Dungeon+Harem+Master

Lacey dropped off the collector and then yawned small before returning to her room.

The early morning city was wrapped in white mornings. Exactly, there were no people walking down the road.

Last night, I had a mouthful of forbidden liquor on top of being up unusually late. I don't know, I feel like I've done something wrong. I had a pain in the back of my head with Jinjin. Face lightly.

"Don't, don't"

Lacey is aware that she is a crazy baked personality. Nevertheless, I put more effort than usual into caring for yesterday and this morning and quite a few collectors.

"Hmm, why not"

Lacey leaned back on her bedside and forced her eyes to close. I even made lunch lunch boxes for my collector who goes out early in the morning. I'm not bad at waking up early, but it was tight to force my body to awaken after only a few hours of sleep. Even if I slept until noon, my father wouldn't blame me. Usually, I spontaneously wake up a little earlier, but let's give it a break today. We are going to sleep together. Lacey often fell into a deep sleep, leaving no one to follow, but a little grumpy.

Separately, Lacey wasn't living a self-depraved life, and there was something about the fact that the store really couldn't get enough sleep because of the night shapes and it took late nights to clean up.

Nor, naturally, will the store be opened during the day. Most of the guests are local people and each has a job during the day.

Unlike modern Japan, near the Edo period of recent times, it was common for most residents to wake up and operate before the sun set and to end their activities by the time the sun set to take evenings and get to the floor. I don't go out of my way to consume high oils and candles and make nights of them. It was considered unhealthy and immoral to waste money. In that sense, Lacey was generally classified as a woman of the night profession and was more drawn to the public than necessary.

Even though I've been helping my mother work the house since I was a young girl, when my mother was still alive, I slept in lullabies the hustle and bustle of the guests downstairs if the night book fell. The neighborhood's childhood friends also treated each other independently when they were really little, but when they grow older they are still somewhat distanced.

After my mother died, if it would at least be a busy shop, etc., and if I put together flashy costumes, sometimes loving, singing lullabies, etc., there couldn't have been a conversation between my courageous daughters.

Naturally, Lacey's acquaintances were mostly women with night jobs. Most of them were liquor store widows, singers, whores, etc. They tend to think to the public that they are all human beings living a seemingly self-depraved and ruinous life, but there were many daughters of a simple character if you talk to them.

With a heavy population influx and constant movement of hardware and supplies day and night, Silver Villago had as many jobs as he could eat anyway if he had one. Women who work at night are overwhelmingly of local origin. Even though the letters could not be read by Loc, and the rewards of working with them literally powdered remained to be pinned, it seemed that the unschooled women could not even realize it. It's not Lacey's personality to watch them in silence. Sometimes, instead, he read the contract and even prepared a proxy for the love sentence against the customer and a petition to the judge to make him acknowledge the pregnant child. You can't be so powerful and unappreciated. Lacey's confidence in the women of the night was considerable. Most of all, it couldn't have been the Scallop Man who wanted to do that first. Nor was the struggle of my father Bernhard the majority of the time.

As high as the sun climbed to Jomtien, Lacey woke up again.

"Oops, I fell asleep."

"Good morning, you can still sleep."

Bernhard is turning the book as he sits back in the counter chair and renews the pipe.

Lacey looked around as she went down the spiral stairs worried about her sleeping habits. I noticed that. Bernhard stood in a chair when he closed the book with a bitter smile.

"Klund's not back yet. Would you like some coffee for now?"

"Yeah, yeah. Still, I wasn't looking for Klando. Look, I got a little sleepy today, so I was wondering about cleaning the store and getting ready."

That's how Bernhard denied it. Even when his daughter woke up, she applied makeup firmly and laughed bitterly when she noticed the part where she was more attentive to her outfit than usual.

That young man is not a bad man, but he was not in the final decent category of human beings. As his natural father, Bernhard wanted his daughter's lover, or future opponent, to be a staunch shop worker, craftsman, etc. Though it seemed impossible given my daughter's character.

"Good morning, Lacey. He's here today."

"Oh, not Marya. Hello."

Opening the swing door, my daughter, dressed in flashy shades, was revealed in a silver carriage pavilion. He was a friend of Lacey's, and Marya, an ex-wife who worked in a drinker across the street.

"Master, a good man today. Sometimes, come and have a drink with us."

"Morning. I'm happy to invite you, but I have a store, too. It's for old age fun."

"Bu, Tsumana. So, why, Lacey! Hey, hey."

Day and night, if I lived a reverse life, it would naturally be after noon, and after cleaning the store and dining down, all I could see was the women who would make work at night productive in the spare time Lacey could poke at.

"What, early?"

"You, I hear you pulled another guy in. Hey, you know what? What kind of man? A good man?

"Pull in, 'cause people don't listen well again. He said he was just letting someone in trouble stay upstairs for a little while."

"Ha-ha."

Marya sat down on the counter and followed the contents of the water in the glass. Under dark blonde hair, half-eyed eyes rippled with nitanita.

"What's up, you nasty laugh?"

"He said he was my good man and he managed to hug me. Jean was in our store yesterday. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I don't think you're a good man. Hey, you know what? You must be upstairs. Show me, show me!

"Jean."

Jean, whom Marya refers to, is a masonry artisan who is a regular member of the Silver Carriage Pavilion. Big and silent, he came to the store every day and was impressed with eating slowly and always quietly listening to the songs.

For Lacey, it was shocking in itself that that physically quiet Jean was rammed up drinking alcohol he didn't usually drink.

"Hey, was Jean okay? Somebody didn't get hurt!

"... you. That's how you behave, so the guys get on with it. I want to kill this man."

"Oh, no, I don't think so."

"That's what I know about you. So, you're here. I was wondering if you could call me. Look at your face first, and brag to the girls at the store. What was the man who dropped that Ironwall daughter like?"

"I'm sorry, Klund's out. I'm not here."

"Huh!?

As Marya looked at Bernhard, he moved his moustache slightly before shaking his neck to the side.

"Ah what, whoa, whoa, because Jean's one applied for a duel or something stupid, I was wondering where I'd worship just my face before I got bummed out. Hola, if it's done with Jean's fist, you won't know the prototype!

"No, I don't know the prototype. I mean, what, a duel!

"Huh. Mm-hmm, ahhh. My mouth."

Marya gazed at Bernhard like she was in trouble when she blocked her mouth with both hands.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Please don't, but Bernhard's eyes were a little laughing. Obviously it was the sincere eyes of his father, who wished the worms that hit his daughter would crush each other.

"I mean, absolutely not. Oh, I don't know why you won't stop, Marya, everyone in the store."

"No, no, no, I thought it would be booze seat bullshit anyway. Oh, it's only, it's unlikely, but Jean's one. He said he was coming to the silver carriage pavilion about the evening after work. Oh, oh!

Yeah, I'll have to go buy it out before I go out to the store for a second. Bye, Lacey. I'm not trying, you colored bitch. Dad's gonna have a hard time, too. "

Marya lifted the hem of her long dress with both hands and ran away as she unleashed a throwing kiss as she left toward the fiercely wolfy Lacey and Bernhard.

"Oh, and whoa. Hey, what do I do, what do I do? Dad, stop it. If Jean and Klund start fighting, stop it."

"Hmm. But I think I'd like to take a look. Yes, it's a lie."

Bernhard's face, who was laughing, was accidentally frightened. Lacey raised her hips confused by her father's unexpected change.

"Apparently, now you're a customer to me. Lacey, stay here."

"Dad, what's wrong?

I could hear a dog barking from the shop table. This is followed by the woman's golden cuts and the annoying laughter of a large number of men.

Bernhard was an ageless footwork and bounced out the swing door. As Lacey ran after the rest, she saw there a friend of mine, Marya, who had left the store earlier, surrounded by about five men.

"Hehe, sister. It's exciting in the middle of the day."

"No, we're fishing from a sunny place. Was it a flash yesterday?"

"Ha, ha, I'm not like that."

"Hehe, if I get flickered in front of such a good tool, I don't care where it is."

"Stop, you little bitch!

One of the men rampantly eagles Marya's breasts strangled with wings.

"Come on, really, don't."

You understood that there was madness in a man's eyes, and the tone of the mighty Marya was weakened.

"Hehe, be damned. I'm paying you for your tools with my stuff, and if you're quiet, I'll take you with me."

"I don't really work in that kind of store, give me a break. Hey."

There was a cry in Marya's voice in earnest. Seeing the frightened woman, the men begin to wander their fleshy bodies more and more on track. That was all the tyranny went on.

"Hey, kids. How do you know you're going to get your hands on your daughter in front of my shop?"

As Bernhard took a step forward, something like an invisible struggle swelled up dramatically. The forged chest muscles are trembling, as you can see from above the thin shirt. Obviously, it was a mistake.

The unreliable man, still around twenty, who was playing a prank on Marya, glanced at his companion as he lagged behind as he was pressured.

But the guys around me still only had some piercing to use.

I won't let it move as slightly as a frog caught in a snake.

With that gap, Marya, who shook off the man's hand, jumps into Bernhard's chest. Lacey tried to cover herself when she jumped out and hugged Marya, staring at the men.

"Heh, heh. Why didn't you just make fun of the whore? I don't know. I don't know."

"Correct it. She is not a whore. Apologize."

"Hehe, hehe. Look, I didn't mean to offend you all."

The man who pranked Marya looked around to beg for help, but turned his gaze in the direction of the day after, as everyone else had done.

The man said, "Oh, shit, I'm sorry."

"So you're just here to do evil to your courageous daughter? The lads."

"Chi, chi. We're just here to deliver the letter, no, we're just here to deliver it."

Cecilio was the so-called lender of territory around Leasefield Street.

The molecule was the face of the dark city of the whole neighborhood, where two hundred would not descend when counted to the branches.

At the same time, he had been officially authorised by the Lords to head the vigilante corps and had the judicial power to try him on the spot for limited police power and minor offences.

He also had the right to recruit militiamen from citizens if the city met certain requirements in times of crisis. The face of the Dark City boss and the user-friendly dog face for the power side.

It is a so-called two-legged grass shoe.

Lacey had heard a lot of rumors about Cecilio, said to be a work pattern, a parent, but it was the first time she had seen a family member and could not wipe the discomfort.

Because there were no mortgages more admired by the locals than he did. But unlike the rumors, I couldn't wipe away my fear and disappointment when I saw the despicability of the men in his men.

Lacey was truly proud to see her grandiose attitude father reading the writings he had received from the children of Cecilio.

"All right, I did get the letter. I ask you one thing, the sender of this letter is Cornelio. What do you mean?"

"I don't know. We were just told to give it to you from the sublet."

The man can't even take Bernhard's gaze from the front. It was a literal trinket.

"Right. I did receive the letter. And then one thing I want you to remember is if you do bad around here, you're not just sorry. If it's too bad, I'll let the lender go protesting straight from me"

"Hii, hii. That's all, give me a break. Give me a break. Hey, we were making a mistake. If Big Brother finds out, he'll kill us all. Whoa."

The men dispersed the scene in the wind when they screamed somehow. Bernhard went back inside the store, bowing his head and apologizing enough to frighten Marya that he had made her feel scared when he served the letter by the way. As Lacey cared for her friend and tried to hang her voice, she stared at Bernhard's big back with a lukewarm, loving gaze.

"Nice, Master. It's the man in the man. Hey, Lacey. If you had a stepmother, you wouldn't be too jealous."

"Huh!? Hey, what are you talking about?"

Nevertheless, I can understand that Marya will rise. Even if I looked at it minus being my daughter, Bernhard was manly.

Since she lost her mother five years ago, Lacey had seen her father proposed to various women many times.

But I could understand how much I loved my mother when I saw my father refuse to remarry by the time I was stubborn.

In fact, my mother's beauty was way out of the question, and as early as Lacey's childhood there was talk directly from the lord to the side room.

"But a mother younger than herself, a little"

"Pfft. Pfft. Yeah, Master"

It was Lacey who felt ruthlessly complicated when she saw Marya twisting her twisted body.

The first anomalies occurred as the Founding Fathers passed the line of stray road.

"Weird."

"What's so strange? I'm already hungry, let's go home."

Hilda hits him. Foolishly, he stretches with his hands on his hips. It was only a natural act.

"Is this road a measure?

"Yeah? Well, this way the route isn't very main. The dungeon only leads to low places, too. It's only for beginners, it's like backgammon. If you're a regular adventurer, dive out of the office."

The collector sensibly perceived signs of awkwardness on the other side of the jungle. It is the border of a secret passage to a true labyrinth, and earlier there was an Adventurers Union (Guild) watchman here. Eventually, Hilda also turned to a strange look when she realized that the reception clerk was not coming. When the collector moved his nose, it was trace, but he could smell blood. Alliance employees are not amateurs either. It was too vivid for someone to have attacked me by surprise.

The enemy is not alone. Perhaps there are more than four of them.

Where the collector thought so much, the other side of the miscellaneous woods swayed and slowly the six men appeared. Each with a sword or spear in his hand, armed with leather armor or steel armor.

Among them, he put up a spear when the man who had made his whole body tear with the flames of the most intent to kill stepped forward.

"Don't forget. Oh, my God, you're Clando Simon! Let me take Volker's brother's revenge!

"... what? Volker, who is it?"

The finger on the sword pattern stopped. As the collector stared at the man's face as he fell in love, the blasting rage emanated from his bright red mouth.

"I'm kidding. I'm not gonna let you forget! Let's just say I forgot the name of the brother we put our hands on when we were mercenaries at the Joshua Chamber of Commerce. Eh! Hehe, but I didn't think you'd forget to stab me in the face, either. My two names are Alexander the Immortal. I don't want you to forget to look at this back wound!

Alexander showed his back when he removed his leather armor, taking off his moro skin. There, deep down, the stab wound of the knife was seen.

In fact, Alexander was one of the many enemies that the collectors fought when they fought on the crossroads, but it is wrong to resent him because it was a riot and yet it was Sizka who threw the dagger.

"I don't even remember what a Joshua Chamber of Commerce is. I'm sorry. Seriously, it's different."

"Well, even if you look at this guy, you can still say that!

"Uh, what?"

Alexander released a single paper envelope as he advanced up to two meters before the collector. The collector cautiously removed a single portrait from the contents when he picked it up on the sixty centimeters square.

"Wow, you're a good beauty. Are you Mr. Elf?"

The collector was spreading it. Hilda peeks from the side at it. Beautiful blonde with honey color, white skin that pulls out. Pale eyes as beautiful as the skies that fall out. It was an unforgettable portrait of Dorothea.

"What are you going to do, this is"

The collector's expression changed into something pressing. Hilda looked up at the collector's face worried, taking a step back, wondering if he had guessed it.

"Kukuk, I hear you and this elf woman were good friends. Unfortunately, just because you've failed a few times, it's not such a nasty business to give up taking a kejime, what a slave trader is. Next week, the Joshua Chamber of Commerce will hang a bounty of five million P (pounds sterling) (* about 50 million yen in Japanese yen) on this woman herself. Especially since Horatio, the head of the Chamber of Commerce, is upset about this. To what extent can that elf woman escape and hide, though she can stand on her arms? Kukuk, every bounty hunter in the kingdom is going to capture that woman. From what I hear, Mr. Horatio doesn't leave any of the elves he caught, he brings them to this Silver Villago for a demolition show one at a time. Yeah, I've got a good idea. Cland, I'm gonna keep you alive and drag you out in front of this elf woman. In front of you, Kukukuku, I will spend the whole night committing a hole called this woman's hole, and I will make you a meat hole slave. Kufu."

Shut the fuck up.

Sooner or later, the fountain's long sword sheathed. I ran a string of lines on Alexander's right arm as the silver light reflected the residual light of the sunset.

It fitted Alexander's right arm, and an elongated line went through like a thread of blood.

After a beat, the meat chunks, cut down to stunning point, rolled with noise on the damp soil.

"Yikes!"

Like strangling a pig, the groaning of agony rose high.

The cry signaled the opening of the war.

The collector kicked Alexander's jaw up and jumped. The Achilles tendon over here is Hilda. I couldn't see him when I glanced backwards.

"Morning!

Most importantly, the only weakness was wiped out. Assuming Alexander, who lost his fighting power, could end at any time, there were five remaining enemies. Grasping his sword, he felt his heartbeat beat quicker than usual, and sweat flowed down his forehead. Dorothea's face, which was looking up at the moon and spilling tears when she broke up, glistened in her head and didn't disappear.

Focus, focus. You want to die, collector?

Strong self-implication. I'm worried about them, but I can't do anything about them right now.

More than anything else, the men in front of us were a historical threat.

The tactic of the collector is to fight swordsmanship, which relies on arm and bravery. There is no mould or method. All there was was was the speed of the sword flashes and the power to break off steel and meat. The enemy's weapon is two spears and three swords. In any case, if they are besieged, the battle will never take place at that moment. The collector winged his jacket as he dared to leap up against the man with the spear.

"Ugh."

A werewolf man mismatched the spear tip to the body of the collector and swung unceremoniously. As the collector flew to the man with his barely cut tip, he protruded his long sword perpendicular to his stomach. As he pierced the man straight, he severed his main organ and killed the man.

The collector profoundly moaned the torso of the man standing next to him as he slipped out of the man's body in a smooth motion to pull the "white sword”, the holy sword, out of the water.

"Guru eh."

As the man removed his sword, he folded his body into a letter. The collector, taking off the spot as he rolled, flew low towards the waist of the man with the spear as he crawled through the ground. The spear boasts tremendous power when it comes to enemies with some distance, but it has the disadvantage of becoming a completely useless long object when it is packed with distance. A hurried man makes him crawl through the ground and hits a jumping collector with a spear pattern, but the blow couldn't stop him enough.

The fountain's long sword drew a straight silver line diagonally upwards.

The long sword, deeply choosing the man's chest, scattered red and black blood around him.

A chunk of the man's spitting blood softly wetted the collector's head.

The two remaining squeeze their swords with a blue-faced look and they cram between them.

These two are armed with dull glowing steel armor.

It was the collector who set me up first. With his long sword set horizontally, he kicked the ground and ran. When Kakon picked up the dirt from him, he threw it between the shelters of his narrow helmet.

"Brrr!

A man in sight covered his eyes reflexively with an iron armor on. When the collector lowered himself and hit him, the two lined up were overthrown by surprise.

The collector picked up the spear that had fallen as he leaped backwards and stuck his tip between his uneven hips due to the fall. The blinded man cramped his limbs and stopped moving as he raised his curly voice.

"Hiya, hiya!

The last one stays wolfy and the armor he put on is too heavy to get up well.

He exposed his defenseless neck from between his uneven helmets with his hands poked to the ground.

The collector, as he rushed over, kicked his hips and laid the man's body down.

He pressed his torso to the ground with his right foot and thoroughly twisted the man's neck with a white blade.

When the man was dressed as long as he was in armor, he stretched out his limbs to the earth and stopped moving.

When the collector took a rough breath and looked around, there was no sign of Alexander.

"Damn!

Most of all, the man who wanted to ask me ran away and his chest was about to explode.

"Is that right, too?"

Hilda revealed it was time to hide somewhere. The colour of fright is dark.

"Oh, I'm fine. Sorry about that. Are you hurt?"

"I was just hiding, so it's okay. More than that, is Mr. Klund okay? Oh, so much blood."

Hilda wiped the treasurer's forehead with the handkerchief she had.

"No, because it's return blood. Even so, one got away with it, damn it."

"You're strong."

There's something hot in Hilda's eyes looking up at the keeper in a smudged tone.

"You're not scared, look at this"

"No, because I was hiding. Hey. But it's amazing, sounds like such a lot of bad guys... bad guys, right? Bullshit, bullshit. It's amazing, it's like a knight in a picture story!

"Uh. Well, if you like, I don't mind."

Speaking of modern Japanese sensations, the collector is just a mass murderer, but it was pointless to think of human values in a world where this real-world fantasy and medieval Europe were mixed.

In the first place, even in the real world, executions by guillotines were a spectacle and part of entertainment in France and elsewhere until modern times. The spectator broke into the apartment, often in a visible position of execution, and drew attention to the location. So much so that they even sold lunches for spectators in the execution yard.

I can't deduce Hilda's feelings or anything, but she was from a biological aristocracy, even if it looked like this. Even as the prodigy passed and the monastery pushed her, she was always starving in her with new curiosity and excitement. The anomaly, which cannot be considered with a normal feeling, was always born within a privileged class full of satiety. In her, judgment and the treasurer who slashes and kills men were the heroes themselves who go out to Tan, the hero of the knight's story.

And some dreamy girls always have a habit of treating themselves as heroines. Unlike the modern era of over-information, it was like a drug that would never be remembered.

It is only natural that everyone always wants to be special and will not grasp and let go if that good fortune descends in a place within their reach. Hilda was now becoming aware that an unstoppable and intense obsession was sprouting within her.

Most importantly, I didn't know that the heart of the treasurer was full of other women.