Dungeon+Harem+Master

When the collector joined Bernhard, he headed to the mansion designated by Peladan.

Bernhard had his first long sword on his hips wearing leather armor. I don't want you to feel like you're talking or anything, and I want you to kill me from the toe to the top of my head. It has been decided from the outset that there will be no negotiations. I had to see the blood tonight. It was a very irresistible atmosphere.

"Klund. I'll talk to Peladan. You keep your hands off me."

The collector remained silent with his eyes dropped on the street. I've been meaning to, but even if we don't get our hands on it, that's not the case when we get our hands off the other side.

In the first place, it is on the other side that Lacey is still in shape. Bernhard's eyes were so congested that they could be seen at night that capillaries were raised 10,000 times in the white eye area. Unresponsive and hesitant, Bernhard continued the conversation with a strangely powerful voice.

"If you're going to lose, I'll definitely take it to talk to you. At that time, ask Lacey. She's so sweet."

Bernhard no longer gives top priority to settling with Peladan over getting Lacey back. The inside of my chest made a scene in a strange and restless mood.

"The one with the peradan. What is a bride? While I know I can't possibly do that."

Bernhard's twinkly twinkle spilled and vanished into darkness.

As I walked with him, I saw a panoramic view of the designated mansion.

It used to be a luxurious mansion with considerable materials and money, whether it belonged to a nobleman or a large merchant.

In the mansion, I saw the garden.

For the most part, long weeds were stretched out because they had not been taken care of for a long time.

One of the doors was open when it broke and stopped moving.

From the gate to the entrance of the hall was stretched a path sprinkled with straight white gravel about thirty meters in sight.

Fire was burning at two-meter intervals, and the area was as bright as daylight.

As the collectors approached the entrance for a breath, they heard footsteps carving the dry stone staircase in a relaxed gait.

Lord of footsteps.

He was a magician in a white mask, a peradan.

"Long time no see, Bernhard. I never dreamed I'd see you like this again."

"Where's Lacey?"

"The Water Spirit (Seylane), the Water Spirit (Seylane), and the Water Spirit (Seylane). It looks like you've been robbed by that monster. Sora, Oldy, Youngdy! It's what the bride wants!

"Dad! Klund!

"Lacey!"

Lacey revealed herself, accompanied by two golden-eyed men.

He is wearing light water colored clothes.

From what I've seen, it doesn't look like they did anything in particular.

The treasurer sighed in relief.

"I've got the money, Peradan."

As Bernhard protruded his money-packed leather bag, Peladan gave him a low laugh as he rattled his mask. Bernhard's chewed back teeth rattled.

"Oh, speaking of which, you might have written that, Bernhard. No, I forgot everything about the joy of seeing you."

"I'm the one you want revenge on. I'll tell you what, it's useless to hurt Lacey and make her tick. I'll slit your own throat right in front of your daughter."

Bernhard let him gently pull it off when he hit the blade on his own throat. In the thin light, a red line ran snugly over the flying throat Buddha.

"Scratch your throat? Oh, no, my breasts don't clear in such a cheap ending. It's gonna be great, Bernhard."

"Then why don't we settle in Sashi, Peladan? I know I'm the only one you can't forgive!

"Hehe. Well, it still has to be. Fully expose your own powerlessness in front of your daughter. If you don't taste the pain of hell by humiliating your daughter's body plenty on top of that, you won't be able to heal that pain, Bernhardwoo!!

Bernhard ran out in a motion that didn't make him feel old when he pulled through the long sword.

It's a stunning disease reminiscent of a cat beast.

The tip of a long sword placed on the upper stage flows like a string of arrows through the dark night.

"Ice Arrow (Iceshot)!"

When the peradan chanted the magic, the ice columns were struck out of the tip of the cane in multiple ways.

Silver glowing ice crystals ran windy.

"Whoa, whoa!

Bernhard swings his body to the left and right to fully attract the arrow of ice. A powerful blow knocks directly next to the ice column without aiming. There was no ice arrow left with the hard sound and it was knocked off. It was a stunning sword judgment so sophisticated and breathtaking.

"Become, Ice Arrow (Iceshot)!"

Brilliantly torn through his technique, Peradan chants by waving his wand again after a moment of stiffness.

"You remember one of the idiots!

Bernhard had cut out the rays at the end of the peladan's gaze and wand. Giant carves stunning sidesteps. Inverted Bernhard kicked the ground with his toes, even leaving room for himself.

Continuing, he brilliantly engages in repeated magical attacks.

I packed the distance from the peradan all at once.

Shadow Binding!

"You've got the wrong time to fight. It's night!

Bernhard reversed to a steep angle to change the direction of travel.

Hit him on the shoulder and pull the surrounding fireworks down from one end. Occasionally, the red lights went out and the two confronting neighborhoods were engulfed in dark darkness.

Peladan's manipulative black circle blends into the darkness of the night.

Moments hardened the movement of the peradan, who lost sight of the position of the circle.

Bernhard leaps big convinced of the victory. The white mask of the peradan shivered into snails and small pieces. The silver wire stretched straight towards the sorcerer.

"but ha"

The next moment, it was Bernhard who raised his anguished voice.

When Peladan switched the cane backwards, he pulled the blade he had hidden and split the leather armor from Bernhard's shoulder to his waist.

Lacey's screams sounded sharply as she drank and watched. Her body, which came forward to rush out, was pulled back to its original position with the fat arms of Peradan's servants, Oldy and Youngdy.

Peladan walks over to Bernhard, who fell for him. A group of moths dancing around, invited by the rays of fire, are distracted as they sprinkle silver scales. Night breezes, from time to time, change their shape over the flames. The patsy, bouncing burn skipped the firepowder.

"You were there one day. The magician's only weakness is the melee. I haven't lived in the last seventeen years."

"Ha, ha, and you followed my advice faithfully."

"I've been waiting for this moment for seventeen years!

Peladan barked like a beast when he put the blade of the planting wand on the upper stage.

The anger that ripped the darkness sounded terribly sad to the collector.

"Stop. Yeah, eh!

I flew like Lacey screamed.

Bernhard doesn't let it be slight, but keeps looking up at the peradan in the same position.

Only the burning flames were burning with jizzy noises.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Do it, Peradan. You deserve it."

Strange silence descended. Speaking of being left in the peradan, all you have to do is shake down the blade and clear up your grudges. The body remains rigid with a bright red light.

"Dangerous!

One spear was thrown into the peladan at the same time as the collector, who was watching over things, screamed.

Bernhard, who remained down across the street, switched positions as he jumped up and held the peradan like it had been played.

Bernhard carved a wild grin on his cheek as he was pierced through the center of his chest.

It didn't make me feel remorse, it was engulfed with masculine sobriety.

"What,"

As Peladan looked around, about twenty men armed with long swords and spears revealed themselves from grass and planting. Was it sneaking up while the two of them were doing it, all of them already flickering their blades while they pulled themselves out to quench their ferocious fighting spirit?

Out of the crowd, a man with bright red hair of glitter advanced a step forward.

There was no intimidation like this on the middle back of the middle meat, but the shady eyes emitted a greedy, greasy light more than anyone else.

"You, Cornelio. What the hell are you doing?"

When Peladan called Cornelio, the man laughed lightly.

The red-haired young man was a sublet of the Cecilio family, Cornelio.

"No, Peradan's husband. I wonder what you're doing with our young man. If they move in the shadows, don't you care? But I'm sensitive to the smell of gold. I checked it out and it turns out that the little girl there is a rare mix of water spirits (Seylan). The raw liver of a virgin of the Water Spirit (Seylane) can be sold at an elastic and high price. It doesn't have to be, you know, once you turn around, you can live a long life or something, and even if you add value and sell it off as a slave, it's pretty good. You shouldn't take possession of treasures. Hey, guys!

Cornelio laughed as the men followed him when he shouted so. It was an inferior sounding laugh.

"You, with all that crap, you've been sticking your neck in!

"No, sir. Money matters. If we get that much money, we can have enough weapons and personnel. Just don't give me that girl. If we get him, we can achieve my ambition. I mean, we can smash down Checilio and get his territory. The way he does it is sweet. That fat territory can squeeze as much money as it takes. But unfortunately, there's only one person in every world who can grab money. The rest of them just stare at their fingers all the time. I shake my fingers in front of the treasure, and I can't help it. If you're not gonna send that girl over quietly, you're gonna have to disappear."

Peladan, no longer silent about Cornelio, held Bernhard up.

"Why, why are you covering for me now! Why don't you do it now!

I guess Bernhard's received spear was fatal. There was a dead minister floating in his face. Lacey running over, kneeling right next to me. Go on, the collector walked over, but the peradan wasn't even alert.

"Dad!"

"Lacey, I'm sorry. Then, Peladan."

"Why not, why not? Ahhh!!

Peradan's mess was more than his daughter's. Lacey is stunned as she stands on her knees without even wiping her flowing tears.

"Now you're on time, Peradan."

When Bernhard said so with a distressed look, he cramped his limbs and stopped moving.

The resounding voice of Lacey melted into the dark night playing the investigation until pathetic.

It was at the same time that Peladan grabbed the wand and jumped to a bunch of Cornelios and the collector pulled Lacey's hand and ran out.

The commander of subletting Cornelio, defeating Cecilio, was brilliant inside only in Australian. Use a long spear on the far wind to make a corrugated attack. It made sense, such as replacing wounded men as appropriate. When it came to the magical attacks unleashed by the Peradan, everyone was thoroughly equipped with a large shield with a magical defensive effect, forming dense formations, creating huge defensive walls, and so on.

A few other men besides Peradan and the men who are fighting death have arrived at a keeper who protects Lacey.

The collector wields a sword from sheath to sheath with one hand to avoid blocking his exit, but he can't get into a less thoughtful offense covering Lacey. I didn't even have time to pull the blade out of the sheath.

"Die ah ah!

One of the men slammed the tip of the large spear with momentum into the sword of the possessor. Gah, and there was a crushed sound of steel, and every sheath fell from its roots. The blood draws away from my whole body.

Previously, a lesson I heard from Sizka crossed the back of my brain.

Look, collector. Do not spare the cost of the knightly things, the armaments, that always put themselves in the struggle.

The last thing you can count on is the strength of the forged steel and the sharpness of the blade.

There's no such thing as a foolish death as being grabbed without sparing a coin and regretting the moment it's chopped up.

"That Osama, what the hell is that?"

When I looked up at the missing part of my body, I thought I would make it.

Next time I'm born again, I want to be a forge.

"Klund!

Scared Lacey pulls her sleeve. Suddenly I was drawn back to reality.

Around the cland, there were about five men gathered. Did Cornelio fully convince himself of the victory, leaving the beginning and end of the Peradans to his men to loosen his cheeks and approach him.

It was absolutely deadly.

I'll look around for something that's going to be a weapon, but I can only find about a small gravel.

My chest beats faster in a hurry and my thoughts don't come together well.

Calm down, calm down first!

I found the antiperspirant string wrapped around the gripping pattern softly wet with hand perspiration.

"Hey, thanks for looking after me."

"I'll give you plenty today, so be prepared."

Those two men were beaten to death by a collector a few days ago.

"Fuck, I'll have plenty of fun before I sell my daughter out there, too."

As the man shook up his sword, the white blade dazzled into his eyes.

I can't take it with a vanished sword.

Death was in front of me.

I tried to jump on a tick or a bee and take my weapon, putting my strength all over my body.

The man's body turned forward.

At the same time, a small shadow jumps from the grass to pull the man down. I don't know who it is, but it was a brilliant tackle. The sword waved by the frightened man struck a shadow.

I doubted my eyes on the pure white monk's coat that I could see properly.

As the collector kicked the man's hips, he raised a shadow. It was Hilda, who was supposed to have broken up earlier. How she got it, she was trying to hold one pretentious long sword. It was over one hundred and twenty centimeters in different lengths.

Hilda loosened her mouth thinly as she had eyes with the treasurer, bleeding a muscle of red blood from her mouth.

There was no cloudiness at all, she smiled like a Virgin.

When the collector clenched the sword offered, he groaned.

On the patterned part, the white cross of the church is engraved. I brought out the monk's things.

There's blood coming from Hilda's cut back.

Immediately a white monk's coat stained Zhu.

"You see, you've been a good help to Mr. Klund. Glad to hear it."

Hilda exhaled roughly as she lay down her sweaty seeping face.

The collector pulled a straight knife out of his sheath as he forced Lacey to hold Hilda back.

Burning hatred runs through your whole body. Even though his chest was hot to burn, the core of his head was strangely chilled out. It's not something I can forgive. It wasn't until I cut it all down.

"Hey guys, I'm not returning my peak tonight!

The long sword ran in the wind.

I ran a silver wire alternating between the blades to the faces of the two men. The red line that ran on the men's faces thickened, the blood thrived and blew out.

Cutting the two down, he rushed out to the three remaining men. A frightened man closed his eyes and rolled out a spear. Turning away and turning away, he stabbed the blade towards his flank.

"Bogu"

A man spit red and black blood and glanced.

When the collector kicked the man in the chest and pulled out his sword, he set his aim on the flashing man next door. I slapped my long sword on the face of a man. Without being able to react to the squeamish sword speed, the man was completely destroyed in the eye and nose, exposing a section like a rotten organ, half spinning and hitting a cauldron.

When the fire fell to the ground with a roar, the fire powder was scattered around it. I made a lot of noise and the rolling burn burned into the dead grass.

"Send him to the underworld before the peladan!

At the direction of Cornelio, the seven rushed to the reinforcement.

As the collector picked up the rolling burning calves, he threw them at the men coming from one end to the other.

"Stop it!

"Come on, motherfucker!

The zodiac saw the flickering gaps of the enemy and jumped to the nearest man waiting for his addition. When I tried to hold him and put my arm around the man's neck, I slammed the sword in his backhand into his chest.

Kicking the man in the hips and pulling out his long sword, he growls and jumps suddenly toward the seven. As he lowered himself and swung his long sword, the man who had his flank amputated fell over his head. The frightened men were frightened and distanced themselves from the possessors.

It was easy to break the siege net.

The collector jumped up to the man directly in front and waved down his long sword. Silver wire was beautifully engraved on the man's face. The man held his hands up and stiffened as he raised the severer.

Two men approached me from behind.

The collector rolled out a long sword in his backhand without looking behind him. The body was buried in the belly of a man by more than half. Using the man's body as a shield, he slammed a sheath in the face of the man who was coming across the street when he instantly flipped. An iron sheath is itself like an iron rod. What, he made a blunt noise, and the man with his face crushed, kneeling to the ground, smothered.

The collector slapped and cracked the back of the sitting man's head as he gently pulled out his sword. From the crushed skull, bright red brains made frequent noises and slapped the ground.

"Hiya!

He took a fierce blow to the back of the man who looked behind him in awe. The man, deeply cut down by a single letter, fell to his depths as he emptied himself with his hands like swimming.

The collector rushed over and held the long sword with both hands and thrust it down vertically toward his heart. The man, like a specimen bug pinned together, moved his limbs and got it for a while, but eventually exhausted.

The last one tried to get away with throwing away his sword, but he let himself fall with too many legs of fear. The treasurer kicked down the burning fire by his side towards the man.

"Wow!

The man rolls around dancing with his whole body caught in a burning flame with a handful.

The collector knocks a long sword with one hand into the chest of a man in flames. The man eventually stopped moving as he raised the black smoke from all over his body.

Cornelio, murdered eleven of his men during the blink, stood on the spot with a ghostly look on his face. Were the remaining men also defeated by the Peradans, and there was no other escort to protect Cornelio.

The collector moves closer to Cornelio with a breath all over his body.

"Wait, wait! Let's talk about it. Yes, the daughter of the Water Spirit (Seylan) will do it to you. So this place grows up with each other..."

The collector kicked the stone steps and jumped before Cornelio finished throwing up all the words.

"Lacey was originally mine!

The long sword drew a sharp silver line diagonally. Cornelio was extinguished with his hands sticking out and his neck roots broken, sprinkled with blood.

"This is the nature of man. I'll do anything for money or color. Adventurers and so on. It sounds good to follow your dreams and dive into the labyrinth, etc., but it stains black to your soul as you continue to fight in the dark. The dirt and stains will never fall off again. Krund, the last thing you want is the wreckage rolling here. Come on, put up your sword. You won't be convinced if you kill me."

Peladan pointed to the keeper. That said, he set up a cane. Behind him were the bodies of his servants Oldi and Youngdi, who lost their lives in the struggle against Cornelio, rolling across the street with their eyes open.

As the collector rushed out, the peladan unleashed an ice arrow (ice shot).

He turned away as he heard the sound of tearing the air out in his ear.

As Bernhard did, it wasn't hard to squeeze the ice-column if you identified the eye-line and the rays on the tip of the scepter. The whole body of the treasurer was wet with sweat like it had been bathed in water. But Peladan's spiritual strength is almost exhausted.

The tide of battle filled me.

The collector walks with his sword horizontally in bark.

Trying to respond, the peradan spell was unleashed.

"Ice Storm!!"

The magic cast on the tip of the wand caused a blizzard of ice, knocking a storm of cold air against the possessor.

When the ambient temperatures dropped once and for all, countless ice columns descended on the icy winds swirling towards the vaulters.

Anthropogenic icy fog covers the area.

Only the dull sound of the ice arrows beating the meat sounded constantly.

Lacey's screams ripped across.

Peladan, convinced of the victory, pounds his knee. The last magic I unleashed drained me. White fog sprayed the night breeze to clear the peripheral vision.

Standing there were the collectors who were shielding the two wrecks from the arrows on the ice column.

"Stupid."

The collector broke in when he abandoned the wreckage.

"Shit, Shadow Binding!"

Peladan cast a restraining magic that sealed the subject's movements.

Black circles slide straight through the ground to seal the moves of the collector.

"Same hands don't work!

When the collector shouted so, he rolled straight to the side as he stuck his sheath against the ground toward the black circle that approached his feet. When the circle recognized the sheath as an object of restraint, it extended its black tentacles innumerably to tie the sheath to the earth. Once the magic effect appears, it takes time to disarm it.

That time-lag decided to win or lose.

The treasurer who kicked and jumped on the ground squeezed his last force and swung through his long sword.

Silver wire runs diagonally from the mage's shoulder to his waist. As the bright red blood tide splashed out, Peladan's hips collapsed to dance out of balance. Did you punch him in the face on the ground, pissy, make a noise and the white mask cracks in two and slides off to the left and right.

Naturally, the face of the peladan became dewy.

The flowing blonde peeking face belonged to a beautiful woman by the time she was awesome.

Then I could also understand her unusual obsession and anger.

Peradan would have had feelings on him that he could only control himself as he continued to dive into the labyrinth with Bernhard for his life.

Lovely and a hundred times more hateful, there are also words.

At the last moment, would her anger, which had not been chosen, have been just the same?

Peladan lays down on his face when he falls into a depression and utters words intermittently, but that was something he could not hear already.

Peladan snuck up to Bernhard as he crawled, spitting blood bubbles from his mouth. Extend your fingertips to the cold man's hand.

The collector looked directly into the sifting peradan's eyes for the first time.

It belonged to one woman, admiring a man who could fall in love with her, with an unbroken heart.

The collector silently pulled Peladan's hand over Bernhard's cold palm. Peladan raised his face as surprised, then slightly narrowed his eyes and loosened his lips.

The collector finally put the long sword in his hand in his sheath, staring into the shadow of a man and a woman who had become one.

A long night was about to dawn. The bodies around the mansion were carried out by the hands of church officials who rushed by the news.

The authority of Marco, the bishop, was more than I thought.

The collectors continued to watch the work, tired and alone at the entrance to the mansion.

"I'm finally alone."

Lacey began to shake her shoulders with a vanished face when she snapped so. The collector, holding her shoulder silently, went with a powerful voice.

"You have me. I'll always be there for you."

Lacey burst into the chest of the treasurer and sobbed like she had returned to the child.

Hilda stood up softly, her hands together and sang in a bell-ringing voice.

It's a soul song.

Hilda sang up to some extent, looking back and smiling softly.

"After all, you can't sing well like a real job. Lacey, can you show me an example?"

Lacey looked up. The collector gently placed his hand on her back, stroking gently.

Lacey stood on the stone steps as she wiped her eyes with her index finger.

Soul Song (Requiem) sounds good. People interrupted the work and looked back.

It's all right.

It's okay, Lacey.

The chopping songs will continue to moisten everyone's hearts as they melt into the gentle darkness that covers the silver carriage pavilion. I don't hope so.

The collector cleared his ears for a strange examination as he stared at Lacey's beautiful side.