Dungeon+Harem+Master

I can't blame Helen. She has stood up to support her family since her husband, Alfred, began to lie on her back.

But it's not like the peasants don't even make sense. In a healthy woman's body, sleeping alone would probably have lasted.

Even when there is a beloved husband, and he is a child, he is someone else. It is something that is handled immediately with convenient reasoning, such as whenever the skin is constantly aligned, the gold grain is convenient, and sweet love is whispered.

He trembles into a disloyal relationship as he wields an absolution mark for his husband and son.

The villagers have also noticed. It's a mixture of contempt and jealousy.

As a result, it was imperative that the discrimination that could be inflicted on Dominic, a mixed race, continue strong and long.

For the collector, there is room for sympathy when it comes to Alfred being a dumb sleeping man, but will he be able to do something about it by telling the truth? Handing over all the road banks that just had won't be a fundamental solution.

Besides, it's probably unlikely Alfred will recover dramatically.

I'm not an expert, so I'm not sure, but there's probably quite a bit of poison all over my body from an infection from a contaminated wound. It was deadly in this world where neither antibiotics nor prominent surgical procedures could be desired.

A loose death is imminent in the family.

It was inevitable.

Although it is not known to what extent knowledge of contraception is generally widespread in this era, Helen's conduct advanced and embraced Federico's children.

My husband is a corpse, no more than he should rely on.

The only thing in her head would be a terribly realistic future. We need asylum to raise Dominic, a mixed child. Neither Federico, the famous one, nor Helen would be able to throw that away if she conceived her child. I was nauseated by my own thoughts leaving too much to others. Deep sympathy doesn't mean you can do anything about it.

"You mustn't make a mistake, collector. There's nothing you can do."

Strong, mocked himself.

When I pounded my tongue hard, I kicked my foot stone hard. And the void sounded.

On the way home from the mansion, Alfred swung at me.

The collector, as he moved his legs as he was invited, eventually reached a small high hill where he could see the suspension bridge, the exit of the village.

"Once upon a time, when Non had just arrived in this village with me, he used to look at the bridge from here."

The sun sinks upside down, contrasting with the burning cedary sky.

The soaring distant peaks are sumptuous, and we can't even tell each other's faces from each other. A suspension bridge underneath the eyes, which supports the main body from both sides of the shore, sank into the darkness as it glimpsed.

"Non was somewhat distracted by this sad view. I took my reluctant wife and watched the sunset."

Alfred frowned as he shook his dull golden tenderness.

"If you don't feel well, you shouldn't have to."

"No, I'm fine. Even so, a proud knight. I meant to."

Alfred took a long sword from the waist to the white sheath and put it up in the residual light with both hands.

Beautiful decoration and made of platinum it was divine as well.

Alfred's expression. I didn't know anymore.

"I know how much my wife loves Murajiudo. But I do believe in Non. No, you can only believe it. My wife, Helen, is a fine, beautiful daughter. Therefore, the prodigal son of Non was about to lay bare his hand. Non is a good old man, and I didn't even think I would seriously think of a daughter that age away. If you notice, you'll crash around the mansion and fall into the city. I couldn't even get back to the tribe where I was born, and I just had to get to Helen's tedious edge. The phrase is, with this body, I can hardly even support my wife. Lord Klund, it's embarrassing, but when I spotted them by the river for a moment, I decided not to see them. But the side of Lord Klund, who was holding the lady to protect her, was out of his mind. If you'd noticed, you'd be in charge of both of them. I wonder where such power was left in this body. People think they're busy because they can't even feed their wives, but maybe they want to think that everyone can help someone. That said, the first time I noticed, I made sure that the girl was safe. During the three days that girl noticed, if she had a fever, the Lord wiped her body like my child and gave it by mouth if she seemed unable to drink the medicinal water. Somehow, I remember the old days, I miss them, and I'm sad. I never thought I'd be this old. Why, in front of Lord Klund, I can't take care of myself. It's strange. No, I'm sorry I told you so many stories."

Alfred groaned low, shaking his shoulders. He thinly realizes what his wife is doing, even though he himself says he believes it.

I suffer the gap between myself, who can't live all day without letting my wife do the whore thing, and myself, who was wrapped in the glory of the past.

Until then when it comes to arrogant suffering, the more confident I was, the less I can look to fallen realities.

And that was a matter that could hardly be done for the collectors.

Not even a caretaker's wife, not in the village. Sooner or later, I guess all I could think of was a collector leaving here. It was in the chest of a man who was too lonely.

It was tedious to only be able to hear so much absurd stupidity.

The collector stood just beside him to envelop Alfred's grief.

Then, nearly two months later, the collector lived in the care of Sizka in the storage shed.

He carried a meal instead of a sizka that he couldn't move, purging his body like he did every day, and he became a talker so that sometimes he didn't have to get bored. At first, he was a sizka who kept his mouth shut like a shellfish, but as he devotes himself every day, he began to answer as much as a bump.

Sizka, most of the time, did not try to speak from herself. For the most part, the collector spoke unilaterally and Sizka listened to it. She had set a silent line on most topics, but only when the collector talked about the Japanese school system, she showed interest when she did.

In particular, he was stunned at the length of the elementary, middle, high, and university system, which totaled 16 years in six, three, three, and four years. When the college student told me that the college student, it was impressive that he had opened the cleaver's eyes and put his hands on his mouth.

"Are you a scholar?"

"No, I'm a regular student."

In this world, there is no school system. Aristocrats and large merchants sometimes put on personal tutors to learn certain knowledge and letters, but in unexpected ways, such as bringing together a certain number of people in one classroom to give lectures.

"Still, what have you been learning for twelve years?"

"That would be a lot. Mandarin, Mathematics, Physics, Science, Geography, History, Ethics, English, and much more"

"Oh, my God, isn't that imperialism? Even royalty does not acquire so much knowledge across so many varieties. Hmm, no way, you're making fun of me again! Yeah, you can't even read the letters in the first place!

"Uh, letters, letters are the letters of this country."

The collector previously remembered that Dominic could not read Romles at all when he was asked to bring a picture book to read. Then Sizka scolded the illiterate after he had looked down upon the treasurer.

"The words speak strangely, but for some reason, I can't read the letters."

By contract by summons, the collector was able to have a conversation for communication of will, but could not read it until the letter. The literacy rate in this world was less than or equal to ten percent, and it was normal for ordinary people not to be able to read or write letters.

Helen, who was a former knight Alfred or a samurai, could read the letters, and Dominic could if it was an easy one.

In this world it was called sacred letters, and consisted of twenty-six, equal in number to the alphabet, in the form of combining them to make words, but the possessor had almost refused to master them.

Patterns such as blemishes that looked terribly similar to Arabic characters often made me nauseous every time I saw them.

"Even Sizka won't be able to read the letters of any other country. I can write letters in my own country. Sora."

“Shimenzo."

Let me write my name on the sand I laid on the box, sayingly. Sizka frowned suspiciously as she narrowed her eyes and read the letter.

"Something like a symbol. Heh, heh. Anyway, I guess I just wrote the pattern appropriately, thinking I wouldn't even know."

"Does it look like a pattern? It is said that the first kanji was made from the footprint of a bird. How about this?"

“I, Sizka, am a whore pig."

"... something like an obvious mix of letters in different shapes"

"Japanese is composed of three letters: kanji, hiragana, and katakana. Hiragana Forty-Eight, Katakana Forty-Six, and Kanji are"

"What about Kanji?

"Kanji is said to have more than a hundred thousand words, horribly. It would be an excellent category if you could write 2,000 words and read 10,000. By the way, I'm confident in reading kanji."

"Ugh, liar! It can't be words that combine such vast numbers of letters to make!

"Unfortunately, it's possible, this is it."

"What is the meaning of this sentence?

"Sizka is my sweet, pretty daughter-in-law."

The girl dyed her cheeks and nodded, showing shame. It was an extreme, natural scene.

And Sizka's ankles healed on nine minutes.

The horse doctor, who had come to see the course to the cabin, recommended getting used to it gradually, pushed his heartbeat away with a whispered voice.

Even if the hitting plate that had fixed the broken bone came off, it did not immediately return to its previous legs. My muscles are falling off because I haven't moved them for a long time. Rehabilitation was needed to regain the original motor function.

The collector handed Sizka handmade footwear with handmade crutches and bottom resembling even snow waste.

"This is"

"After I broke my leg. I thought you'd rather have something with an even bottom. Here, put your foot down."

"Mmm."

Sizka honestly offers her legs as she sits on the sleeping table.

The collector replaced the green viscous ointment when he took the ankle bandage. The medicine in it was dried and fried with the herb Dominic had picked. I don't know what the pharmacoactive ingredients are, but this private therapy acted on the surface.

"Coloured," he said. I may still touch the wound, but I have to practice walking gradually. "

"Mmm."

Sizka walked out with an irresistible foothold when she took the crutch she was given with a special winning face. Strengthen your arms and move forward step by step. Unexpectedly out of balance, it shook wide left and right like a pendulum.

"Danger."

"Ah."

The collector held his body from behind as he rushed over and nearly fell to the front.

"You almost had a hair."

"Shh, I'm sorry. Something I did."

The girl's back I hugged was small enough to fit perfectly in both hands. Moist, shiny dark hair ripples in front of me. The nose tip of the collector was slightly blurred with a sweet, fruity aroma. Mixed with a woman's body odor, it deluded reason with a seductive smell.

"Sizka, are you wearing perfume?"

"A little incense. Oh, well, would that have been offensive?"

There is an uneasy color in Sizka's eyes that only turned her face. I was struck out by a mixed gaze of anticipation, even in my fright, and I did everything I could to catch the urge to push me down on the spot.

"No, it's sooo good. You look like a fruit and refreshing. I like it."

"I like it!? Yes, no, you were talking about incense, yeah. Well, I like this, too. Ha ha."

"And let's just keep rehabbing. It's a beautiful day outside."

"Right! Well, I'm not sure about Ri Biri, but let's go outside anyway. Yeah."

The two walked around outdoors to restore motor function when they were forced to wipe out some unstoppable air. The basics were supported by the collector when Sizka manipulated two crutches with both hands and was about to fall.

Summer was near in the season, and the sky was so blue that there was water overhead or it was about to fall. Dark greenery rises in the surrounding mountains and a sense of 3D emerges that is likely to loom into the present. At the end of the blue, a bright white entrance cloud stood large.

The villagers encouraged the wild, and there was no shadow but two walking on the farm road.

Occasionally, when you find an affordable shade on the side of the road, you find yourself in the surrounding landscape with your feet together. A cool breeze blew at random, and Sizka's beautiful dark hair flowed beside her. On the side of the girl who narrowed her slit eyes satisfactorily, there was no longer insurance when I first met her.

Occasionally, the collector felt like he was strolling through the despicable countryside of Japan with his lovers.

But it's possible, isn't it?

Crush in the middle of the day. It doesn't change that she's after the life of a collector.

"Nice breeze, Klando"

"Oh."

We try to avoid acknowledging decisive facts about each other. In the first place, the truce with Sizka was the separation until the injury healed. Besides, I still haven't been able to get any information from her about the one thing behind the scenes.

When the collector walked two or three steps, Sizka took his feet together.

"You had a teahouse ahead of you. Let's get some rest."

I saw a grisless smile like I was free from everything. The zodiac cursed himself just a little, breathless at the same time.

It was Sizka who noticed the anomaly first.

At the end of a teahouse with only one case in the village, several men were hissing.

Badly resembled men armed with leather armor, spears and swords, who clearly drew a line with the farmers who were residents, were arguing with one knight-style man in front of the store about five people.

"Oh, I was at the famous man's place. I'd rather not."

"Young aristocrats are not from around here. Oh, my God, your wife is so obsessed, she's so bored.

"That's a lot of color, Ma'am."

"Hmm. You know, I don't know why you're feeding the villains, but it's funny to drink in a shop with one of those women."

"It's easy to dimension even one of your fancy ladies who happened to want to pass by. Damn, I hope it's a disaster."

"Besides, you know how those men feel. Take a look, when it comes to that wife's butt and chest sticking out. I don't care if you get nauseous."

"Well, give me thirty years of age, I'm a lot older and I feel like I want to keep up with you."

"Stand out and stand out in a country like this. Bad luck."

"Ooh, look! Jeff, we finally pulled the knife out!

When the collectors eavesdropped on the farmer's story, apparently the aristocrats and their wives who stopped at the teahouse on their journey were obsessed with the villains.

At first, he was a forty year old nobleman who was trying to calm down, but somehow he cursed his wife in dirty language. Yet he was accidentally raised by a man whose skirt was around his crotch, as far as he could tell.

"Oh, come on, are you serious?

"He..."

Until then, the look on Sizka's face, which I didn't make slight, turned into something unexpectedly dangerous.

Until now, a beast man with a large body appeared at the end of the house, hiding in a teahouse. Blood-running eyes, such as the fierce itself, glow with a glittering hunger for blood on a rusty brown tendency.

It was characteristic of a subhuman with a lion's head and human body, the Lions Without a Deception (Lios).

"A disrespectful man asked me to give him my wife? Such a thing should be acceptable!

"So. I'm not eating anything else. It's just that if a woman like a dead tree stays in this shop, and a young and beautiful woman gives her a chance, she's asking you to taste like this delicious booze in the middle of nowhere."

"Estelle, behind me."

The nobleman told the woman behind him with his sword in place.

About thirty noble ladies, called Estelle by the nobles, hid behind their husbands' backs, whitening their complexions like paper.

Estelle wasn't young when she was old, but she was so full of mature colour that the rogues wanted to attack her.

Bright tea hair is lightly wavy and cut together mid-back.

Looking at it, it felt tight, but it was a thick, thick crease, but really sensual. It really creates an atmosphere that invites a man to be abusive. Neither the high chest nor the slightly too big glutes were of the category that captured the men's beast appetite and wouldn't let go.

"Hmm. Estelle. That's a good name."

"disrespectful, only my husband can call my name, beastly!

"Ah?"

Until then, the atmosphere of the lion tribe (lios) man who was making fun of him sparingly changed.

"No, no, no."

"Towards the Admiral, it's forbidden."

All the villains around him blued and frightened out.

The Lion Man.

He gave his surroundings the illusion that his body had grown around one person.

"Uh annoying. Something's upsetting me."

The Lions (Lios) man saw the men under his command flickering while bluffing both wrists.

"Admiral, I never bothered the Admiral's hand."

"Such a rotten knight, just us."

"Who said knighthood?

Two men danced with their swords, as they had been played by the words of the nobles.

"Ugh. Yeah!

"You keep your mouth shut and leave the woman!!

When the nobleman restarted his sabel while remaining calm, he shouted horizontally at the man coming straight at him. The silver wire quickly swept away.

One was broken in the throat with his sword shaken, and the other raised his distressed voice by throwing a sword at him when his knee was severed.

"Ho."

The Lions (Lios) man gave an admirable twinkle when he raised a single eyebrow.

"This chestmeal is a little something from a young age to a sword. I still can't beat youngsters like you."

The nobleman, who named himself Chestmere, has probably learned his rightful sword since his youth and has built up his workouts. The speed and arms of the sword line were so beautiful that it was easy for anyone to understand.

The men who quickly slaughtered and killed both of their companions began to be openly frightened.

There were no distinguished arms, and could only count on numbers, and the next time I thought it was my turn to challenge this amazing aristocrat, there would be so much tremor that I couldn't just stand there.

"Shit. Don't odd me. Well, nobles. Shall we deal with this Gilly immediately next time? You guys! Bring me something!

When the Lions (Lios) men yelled at me, the men rushed into the back of the teahouse and thought, "I brought a big axe to swing." Can't you lift it without a threesome, that big axe was something so big that no one had ever seen it? Is the pattern made of red oak or was it glowing red and black and demonic with years of dirt? The characteristic blade part was long enough to cover the torso on the front of the body as it were if you lay down.

"I remember, he's bloody Gilly."

Sizka, who was silent, accidentally snapped.

"What, the famous one"

The collector nodded ahead with his gaze on the sudden slashing that was happening today.

"He was a named bandit in the Wang capital. Indeed, it is a monster that has driven back by itself nearly thirty gendarmes who came to crusade. I haven't heard his name lately, but I didn't know he was lurking in here."

"You're lying, man."

The collector shouted reflexively at so much absurdity. But Sizka did not take it, pointing softly beyond the hedge with her index finger against her mouth.

Gilly began to roar and swirl with both hands to handle twigs the battle axe, which weighed nearly a hundred kilos. Farmers watching the battle fell back and sat down at the unusual wind-cut noise of the blast.

"Go away, nobleman. You look blue. Are you all right?"

Originally the muscle strength of the beast man is far above that of man.

They were obvious from the power of treating a giant battle axe like a child's toy.

A sweat flowed from Chestmeal's forehead and passed it on to his moustache on his mouth.

The tide between the two is extreme.

It was Chestmere who set me up first. He unleashed a special thrust while in a low position as he placed the sabel on the basic street with his right hand. The cutting-edge flashes.

"Ke!"

Gilly quickly jumped back to see if she sensed she had been targeted reflexively, switching the battle axe she was turning like a windmill in one hand and striking it down directly from the front.

A light metal sound echoes in the sky.

Chestmere moves his gaze on his right arm as he sticks to the spot while in a poking position.

"Oh, oh."

There he left a piece of skin and his right arm, chopped off, was drooling with a sabel.

One beat, put it down and the blood broke.

"You!"

Gilly soared the roar of victory as she watched Chestmere sit back screaming.

"Admiral, why did you kill me?"

"What, if I killed my husband lightly, it wouldn't be funny, wow"

Gilly grinned with a nibble as she jawed at Chestmere, who crawled through the ground in stuffiness, and Esther, who looked pale by her side.

"Ha ha. Sasu, Admiral. You know how to taste it."

"Praise you, praise you. Now, bring the woman. Naturally, so is my husband."

Gilly's men force the crying men and women to stand and take them indoors. The side of your lady. There was a color of despair brushed over there that had given up everything. The collector tried and failed to drink the bitter things that crept up.

I don't know, Sizka pulls back on the collector she was about to embark on.

Sizka's voice was darker in color of pity than anger.

"What are you doing? You didn't listen to me."

"But"

"It won't matter what happens to that couple or anything. Damn it, Klando. That's how you always want to stick your neck in all the extras. You can't live as long as you're stupid and helpful and popular. Look, come on!

You guessed the battle was won, and the farmers in the village who were watching each other kill start scattering with no one.

Interpretation, the misfortune of the nobility of the journey and the viciousness of the subhuman Gilly were also permanently for them.

Rather, these occasional disturbances were just spectacles, events that cleared up the worries of life if they were not involved in themselves. Even killing was only a spectacle for peasants who would only be stuck in the cultivation of their villages their whole lives.

"Hey, man there. Wait."

Gilly's voice was unwittingly hung. The collector could not ignore it, and when he approached him inadvertently, he stood before the Subman. Sizka also nestles beside it using crutches she is unfamiliar with.

"You saw what I did earlier, and you said you didn't like it."

"No."

"Who's been answering me! Ahhh!?

Gilly punched the treasurer's cheek with a fist full of force. When the body of the large collector blew up beside him, he was beaten to the puddle he had on the tip of the teahouse and sounded magnificent.

"You."

From that voice, there was no more feminine sweetness.

The expression disappeared from Sizka's face.

"Oh?"

The collector ran out and folded his body in two and bowed his head as Gilly stood up before realizing her killing spirit.

"Oh, my God, this is you."

"Yes."

"Are you a kakaka? You're in a lot of mood, aren't you? All right, I like it. This Gilly will take care of you from today on. Leave the woman alone."

"Please, that's all."

"That's all you want me to forgive? Yeah. Something very convenient. What I like about this is that it's all mine. You don't even know that."

It was unscrupulous. Naturally, you can't offer Sizka to these kedamonos. When the collector completely switched off his emotions, he kept his head silently bowed. After a while, one of the men pushed the couple back into the teahouse room and crawled his inferior gaze toward Sizka.

"Admiral, I definitely prefer this daughter to my wife earlier. Come on. Look, this volume. Nobody suspects a noble princess."

"Wait, okay. How about this? Hey, you. I don't get a little slammed. So, if I can just stand there and beat you ten times, you can give me a break about this one. You must be very generous, human."

"Yes."

"Klund!"

A sad cry popped out of Sizka's mouth.

The power of the beast man is not comparable to that of man. Especially if it was a bloody Gilly, this man had slaughtered dozens with a fist blow. Even an earlier blow could kill you.

Doing that ten times was literally nothing more than pronouncing the death penalty.

Die, Klund.

In Sizka came emotions I had never felt before.

At the same time, Gilly in front of me was overflowing with a willingness to kill that I had never felt before.

But I can't do anything about it right now. Too much remorse, my head seemed to work out.

The collector gently reached out to Sizka to stop him.

I have Immortality Red, the crest of immortality. I'm not used to the pain, but I couldn't stand being able to hurt Sizka in front of me.

"That's a lot, one!

Electric light ran in the head of the collector. If I noticed, how many teeth in my mouth were broken.

It is like this in just one blow. The men's niggling nasty grin surrounds them.

"Fujitsu!

Second shot. The tip of my nose broke. Looks like they poked some burnt chopsticks. Blood coming back from the nasal cavity blocks the throat.

"Mii-tsu!

Soon the next bullet will be struck down. For a moment, my vision broke. But both legs are still treading on the earth. My knee started laughing. With naturally flowing tears, my cheeks were hot.

"Yikes!!

I lost my strength at the tip of my jaw. I don't feel any pain anymore.

Naturally, I looked for Sizka.

Not yet, I won't fall. You can't fall.

That was all the collectors kept conscious. To be honest, I was licking the beast man's arm strength. In the first place, withstanding their private sentences doesn't necessarily mean they keep their promises.

I'm doing something stupid.

The collector remembered that Sizka was after his life in the first place, which made him laughable.

Many times, a giant fist blow, like electric light, chases hard without pruning consciousness.

Every time a thunderbolt strikes sharply in my head, I lose myself.

All that remained at the last moment was my will and my perseverance as a man, who decided never to bend.

"Even so, Admiral. That man has endured a long time."

The man talked to Gilly, naked and dewy.

"Hmm? Oh, I thought you had ten shots in my fist."

Inside the dim teahouse, Estelle, his wife, had fallen naked. Have you exhausted all the atrocities, your eyes set your perspective on the ceiling in vain, and don't let it be slight.

I didn't kill Chestmere in one thought because I came up with a taste in the fight for having fun twitching and blaming Estelle, my wife, in front of my husband.

But reality chestmeal caught my breath as soon as my arm bled too hard.

My taste is ruined.

"What's not funny is this nobleman. It's a big cave."

"Heh. You've used it more than you seem."

"That whore's from around there was still the best"

"Hehe, like that. Especially the Admiral's spear."

Estelle couldn't stand the pressure of being humiliated in front of her husband and was instantly broken. The body was quite fleshy and there, but if you let yourself lose yourself easily like this, it's no different than a doll.

I don't need a doll or anything. Gilly was tired of normal pleasure.

As she leaned back, she saw a woman rolling like a broken doll, and Gilly began to get caught in a fierce sense of nothingness.

"Tech was bad for nobility alone, and I'm bored..."

Gilly had turned the smoke on with a carefree look when she lit the flue, and had begun to put a calculator on her search for the next hunting ground.