Dungeon+Harem+Master

Sizka de Charpanthier is the family of the historic Romeless royal family.

The knights of the Charpanthier family, in particular, excelled in martial arts from generation to generation and were one of the most prestigious aristocrats with the qualifications of the founding four ministers who left behind numerous martial arts medals in the service of the first Romless King.

But the temperament of that boneless clan, or making a compromise with other houses, was poor, and the warrior and one-sided clan gradually became isolated among the meritorious.

Since the founding of the country, a long time after that gateway to history, it began with a key position, and the household wealth leaned, not to mention just before the decline.

The heavy ministers to rely on had moved from the next to the next to another house, and when she was fifteen, she could not afford to take on and repair her minimal physique as a nobleman, and her youngest sons and daughters could only hire a minimal number.

Parents die early in poverty, and their seven-year-old brother is barely allowed to serve, but he was born weak and often falls asleep.

Sizka had already given up her dowry from the moment she got her mind on it. Because of the economic condition that even the servant could not be hired by Locke, he did everything from cooking to cooking about the house. Few ministers were faithful even in such a house of extreme poverty. The maid of crooked hips taught Sizka a hundred chores, and she absorbed them so that the cotton sucked in the water.

Also, ironically, she was gifted in martial arts. She learned all about martial arts from the knight of the house slayer, but never liked it.

Sizka had a beautiful appearance and a material waist worthy of a lady, but it was clearly unnecessary. There were no various household writings, no noblemen to forcibly marry her avoidable from every other house, and she gave up half her life saying she had no choice but to keep taking care of her brother while he was old.

In the meantime, my brother's medical condition deteriorated rapidly. You can't lose the only boy to keep your family name. In the first place, because of chronic financial difficulties, the royal family would like to abolish many nobles and enjoy their territory. The early life of the man was an excellent opportunity to enjoy the territory.

There is no way for Sizka, a woman, to inherit her inheritance, but no matter what she thinks, the diminution is unlikely to be avoided. My brother's illness was getting worse and worse, and the high cost of medication was nothing I could do.

There's only one thing to sell anymore, this body.

Sizka visited the familiar aristocratic house known for its golden mansions, with its selden makeup and pale expression. To turn one's flesh into gold, of course. The well-colored aristocrat made a tongue-initial nod, but realised that, on closer thought, there was a lot of harm. If you hold Sizka, you may be connected and have to be treated as a concubine. The Charpanthiers are half decayed, and in order to rebuild them, they must tilt their possessions. I decided that my income and expenses would not fold, and I tried to drive her back, but there was also a glimmer of emotion in him. Her skill, I'm listening. He had one political enemy, and the man was in the way to take up one of the top positions. The nobleman, with a dark grin, whispered in his ear as he approached Sizka, who sat on the sleeping table dressed like a flower. The devil's temptation.

Since that day, Sizka continued to wave her sword.

With just a few gold coins, I buy medicinal water and connect my brother's lifeblood.

Every time I waved my sword orbitlessly, I felt my temples wither away.

Humiliation as a woman or as a person?

Even if you keep giving up countless people's lives and know your expression disappears from your face, you can't get off the spiral of killing each other. My brother's illness didn't go away, and I was wondering if I was keeping water on the sand.

As usual, you get a request through an intermediary man.

Whoever it is, I don't care. Take the money. Wave your sword and kill it. This is all I have in my life. And it won't change from now on.

She met the man when she was tired of the task of killing him.

She didn't know Sizka's life was about to change dramatically now.

Heading south from the Wang capital, over Waterwalk, Clear Bay, Policanio, Swordmont, Orange Point and the six cities, you can see the Double Dragon Mountains where the Dorotheas lived.

Southwest of Purple Bay at the foot of Double Dragon Mountain, Romless Fifth Avenue stretches straight out and at the end is Silver Villago, which boasts a Romless Third Prosperity.

Also known as the City of Adventurers.

The influx of the population is tremendous, closest to the Labyrinth of the Abyss (Last Erución), said to be the largest of the Romles. In addition, the money dropped by adventurers, their unions, logisticians, tourists, etc., is also different digits.

"That way, Oi"

The Zao walks down the street, gazing half-eyed at the sun that went up to Jomtien.

This season of disappearing cold is quite easy to spend and Nojuku was no longer as painful as it used to be.

I don't have a cash income. How could he have spent until today, mostly about a burglar?

The Romless Fifth Avenue leading up to Silver Villago is on a strenuous street, with few people around it. The lack of a home means that police powers do not extend, security is very poor and travellers must all defend themselves. Wealthy merchants and travel-accustomed civilians travel in teams of dozens. Although the stone streets laid in the past by the Royal Army were ancient, they were remarkably easy to use. Not so dangerous during the day with traffic, but still the bandits were bouncing off with little to no relation.

That's what the collector was after. Once the battle began, it broke in with gaps, sometimes hurting but taking or taking supplies. He had come to this world and waved his sword many times, but had come to think that he had this way of life besides. In the first place, he was an ordinary college student, but he wasn't good at acting on time or making determined moves. In this world, there is no inconvenience in getting up when you want to, eating when you want to, and sleeping when you want to, even though at least you live next to each other in a saggy death. And I don't criticize that around me otherwise. This, the tide was great. He had this air. In modern society, if a good adult sleeps on a bench in front of the station for days without even working, he is definitely called in. The zodiac saw a lot of humans, in the lodging towns along the streets, freed from everything that could be described as a free people as aforementioned, but the inhabitants tolerated it all. And, in other words, it was part of the landscape.

"Oh, that old man? He's been with me since I was young."

Asking the people of the city about the floating free people only returns this kind of reply. In the first place, they don't care more about other people who don't affect them than they care about the back of their shoes.

Sometimes, in the alley and elsewhere, I saw a body fall that seemed to have been a child. All that mattered, the collector, who had a tail left as a Japanese, told the people around him, but his reaction was one thing.

Later, when it turned out that people in the area only felt as much as wild dogs were dead about it, their brains shook at its yurliness. Most of all, when children living in the area drowned in the river and died, the whole city made a fuss. The facial acquaintance, it seems, is different again.

If you think about it, I'm killing a lot of people, too.

Well, to live. Is this gonna suck, too?

I try to think deeply about the meaning of life, but I stop because it's going to cause self-contradiction.

In the end, I want the one I need to be alive, and whoever doesn't like it smashes me to death.

Isn't that good enough?

Drawing the appropriate conclusion, the collector concluded that his path was in Silver Villago and made it a guide to life for now. In this world, it is all self-inflicted.

Recall the crap and remember Dorothea's tits, while deceiving her thirst was also the limit. Off the road over the stone wall beside the street and slowly travel through the woods. The smell of water is close.

The collector, when he rushes over to the creek, does not hesitate to stick his face in and drink up the water like a starving dog. It was an act of suicide in the modern world. Close your eyes as you dip into the river to your head. Did the animal feel work, the neck suddenly tickles and the ball bag contracts.

"Whoa, what the fuck!?

The treasurer looks to the Lord of Killer as he leaps from shore to the gorge.

There was a sizzling appearance of a river-style brunette stretched out to her waist.

"You've already caught up. Now, how many times?"

The collector sighs in front of the silent girl with his sword in place. After breaking up in the elves, she came under attack many times. I do have a killer temper.

But as the day went on, I quickly found that her sword was getting duller and duller.

You mean you have uneven moods, I don't feel anything like enthusiasm.

Run away, they catch up, and when they catch up, they run away. That repeat.

"Hey, what's up with you lately? Are you not feeling well?"

The killing spirit when we first met was certainly full of hegemony about killing ourselves clearly. That's why I should have left the inside in tears. What, but I'm not convinced.

"I don't want to be killed, either."

At the same time I sighed, Sizka's sword shook horizontally so fast that I hadn't had it for the last few days.

The collector jumps into the creek and barely scratches.

A heavy splash hit Sizka's brunette hard.

"Whoa. Don't be so motivated all of a sudden! Nothing, I didn't ask for it!

……

"Oh, don't clog up silently. Is it silent?"

When Sizka rounded herself, she burst in with suppleness resembling a cat beast.

His shoulders were severely cut off from his left chest, and bright red blood danced into the sun.

Severe pain caused a slight spark in front of me.

I get the pain that I'm going to kneel in, and when I jump back, I pull out my sword. Sizka eyes. My emotions were completely dead. Travel to the middle of the river with your money.

At the same time, I think of images of wounds being stitched together.

The immortal crest of the treasurer's chest glowed blue and white.

Many times, I was able to grasp my abilities while using them. If you have a shallow wound, you can almost instantly manipulate and heal the image.

But it's the same as the foot brake, and if I use it a lot in a short time, I'll find out.

I mean, it's going to be really bad.

Experience shows that the wound heals over time, but it doesn't make the pain go away. As for organ injuries, only the mouth is blocked and the contents feel gradually healed later. I don't know how much the wound will heal. Also, I didn't even want to try.

"You're serious, damn it."

The collector scratches and moves the water. A few meters to the opposite shore, but gradually I noticed the flow was fast. Sizka gradually packs the distance with her expression off. I had a cold sweat on my spine and an unusual pain in my flowing tongue.

As I looked across at the other person's face, I felt myself in a different illusion.

That's because Sizka's appearance looked too Japanese. Just looking at his face, he seems to be in the Idol Group unit, but the sharpness of his eyes and the severity of his mouth were isolated from them. Unexpectedly, I wondered if Sizka's body had popped forward and disappeared into the water. When he stares, he is sticking his hands out to the surface of the water.

"Ha ha. I'm in deep."

The collector laughed and flipped to take advantage of this good opportunity to escape. After some distance, I realize things are not right.

"Maybe you can't swim"

Sizka occasionally shows her face on the water as she is flushed, and she is frozen. He had also already let go of the song knife, just moving his hands obsessively with a distressed look on his face. The eyes that are about to cry and the gaze meet. The collector tried to force him to drink the sprouts that crept up on his chest, but it didn't work and he pounded his tongue heavily.

"Damn. If I collect it, I'll break it into two hands and two legs and turn it into a hole doll."

When Sizka managed to grab the rock in the middle of the flow, she blushed greatly. Then I saw the treasurer approaching me and frowned.

"Wait, never let go of my hand"

When the collector threw his sword, he cut off the water and swam away. Getting closer to the fact that there is a distance between them. Sizka holds one hand away from the rock when she takes the dagger out of her chest.

"Bakka! What are you doing, you can't swim!

The moment Sizka threw the dagger, it completely disappeared from her sight. It was swallowed by the stream. The collector, breathing heavily, dives into the water. Takiguchi is approaching.

The two were drunk by a waterfall kettle as they leaped into turbulence.

I feel like I was dreaming at a young age.

Sizka narrowed her eyes to the warm hand feel as her consciousness awoke to peel her thin skin.

It's a big mess. I'm gonna tangle my fingers in it. It seems to be attached to something, and the place is restful without interruption. Naturally, something hot flowed through my eyes. My big hand is stroking my forehead.

Nose, cheeks. I felt like I was back to being a little kid, but it wasn't bad with the guidance. The membrane on his whole body peels off as he repeated his shallow awakening several times. When I opened my eyes, there was the face of that man I was used to seeing.

"You are."

"You're not gonna get up and out of here."

Sizka felt a severe pain in both legs, trying to wake herself up. I do my hands on my hips with spinal reflexes, but there was no song knife there that I was used to using. Reaching out to his legs, he wrapped around a pair of shrubs.

"Unfortunately, you've put them both together."

The impatience of being hipster and confusion stopped my thinking for a few seconds.

"Even so, I have a pretty cute voice. I've never heard your voice before."

Shallow, black and long face. The brow was as thick as charcoal and somewhere unbalanced.

The inert beard covers the entire face. The eyes were shining as strong as a curious beast.

Clando Simon.

Sizka was the target of an assassination ordered by the royal family.

Other than the supplementary matter of being a brave man summoned by the princess, there is no information. In the first place, the target had no inconvenience whatsoever for Sizka if she even knew her face.

I'll try to get up again, but I don't feel both ankles. A lowly groaning shizka was turned to a gaze that the collector seemed concerned about. Look around. It was like a place she didn't know.

"Hmm? Here. No, an old man named Alfred helped me and you fall down. He was kind enough to give me a place to rest. I hear this place was originally a horse cabin, so give me a break. And we're supposed to be husband and wife because it's troublesome not to get stuck in the irony, so Yorosiku Mecha Doc!

When she was told and looked around, a badly dim but used slab wall caught my eye. Still, you took into account the injured, there was a brand new straw laying on the bunk and it was too much if you were just falling asleep.

"So, how did you keep me alive"

"Whoa, whoa. If you're going to kill him in the first place, you're not going to help him."

Suspicious. Sizka was bewildered before a man who grinned slightly.

"You're out of your mind. I've been after your life for a long time. It doesn't change now."

"Sort of. I'm about to counter-emit myself to my sweetness, so blame me there. And I'm not going to help you in return for anything."

A bitter laugh leaked as the collector noticed his eyes gazing at the swelling of his chest. I was going to dump the woman, by the way. Sizka remembered once trying to sell herself to nobility from herself, only a little nostalgic.

"... body"

Stick around. The collector stiffened as the pigeon looked like a machine gun swept away with a bean cannon.

Both silent. Peeled his lower lip like a monkey, and the keeper went.

"You're over-conscious."

Sizka felt her face get hot in bright red and turned away reflexively.

"Oops, it turned red. Bright red. Sizzka, it's cute, Sizzka."

The collector strikes his hand and stops. Sizka lay down her disgraceful face.

"How long are you going to keep people company?"

Sizka clenched and bit her teeth and flipped her hands together behind her head.

"What? What? defiance period."

"Whatever you want."

"Seriously?

The collector slowly covers himself.

I shake my eyes closed and grab the needle I planted in my hair. When you approach, if you stab a bonsai with this, no man will ever get away with it. I've buried targets with this hand more than once. Any man becomes defenseless when he tries to hold a woman. I don't have any problems with my experience so far. Sizka was familiar with the fact that her appearance invites her opponent's tenderness.

"And even if they say so,"

"... Huh!

He grabbed the right wrist he shook up and dropped the needle to too much strength.

Did they spot you?

I was spoken out in a moody tone as to whether I had a naturally stuffed face.

"Hey, why don't we just make this a temporary truce? I've got a lot to ask you."

"Did you think I'd talk Bella Bella"

"No, I think we've been having quite a conversation since earlier."

……

"Don't be obstinate. You're an awesome woman. I can't help it, I'll give you a concession. All right, let's call it an exchange condition. I'll take care of you until you recover some strength. Instead, you can give me as much information as you can about the opponent who set me up."

I laughed in my stomach as I saw the face of a man speaking in a relaxed tone. Apparently, this man is extremely popular. In the first place, I don't know my client's identity. I can't go after this man now that I've broken both legs, but if you will stay by my side on purpose, should I say wish or fulfill it? While this man spends time by his side, he'll make a gap.

I've got information that's not possible and a user-friendly man.

"No, poultry or livestock."

Besides taking care of myself, it gives me even more life. Such devotion would not even be the friendship of the men and women we loved.

"Okay, let's swallow that barter."

"Really? Are you sure you don't want to attack me anymore?"

"Oh, my family name and proud vow"

When Sizka swore in a serious tone, the collector smiled.

I have no doubt about it, it was a really sunny smile.

My chest hurts a little.

I have to slash the man in front of me, get the money, and bring the medicine back for my brother, who is lying at home.

There's no point in swearing.

There is no pride in an assassin.

"Have you woken up yet?"

As if waiting for the story of Sizka and the treasurer to break off, he made sure to creep through the door of the cabin, and a large body appeared.

It was Alfred, a subordinate of the Lion Clan (Lios), with a beautiful golden tendency on the lion's head. The back length is close to two meters and the forged chest plate is thick enough to keep an eye out.

I had an extra presence to make up for it, although the lack of energy at any rate may be due to the tendency to be ill.

"I won't bother to say anything so painful."

The sartorial keeper bows his head. From what I normally do, I thought I would behave with more dignity, but the way I bent my hips was inside the hall.

"I don't know if it's painful. They come. This is the cabin of Nong's house. Damn, Lord Klund is a strange man."

Alfred distracted himself from eagle frying when he laughed in his squeamish voice. The hips had long swords lowered and the sheath was decorated with elaborate silver. The waist is sophisticated, combining elegance in the prestige. The clothes I was wearing were made of fabrics that were fairly old but expensive.

It was also a hundred million robberies to be suspicious with an extra mouth than he had told them he was a couple.

Sizka, when she greeted Alfred, tried to get up to behave as an obedient wife, but was stopped immediately.

A man named Alfred seems to be quite a feminist. As I was trying to hide on the back of the collector and clear my ears for interaction, I had a gaze with a child staring at me from behind the lion.

From the ears specific to the subhuman and the tendencies that characterize the Lions (Lios), it was known that they were mixed.

When I was a year, would it be ten or so? We observe ourselves with big, creeping, well-moving eyes. I found a new toy. I'm just curious.

The boy was a grain of Alfred and named Dominic.

"Hey, sister. Did you break your leg? Does it hurt?"

The boy shines his brown eyes innocently and sticks his toes fixed with a plate. It resonates to the wound without hesitation or blame because the child is unharmed. With a smile on his face, he managed to calm down.

(This, fucking kid)

Sizka stroked Dominic in her head.

"Here, Dominic. Would be disrespectful to the wife of Lord Klund."

Alfred's face is sloppy and loose, albeit with his mouth. Looks like a big cat who sniffed a matter-off. How cute my son is, he honks his throat as he makes a noise on his nose. Clearly creepy.

"No, Master Alfred. I don't mind. Boys and other things are slippery and cheerful. Looking forward to getting ahead of you."

It was in the corner of his sight that the collector was coagulating with a stunned look as Sizka gave a moderate voice with the exterior surface fixed. Naturally, ignore it.

"Oh well. Hey, I don't care if they call me a parent idiot, but Dominic doesn't look like Nan and he looks familiar. Often, he said he didn't grow as big as what he called a prodigy, but I was worried and worried that my child would have that mouth too. Still, on the count of six, my body is going to be big, and I'm going to have trouble getting my clothes chipped right away."

Sizka puts her hand on her mouth and decides to follow her laugh with a cheeky cheek.

"Nevertheless, it is painful that the tranquil place is only such a cabin, but if you like, please take your time for as many months as you can until it heals. Now, even though I fell into the city, this Alfred, who served the Duke's house, when I was younger, kept enough food from ten people at all times. Don't worry about crushing it."

"Bye, brother. Sis, play with me later."

Dominic leaves with regret as he is drawn.

The two of them were left in the cabin and the silence returned.

Sizka elbows her flank silently. The collector shook his head violently like a dog in water when he blinked with a face like he had woken from a dream.

"What, that ladylike tone? Have you possessed even your noble spirits?"

He is a historical nobleman. But I didn't mean to tell this man that, so I went through a silent line.

"Ma'am, not really. So, that old man Alfred's gonna take care of us for a while. In the meantime, you can expect a raised meal, if you take it easy for a while. Well, it's not an Imperial Hotel suite, but it's not bad."

If only you weren't here.

Sizka turned away when she snapped in her heart and fell into the sleeping straw. Go on, I felt it stick to my back perfectly. The nose of a rough man sniffing around the nod echoed loudly.

All the gains are hidden. Sizka was confident in martial arts, but would probably lose with simple arm strength when struck together. It's boring to be strangled for pissing me off badly. Poking his sigh, he flipped his face and the silly side was running his eyes blood in front of him.

"I thought you weren't interested"

"That's not true. JUTTEAM, Trebbiaan"

"Hey, here. Wait, stop poking your mouth out like an octopus!

The face of the man stretching out in exasperation was so intelligible that he was exasperated.

Sizka fixed her messy chest while lying on her back as she slammed her knife into the throat buddha of a collector poking out her chills. While the men have not had several pressing experiences in continuing their assassination operations, most nobles weigh face-to-face and have not been the first to seek it so straightforward. Sizka calmed down so that she could not understand that she was upset when she gripped her hard pulsating chest. Second, he realizes the collector is silent and raises his face. He had a scary, serious look, and a glimpse of it.

"Why?"

No, I don't know why.

Rather, it would be more unusual to think that a woman would accept it at this time.

As Sizka turned her gaze, it caught her eye that the treasurer's groin was unnaturally uplifting. Hide your face with your forehead, nagging at you. My mouth swelled naturally.

Really, a creature called a man...

I thought about it for a while and eventually came to one conclusion. I don't know, the sigh leaks.

"Come on, if you just sigh, you're gonna get away with it."

It's your fault.

"Badly, I can't wait to be attacked and conceived. Well, I'll calm you down. Let it out."

"Uh, let me out. Could it be..."

"I'll do it with my mouth. So, be patient."

Sizka didn't know why she did that to herself until later.