Dungeon+Harem+Master

The two men sneak in with a giraffed gaze as they pull out a wide range of mountain swords.

The opposing collectors did not carry a single piece of iron, they were restrained all over their bodies and could not help moving.

"It's not like I like killing people. At least make up your mind in one breath so you don't suffer. Ah. Don't be a jerk."

"Besides, why don't you let me know why you're killing me?"

"I know you best."

When the man shouts his ass and laughs, he is grinning at the beard of the insensitivity he has grown on his jaw.

The fallen eyeballs were cunningly luminous.

"And in the meantime,"

One of the men pushed hard against her shoulder as she stood in front of Reese.

Reese fell in, groaning small enough to overlap the collector on the ground.

As if I wasn't interested in what was going to happen, I didn't even have a slight movement in my expression.

Her expression is not uncommon that the collector has seen many times before. Eyes are filled with nothingness. He was a living doll who lost interest in his life itself.

"Thank you. I thought I was lonely to travel in the afterlife. At least he's the bride of the underworld. Be adorable at best. Sorry we're out of use, but Yikes!

I don't even have to ask. Fulcanelli was just going to bury the waste collectors here.

A man's mountain knife shimmered demonically in the pale light of the lantern.

Run in the wind buzz.

The collector switched Reese's body when he flipped his body in an instant.

The sound of slashing the rope sounds fierce.

A blade like a thick natta deeply slit her shoulder blade and her wrist tied to her rear hand.

Blood sprayed up from the flesh and arms on the shredded back.

"Oh yeah!!

There was a white spark in the back of my brain. Severe pain brightens the retina. The wide open blue of the lease in front of me jumped into the big picture.

The collector turned to the men when he inverted his body.

A man in a hurry for a sudden move shook up again with a mountain knife in his hands.

I clashed my legs still tied to the man's tibia.

A man out of balance took one hand off the score aggressively to balance it.

He grabs a wrist with a mountain knife and twists it up as he stretches out his long arm released from the rope.

The power of the collector far surpasses that of the ordinary man. Even though the man was an adventurer in the war, he was no match for an auspicious arm forged up like steel in many battles.

The cockroach sounds dull and the wrist bones are crushed.

"Ahhh!

Don't change one eyebrow to a man's scream and grab the man's hair with your left hand.

Slipped the blade of the snatched mountain knife down the man's throat.

"Ofu."

The blade moved diagonally as it buried deep in the swollen throat Buddha.

Zach, bright red blood spills out of my throat.

The man slowly opened and closed his mouth as he rang from Hugh and the trachea. A mass of blood is spit out so that you can cough up. The man's pupils increased in depth and range in an instant so that ripples on the surface of the water spread.

When the collector put the man's body aside in a seated position, the other remaining ran away at once screaming. One crack just killed him and he panicked. The marvel left for now.

Trying to catch my breath, returning it to me. The man is a Fulcanelli assassin. If we go back to the party, we'll blow things into nothing and make our members turn their hostility towards us.

"Damn, it's just a mess from next to next."

The collector broke his ankle commandment as he waved a mountain knife at the pain in his back and arm. I look at a woman who doesn't move while she's still neat and punches her tongue.

Nevertheless, I couldn't leave one of my suddenly self-lost leases on this occasion. Until just before the men attacked, though they had acted to keep an eye on the collectors according to the Lord's command, there was not even any indication from her now that they would engage in some sort of voluntary act.

Literally, it was like a living doll.

If you try to be a collector, you don't have the in-laws to protect Reese's life and give it to Fulcanelli. On the contrary, enough to do a full canelli return of interest.

"There's no way you can do that, man."

But hurting a woman just like Meryandale was also too bad aftertaste to let go.

It is no exaggeration to say that Reese is also a victim.

The phrase that was treated like a tool, it almost ended like a thing.

It was like a model case where all the lives of slaves depended on the mood of the Lord.

"My sword!

As the collector shouted, Reese shook slightly left and right with no expression.

I don't even try to get up dressed like I poked a butt cake.

I felt like I was talking against the wall because of my lack of response.

"It's a sword! Plus, luggage!!

When even a man emits a trembling rage, she finally fingers the rock shade behind her.

The collector quickly wore it when he regained a set of gear hidden in the indicated location.

"Did you just take the sword..."

There was no “black lion” of love knife. What was left behind in the shadow of the rock was a black coat and lantern, slight water and food that got in the way when restraining the collector.

The collector confirms the snatched sword by placing it on the lantern light. Though thick and robust, the figure was a few hits of cheap. It could not be compared to the “Black Lion”, one of the Romless Three Holy Swords.

"It's better than not. Hey, stand the fuck up. What are you talking about? It's cancer!

The collector peeled the mask that was covering the bottom off his nose as he took the arm of the leash that was still sitting up and forced him to get up.

Pull a thousand pieces of head wear with a rambling hand.

There appeared the face of Meriandale and the living copy.

My chest hurt just a little when I saw my bright brown hair flowing down to my hips.

"Let go..."

"Ah? If you're standing here, it's just the food of the monsters."

"Fine, nothing."

Reese twinkles like he's not interested. The line of anger in the zodiac's brain wrecked two or three pieces together.

"Hey, don't get me wrong. Nothing. I'm not pulling you out of here trying to help out of kindness. You just want the party guys to testify that Fulcanelli used his men to get rid of me."

"I am his slave. I think I will testify against the Lord."

"I will. Absolutely. I'll take a look at it."

The collector assured me that he played Reese's forehead with his index finger. Reese faces the pain and turns sideways to avoid gaze.

"For the most part, I don't know how many slaves I've been made so cocky. You're dealing with Mary's substitutes. You won't even be able to kill emotions, mainly because of the biocidal deprivation."

Reese first gets a human look when he hears the words of the collector.

I scorned everything. I smiled thinly with my eyes and snapped.

"Substitutes,"

Before the collector asked what the word meant, he heard a singing that flowed low from the direction where the man escaped.

"What?

Softly clear your ears, the singing slowly grows louder as you approach.

Continued, huge footsteps echoing through the cave have followed.

The deafening roar stills perfectly with a huge shadow.

The dedicated lantern shivered unconsciously.

"Seriously. It's not summer insect collection..."

The collector was unintentionally poisoned by the nightmarish monster in front of him.

The entire length would be slightly over ten meters. A creepy big spider appeared snug.

While chewing down one man's lower body with a giant jaw.

"Yes, oh, no!!

From the man's waist down to the mouth of the great spider had already fitted.

From the flank, the exposed colon is drawn out and draped like a rope.

She had a beautiful pink color that seemed to smell like even undigested contents.

King Spider.

It is the most ferocious insect-based monster in the Dungeon Low Hierarchy.

From the head and chest, a giant double eyed crept around the area.

He has the lower body of an adventurer man who just ran away in his mouth.

You're chewing slowly, and the sound of a bad joke about a man's guts and bones being polished echoes around you.

The ugly, swollen belly had a blue and white color, and each of the eight protruding legs was as big and thick as a round too.

When King Spider roughly crushed the man's body with huge fangs, he secreted venom and digestive fluid into his mouth, slowly dissolving out his prey.

"Jiuuuuuu, I don't want to die. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!?

The face of a man injected with venom at once raised countless sarcomas in an instant.

My eyes spill like ping-pong balls.

As the blackish mucus overflowed his orbit, he wet the man's cheekbones.

The face waves hard like crumbling clay.

Then it melted like melted ice cream all at once.

When King Spider delivered the meat wreckage neatly into his mouth so as to sip it up, it adhered to the spot without being slight.

"Hih."

Witnessing the man's far too awesome end, Reese even held his mouth with both hands.

As the collector pulled his jacket around, he drew the leash to his waist, placing the mountain knife horizontally.

King Spider started the assault without any preliminary motion.

Black, long legs like a tree are swung down vertically.

"Ha!

The collector rolled around holding the lease and dodged it.

The cave is almost as flat as the ground, with countless raised rocks.

Every time I slashed my cheek and punched all over my body, my breath was stuck in pain. Shortly after breathing, enemy attacks were repeated.

Whenever the big spider's leg was shot down sharply, the sticking rock smashed in front of him and a fine earthen smoke rose.

Whoa, whoa, I hear a strange roar in the distance.

Eat even one blow and it could be fatal.

The collector flipped his jacket and jumped as he threw the lease far rearward.

Black hairs slap a mountain knife against a surprisingly grown leg.

The pale black blood drifted away leaving the feeling of slapping the ancient tire.

A lukewarm bloody tide beats his face vigorously.

The moment I closed my eyes reflexively, I remembered the illusion that my torso had disappeared.

King Spider's legs were rolled out to crucify his torso.

It's like a frontal collision with a ten-ton truck.

The treasurer's body clashed against the rear rock wall when it was bounced off as it floated.

The back was subjected to a strong impact like a shattered scatter, and the retina clouded bright red.

thrown to the ground from the face.

Barely poked his hands to mitigate the impact.

The sleeves of both arms are exposed to fine, ripped and damaged bright red meat as they were sprinkled on the yasles.

The impact has already let go of the mountain knife. I can't even afford to fight back.

Pick up the big rock of the cobwebs in front of you. He threw it in the direction where King Spider seemed to be due to a rash.

You were bewildered by the unintentional attack. When the rock drew a parabola and flew, it hit King Spider's double eyed.

Almost at the same time, Reese's sad screams broke from behind.

Pick it up while running a lantern thrown out on the ground. When I reached the front of my voice, there was a huge dark channel with a pompous mouth open in front of me.

Reese fell into a hole as he fled the blind end of the spectrum. Barely hanging on some of the rock walls with one hand. I can't even see the bottom with the lantern on. A pale look was reflected in the slight light of the lantern. Her complexion was as bright as paper, her trembling teeth pounding her stirrups into small pieces.

"Help..."

The collector reached out as he crawled on all fours.

I grabbed a wrist as thin as a twig and put my strength into it.

"Oh no!!

I felt unusual wind pressure coming from behind me at the same time Reese screamed. Extreme shocks struck my whole body to pieces. After a moment of floating sensation, the body danced into the void.

The collector crashed upside down into the back of the bottomless darkness as he held the lease into his chest.

I woke up with the feeling of potpouts and droplets hitting my forehead.

"This place..."

The collector seems to have fallen to the bottom of the dark canal with the lease in his arms. In my chest, a unconscious leash is neat. Swimming palms on the ground, the area was fine sandy.

"Damn, don't have trouble deciding if you're lucky"

If you lay the leash gently on the spot, retrieve the lantern rolling over your eyes and nose.

When I glanced around the area, there was a space around about five meters radius. Did it work that fell almost vertically? Neither of us seemed to have any major injuries.

The hole is less than ten meters deep.

With the lantern overhead, King Spider crawls this way in the abyss of the hole

felt the breath of

Apparently the hole is too narrow to come inside.

There are organisms in the dungeon that are susceptible to predation at any cost other than ourselves.

The collector decided to wait patiently for the great spider to give up and disappear from the abyss of the hole.

Climbing the rock wall will be fine after that.

I lowered my hips to the sand and removed the dried meat from the tool bag. I cheek and chew slowly when I rip it into some fine pieces. Do not drink until shattered and withdraw saliva. As he performed that monotonous motion until his jaw was tired, he felt signs that the leash would move his body.

"Hey, have you noticed?"

She awoke when she spoke, reflexively lagging off the spot. Then soon I knew that the Lord of the Voice was the Folder and I could see and pull my strength out of my body.

Are you hurt?

I noticed and spoke up. Reese reached for her right ankle as she glanced at her face. He had a slight fever when he wrapped around the hem of the monk's coat and touched his ankle. Grabbing it gently, Reese lowered her eyebrows between her brows.

"Does it hurt? Well, it's not broken, but it's a little twisted."

Remove the ointment from the bag and apply to the affected area. The unique smell of ointment pokes my nose.

Simple treatment was completed when the ankle was secured against movement with a bandage.

"There's still that big spider sitting up there. We're not the only ones feeding him, so he'll be gone soon."

"Oh, that."

"What?"

Reese looked down in disgrace in a voice that seemed to disappear, thankful.

"What, you can talk properly. You can't thank me enough. It's hard to calculate. We need to get you home and solve everyone's misunderstanding."

"I liked that girl so much."

"That girl? Oh, you mean Mary. You're my partner for once. Besides, that Fulcanelli bastard is too dangerous. Either way, you've been licked so far, you've been imitated, you've got to wear black and white clarity."

"Did you like that girl so much? Hey, what do you want to do with her?"

"You've decided what you want to do. We're going to continue our adventures together forever. Oh, it's our policy to get rid of the bugs."

"There's no way I can do that."

Reese slightly distorted the crease even strangely, then had eyes full of clear sympathetic colors.

See you later.

The treasurer could not hold his chest to piercing.

With Meryandale and the melon two faces, when they do it, it comes to my head asexually.

Naturally, the mouthfeel became rough.

"What the hell is that? Even so, Reese. You really look just like Mary. Where did the Fulcanelli bastard buy you? Big Slave City in the meantime."

Reese, when he rounded his eyes, made a facial expression that was taken lightly.

Her neat face began to twist oddly and eventually blew out abruptly loud.

Crazy, tall laughter echoed the surrounding rock walls, punching him in the ear. When Reese ignores the pain of the sprain and folds it into a letter that punches the ground with one hand and laughs off.

Crazy.

That was the only reaction I could think of.

The collector drinks a bitter crust as he blues his expression. After a roundabout, I grabbed her shoulder and rocked it hard.

"Whoa, what the hell is going on! Hang on. Whoa!

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, hey, I'm sorry! Oh, no, it's so funny that you, hey... dude, this is so funny!!

Reese is trying to breathe with his face facing to the ground as he puts his hands wide up and down his shoulders about the sand.

As he pressed his back, he turned to his face with tears in his eyes.

There was a trendy cheek and an irresistible fragrance in the nagging eye area.

"Hey, you. I think it's really convenient to find your sister Sokki's slave that way."

"No, 'cause otherwise, I wouldn't be able to explain why you're here right now.

... maybe you and Mary are with your twin sisters!

"That's incorrect. You can't even kill emotions because you're a slave. That's true. Hey, you've been so nice to me. Anyway, I'm not likely to get out of here for the time being, and I can seed you if you want. Do you want to hear it?

"You rapped somewhat.... Oh, I would love to know what your stupid laugh means. I like to make fun of people, but I don't like being ridiculed."

"Well, then, instead of talking, I'd like you to do me a favor"

"What the fuck?"

Reese grinned as she met Pong with both hands in front of her face, looking even merrier.

It's as bright as it sounds to be someone else to keep your mouth shut until now.

"Klund, from now on you will be my slave. Isn't this a very good idea?

The look of Reese narrowing her eyes like a three sun moon and making her voice bounce.

That was nothing less than Meryandale.

Meriandale kept moving as part of the group trying to leave herself to the stream.

The map directions in the back of my brain don't even float at all about what difficulties I might have ahead of me.

At the break up, the wounded look the collector showed.

It floats and disappears over and over again. My chest hurt strongly.

(Why didn't Cland cover up there when he said something like that?

The reason was simple. It is jealous.

Meryandale has been bittersweet to see him hang on to his monks, Liliera and Arianna.

(Why did you slap me, me? Cland, I'm sure you're hurting me so bad. Even though I'm the only one who has to believe that everyone doubted me about Klando)

My brother Fulcanelli and I didn't get used to it well because of how we were at home.

No, to be honest, it's probably even a miracle that I can talk to my brother without losing my sanity.

Trying to remember when I was at my parents' house in the first place, I get a rash and no reason pain in the back of my head sexually.

(No, no, no. Now, I'm talking about Klund. I wonder why Klund needed to attack Liliera in the first place)

Meriandale managed to keep Fulcanelli involved more than necessary when the party took a small pause in the middle of the sixth tier and heard from Liliera about the assault.

"I'm sorry, I don't think you'd like to remember either. Well, I was wondering if you could tell me a lot about the killer who attacked you."

"Hey! Liliera is deeply hurt! Just because you're the leader's sister doesn't mean you're allowed to do anything!

Even the same monk, Arianna was a win-win and short-minded personality as opposed to a modest liliera.

The two have been best friends since childhood, and I guess the disaster that happened to my friend for that matter was an unforgivable act for Arianna.

He embraces Liliera as she covers herself shaking like a scared little bird.

Deeply trusted and loving.

"Yeah. Sorry, just a little bit, really just a little bit"

"Mostly you didn't cover for him then either. Great! What the hell!

"It's..."

I had to shut up when they followed me there. It was Meryandale.

At that time, Fulcanelli struck me in the ear that the collector was costing me a strange move by himself, and I also helped a little chi to make a statement that made me doubt him.

(Besides, I thought I'd find the real killer one of these days)

"Hey, do something there. Please!

"You know......!!

"Fine."

"Liliera! You're a jerk."

"Yeah. Thanks, Arianna. But I want to be clear, too. When I think of that time. And..."

"And?"

The voices of Meriandale and Arianna were hammered.

"Klund, you know, we just talked a little bit about it, but I don't know if we're gonna do that, do we? I'm starting to feel that way. Over time, yeah."

"Hmm? Mm, well, I'm certainly not the type to say that Clande is thoughtful, but what about there, Meriandale"

"Yeah. Klund doesn't attack from the shadows. Yikes! Probably, if you want to, you know, go directly to the person."

"That's not good enough. Oh, but you might find out. He looks like an asshole."

Arianna put her eyebrows in eight letters and pointed her lips when she put her hands together with some unconvincing look.

I'm sure you won't be able to match the image of the Rapist who attacked Liliera with the statue in the back of your brain. The collector was clearly the image of the yang, not the shady image of pushing it down for the Kosovoso gap. Instead, it seems like it would be a good idea to "attack now" before that.

"Well, I'll get back to it. Liliera, can you talk to me from the beginning?"

"Ah, yes. We were all banqueting around the bonfire then, weren't we? So, I'm not very alcoholic either, so while I'm being recommended a lot, I'm stuck with the cup."

"I wonder if Crand was next door at that time."

Meriandale urged the conversation by putting her index finger down on the crease.

Turn to Liliera and Arianna answers.

"Uh, uh. Yeah, yeah, the one from Klando. It's obviously a small one! She screamed in a big voice! We were just kidding around with the lady, and it was so exciting."

"Ha. I think Klund would be nice. Because I was out of my seat then and already in the tent. Do you remember where Liliera was?

"Yes. Blurry though. So, you know, I've been drinking too much, and I figured, you know, I'm sorry I held that, and I'm trying to be as good as I can from everyone."

"Hey! I always said you shouldn't be alone in that case!

"I'm sorry, but Arianna was so drunk, she said it was dangerous the other way around. So, as soon as I got to the side of the rock shade, I was pushed down from the side... hiccup... and then I was torn through my clothes..."

"Good luck, my liliera!

"So...?

"Yes. I thought I couldn't do it anymore, and then on the way, Fulcanelli approached me screaming and waiting while screaming from a distance - screaming. If you were holding onto me, when you left, whispering your tongue, it was the lady who was holding you, Clandon, and screaming, run away. Soon after that, Fulcanelli lit up my face with a lantern, hiccups... scared me,"

"You suck!

"Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute! Hey, you two, I don't know if there was anything strange about this right now! Obviously, there it is!?

"Oh, what?"

"What is it?

Liliera and Arianna are looking back at Meryandale with a decent face.

He had innocent eyes like a toddler who didn't notice such obvious contradictions.

"Thank you for your cooperation…"

Meryandale was determined to move away from the party and back to the collector when he dropped his shoulder as he weakened.

At first I thought I was doing it deliberately.

"Somehow, this is how wrongdoing comes about," he said.

I was convinced when I heard Liliera's testimony. I didn't do the collector.

At least Mitsu had plain evidence lying around.

That means there's a killer at this party.

It's bad for everyone, but for Meryandale, it's a clan of rushes.

There was no blame on my conscience for throwing it away and running away.

(Well, I wonder why I wanted to join this clan in the first place. Oh, speaking of which, it's full canelli......)

Meryandale only divided his baggage from the inside of the tent and stored it in the back.

The enchanted back compresses the space and packs large amounts of luggage immediately.

"Ok, my item ai is no different Campecki!

When I praised myself with my hands on my hips, I was not sure if I should say a word to Fulcanelli before going. I had a lot going on with him, but still, if I tried Meryandale, I had a strong memory of following him as he cried with his sister.

(Yes, what is Fulcanelli all sorts of - eh!?

See you later.

It is also this feeling.

When you try to remember your memories with Fulcanelli, unusual pain overwhelms your whole body.

"With him, yes, Fulcanelli and I, in my sister and brother"

My fingertips cramp into small pieces and my vision narrows down.

Come to think of it, no one at the party can possibly notice such obvious hypocrisy. If you don't notice, everyone can only remain plain idiots.

"Because..."

What if we had all treated ourselves with obvious malice from the beginning?

Liliera is a devout Romless believer.

If you are sent to prison, none of you will be released even if the truth turns out.

"Cland's in danger."

The most important thing now is to get him out of this dungeon and evacuate him to a safe place.

Meriandale focuses her feelings solely on the collector, enduring the pain.

When I accidentally felt signs behind my back and tried to look back, I was struck hard by the back of my head.

A fierce white spark scattered in front of him, causing him to lose consciousness.

A few hours later, the bodies of Liliera and Arianna were discovered in a place that could have been removed from the Tabernacle.

The faces of the parties, with the exception of Meriandale, are each coloured with strong emotions.

What could be called anger accounted for the majority of them. Unfortunately, their breasts had been severed deep, and a holy sword, the Black Lion, dyed bright red, had been thrown beside them.