Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector stood up. Pull through the ice arrow that was stabbing him in the left arm as he suffered severe pain. Throw it away with all the blood. The chunks of ice thrown into the universe dissipated magic into the atmosphere and scattered with hard sounds.

"Cland, you've hardly ever fought a magician like me before. I'd say that's lucky. That's why I survived to this day."

The collector, when he removed the coat he had wrapped around and held it in his left hand, shook it up and slammed it against the water reservoir. A splashy splash of water jumped hugely.

Immortality Red, the crest of immortality on the chest, shines out in a pale light. I kicked the ground and ran out before Peladan shook his wand again.

"He's unpunished. Ice Arrow (Ice Shot)!"

The peladan's ice arrow rips through the rain and is ejected. Meanwhile, the collector sliced his steps into a zigzag and walked away, wielding a jacket in his hand. The jacket, swinging with his left hand, was a shield with plenty of dust and rainwater inhaled to increase thickness. A few arrows were bounced off and redirected when they hit the jacket that would wield momentum.

"Whoa, whoa!

The collector leaps with a loud bark. The long sword raised its sword and drew the silver wire straight. Peladan waved his wand as he glanced but jumped backwards when his shoulder was cleaved.

"Shadow Binding"

"Become"

A black circle appears at your feet the moment the collector steps down to the ground. As he tried to jump up, his legs sank into the mud like they were nestled into the knee position. Then from the circle a black, ropy mass of magic popped up, and they stuck multiple times all over the collector's body to seal the motion.

"The current blow was good. At any rate, I'm extremely sorry I couldn't take advantage of the fact that there was only one good opportunity to defeat me. Hmm, the wound I just inflicted is about to heal. Does your body have a puzzling regeneration? [M] It's really interesting, but I don't know if this sword would do it."

As the tip of the blade pulled out the corrugated, warped dagger, the peradan penetrated without hesitation into the knee of the collector sealed of motion.

"Ngu!

I felt a severe itch at the end of the blade. After that, the stuffy pain burned down all the senses. Peladan is moving his blade tip with a crossing of his nose. The corrugated blade of a special trait carefully destroys the bumps and every piece of muscle fiber as it finely rips through the inside of the possessor's meat. I got the urge to break my knee and sit back down. The long sword I was barely gripping slipped away from my fingertips and out of the black circle.

"Klund!!

Lacey's cry pierces the rain and reaches her ears.

Only her voice connects the fighting spirit that seems to break. When the collector glances at the peradan in front of him, he tries to jump, but the rope of magic binds his whole body and can't stretch his hands any further. Only breathing and heart sounds get rough.

"It's no use, my restraint magic doesn't suck so easily. Better than that, hey!

"Agu."

As Peladan pulled through the dagger with momentum, he shook the blade down twice against the chest of the zodiac.

The chest of the treasurer, when chopped into crosses, the bright red blood stained from the garment wetted the entire chest. Each fingertip stretched out perfectly due to pain. The pain that resonates to the core of the cerebromedulla strikes me uninterruptedly. There was a lot of blood. Who spilled it out of my mouth?

"This sword is a medium, user-friendly magic tool (magic item) called a grudging fang. This special weapon can fully effect the enchanted human body."

"Please stop! If you need me, leave me alone. It's nothing to do with Klander."

"Wow. Is that true, Lacey? Even for me, hurting a completely unrelated human being is hardly painful. You and your father Bernhard are the only ones I need."

"Yes, Klando. I have nothing to do with that person."

"When that happens, my investigation will have been wrong. Then I ask you, why did you try to protect you from the untrustworthy and me when this man was irrelevant?"

"It's..."

Lacey was shaking her shoulders small in the slowly weakened rain. Plenty of gray hair is soaking wet and covering half his face. A thick black cloud whispered through the sky in the daytime, staining the world dimly.

"Come on, didn't you just get me wrong when I just took care of Inn with sympathy? It's been that way for a long time, hasn't it? Even if I feel sorry for you and personally give you this care, interpret yourself as if you care, and just wander around me. Even today, I brought you here on purpose to carry your baggage because I'm shopping, but you have to replace the guard dog. Look, brother. Look at me, what do you think"

"Hum. Exactly, I'm just sometimes referred to as the singing princess of a silver carriage pavilion. Beautiful."

"- It would be. I may be a tease if I don't learn, but I'm confident that my little girl around here won't beat me because of the amount of skill my mother gave me. Why did you push me so hard to be friends with such a wild dog style? It's annoying. Such a vampire."

"Right. Lacey, your beauty far outweighs your concomitant lady. No, to confess. I'm an old acquaintance with Bernhard. I wanted you to keep the promise you once made to him."

"Promise."

"It's about getting you. From one hair to the toe"

Lacey stared at Peradan perplexed for a moment. but as soon as he makes a charm, he makes a sweet voice and walks over to the peradan.

"Really? Then why don't you let it go? Let these losers go and rest in the warmth. Hey. The battle is long overdue."

Lacey deliberately hugged her to hit herself in the chest when she held Peladan's arm against her.

I pulled my arm as I tried to keep it away from the collector.

The magician's expression. The white mask made it impossible, but the eyes in the back glowed cold.

"Really? No, unlike Bernhard, you saved me a lot of trouble with my daughter."

Thank you, and Peradan untied the restraint magic that was tying the collector. The black rope of magic that was attached to it is fogged to dissolve in the atmosphere.

"I'm also tired of getting wet in the rain. Shall we go? My bride Lacey."

Peladan ran straight through the dagger he shook up. The collector fell into cobblestone in a depressed form as he was cut down diagonally from shoulder to flank.

"Every time I defeat an enemy, I always collect something that symbolizes that opponent as a trophy. Yes, in your case, it is."

Peladan wrapped his coat cleverly around his shoulder as he peeled it from the collector.

"Klund. It was thanks to you for cutting off my shoulder that I did not wear your neck. I was surprised. There hasn't been anyone who has injured me in the last decade. Taste plenty of time to die. Most of the adventurers you were aiming for would take their breath away in the dark without being nursed by anyone in this way. If it's all over the city, someone will do enough to clear the carcasses and bury them."

A rain grain about to descend is slapping him in the back of the head.

I did burn Lacey's retrospective side, which disappeared across the street, into the retina so that she could be pulled by the peradan.

Lacey's voice, deliberately cursing the treasurer in an unfamiliar lotus-leaved tone, was filled with grief.

That's magic.

This is the magician.

It was a total failure.

The treasurer never thought his enemies would look like miscellaneous fish.

Use witchcraft to accurately carry out ranged attacks, restrain tired places with witchcraft, and slowly stab a stop.

I wouldn't do it if I knew the type of witchcraft beforehand.

"But the path of Harlem is too far away to lose a mask like that."

You bled too much or your body's senses are almost paralyzed. The wounds glued by sorcery are blocking, but the wounds received by the fangs of resentment remained intact. Stretch your fingertips as you fall to attract a long sword. It was only heavy labor to draw the blade and sheath it.

"Come on, let's call it a contenue"

I try to get up with the white sheath as my wand. He collapsed about four times and finally succeeded in catching the balance.

Step-by-step footsteps are endlessly heavy. Looks like he's loaded with lead on his back.

Breathe with your shoulders and proceed with your slippery feet.

Let's go out on the main street and pick up the Tsuji carriage. If you go to the cathedral, there's Marco. They'll split about the wound pills, and if you keep your head down, they'll help you as much as follow Lacey's footsteps.

Unexpectedly, I remembered Hilda.

There's not even any sign of it around.

Scared her innocent and annoyed her. I want you to run away well.

When I was a collector, I was full of sorry.

It hurts like the back of my head stuck chili and burnt chopsticks.

The streets beyond his sight were as warm as white jaws.

You can hear the horse and the wheels slipping through the cobblestones of the street.

As the collector squeezed his last force and ran out in front of the road, he was devastated by the body and completely cut off his consciousness.

A rough wind roars in my ear. The roar eventually pierced my whole body, turning to cold. The collector shrinks and tries to protect himself from the cold a little, but the snow he blows takes away more and more of his body temperature. I put my whole body into trying to open my eyes, but my eyelids freeze and I can't move a bit. It gets faster like after the heartbeat runs around. My breath clogs like I was pushed mud in the back of my throat. Reaching out too much of the pain, I felt I did touch something soft.

The consciousness awakened momentarily.

The smell of sweet incense drifts on my nose tip.

When the collector opened his eyes, there was a woman sitting in front of him.

When I was old, maybe fifteen or six, with big eyes like black pearls looking down.

He cuts chestnut hair to his shoulders.

I can barely move my expression. Beautiful enough to feel cold.

Notably, the ears are like dogs growing from the head.

I wondered what the joke was, but the zodiac decides not to butt into people's fashion, so I dared not see it when it came to her dog ears. The blanket that was put on would be superior. It was also inferred that the sleeping table, where the body was sinking, would be worth it. When you gaze into the room, you will find a luxurious set of conditioners. From the way I cleaned without a single chili, I found it to be a pretty big deal possession. Hands on the chest, bandages wrapped and allowances made.

Strangely enough, the scratches that had been inflicted with magic tools (magic items) were almost blocked.

"You gave me the allowance."

Thank you, and I tried to keep going, but it came from above the head of the collector, and I got soaked with a lukewarm liquid. Silent, staring at the face of a dog-eared girl. She went strict when she slowly placed the cup on the table by the bunk.

"Hands slipped"

"Slipped? I mean, I just hit him upside down."

The dog-eared girl remained silent and stood still as she turned sideways.

I can't read my emotions because my expression doesn't seem to change.

He wears a pure white apron for dressing based on black. The dog ear growing from the side of the headdress I put on my head is standing right on top of me. I'm angry, so I thought the collector.

Hmm, is it real?

As the collector stares, you feel her gaze. Dog-eared girl walks toward the door as she stands out of the chair. A blocked tail growing on the gluteal area was swaying loosely to the left and right.

As she was distracted by her brown, splendid tail, the girl with her hands on the door knob stopped moving.

"It was the little Sister who accompanied you all the way through healing magic. And I suck at making women look like that for whatever reason. I despise you."

"Hey -"

The collector ate the basin that flew in to his chin and slipped off the sleeping table. A dog-eared girl threw it through the door gap without turning around.

Why should the girl I met all of a sudden despise me? Understand.

"Hey, did you wake up? Please forgive my men."

When the collector rose from the floor, a man of about fifties, however merchant-wise and of good width, entered the room. Next to the man, there is a little man who shines all his eyes with glitter. It was a style called hipster wipes.

The man named himself a slave trader named Shylock. He was in a carriage with a keeper who jumped out onto the main street. When the collector gave his name, he thanked Shylock.

What the collector did is almost identical to what the hitter did. Nevertheless, it is not something that can be carried to your own mansion and treated in this intelligent world. The collector, when he worshipped Shylock with his hands together, laughed and showed Eagle Deep.

"So, Hilda, no, the Sister who was accompanying me..."

"Yeah, she said she'd be out of her seat for a while, Anton"

"If you're that Sister, you've just returned."

A little man called Anton told the Lord. He handed him the long sword "White Sword” silently as he moaned the collector with a frigid odor. I noticed no matter how blunt the collector was telling me to just go home in the dark. Hilda probably fled for fear of getting caught up in Gotagota any more. I couldn't help it. There was not a single inclination among the collectors to blame her. When the collector drops his long sword into his hips, the weight that usually doesn't bother him sounds shifty on his hips. There was too much blood. Placing his hand on his forehead with a blue-white face, Shylock approached the side.

"At all, our warden has too thin feelings for trouble. I won't be forced to ask you what the reason was. But it's impossible to face each other twice in such a small world."

"Second time? I'm sorry, Mr. Shylock. I don't remember seeing you."

"You, what a way to speak to your head!

"Anton, don't break the waist of the story. No, excuse me. I did meet you on Central Rivet Boulevard. I don't often feel like I'm on edge. Earlier daughter. Most of all, I'm still a slave to no buyer, don't you recognize me?"

"No, I don't think once you see a beauty like that, you'll ever forget it."

"... is that right? So shall I make that up to you? But if you want to forget her, you won't forget her."

Shylock switched stories as the collector floated a questionmark over his head.

"Mr. Klund, I am a little known slave trader in the Wang capital. Especially my daughter, even though she's a trafficker, she only wants to sell it to someone named this. Only the daughter of a war werewolf named Pordina, who just left the room, can't find her husband and is in a little trouble. Well, if you'll excuse me, may I see your face for a moment?"

"Oh, I don't mind."

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

It is the demand of Shylock, who is also the benefactor of his life. It wasn't a creepy situation, such as poking a middle-aged man in the nose and staring at each other, but it wasn't a situation I could say no to. Shylock became more sighed and tranced when he finished taking a closer look at the seriousness and the collector's face at close range.

Anton, the little man who was holding back by his side, drew like he had a facial nerve ache.

"Meetings"

"No, excuse me. Mr. Klund, I've been a hobby since I was younger, and I've seen countless faces before. Hmm, very rare."

In front of Shylock, who did not call out the rarity and make it slightly mobile, the expression of the collector gradually became frightened. Fortunately, the wounds received with Peradan's grudging fangs are also almost blocked. It was mildly surprising that Hilda could have used therapeutic witchcraft, but now that Lacey had been deprived of her personality, she didn't seem to have time to guzzle.

The collector, when he asked Anton for time, found out just before the date changed. If it's around noon that you've lost consciousness, it's been roughly twelve hours. Bernhard will also be worried about his daughter who won't leave while she's out shopping. And I have to go back once. Besides, the cause with that mage was more likely to be in the atmosphere of my father, Bernhard, than my daughter, Lacey.

Shylock still seemed to want to talk to the collector, but only to tell him that it was urgent, there is a big merchant in the season. He quickly prepared a dedicated carriage to the silver carriage pavilion. The collector left the mansion in a hurry when he promised to visit the mansion at a later date as well.

"I know it sounds like a lot of things, but listen to me. Sure, I feel like I have something to do with that borough rag kind of young build, but why treat it so silly and polite? When you previously picked up a beggar-like adventurer look, you gave him the money appropriately until then, didn't you? Take the time to yourself in this fucking busy time of refraining from the Great Slave City. Besides, even though it's a product, let Pordina see you for what it's worth. What will you do in case that young man wakes up strange?"

"The Werewolves are ten times more powerful than ordinary people. If he's serious, he won't have a daughter to resist."

"I don't know what that means."

"Anton. After all, you're not playing enough. No, can I afford it? More than that, Mr. Klund's facial phase is amazing. Honestly, as soon as I saw his face, you didn't care about the city itself this time. Totally."

Anton finally realized that the body of the Lord, Shylock, was trembling in small pieces. What exactly would be the face of a young man whose big merchant, Shylock, cares so much about business? I don't know, I drank my spit up.

"I don't do people's opinions, so I don't know the surprise of the meeting. So much."

"I've seen countless faces of people in the last thirty years. Until now, the best was about the young palace of neighboring Europa, but Mr. Krund is even more amazing!

Anton was unwilling to listen seriously where Shylock had put out the present Emperor Europah's Young Hall to attract him. It was twenty years ago that the emperor was called the Young Hall, now a legend of modern life that brought order to a disturbed kingdom. It is in itself wrong to compare such a hero to a young man like a floater.

Shylock is a man with no complaints as a merchant, but often the top of the organization falls for strange things. That's divination, it's a woman, it's a superstition, it's a spiritual faith. The perspectives will hit it for Shigeru Shylock.

"His minister is a dragon face. It's called the king's phase. Once you get the time, you run up everywhere. It's a phase that could get you everything in the world."

You're a little tired, aren't you?

"Nothing, I'm not crazy, etc. Nevertheless, possibility is a possibility. I have a lot to talk about when I get the chance and I want to help you as much as I can. To the extent that it doesn't affect the store."

"Damn, don't surprise me. I thought the meeting had gone that way."

"I haven't been so busy as to crush the store with road music yet. But there is a constant crisis surrounding the dragon face. Even now, he seems to be experiencing misery. If I may, I hope he will come to this mansion with the satisfaction of the five of us. From the bottom of my heart. Hey, Pordina. Don't you agree?

As Anton looked back, he heard small footsteps moving away from the gap in the door.

"You surprised me. I can't believe Pordina, like that living doll, is into men."

"Hehe, Anton, that sounds like a father to me."

When Anton received the word of the Lord, he turned that way like he was angry, purposefully making only a few faces.

As the zodiac jumped off the Tsuji carriage, the silver carriage pavilion, still in darkness, was blurring up illuminated by the moon and night. Normally, the light coming out of the store and the drunken voice are noisy enough, but only today it was quiet as if it were dead.

Open the swing door and step into the store. Only the sound of the boots worn by the collector broke the silence with this one. On the counter, there was only one small lamp lit, and there was Bernhard with the liquor bottle sluggishly on his face with one hand. He began to say words of apology, finally vertically fluttering his body when he saw the treasurer.

"I'm sorry, Klando. I let you and Lacey hang out with Gotagota, which has nothing to do with it. Sister told me. You think you've got a huge injury to everything? Oh, it scared me so much to the point where she had nothing to do with it. I really can't apologize no matter how much I apologize."

As Bernhard twisted himself and rammed him to the counter, he waved one hand away the bottles and glasses he had been drinking. Some of the dishes made a fierce noise and rolled off onto the floor to crack.

The owner of the silver carriage pavilion doesn't have his usual piercing, he just snarls and cries like a little girl. The collector stepped on a plate at his feet in frustration with his attitude.

"I don't care what you apologize for! Hey, Bernhard. You know exactly what that peradan did to Lacey. No, it's more important now than that, but how do we get her back? I'm not going to do anything to make your precious Lacey such a crazy masked bride! You really promised me that!

"Bride. Right, is that what peradans are for? In a way, the purpose of what he's trying to do is clear. I know that very well."

"It's what it's all about, man. More than that, how can you not be angry! My only daughter was forced into this!

"Maybe I knew one day this would happen, Holla"

When Bernhard retrieved a single letter, he showed it to the collector. In the thin lights of the lamp, the destination sealed with beeswax floats clearly, but the collector could not read the letters of this world.

"I can't read. Oh, my God, it says"

"It's a wedding invitation. of Peladan and Lacey. It says that the ceremony will be intercepted at midnight four days from today, no, because the date has changed. Lacey is now numbered 17 this year, but the day she was born is four days later at midnight. As a supplement, prepare millions of P (pounds) as a bribe on the day of the ceremony. If you can't prepare it, it says hand over the bride to the slave trader on the spot."

"Nah - just kidding! You swallow the whole thing under such ridiculous conditions! Quick, tell me where he is. I'll kill you if I'm on it."

"No, it's not, Klando. Whatever conditions I get stuck on, I just have to swallow. But I don't think he's gonna honestly give my daughter back when I give him a million pounds. Peladan just wants to torment me. You betrayed my friend. As long as possible, as deep as you can."

"Hey, tell me. I don't think you're following Peradan's word for sparing your life. What the hell happened between you and the peradan?"

"I used to be an adventurer. It was also a cold summer night for a summer like today when I found out it was a peladan."

When Bernhard slowly moved his heavy mouth, he spoke of his connection to the sorcerer Peladan.

Lacey was put in a carriage after being blindfolded on the way to Peradan. I remembered how much time had passed, the feeling of being accidentally held and carried, and accidentally stifled myself. Lacey's wounded figure of a collector alternated with her worried father's face and disappeared. After a while, when my blindfold was removed, it was a room in some mansion.

A peladan stands silently in front of me. It was more creepy that I couldn't get a look because of the white mask.

"Don't be so nervous. 'Cause we're a couple now."

I know you're trying to relax the tension, but it was counterproductive for Lacey. The other guy already treats me like a husband, even though I feel so bad that I just feel cold when I'm alone in the Chamber with a stranger. A luxurious sleeping area caught my eye when I turned my gaze toward the center of the room.

When I thought I was going to be laid by a man who wasn't a child and didn't like or know what to see in that place, my chest was going to be torn apart by fear and sadness.

"That said, that's just a snail thing. Because it would be a big mistake if I thought I loved you like my own wife. Don't worry about it, there's a bucket of flair."

"What does that mean?"

Lacey scowls at the peradan when she mumbles back. In the first place, my father's promises are completely irrelevant to me.

(Something's getting angry! I'm not gonna let a guy like this like you like it.)

"Thank you, there is no such thing!

My cheeks rang as I made a high noise with bread. Lacey naturally breaks both knees and sits on the spot in the pain and cheek heat she's been having for a while.

"Huh?

I was beaten. For no reason.

Wherever the earlier determination was made, my knees tremble with stiffness due to physical pain and fear.

Tears come up on my eyeballs.

Lacey thought that because she was a woman, she would somehow never be sifted by violence or anything. The idea broke down from the ground up in front of me. In my head, my opposition to my sight doesn't go away, but with a little violence, my flesh is easily dominated. Tears overflowed with pity and fear.

"Stand up, stand up!!

"Hih."

To the fury of an unheard man, Lacey tries to wake herself up reflexively, but her strength falls out of her knees and she is unable to stand satisfied.

"Hurry up!

"Ha, ha."

Whenever I can raise my cracking anger in my ear, I shudder with fear. I could no longer think of anything else in Lacey's head because of the fear of what she was going to do.

"Take it off."

"Hey, what?"

"Can't you hear me? I said take off your clothes."

Lacey deeply despaired, biting the meaning of the man in front of her with a papery white face.