashly as she fluttered away.

"Kura,... Eundu! Kurado!!

"Talked. Lucille said the words."

Dorothea's crease moved heavily.

Lynette followed by walking over to Lucille. A group of children also remained silent and continued later.

"Lucille."

As Dorothea peered into Lucille's face, the girl was forced to laugh as she wet her face in tears into Gushagusha. My eyes were moisturized, glittering and glowing gold in the light of the moon. The lonely mouth was shaking quietly distorted.

"I need to be embarrassed. Otherwise, it's pretty good."

Dorothea hugged her little body waving in tears. The circle of children surrounding her becomes smaller and smaller.

A pale silver light illuminated them forever.

Flowing clouds flow rapidly like diseased horses.

To get down the mountain, the Zao man goes down the road early. Ugh, there was no sign of a creature in the woods, and everything in the world felt dead.

A blue and white moonlight illuminates the way down at your feet. From time to time, the wind across the perimeter was so lonely. Shortly after descending, the possessor put his feet together on a cliff road cut like a screen.

"I'm asking you to stop following people around."

"You noticed that?"

An unreliable good man appeared from behind. He's Dorothea's ex-fiancé, an elf man named Ralph who pulled in the chase of a slave trader.

"What was your relationship with Dorothea? Well, if you're going to get out of there, it's none of my business."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm sorry I killed all the mercenaries at the Joshua Chamber of Commerce like that! Even the advances I received are running out, Holla. Hehe, you know what I mean."

Ralph laughs in his inferior face. When the righteous looking man did so, he looked more humbled than a crowd.

"Dorothea was in good shape. What, he said he was a virgin, and it's funny that he hasn't seen a man in a long time.... If they were alone, they wouldn't be using him so much, and I think they can still enjoy it. No, I'm not. If you're leaving, I'll be in trouble instead. You won't have trouble eating as long as you're there, and look, she's so vulnerable to pushing. If I cry and ask, I won't even throw it out. [M] Oh, you know what this guy is? You've never seen it, but it's a real pearl necklace. No, I was actually going to give it to another woman, but I thought I had to give this guy and ask him if he was in a good mood. He'll be delighted. He's never given me anything before."

When Ralph arranged the decorative words for a good translation, he even let them put up white and beautiful pearl necklaces that seemed important.

How optimistic, or insane? Ralph forgets that he gave Dorothea the exact same thing before.

No, that doesn't matter to this guy in the first place either. For Ralph, a woman is nothing more or less than a seed of rice.

Previously, the necklace that Dorothea showed the collector because he was untrained was an imitation, even in the eyes of the amateur.

She would have understood, too.

It's not a question of whether it's real or not. I needed something shaped.

Even with such memories, I am now about to step on the feelings of a woman who couldn't help but be there again.

It was definitely not something I could forgive.

Struggles abound.

Ralph, realizing how the collector was, frightened himself as if frightened.

"Wait a minute, please. What the hell are you doing? If you leave, she'll be alone. I have to stay by your side. She needs me."

Laughing mesmerizingly, he distorted his blue-white face and blushed violently.

You are mistaken. Dorothea is not such a weak woman.

As the collector sheathed his sword without even showing his hand to pull it out, he swung it down with all his might from the direct front of Ralph.

A silver wire ran vertically from Ralph's face to his chest. The bloodshed danced sharply into the dark night.

The necklace I had on my hands was broken and the white beads scattered.

It looked like a teardrop stained with sadness dancing in the blue and white moonlight.

"Hey, why?"

Ralph's knees dance hard back and forth.

When the collector restated his sword, he penetrated deeply into his chest. The cuttoe eats his back and sticks his face out into the void. Kick your hips and pull out your sword. With the Terminator, Ralph's body was swallowed up by the roaring river beneath the cliff.

Diagonal to the tip, he swung his blood and returned his sword to the sheath, returning to the path. On a mountain valley breeze that blows to his back, the collector speeds up his footsteps.

The backs of the recalcitrant walkers also eventually sank into the deep darkness of the moonlight.