Dungeon+Harem+Master

Sizka's face was the first thing that appeared in the eyes of the treasurer.

The look that was stained with fear changed gently as the ice melted.

"How could you do such a stupid thing?"

Looking up at the ceiling, it was inside the usual cabin. If you look at Sizka, it doesn't look particularly bad. Sigh of relief leaked naturally.

"Well, Sizka was safe. Good."

The girl covered her face with both hands when she distorted her face like she was hurt. Temperatures are high during the day, but extremely cold at night. When the zodiac rose from his bedroom, he moved his body next to Sizka, who sat down on the shaver and nagged.

"What's safe? I almost died."

Isn't that what you're here for?

The words of the treasurer. That was a big premise in the two of us. Sizka, for a moment, yelled at him as Kyoton so that he could not understand the meaning of the word, and then fix it.

"Ha. If you don't do it with my hands, you won't get paid."

"Oh well. Hey, Sizka. I have one suggestion for you."

"What?"

"Come with me."

"Won't you come, where?"

"When I leave this village, I head to Silver Villago. They say there's a great labyrinth. Don't bother with assassinations, let's go on an adventure with me. There must be treasures and strange creatures in the back of the labyrinth that I've never seen before. What do you say, isn't it exciting? You two take the tent, you explore together, you sleep together in the same tent, you take the rice pot and the iron plate, and you cook all sorts of dishes. Talk crap while you're drinking, watch the bonfire. It's Fever till morning. If we get the treasure, let's make a mansion. What do you say, there's so much fun rolling in front of you. You have to pick it up. You're lying. Don't you tend to enjoy life!!

"Oh, that 'd be fun if I could."

Sizka delightfully narrowed her eyes, then gently closed them.

Long lashes trembled under the faint lights of the candlestick.

"But I can't go. I am."

"Oh, yeah."

What a silent time flows without. A summer bug sounded faintly.

"Why did you do that? You are."

"Whatever they say. Well, that's it. Let's just say we're a couple. It's only natural for a husband to cover his wife."

"Oh, I knew it"

"I knew it, what the hell"

"You're an idiot."

"Oops."

Sizka snapped with her face down.

The washing of hair drips and hides the face. I can't confirm your expression. As I touched my earlobes without holding between them, I heard something looking at this one. But for her, her voice is too small to tell. Nature, I listened back.

"What?

"Just keep your eyes peeled. Don't open it until I'm okay."

"Uh, yes, yes. All right, all right."

When the collector flicked over to the bedroom with his eyes closed, he heard a rubbing sound of clothes as he shrugged.

No way, no, but. Whatever it takes, there's such a convenient story.

"That's good. Turn around."

While I was on tour, it was all done.

I was ready, and I opened my eyes.

Black, rich hair waving in a hint of light.

Nicely shaped, small breasts are shaped. The light cherry blossom colored nipples were seen to be firm. The thin, long legs were so luxurious that they were likely to break lightly when held in.

The lower secrets are covered with pale bushes.

It had been handled politely and her calculus had appeared.

Extremely, the whiteness of the skin.

The skin chimes glowing like hardening fresh snow were so beautiful that I didn't think they were the same person.

Speaking of one-point features, I saw a little black child on the slightly lower side of my right breast.

For the first time in his life, Sizka de Charpanthier exposed herself to nudity of the opposite sex.

"Why don't you say something?"

Sizka's face stains red with shame. I guess the tension is coming to its limit, my shoulders were shaking in small pieces.

"Oh, right. It's moonlight, but it's so beautiful."

"Oh, thank you"

Sizka sat down when she put her hands together in front of her chest. Muggle, and a firm valley arises between breasts dressed like being squashed.

"Klando, I'll just stay ahead of one thing. Don't get me wrong, this is pity."

"Pity?"

"Oh, it's no different that I kill you. That's prescriptive. But you've done so well over the past two months. So, I was going to reward you for something. In the meantime, there is also a good telling that when a woman goes to the afterlife without knowing it, she will be the rabb of a rebirth. Well, don't think so."

"Oh, my God, that" got a bitter smile by accident.

"Anyway! Don't stick around and take it. You don't want me."

Peek anxiously into the eyes of the zodiac. It was painfully understandable that she was squeezing the utmost courage.

It's the truth that she wants my life, but let's put that aside now.

Gently, turn your hands around the girl's shoulder.

The loosening of Sizka's eyes increased in intensity.

"I want it. I've always wanted to do this."

"Ah."

When the collector held Sizka, he gently superimposed the crease.

Comb your hair with your hands so that you feel a little nervous. The tremor came to an end.

"After all, you're cute, Sizka is"

"Krando."

Now Sizka herself has turned her hands. The two embraced each other like nature to do so, this time with passion, lips together.

In the beginning, the unexpected movement of the tongue gradually becomes passionate.

As they slid their tongues into each other's mouths, they tried to lick each other and intertwined each other, exchanging saliva. The collector put his finger through her long, beautiful brunette as she embraced Sizka. Like a stream of clean rivers, the five fingers sink cold and softly. The sweet smell and the heat of burning skin like fire dominated the back of the brain.

No longer was there pre-construction or rationality, but only one piece of meat existed.

"Klund, like, like"

Sizka, let's go.

The two merged into one with a full body of spirits, and eventually, it became everything.

The collector kept his eyes closed as he leaned back against the bedroom.

It still has a unique sense of weakness after mating. Sizka gently stroked the scar with her fingertips as she nodded her face to the chest of the collector.

"It still hurts."

"No, I don't care"

"You're going to heal really soon. But there's more."

Sizka softly crawled her tongue on the scars left over from healing as she raised her hair as it fell down. A gentle tickle runs up my spine. Combining her dark hair slowly with her right hand, she narrowed her eyes and clung. That's how long we would have held each other, and how Sizka's mouth has been to this day spilled out in fragments.

She must be a nobleman to the royal family.

I have a brother who is always sick and needs a lot of money to treat him.

And that I have lived as an assassin until now.

To be honest, that it would be in a pretty noble capacity to crave the life of a collector.

"Klund, I can't leave you without my brother. Until today, I've lived only to keep my family name alive. That's why I've killed countless lives with these hands. I don't know, I guess it's unworthy of wanting a human kind of mix."

When the collector opened his eyes silently, he let his gaze wander into the void.

There is nothing to be said. Interpretation, it doesn't feel the same as modern people. I could not imagine the grid of human feelings in this era honoring my family name.

Heavy. Endless.

Once Sizka's legs have completely healed, he can no longer rely on the fact that they are handy. If you do, you'll have to interact with this girl every day.

"At least until nightfall, you can lie. Let me be husband and wife."

With lies and understanding.

As the collector drew Sizka's body, he held her tight.

Much stronger than ever.

The smell of night dew in the morning woke the collector up. By the bedside, Sizka slept deep as she lay low. It's not sneaky to force me to wake you up, and I didn't know what face to say goodbye to in the first place.

Perhaps the next time you see him, you'll meet him with a blade in your hand. It was terrible, vain.

The collector switched the footwear to a solid leather half ankle boot and dropped a long sword on his hips, carrying a Zuta bag, and he was ready.

Originally, I have very little belongings. Finally, as I walked out thinking about what to do to get out first to Alfred, who took care of me, I heard a blanket rub from my bedroom.

"Wow."

At the same time as I looked back, a cloth cut was thrown from my head. When I picked it up, there was an ink stained coat in my eyes that I thought had been sewn by hand.

"I just fell asleep every day and was free. Besides, if you wear it, it's easy for me to find it."

Turning his face to the bedroom, Sizka was dressed with his face lying down on the pillow. Long dark hair is disturbed. I turned away when I saw the girl's body sift small.

When the collector dared to wear his ink-dyed coat silently, he jumped out the door perfectly in front.

The night was not yet dawn, and the surrounding mountains were blurry as ink paintings in the dark morning mist.

In the fresh air, walk out towards the suspension bridge, the only exit of the village.

The early morning peasants were not yet at work either, and no signs of people could be felt in the old countryside. Only the lonely shadow of the builder moves through the narrow farm road.

Along the way, he plugged into a teahouse where he and Gilly from the Lions (Lios) fought yesterday. On the other side of the well, there was a newly buried earthwork, and about a child of stone was built by the tomb marker. Gently, kneel down, put your hands together, and walk out again. Two of the soil will be sloppy, and the other two will be aristocratic couples. I have no choice but to repent. If you go far, you will surely be able to forget yourself.

Ahead, I speeded up my footsteps in prayer that the Sizkas would not face them.

Walk in a constant rhythm towards the suspension bridge. Eventually, standing on a small, tall hill overlooking the bridge, several men were in sight near the entrance.

"No, even if they say it's suddenly closed to traffic. We're always going through here to the other side of the club."

"Ugh! Anyway, no traffic here from today on. Or something. You swallowed people's teeth against the Gillies! Look, turning against Elmer this disease means exposing him to bloodstained Gilly! It's okay!

"Gilly was yesterday."

"Right! Gilly, even the noblemen who learned the sword treat you like a child!

You can't lose your life!

The young little man, who named himself Elmer, gave Nitanita a mean grin as he ran away from the two farmers, flirting his little knife.

As the farmers climbed the hill early, eating the bubbles and taking charge of the farm tools, they spoke to the standing collector.

"Traveler, there's a nasty rogue blocking the bridge. There's nothing wrong with that. I don't think you should go through with it."

The forty year old farmer threw up regrettably, distorting his face full of tanned black wrinkles.

"Is there no other way out of the village than this bridge?"

"If you mean, there is a cliff that can descend only one point from the bridge to the other off the village. From there, if you climb the river upstream at once, you can go to the other side of the mountain. There's an old bridge hanging from it, but it'll take a whole day."

"If I did that, I wouldn't be at work."

"Hmm."

The relatively young farmer snorted, and when he consulted the famous man, he breathed and went back to the village.

"Well, you're in trouble," he said.

If a bandit named Gilly says he's blocking the entrance to and exit from the village, he must be planning something not to do anyway.

Even if the collectors don't force the elimination, if the villagers rush into nearby lords, the asshole bandits will disappear early. No matter what, there's no way dozens of little villains can beat an army of fully armed knights.

I wondered how long I had conceived, and the night was dawn, and the sky was spreading with blue skies where the water Shizuku fell.

The collector, a missing story in between, once he thought of going back to the village and carried the Zuta bag back, he began to turn back the way he had come.

For a while, as I went down the farm road, I sandwiched with several farmers. Everyone was no longer out in the wild and this situation was unusual even though it was during the hours they worked for the people.

On the way, I run into a young farmer who has eaten bubbles and runs directly from the front. Compared to the big collector, the little man pounded his ass cake, bouncing like a spring jerk and talking while spitting his eyes black and white.

"Oh, you're a beggar couple in Helen's cabin."

"Beggars."

Compared to the rightful people, the collectors, who kept eating on foot for no reason, could not help but be seen as such. As he was wearing his head with a bitter smile, the little man grabbed onto the chest of the collector and waved one hand.

"You and your storeroom are on fire! What are you relaxing about?

"What!?

"Besides, they're rambling around with unfamiliar men wielding swords. A sub named Alfred was slaughtered!

The collector ran out like he had been bounced when he thrust the little man.

While deciding somewhere in these days that it must be some mistake, all the footsteps are stuck in the universe. When we arrived in the small, high central part of the village, where Alfred's dwelling was overlooked, there was a house burning red beyond his eyes.

The villagers are hissing around the cabin.

Alfred's mother house was burning bright red and blowing a faint fire powder. Has the storage shed been similarly burned, or would it be only a matter of time before the adjacent part is slightly dull but burning?

As the collector pushed the farmers and jumped inside, he saw there Alfred's giant, already dyed and fallen by the Zhu, and a man who was comfortable with Sizka's body.

"Hey, are you the beggar's husband? I adored you so much yesterday. Today, I have to take care of my wife. I can't make it."

Three men standing on guard gaze cunningly. On the sword of the stripper was a bright red blood paste sticking together.

"I know I'm going for Sizka, but how did I even kill Alfred? I don't know who you're dealing with."

The collector asked as he erased his emotions.

"Who said it was three times?" Hey, look. If I caught this kid, he'd be quiet as soon as possible. Hear the windy mouth of a coward. Right now, I'm going to offend your wife plenty in front of you! I'll have you come to our stash. I'm not gonna let you!

The man yelled majestically as he grabbed Dominic's root.

The boy wants to run over to his fallen father.

The treasurer's anger shook off the meter of reason in an instant.

The silver wire popped straight out when I removed the jacket that was aligning with the front.

"Ugh!?

The long sword thrust through the man's throat as he made a deep decision.

"Bastard!"

The next man rolls out a blade, swinging his jacket off.

The collector threw Dominic in the corner of the room as he held him in his arms.

At the same time, he wields his long sword in a low position while crouching.

The blade broke the man's tibia causing a blood splash. Embracing the body of a falling man with his left arm, he profoundly stabbed the sword in his reverse hand from his back to his stomach.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa"

One of the remaining ones comes in. When the collector pulls the sword out of the man's back, he opens his body half a step away from the man who jumped in with his eyes closed. The long sword moved horizontally. The blade sounded like it slapped a wet rag as it cleaved the man's flank.

"You know what?"

The man who was pushing down Sizka looked up, whether he was pressured by the defeat of three companions in an instant. The collector just threw when he picked up the knife one of the men had been using.

The blade flies straight in and pierces the center of the man's face. I raised my scream and flipped it over to me.

The collector turned his gaze to Sizka, making sure she nodded to her temperament before rushing over to Alfred.

"My brother. Don't let your father's blood stop."

Dominic was trying so hard to stop the bloody tide that pushed his little palm against his wound. Kufu, with his nose ringing and still enduring without crying. A healthy appearance struck me in the chest.

The collector looked at the chest and belly wounds that were broken when he held Alfred up. Originally, I tend to be ill and have weak resistance. Even in the eyes of an amateur, it's not helpful. When she looked at Sizka, who sat next to her, she shook her neck left and right with her eyebrows between her eyes.

"Klund which. No, this is unconscious. I didn't know this nonsense would delay these lads. No, I don't want to get old."

"I'm sorry, I kept my mouth shut, but yesterday, I met a guy named Gilly. I can't believe this is happening while I'm taking care of you. You can't apologize if you do."

"No, apparently, they weren't just after Klund's wife."

"Dad."

Alfred groaned low as he stroked Dominic's head several times no longer silently.

"Klund, which sword?"

Alfred chopped off his golden tenderness as he squeezed the offered sword with his sifting hand.

"Give this to my wife. Non's, I loved you..."

"Alfred!"

When the collector received his hair with both hands, he squeezed Alfred's hands tight.

When the lion finally managed to shape his grin, he glanced at Gakun and his neck like a threaded rolling doll. Exhausted, Alfred looked even as if he had been freed from all suffering.

"I did get your hair."

"Brother."

"Oh, my God, Dominic"

"Come on, because you're the son of a lion. I put up with it. A man says he shouldn't cry, no matter how hard it is. Always, my dad..."

Dominic is diligently inking his tear glands, which are about to collapse, to tears. Sizka gave a suppressed voice as she turned her hands behind Dominic's back and hugged him.

"That's okay. If something really sad happened, I'd say I cried."

Sizka glances at Dominic's face with her loving eyes. The boy, sifting, shook his head to the left and right to deny it, but the tears that eventually became invisible flowed down into a large grain of Shizuku.

The collector had Dominic hold him with both hands as he pulled the long sword of the white sheath out of Alfred's waist.

"Dominic, no one can protect you from today. This, swear by the sword, protect your mother. That's good."

"Uh-huh."

The boy cried and embraced the sword, which was the shape of his father.

"It's time for this cabin to suck. I'll take Alfred."

"Wait a minute, please"

Sizka approached the man who was falling when he took control of the treasurer.

"Stand up, I still want to ask you something. You're gonna die anyway, so if you don't stay, you're gonna throw up."

When Sizka barely tightened up the man with his breath, the man confessed with interruption.

The primary aim is that it is one of the Romless Three Holy Swords held by former knight Alfred, the sword named "White".

This famous sword called White Alfred was always on his hips, but it was never known.

There is, if there is no snitch.

"Who taught Gilly that?

"Are all the pavilion owners you don't know?"

When the man put on the discard dialogue, he blew blood bubbles and died. I can't collect any more information. She frowned with her hands off the man's neck.

The act of bringing Sizka was only one of the cases that came with it.

The problem is the fact that there is only one person in this village who knows that the sword Alfred has is of uninterrupted value.

When the collector got out of the burning cabin, he ordered Dominic to take Sizka and hide himself. Helen was also fortunate to have happened to be out in the neighbouring village since yesterday.

As for this one, you just have to think about the two of us and hit it.

"Wait, Klando. I'll fight, too."

"You haven't healed your legs yet. What can you do if you can't walk without a cane?"

Sizka stared remorsefully as she chewed the crease.

"That, if you die, I will not fulfill my mission! I'll never let you go alone!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

When he opened his eyes to the anger of the zodiac, Sizka lay down her face with a troubled look.

"Right. Okay. But don't be impotent. We get away with it too. You too, don't fight that Gilly. The strength of the Lion Nation (Lios) is not the ratio of the human race. Not to mention, with about Klund's skill, you can just get stuck with one knife."

"Uh, yes, yes. He said he knew. Look, just go."

It was shortly after the Sizkas rushed into the groves.

Breaking the hedges of the spectacular farmers, an armed group begins to take and surround the collectors.

That number, thirty.

From a bunch of rough men, a Lion (Lios) man with two heads flying off could be seen approaching with a giant battle axe in his hand.

"Hey, I was hoping to see you again, now let me have some fun."

Now, for the first time, the great battle for the life of the treasurer had begun.