Dungeon+Harem+Master

The Lions' (Lios) bloodstained Gilly's skill was shown plenty yesterday.

Even if we fought one-on-one, we wouldn't have a winner over the zodiac first.

Arm strength, speed and experience. All enemies are above them. I told Sizka I was going to run, but the keeper didn't care.

Alfred, the benefactor of life, was killed like a bug. Running away here would also throw away a minimum of pride as a human being. The collector doesn't want to live that long, and above all, these men couldn't forgive him.

"I thought you were after a sword called White."

"Ouch. The famous sword. Once upon a time, I heard it was in a nobleman's mansion in the capital, but I couldn't get it. I didn't know it was in such a de country around. Is this a heavenly dispensation, too? I'm getting tired of the rest period for a while, so I figured I'd sell off that sword and do it to fund future activities. Just give it to me, and I'll kill you right now without suffering, okay?

"Yes, I don't think so."

"Nice, I knew you were. I thought it was different since I saw it yesterday. Unlike the other people and my children, you liked the fact that I didn't look freaked out at all. There's no such thing as a rotten nobleman who slaughtered and killed yesterday."

As the collector and Gilly continued their dialogue, a child watching what was going on in the cabin gave Gilly an earful punch with a blue-white face.

Gilly grinned wildly and nodded her tongue as she poured out her big fangs.

"Nice, I can't believe you fucked four of my kids. I knew it, the world wouldn't be pinched without some of these guys. The truth is, I don't care about crap like that. Hope you have fun."

"I don't have time to play with a bastard like you."

"You bastard!

"You beggar bastard"

"Not until the Admiral leaves! We're gonna kill him!

The men, who heard that they had been hit with a companion, rise up in momentum and roar. Each one was armed with swords and spears, and his eyes were running bloody in an attempt to humiliate the collector.

"Hey, did you say Gilly or something? How did you know Alfred had a white sword?"

"Well, I'll tell you when it's just before you die. Well, let's just ask him his name before we kill him."

The house behind the burnout collapses. The aftermath sounded right in my head. Thirty-one men said they were facing each other, but I didn't hear one shudder.

The smell of coal and ash drifts around.

The silence was broken and a voice was uttered.

"It's Klund."

"Whoa, whoa! Kill the Krander one!

To Gilly's fury, the lid of the showdown was cut and dropped.

No matter how many swordsmen you are, you cannot physically prevent them. The collector plunged into the group as he swung as he pulled out his long sword.

Neither did the men think they were going to stick straight in, reflexively waisted.

That was the gap.

A blow of the fountain's long sword had the blades and bites of the men.

A tall metal noise rings.

"Whoa."

The collector breaks the enclosure and runs up the slopes of the mountain as he lets the man in front of him eat an intense body hit from his shoulder. When you're surrounded by a group, run anyway and break the siege line.

Even though he is a master of swords, he cannot stand for long periods of time under attack from front, back, left, and right. From the meagre experience the collector had derived the solution.

When it comes to Immortality Red, the crest of the treasurer's special abilities immortality, it is also likely twelve things not to be helped if he is beheaded or fatally seriously injured. As I continued to run, a difference began to be made among the men.

As the collector jumped into the grove, he flipped toward the man who was closest to him, adding a counterattack.

The long sword flashed.

When the man was severed in the face, he fell behind his back with his hands poked up in a hail outfit.

It is a sloped place. As the man's body rolled straight onto the slope, he wrapped the three behind him and collapsed. Continuing, he descended into the men, turning his coat wide open.

The collector kicked up the jaw of the man who removed the score, while fully ripping the belly of the man with the spear. Bright red bloodshed scattered, dyed by Zhu as the trees around him moved their brushes.

Slap the sword perpendicular to the throat of the man who is finally about to wake up his body.

The man, stripped away his white eyes and died.

"This whoa whoa."

The one left comes out with a sword with a hand he's unfamiliar with. When the collector intercepted the longsword by moving it horizontally, he snorted his flank. A little blood slapped the entire face of the collector.

Seven or so men begin to assemble successively under the slopes.

The collector threw it toward that group when he picked up the spear he had dropped.

The spear he threw pierced the man's leather armor in the middle and skewered it. Running again with werewolf men on their asses. Like the hounds who found their prey, the men begin to chase them hard.

The collector moved his legs violently toward the suspension bridge. Moments, I feel burning pain in my left shoulder. Looking back, a man with a half bow was taking out the next arrow to set his aim. I can't breathe while I'm running.

There is no need for pain.

Delete all distress.

The crest of the chest glows pale. When I snapped the arrow blades with my right hand, I ran without even looking behind me.

It was against the treasurer that there was an interest in the land. Once on a narrow farm road, a large number of men were unable to take them together and move on. The path, which was not built on the assumption of passing through a large number of human beings, was best served by one adult running. Nevertheless, the most fearful was the flying tool. With some distance open, we could also find a viable path, but at a distance of about ten meters discernible to the face, it was extremely dangerous.

The treasurer rushed the pain out of the frame of thought.

As I continued my journey, I went out on a slightly wider path.

Beyond this hill is another breath to the suspension bridge.

One guy came after me at an unusually fast rate.

The collector stuck his legs together again and flipped, sticking forward with a sheath in his left hand.

The man's sword is sharp, and he jumps up as he eases the sheath of the keeper.

Nature, the man's sword took the form of thrusting heaven, and the front of his body became gala-empty.

A silver wire ran horizontally under a man's breast as the fountain's long sword drew an arc. The man burst from his face into the earth, crying. Unexpectedly, severe pain in the flank. The man with the bow shot out the keeper exactly. I can't stop poking my knee on the spot. About five men arrived.

As the collector rolled around, he sustained a hand wound in several places, still piercing and knocking down one heart from the bottom. I can put my strength into my legs trying to get up.

Moment after moment, my back was broken deep.

It is impossible to completely ignore the pain. For a moment, I stopped breathing.

"How about that!

The voice of a man shouting proudly hits his ear.

The pain and the heat of the blood make my whole body feel like it's on fire.

The collector, wielding his torn coat, struck down the man's heel firmly behind him.

While holding it backwards, he deeply implanted the blade in the lower abdomen of the man who broke his upper body with the long sword.

Long-tailed screams flowed.

But the men didn't miss the crevice of the treasurer either.

One stuck out the spear he held and implanted a deep tip in the belly of the collector, while the other slammed the blade down diagonally and broke his chest into hangings.

My vision stains bright red and my thoughts stop. When I was about to remove my sword, far from it, a powerful horseshoe sounded.

"Klund!"

Trying to tear a bunch of guys apart, Sizka came running through a chestnut-haired horse.

Behind me I could see Dominic clinging to his hips with his eyes closed.

"Whoa!

"Ugh!

"Ooh, ooh."

Blood smoke quickly struck the area as Sizka descended left and right of the song knife on the horse.

In an instant, he ambushed about five people, pulled the reins in front of the possessor and stopped.

When the chestnut-haired horse stepped forward, he wasn't big enough.

I told you to run away.

"Where is my wife who puts her husband and runs away? Can we imitate Charpanthier's family name and pride?"

When the collector stood up with his sword instead of his cane, he looked behind his back. One man has a half bow.

"Give me a bow."

In a calm voice, Sizka pointed to the bow and arrow claw falling forward. It was at the same time that the collector picked up his score as he rolled and let it go toward the horse and an arrow was released from the man's half bow.

Sizka turned against her body and turned her arrow, holding her bow and shooting in an oblique but unfavourable position.

The arrows that were unleashed shot down the man's throat in different dimensions, and stitched up each man with a sword in his hand.

"See, my bow arrangement."

Sizka snorted as she was good at it, taking the hand of the collector and pulling it up on the horse.

"Sorry."

"Never mind. I thought I was the one who killed you."

"The horse found it."

Dominic barked energized.

"Anyway, if we cross the suspension bridge first, they won't come after us anymore"

Sizka manipulated the horse down the hill. The aspiring suspension bridge was imminent until just a moment ago.

A collector sitting on his horse trying to pinch Dominic felt uncomfortable watching Dominic's overhead ears move into small pieces.

Oh, my God, that's weird.

When we advanced the horse to the front of the suspension bridge, it happened. In advance, the moves of the collectors that had been prepared were quick. Holding Sizka and Dominic aside, he jumped without thinking about it later.

Almost at the same time, a large wave of war axes flew in from the woods. The giant axe made a blunt sound and pierced the earth when it was made into two pieces for each chestnut-haired horse body.

"Damn, I don't know what to do right now, Klund. How far will you entertain me?"

Gilly waited slowly in the jungle for the collector to come as she bypassed beforehand, and the look was still full of confidence.

"Have you been hit the other half? Especially that little girl. I think she's more dangerous."

Sizka, who got off the horse, can't move around anymore. Slowly moving toward the suspension bridge, supported by Dominic, but the entrance was solidified by two men with spears.

Gilly picked up a huge battle axe with a calm foothold and raised one hand to scatter the kids. When the men surround the collectors fan-shaped, they twitch and shrink their rings.

The collector flew consciousness around him, but spoke to someone hiding behind the bush.

"It's time you didn't hide. Why don't you come out, ma'am"

For a moment the man hid in the bushes revealed himself with a pale complexion as he roamed but decided to.

It was Alfred's wife, Helen, and the famous Federico.

"I knew it was you. I gave that bandit information about the Holy Sword."

"That's what you can't do."

Helen shouted as she reopened, rushing over to Gilly and leaning over.

When Federico, the famous man, saw in the wind that he could not believe Helen's actions, he cursed with a voice that seeped jealousy.

"Wait, what's this all about, Helen? Come on, come here!

Helen snuggled into Gilly's gigantic body as she stripped off her good wife Sage's mask, leaking a creaking sneak laugh.

"No, no, no, no. Who gave you that?"

"Helen!!

"That's why. Sorry, Federico. This woman's gone away from you. No, I couldn't help it at first, but once I hugged her, she seemed to like me. From then on, I enjoyed it enough to lose my hips every day."

"No, there can't be such a stupid story! Gilly, I've been giving you away for almost six months! You want me to give you back that favor with revenge? Not really!

"But there is no such thing, my lord. Helen can't resist being manly. Gilly was sad the first time she forced me to hold her, but I realized it was a mistake. Gilly pours it in at least ten times a night, but the famous man only once, and funny-fucking. Now I know it's impossible to love you as a man. Besides, I'm already at the limit of being in this village. Um, I followed Alfred because I thought there was something funny about getting out of the mansion. The day it comes and the day it comes, I'm going crazy to take care of the incompetent bastard and the kid. I don't even want another moment in a village like this. I'm sick of it. I sold Alfred's sword. I went out to the capital with Gilly. I tried to live funny and crazy. Still, I'm twenty-five. I hope you enjoyed your life."

"Helen, what about Dominic?"

"I don't need that anymore. Take it with you if you want."

"Oh my God!

"Oh, stop being such a good guy. Even the famous lord preached to me in honor of my wife. In the first place, I didn't think it would be nice to have such mixed blood in this village. Ridiculous."

You would not have understood exactly what all the mother's words meant, but you would still have understood that they were saying terrible things.

Dominic's expression turned white as paper, and both his little fists clenched strong.

"It wouldn't matter to Dominic if it was mixed or not. Even if I'm not right, he's Dominic from this village! I'll never let you hurt me. Ow!

Federico, leaving Helen and Gilly, tried to cover Dominic and stood in front of the collectors and spread his hands. Gilly changed her ridiculous attitude so far and gave a squeaky voice as she stretched her spine.

"Is he serious, dude?"

"Ahhh! Even if it's true. No one in this village is going to let an outlaw like you get hurt any more. I will protect the people of this village."

Federico once again strongly affirmed that he would wear his head scarf back deep.

Helen whispered softly in a compelling voice as she turned her hands around Gilly's neck.

"Hey, Gilly. Kill them, quick."

Gilly softly narrowed her eyes, shaking her neck small and sighing loudly.

"Kill."

Ignoring the impending killing, the collector peeked into Dominic's face.

But his eyes did not faintly move as he was still grieving deeply. Dominic chewed his lips off when he gave the holy sword of the white sheath to the collector, who seemed to hold it dear with both hands.

Do you mind?

Dominic nodded loudly for nothing.

"The sword, I give it to your brother. Please take my father's revenge!

A similar cry echoed the high cry.

Helen's expression warped like a sneezy piece of paper.

The collector, paying his sheath, pulled out his sword. A glowing white body is stained bright white in the sunlight. It was a beauty not to be ashamed of by the brand of white.

Towards the collectors, the men arrive.

The long sword drew a true circle.

"Guuuuu."

"Giraaah."

"Ha-ha."

He felt little response and cut his opponent's body as easily as if it were melted butter.

The three men were each torn down their throats, flanks and faces, desperate as they showed a ripe persimmon-like cross section.

"This is it, White. Certainly a famous sword."

The collector jumped at the men forming in front of the bridge, feathering his coat.

"Whoa, who do you think I am? of the disease -"

Before finishing his mouth nicely, the collector's long sword broke neatly around his waist.

The man reached out to contain the guts that erupted from his belly, but fell on the spot and stopped moving as he sputtered the bloody paste that rose from his mouth.

"Famous lord. Take Dominic and Sizka across the suspension bridge!

"Oh, please"

Federico began crossing an age-old fierce suspension bridge with Dominic when he carried Sizka.

You didn't think they'd break through here, there's no personnel at the other entrance from the village. Only a few twigs remained on the collector.

"Whoa, Klando. How dare you treat the Holy Sword so abusively? He's going to lose his value."

Gilly distorted her mouth as she followed Helen.

He looked terrible.

Either way, it's not in your hands.

"You slap me in the mouth. Do it."

When Gilly pointed at the suspension bridge with her thick fingers, she had seven children chased. Just now, the collectors and the sizkas became dressed apart by their enemies.

I could see the large Federico slowly lowering the decaying bridge of the featherboard backwards each time with Sizka on his back. The collector is surrounded by six men, including Gilly. Destroy it early, I couldn't go to help.

Before fighting Gilly, the collector fell preoccupied with the safety of his companions. The inability to focus only on it in combat is a lack of mental concentration and a great deal of pain.

Fortunately for some, the fineness of the primitive fishing bridge made of plant trees is that it is finally possible for an adult to pass alone. If this is the case, the men cannot be attacked at once. Speaking from Federico's physique, it would be impossible for the men to assemble so easily if Sizka were to be lowered at the exit of the bridge.

The other was that Sizka was in hand, searching somehow for the song knife that the collector kept hidden.

While Federico successfully evacuates Sizka and Dominic to the exit side of the bridge, we have no choice but to defeat Gilly and the rest of the bandits.

Nearly impossible. Still, I had to accomplish it with my life.

There is strength in the fist that holds the sword. In the glittering blue sky, black clouds pushed in at rough horse-like speeds from the east to block light. Unlike Japan, even in most summers, humidity is unusually low.

The dry wind caused a severe sore throat. My lips are dry. With sweat flowing for tension, my forehead snapped on my forehead.

"Do you have time to look around?"

The collector, not responding to Gilly's words, tried to dance to the nearest man first. The long sword structured the curve as it glowed white. The man manages to take the first round. A high metal noise sounded. The man glanced backwards, stepping on the bumps and losing his balance.

You don't even have to decide in one blow from the start to defeat your enemies.

The collector moved his sword into small pieces in a low position as he lay low as he tried to jump out of his head. The sword cracked the man's knee and raised a blood splash.

A man next door shouts out and waves down his sword.

The collector rolled down the ground, releasing a sharp thrust as he switched his sword to his left hand. The silver wire was plugged deep into the man's flank as it stretched straight.

Pull through with all your strength. The resistance is free of fine dust.

Whenever I pulled out my previous long sword, my blood and fat would stick together, but the whitewash had sparkled a cloudless body, as I let the blade swim in the fresh stream.

"Get out of the way!

I guess the limit of patience has come. Gilly protruded her sharp fangs out of the lion's head, howling low like the beast itself, whilst swirling her long battle axe over her head like a waterwheel that would be as long as three meters. A roar echoes similar to a violent wind that crosses the valley. An ordinary man would lose his temper just because of this sound. Gilly moves forward step by step, carving a fierce grin.

The collector gradually retreated, keeping his sword horizontally with one hand. The sound of rubbing the featherboard sounded gibberish. The wind across the valley suddenly blows momentum from the rear. Sweat flowed from his spine, causing him to groan unknowingly.

Send your gaze to the rear of Gilly. Helen's face was frightened trying to hide. The collector remembered what he had forgotten, while at the same time one idea came to mind.

"Ma'am, with every request from Alfred, I remember only one thing"

"Huh."

Helen takes a step backwards with confusion. The colour of fright darkened.

The treasurer grabbed Alfred's hair from his chest pocket with his left hand.

"He asked me to give this to his beloved wife. But the lady the proud knight asked for is nowhere else!

Open the gripped palm wide.

Alfred's tendencies went down on Gilly and Helen to curve, stirred by the fierce wind. Unexpectedly, the sunlight shined from the slices of the black clouds, creating a single path.

The deflection rushed up the heavenly floor, glittering as if it were a golden bridge.

"Whoa, whoa."

Gilly accidentally got a golden tendency slapped in the face into her eyes, losing sight.

The balance of the battle axe I had is out of balance. The axe, disoriented, scattered a blood splash as it slapped Helen's chest by her side. The anger and screams echoed deafening.

I'm not a keeper who misses that. Flapping his coat like a bat, a targeted blow ran like a meteor.

"Haaaaaa"

As the collector's long sword profoundly chooses Gilly's right eye, he continued to swing down vertically, drawing a silver wire diagonally from his right chest to his left hip.

Gilly broke down the giant and poked one knee. A lot of blood is wetting my right half red.

"Blood paint, Gilly. Two names mean a lot about death! Makes me laugh!!

"Damn. Ahhh!!

The curse of the treasurer had an effect on the surface.

Gilly burns her whole body to anger and wields the battle axe blindly, but the murder blade ended up hurting all the men nearby.

"Just roar, it's less than Katombo!

No longer existed a loose end or reason in Gilly's head to think about the war situation like this.

The only thing I have in my brain is to break off the keeper bouncing backwards towards the bridge.

That was nothing more than the fact that Gilly was being lured to a place of death as well as being completely out of thought.

The only suspension bridge in the village has not been repaired or anything else in the last years just because the decaying bridge plate is handed over.

The seven men who were hunting down the Sizkas, when they noticed the collector moving backwards in the middle of the bridge, inverted for the clasp.

Naturally, the collector was sandwiched by the men and Gilly in the form of an attack.

Sizka paled her face when she saw the possessor in the form of a sword on her abdominal back.

"Famous lord, did you say Federico! Just Dominic on the exit side! Klund is in danger as it is! We're gonna help!"

"Oh, how do you help"

Federico, who was finally plugged to the exit of the bridge, was severely upset by Sizka's words.

Even though the fracture has completely healed, Sizka is in a situation where she cannot move a step without being carried.

Federico was unbeatable in comparison to his power, but he never took a weapon and fought.

"If only you were my horse. If you're on this bridge, you can only call one at a time. If Klund can do this, there's no winning chance! I'm still gonna get hit by that monster! You're lying about protecting Dominic!

"Yeah, okay, I'll do it, you can do anything with a horse!

"A man is willing to do that. Come on, let me handle the rest. I'll show the wooden opposition the sword of a real knight."

Sizka pulled out a song knife while Federico carried her on her back, forcing the men coming towards her to eat a counterattack. When Federico could faithfully become a horse, he began crossing the suspension bridge again with his eyes closed.

It was the men who ate the bubbles, but you thought it would be easier to clean up one of the ladies on your back, and as you initially aimed, you arrived at Sizka.

"Ohhhh!

"Oh, my God, I'll chop you up. Ugh."

Sizka took a forward leaning position as she breathed and set the crooked knife vertically. Federico leans back with his head down and his eyes closed strongly.

Sizka's song knife drew a semicircle.

"Aww."

The first knife.

A silver wire struck down from the front ran through the man's face and broke it in two.

"Higging"

Second knife.

The horizontal blade broke the man's throat deeply, causing a blood splash to strike a void.

Third knife.

The blade, which ran in a straight line with its aim in place, penetrated sharply from the man's right eye to the rear, crushing his cerebromedulla.

Fourth knife.

The suspension bridge swung, deeply doubling from the man's left chest to his right hip, knocking him off to the valley bottom.

Fifth knife.

When the man rolled and dropped the sword that barely protruded, he jumped up the ranks with a knife to return.

Sixth knife.

He broke the hips of a man who flipped his body in an attempt to escape, splitting his upper, lower, and half-body apart and releasing them into space.

Seventh knife.

He slapped the back of the man's head, who abandoned his sword and lowered his head and begged for his life, without leaving any trace of dust pity behind.

"Klund, the miscellaneous fish has been cleaned up. I'll take care of the rest!

"Oh! Go quickly!

When Sizka instantly cleaned up the seven men, she evacuated to the cliffs on the exit side while being carried by Federico.

The only two left in the central part of the suspension bridge were finally the collector and Gilly.

The two maintain balance while holding the suspension bridge's outline with one hand. Because of the intense movement, all over the rotten featherboards were removed and swallowed up by the great river flowing dozens of meters at his feet. If we fall from here, it won't be possible to survive first.

It wouldn't be strange if you could be transported by torrents and beaten to the big rocks all over the shoreline with ground beef all over your body.

I didn't think the power of immortality would extend that far.

"Don't move. Whoa, whoa. Absolutely, I'll kill you."

Gilly shook up the battle axe with one hand and knocked it overhead. It is an incredible force.

But that was his limit.

Born as a Lion Warrior (Lios), I guess none of his opponents got so deep. It doesn't work with small moves, as long as it has the power to slip through.

How could I have trusted an axe with so much power and extraordinary destructive power?

- I'm going to zero that right now.

"Sizka! Drop the bridge!!

The Enragement of the Collector.

He meant many things to this voice.

I don't turn around.

She'll draw on what she means.

I squeezed the tool of the suspension bridge toward the impact that was supposed to come the next moment.

When the body unexpectedly felt the feeling of floating in the universe, victory and defeat were decided.

Sizka, who had reached the exit side of the village, cut the tulle supporting the bridge.

As a result, the suspension bridge, which was at its limit, collapsed.

The torso of the bridge is slammed against a cliff on the side of the village.

Whether they wouldn't shake it off or not, it was a bet.

The person standing on the bridge was supposed to be thrown into the void with no response.

Except for the collector who understood everything.

Decaying trees, which constituted the bridge girder, dance to the universe.

Gilly's huge battle axe blew up like a leaf.

The collector is not like Gilly, who has fallen when he squeezes his full strength and hugs it to the tulle.

The goddess of victory smiled at the treasurer.

I shook up my long sword with all my might.

The famous knife, arguing softly, broke Gilly's face in two with a shameless cleavage in its name, exposing a red and black cross section like a cracked pomegranate.

Brain plasma scattered.

Gilly offered to grab the void with both hands, falling vertically and disappearing into a torrent beneath her eyes as she raised the cry of the Terminator.

The Zao Man and his line were sending their last farewell at the exit of the village, which bypassed the suspension bridge and climbed the cliff.

"Well, thanks for all your help this time. I can't be ashamed of my misdemeanor."

Dominic, who had seen his parents die and fight hard, was resting quietly as he was embraced by the famous Federico. The collector asked as he shifted his gaze alternately between Federico and Dominic.

"I knew you'd noticed, you were. Dominic said he was my son."

Sizka stared at the keeper as she opened her eyes.

"No, silly, more or less this kid..."

"That's right, Klando. Dominic is a mixed family of lions."

The collector gently pointed at the headscarf worn by the celebrity and he took it and showed it as if he had half-minded it.

"My ears..."

Sizka tweezers. There were definitely mixed blood with the Beastman, but also tendencies indicative of those of the Lions (Lios) and ears specific to the Beastman.

"But Helen's husband, Alfred, is a lion. To prove that this Dominic is my son."

"Don't you remember yourself? Not at all?"

"But"

"And one more thing. You have a very unusual finger, Mr. Famous. My little finger is so short."

"This was born..."

"Look at Dominic's hand."

Sizka opened the sleeping Dominic's palm and his right pinky finger was extremely short, only about the length of the first joint of the pharmacopoeia.

"There's a good chance this is inherited from a parent to a child when it comes to hereditary short finger disease. By the way, I had Alfred's fingers checked during the mayhem, but he was normal."

"Oh no, this kid... but"

"It's not like I can keep my chest up that you were putting your hands on people's wives. But I guess you're the only one who understands how Dominic feels and can help this kid in the future. Short finger sickness is a matter of possibilities, but believe me, if you take care of yourself, you'll get a little emotional."

"Even if Dominic doesn't have my blood on him, this village kid will let me raise him responsibly. Though that would have to make amends. When Alfred and Helen grow up, they won't even forgive me."

"Then we'll have to accept everything. We have to leave it to heaven to see what happens next. I can almost predict why you were teasing that Gilly."

Federico's expression was sadly distorted.

No longer could the story be inferred without following the muscles.

I guess Federico and Gilly were tied to deep edges that could not be cut.

And that was the beginning and end of the tragedy. Without the need to think, Dominic awaits a harsh fate ahead. That was the journey he himself had to overcome alone. I don't even think there's going to be a life-threatening crisis like today. But the shapeless harshness is more terrifying.

The collector looked at Federico's face from the front.

There, there was no dark shade I saw in the stable, and I felt the sunshine like I had dropped something of my possession.

"The more I play with women, the better. Famous lord, it's not so much about face, it's about getting a gentle woman with a heart for a later wife."

"This is, also, tough"

"And then I don't know what to say, but I'll ask you about him, too."

"Yeah, I'll take care of Mr. Sizka."

The collector broke up with Federico when he told him the convenience of leaving his wife Sizka first for use.

"Well."

Proceed slowly to the entrance of the bay.

Sizka, sitting on a small stone, raised her face.

"You go."

The weak tone seemed more lonely. I have a strong pull knot and thin lips. Her eyes were hot and moist like black pearls. I'm forced to cry.

No, the tear Shizuku was already sparkling up in my eyeballs.

Sorrow approached my chest strong.

The treasurer flipped himself, under the urge to do it with a hug.

Remaining silent, we continue towards the crossroads.

The footprint was certain, and there was nothing untrained on its back.

Sizka also forgot that she could not walk satisfactorily and fell to the front when she stood up.

When the dust falls, the back of the collector gets smaller and smaller.

"Wait, wait. Oh, hey."

Tears seeped unknowingly. The whole face is covered in dirt and dust.

Sizka's chest hurt so badly that she was frightened.

The black silhouette eventually blended into the deep green to be inhaled.

I couldn't even look for traces anymore.

I'm alone.

Alone.

The next time we see each other, it's bound to be an exchange of lives.

That was the fate of the assassin and the weight of the family name he carried.

Kill the first man I've ever loved in my life. What irony.

I can't even choose my own death.

I feared, in shackles that I could not even free my life.

What was going to happen to the less head of emptiness?

"I'll kill you. So until then, don't die at all. Don't die.... don't die."

Sizka had been staring at the path even as the treasurer disappeared.

Forever.

Ever.