Dungeon+Harem+Master

Warrior Bernhard, Heavy Knight Alan, Bandit Clemente and Magician Peradan were impromptu but well-balanced clans inside.

Bernhard is an excellent leader in sword moves. A silent but trustworthy Alan who was born a junior nobleman and uses heavy armor as a shield for his party. Clemente does everything cleverly in the bandit ascent. And Peladan, one of the few adventurers union (guild) subscribers to the precious profession (rare job) mage. The only original acquaintances of the four were Bernhard and Peladan.

How we got to know each other began with Clemente speaking out loud to the dishes about one ancient map he had obtained at the tavern. I guess it also happened to be on the edge that the table was next door. At first, we talked about the authenticity of whether there was an item called the Treasure of Life (Eternal Peace) in the location of the dungeon on that ancient map, but the argument between the four of us escalated because the liquor was in it, and finally we actually talked about making sure with this eye.

At that time, seventeen years ago, the remaining three, excluding Bernhard, were all still in their twenties and were the most fat survivors as adventurers. He also dived into the dungeons to some extent and was becoming a core presence within the Adventurers' Union (Guild).

When this happened, it was natural for everyone to want to achieve more distinguished achievements than one, and to make their name blow within the Adventurers' Union (Guild). The location of the hierarchy indicated by the ancient map was also not so deep, with as few as four members, but they had much strength and confidence to make up for them.

Among them, it was Bernhard's strength as a warrior that caught my eye. The only attack of Peradan, who was a magician, was the output and flashness, but also the disadvantage of being able to use only control and a limited number of times.

But Bernhard in this period was the most fat time to survive as a warrior, and the courage and bold decision to not be afraid of monsters was enough to win everyone's trust in just a few moments. Peladan, Bernhard's best friend, was usually the quiet type.

However, whenever I saw the activity of my best friend, Peradan rejoiced as much as he exaggerated and often made Alan and Clemente laugh bitterly.

Actually, the problem, the hauling (porter) or the wall actor, that is, the clan that cannot place the guard number at bedtime exclusively, only requires extra effort. So much so that even a labyrinth expedition that is not a big deal can weigh heavily on water and food alone if the distance and hierarchy exceed ten round-trip days. Nowadays, magic tools (magic items) have also been developed to compress luggage, developed by the Royal Labyrinth Exploration Laboratory, but never existed. We had to rely on human labor for everything, and instead the strength of the forged flesh was a certainty.

A presence called the Treasure of Life (Eternal Piece), which the four saw when they reached the location of an ancient map, which was well beyond the official stratum of strategy.

It was a hyper-rare monster called the One Water Spirit (Seylane).

Deep in the dungeon, at the bottom of the underground lake, the Water Spirit (Seylane) is no different than a woman of ordinary human race because of her appearance.

On the contrary, a man had a combination of such superb beauty that he would be blinded. Light blonde with long stretches to her feet, big ice blue eyes. White skin stimulated the veterinary appetite of men forced to abstain on a face that looked like it had been crafted in ceramic.

The first thing I noticed was that beautiful song.

In a fight with the crowded monsters, the song was sincerely stained by their bodies, tired as cotton.

The first thing I noticed about her presence was Purposefully Clemente. The companions were distracted by beauty when they saw the water spirits (Seylane) sitting relaxed in the shadow of the rock he pointed to.

"Oh, who is it? Hello, it's true that human language is this."

It was easier to restrain her as she approached without vigilance as a child than to capture a swimming fish.

"Hey, Bernhard. Is this Water Spirit the legendary treasure of life (Eternal Piece)? What a mistake."

Asked Bernhard in a bewildered manner as Clemente tilted his Tsuba Hiroshi hat.

Meanwhile, the water spirits (Seylan) used to complain about bumps in Alan, a state sealed magic tool (a magic item) that was often banned from demonic bondage ropes, but said - nothing, and so on.

"No, it's definitely a decipher of the peradan. I have read in the literature of the Royal Institute that eating the raw liver of the Unsullied Water Spirit (Sei Lane) has an increased life expectancy, increased immunity and rarely caused illness. Those aristocrats who want to live a little longer will buy tens of millions, hundreds of millions of pounds."

"... are you serious. You said it!!

Clemente's brain gradually grasped the situation, eventually exploding with joy. Alan, who is quiet everyday, is also shouting as he holds Peradan's shoulder back. He frowned annoyingly, but also loosened his peladan mouth firmly. You probably haven't figured out the situation, the Water Spirit (Seylane) woman, too, did it - she kept her voice up and made a joyous look.

Bernhard called out as he approached the Water Spirit (Seylane) away from everyone.

"Hey, you."

"Oh, me? I'm not you. It's called Romana."

Romana of the Water Spirit (Seylan) showed her white teeth when she laughed uncontrollably while tied. Apparently, intelligence isn't very high.

"Are you sure you understand the situation?"

"Huh? Um, I don't know, but if it sounds like everybody's having fun, I'm kind of having fun too."

"Don't you have any company?"

"There was your mother. But all along, I died when I was a little girl. So I'm glad lots and lots of people are happy. Because the scary monsters here don't laugh, and they don't get the word."

"You're tied up. I knew you didn't understand anything."

"So I'm not you, I'm Romana. You, possibly, weak balls?

Romana went with a hundred percent goodwill eye to worry about from the bottom of the day. Bernhard returned the words as he drew his mouth back.

"... I'm Bernhard. And don't worry about people being weak or anything. It would hurt."

"Ah. I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry. Don't cry, Bernhard."

Did you really believe in the joke allegations, Romana comforts herself in a tone that softens the toddler, with tears in her big eyes? Sweet, smooth voices are just listening, and my head crackles. Once he turned away, Romana creaked lonely.

"I'm not crying. Even so, why are you still looking fine when you're caught?"

"Hmm. That's good. You asked. If I were near the water, I could make my body look chappy. So, what was the rope that the Bernhards put on so quickly, cheerfully, cheerfully?

Romana brightens her face and strengthens her body in an attempt to perform the special abilities of the Water Spirit (Sei Lane), but purposefully wraps around her body with state-sealed magic tools (magic items) and a banned demonic rope. No matter how hard Romana tried, she couldn't liquefy her body.

"There it is, that's crazy. Hey, Bernhard, what's going on with this?

"… often with magic tools (magic items) so you can't escape."

"Ah, well. I see."

"You're an asshole, after all"

The only job left in Bernhard's line that secured the treasure of your life (Eternal Peace) was to return to the ground and report it to the Adventurers' Union (Alliance) for honor and earn a fortune competing for the Water Spirit (Seylane). Even in the dark dungeons that seemed disgusting, with the bell cave everywhere, it seemed brilliant to the promised four of success. After taking plenty of time to earn distance, we put up a tent and had a banquet. Most of the itinerary is already digested. In a few days, if you can get back to the ground, you don't have to leave any food or liquor you bought.

A row of clans led by Bernhard were each time intoxicated by the glory in front of them, eating meat and drinking.

Clemente joked in front of the bonfire, Alan took off his torso and danced, and the peradan leaned over, but flew his poisonous tongue, putting away a place where Bernhard was about to get rough.

You understand that Romana is also a prisoner, and when the feast was missed, he raised the scene with a song he was good at. Sometimes bravely, sometimes smudgingly, improvised, humanistic songs and voices were beautiful enough to make their peers listen.

Bernhard stared at Romana as he stared at the flames of the burning fire. Soon, Peladan was next door to see if he'd changed his seat.

"Oh, my God, you're so creepy without making a sound"

"That's rude. But Bernhard. I don't think it's possible, but I don't want to sell that water spirits."

"... that's the extra worry. Peladan, I'm an adventurer to the bone marrow. I was looking at his face thinking about what to buy with the money I distributed. Well, she's a beautiful woman, but with the money I sold her, dozens of young slaves can buy as much as they want."

"Then I don't mind. By the way, Bernhard. Are you going to continue to be a dangerous adventurer?

"No, if you sell off that Water Spirit (Seylan), you get honor and money. You can't stay young forever. I guess it's time for this operation."

"Then I have one suggestion. With this money, why don't we open a liquor store? You and me. This adventure also met in that tavern, based on an ancient map that Alan and Clemente had. You sure were a good cook, by the looks of it."

"Not by the looks of it, it's extra"

"Excuse me again. You lead the meal and discriminate against the cook. [M] I'll take care of everything. Get the right conditioning, top musicians, and beautiful service for your store. I wish I could create such a hopeful store to support the young adventurers. What? Profits are outrageous. Sell your dreams, young people. What do you say, it's not great!

Peladan originally looked neat enough to make a scene with his daughters just walking in the city, but his face, speaking of dreams in front of the burning fire, was the most beautiful in the world.

But the demons lurking in the labyrinth did not miss the Bernhards.

It must have been disastrous to be distracted and also to have alcohol in it. The monster who attacked the Tabernacle this night was a rarely seen big man named Giant Spider, the Great Spider.

First, it was Alan the Heavy Knight who noticed the enemy. He bought me plenty of time to swing a big spear and get everyone distanced and back on their posture as he popped out naked in his upper body. When Peladan's ice magic stabbed a stop with a wind hole in the ear belly of the great spider Giant Spider, Alan was already not one of the worlds. Romana sings her soul solving song (Requiem) in an effort to inspire everyone in mourning. In her, Alan was not already someone else.

But her sincerity could not heal Clemente, who was cornered to the extreme either.

"Terrible eh! It's a monster. Whoa! Whoa! I didn't mourn Alan a dozen years ago. Hey!

Clemente kept kicking irresistible Romana like crazy when he changed his usual plagiarized look. He was hesitant to pop out, but he couldn't pop out of Peladan's eyes strangely consciously. Alan's lack completely dispersed the odd sense of companionship so far, and Romana shifted completely to the monolithic prey.

For a while it was Bernhard, who watched Clemente act of sorrow as he chewed down the bitter bug, but he felt unnatural when he saw Romana strangely defending his belly all the time. Communicate with Peladan in eye contact and still Clemente's assault. The fact is, it was the worst thing for the party.

Romana was pregnant.

"I don't know what's going on, it's not going to work unless it's a virgin's liver."

Clemente crushed with her vain eyes in front of a burning fire with a tent in the Tabernacle.

"According to materials from the Royal Institute, the liver of the Water Spirit (Seylane), which did lose its virginity, changes its properties and becomes harmful to the human body."

When Bernhart answered, Peladan went around poking the ashes of the burning fire at the tip of the branch.

"In the long run, do you take the liver after raising the child that the water spirits (Seylan) gave birth to? Most importantly, it will take more than ten years to become an adult. Even if it's half, to some extent it'll be expensive."

"I can't wait for that. Ooh!

Clemente stood up in anger and slowly walked out in the direction Romana was in.

Wait, where are you going?

"Now you hear that, useless leader. Hi. I'm sure it's settled. Oh, let me use that water spirits (Seylan) for meat potty crap. Damn, I've been putting up with things even though they're golden virgins. I'm sorry I cleared up the accumulated depression at best. Yeah, and besides the lust processing, what's the value of that water spirits right now (Seylan)? Hey, hey!

"Wait, this is an order as a leader. Don't get your hands on her."

"Oh, is the leader obsessed with such used holes? Sleep with a mask, you mess!

Bernhard stood still as he watched Clemente walk with a thousand feet toward the inside of the tent.

The peradan silently turns the ashes in the burning fire with elongated branches.

After a while, in the tent, a loud sound of a woman screaming and things collapsing.

"I will follow whatever you do. Bernhard."

As the peladan blurted, Bernhard's body ran out into the tent so that it could fly.

Quiet returns to the darkness of the dungeon after an alternating burst of anger and curse.

How much time has passed?

Next to the peladan, there was Bernhard, who completely lost his expression.

There's only one thing that's different from the previous one.

His right hand was gripped with a long, slightly wet sword with blood.

As the secluded Bernhard returned to the tent, the romana rubbed off remaining tied.

"Hey, I'm crying, Bernhard"

"No, I'm not crying."

"Sorry, I'm sure Clemente got mad because I did something extra"

"You didn't do anything wrong. Just tell me one thing, who's the father in your belly?"

"Yeah. I don't even know his name. He's my uncle."

To sum up Romana's story, they had an adventurer who reached the location of the Water Spirit (Seylane) only once a year or so ago. When the man found Romana, he said he was no longer on the verge of catching his breath in a half-dead state. Poor Romana asked the man. There was something left to do at the end.

The man's wish was an unending and pathetic one. He lived until he was born into a poor farmer and struggled to see something white in his hair. I signed up for the Adventurers Union (Guild) with bloody thoughts, then came and went with only the dungeons and the earth for a long time without being able to achieve merit. For the man, the labyrinth exploration was everything. I twisted the cost of my adventure with the thought of shredding myself, and one day, until today, I have dreamed of a day of success. I'd at least like to hold a woman as beautiful as an angel like Romana to the remnants of the world for once. Adventurers were virgins in this world until the year they were classified as old husbands. The adventurer had managed to crush the flames of life the moment he became one with Romana.

"Why, why are you doing such a stupid thing"

"Hmm, stupid? I don't know, but I know that my uncle really needed me."

Just that once.

I got pregnant just once.

Bernhard looked into the innocent eyes he never knew to question the Romana man, and he could not seem to be an endlessly dirty creature by himself.

I was completely distracted.

The blame was all on Bernhard.

I misread the position of the bottomless mud, which should have been on the map. By the time I realized it was too late. In front of him, the peladan and Romana nest all the way down to his waist. The only feeling of helplessness immersed Bernhard's entire body that could have crawled out of the swamp.

"Huh! I'm going to help you now, Peladern!!

"Burnhard, whoa!!

Peradan was frightened by the fear of the mud swallowing up to his chest as he distorted his beauty.

The usual calm mask was not there, and his desire for an intuitive raw like a young man in his twenties had been thrown out. Meanwhile, the Romana of the Water Spirit (Seylane) does not scream one scream while keeping her whole body in captivity. Clear blue eyes and gaze staggered like a lake.

The two positions are equidistant from Bernhard, but the peradan sank faster because of the weight being heavier than Romana.

"Hurry up, please. Yep!!

"I'm throwing Zaire now! Take it, Peladan."

Only one zail was held by Bernhard. Literally, only one of them could be pulled up with a lifeline.

(Forgive me, Romana. I have to save the peladan!

Curse me for abandoning you.

Curse me, resent me.

Humans, scorn me to the bone marrow for being so thin.

- Otherwise, I will.

The voice was a clear and strange singing voice without any stray.

Oddly enough, the place calms down. Seeing the peladan, he had also regained some calm and stopped screaming.

It was an odd pitch. Naturally, I don't even understand what the lyrics mean.

But something warm spreads all over my chest, like I'm wrapped in my mother's love just listening.

Yes, Bernhard knew from the beginning who was singing this song.

The Water Spirit (Seylan) sang with mercy until the last moment of his sinking into the infinite mud.

Forgive me.

I prayed only once for the last time.

I won't be allowed to pray any more.

This sinful thing to me.

"Why not? Oh, Bernhard! How could you help that woman, not me!!

"It's not my family, I thought we swore we'd live together all the time, even if we weren't connected by blood. Ahhh!!

"Well, I was the only one who thought you were family!

"When the child of the Spirit of Water is seventeen, I will surely appear before you and devour her liver alive! Look, I'm sure of it!

In Bernhard's head, only the screaming of peradans sinking into the bottomless mud crept away. All that remained in front of me was the figure of one Romana, who was pulled up after grabbing Zaire.

"Why not?"

"Why, I don't even know. Whoa! And why not? We only thought of you as a loot item. How can you sing a song while laughing in that situation? Tell me, Romana!

"Huh!... eheh"

Romana smiled modestly with a lonely look. The light blue clothes she was wearing are coated in scorched brown with muddy soil.

But I felt like Bernhard had understood for the first time the mind of an adventurer such as her smile as beauty.

"Finally, you called me by my name. Bernhard."

More tears overflowed and my vision stained bright blue. If I noticed, I was holding the woman in front of me.

Bernhard cries like a child.

Only then did this woman vow to her soul to continue to protect her until she died.

After listening to Bernhard's long story, the collector sighed deeply.

Surely, if that were true, for Peradan, Bernhard would be an uncluttered vendetta that would never tire of tearing up meat and chewing it up to the bones.

I don't even know what it's like to resent Romana or Lacey, who was in my stomach then. But I don't. Peladan was betrayed by the man who believed most in the world.

And he's crawling up from the bottom of hell and now he's trying to avenge Bernhard. Motivation is not alongside previous enemies. If the magic you use is unknown, you don't know what weapons you have that can't even be cured by the power of a contract.

But I decided to save Lacey. Happy or unhappy, he cut me four days left until the deadline for a rematch. Firstly, a million P (pounds) must be made available first. It would be better not to do small work such as showing off poorly.

"I'll just leave you with one burnhard. No matter how many words you make, it doesn't change that you betrayed Peradan. You're gonna have to risk your life to help Lacey."

"My, my life."

From Bernhard's eyes, he is completely disillusioned. Is it not the awesome warrior who was here in the past, but just a common middle-aged man who hurts his chest about his daughter?

So you're saying I'm the only one who can save Lacey?

"Sasaru is a fantasy world. The difficulty is berry hard. By the way, Master, is there a man around here who might be able to offer me a million pounds?"

"If it's gold, there's only half a million P (pounds) we've managed to collect here. The only person who seems to be able to ask for it is the loaner's Cecilio parent, but I already owe him too much money."

"Oh, because I'll borrow it instead. You wait here. And if anything happens to Hilda, I want you to mind."

"It's only midnight, Klando."

"Oh well. Mm-hmm. Then I'll sleep all night. You should be asleep, too. When the morning arrives, we're on the move!

"... ha. Even you must have been scattered by the peradans. Totally tough or don't screw it up? Somehow, it's starting to sound silly that I've been worried about alone. I'll go around and see if I can borrow it again tomorrow."

"Yes, that's the intention! Lacey won't scratch a scratch. I'll get it back!

"Right, and if it does, I'll leave Lacey to Crand. I'm drawing Romana's blood. That girl won't be satisfied with the same man. But don't you dare call me Dad."

"If you don't make that light mouth, you'll be fine."

"I can't believe he's sitting around watching people change."

Peladan told Lacey to take off her clothes in front of her only to find out if she had hidden useless weapons somewhere. Satisfied to detect Lacey in her underwear, Peladan locked her room and left.

"You don't have to punch a girl in the face. Damn, yeah."

Lacey tries her tongue out against the door where no one is, but she quickly vanishes and stops.

The clothes handed over were of the type that fitted the body perfectly with a light water-colored dress of a slightly outdated shape. There is a big look in the center of the room. Reflecting my body, strangely I didn't feel so uncomfortable.

"Hmm, only color passes"

When I sat on the bunk with nothing to do in particular, the last thing that came to mind was the fallen figure of the last collector I saw. Lacey only thought about the young man who came out of the country eating up about the collector in the beginning. But the long sword on his hips was not an ornament. The appearance of wielding a sword of considerable weight reminded me of the valiant warrior without the usual blurry feeling of fine dust.

(Why are you thinking about being a knight in a picture story at a time like this? Not if you're dreaming.)

I shook my head and looked around and the black coat I was used to seeing on the floor was falling off.

"This belongs to Klund. You can't drop that masked man because he's a loot."

Did the peladan you were earlier unconsciously drop, or is it just dumb?

The coat has mutilated marks all over it, with bright red blood paste attached to it.

It undoubtedly belonged to the collector.

(Or do you deliberately try to scare me off by dropping it? really insidious one)

Lacey picked up her coat and buried her face softly.

(Smells slightly like a keeper. And blood)

Seeing tears all over the place but sewn with clumsy needle carriage, I imagined the collector struggling badly, and Lacey smiled dusty. This room is set up for women. Exploring some of the dresser drawers made it easy to find sewing tools.

"Bye. So, do you sew properly? Yeah, that white masked one. Anyway, Klander and Dad are here to help, and this coat will go back to its owner."

Precisely sew the part where Lacey was mutilated by a needle carriage with no gaps or where she flaked.

When I spread it out after the repair, I tried not to see it because there is blood paste everywhere but I can't wash it right now.

Secondly, I was stunned when I noticed the stitching at the far end.

It was written there by an embroidery that apparently seemed to be a woman's needle carry.

Fortunately for my beloved husband's journey.