Dungeon+Harem+Master

Meriandale Carlier was raw in the West Palm Forest of the King's Capital.

He was a family member of the Duke Marquis for generations and a fairly old blood muscle as an alchemist.

"Home is what boys inherit"

and Meryandale, who if taken from his real father, Lord Samuel, would hit the fifth woman, was in a position of extreme uninteresting.

The woman had decided from the beginning what to give to her daughter-in-law anyway.

Maybe not, and her fiancée had been decided at the same time as she was born.

All that was left in her life was to daughter-in-law into a "quite" house, waiting to be fifteen years old, and give birth to a child.

Live according to a determined aristocratic rail. That was destined to be the best life of a woman in this world, and there was no room for doubt.

According to Meryandale, thirteen, also an elderly brother, Craig, who serves the Wang Capital with his four sisters who were married to other houses, face to face about a few times a year, too far apart to recognize him as a family. Now it's impossible to be conscious as brothers and sisters. The daughter-in-law sisters are not the first to come back to their parents' house unless they are also separated. The only two brothers she could recognize as family were essentially, Full Canelli under one and Cain under four.

The three, except Craig, were sometimes close in age and were close. Meriandale loved her two brothers equally and said she was a sister brother with no particular problems.

Destiny had suddenly changed because Craig, the eldest son, was on the edge of a sudden death in the king's capital.

I didn't find anything particularly suspicious about it. It was a horseback wreck while serving.

Here, it is Fulcanelli, who hits the second child, who has emerged as a candidate for the governor's inheritance.

His talent as an alchemist was not particularly remarkable. Still, it was on a level that would not be quite degrading to my family as a famous person if I had an excellent assistant.

It happened on the arrowhead, where Fulcanelli was supposedly to be chosen as the successor to the Carlier family with the consent of one gate.

It was not until Cain, the third son, was seen by one of the three princesses, the princess of the clan, who led to the landscape fatigue of the Shi (Minister of Administration), while he was in Wang Du.

Though the Carlier family is famous, it is a rural nobleman.

The benefits of being connected to a clan of ministers, almost at the apex of the state, are immeasurable.

Cain's engagement to the princess of the famous family in the form of his succession to the governor of the Carlier family is in order, and his luck has begun to show unprecedented and incalculable signs of luxury. What did not subside, on the other hand, was Fulcanelli, who was deprived of the housekeeper in the form of his brother jumping his head over him. The cold treatment towards him became evident every day he pursued. Even a maid in the mansion didn't even seem to greet him when he got home. The self-esteem of the boy, only twelve years old, was crushed by wood dust.

Fulcanelli repeatedly slurped like an apparatus, and the women of the mansion and territory laid their hands from one end, slaughtering them with or without dislikes. Afraid of breaking the fringe, Lord Samuel ran to the end of Fulcanelli. Even with him, there was a bad bat that took the governor's inheritance from Fulcanelli without any particular flaws. Most things used a great deal of power and money to bury a gate of shame in the dark. Now, if Cain was incapable, Fulcanelli could also comfort herself by saying, "He just took the housekeeper away with a woman's chicara," but the reality was heartless.

Cain's ability as an alchemist was remarkable, and he succeeded in bringing the family's secrets, which until then had been considered impossible, from next to next.

Cain was also born with a pure personality of brotherhood. I never even showed signs of disobedience no matter how much my rough brother tried to curse about himself. Cain was constantly showing himself listening to his brother with pitied eyes. If this continued at all times, there would no longer be any family left to watch Fulcanelli with sympathetic eyes to devote their affection, leaving no one on their side, etc. It was only one Meriandale who consoled such a rough and continuous love as his unchanging sister and brother. Her dedication to seriously scolding Fulcanelli for repeating her profanity and trying to correct her deeds only allowed her to cultivate a distorted affection for Fulcanelli.

As for Meryandale, I wanted her to recover purely as a family who figured out blood, but for Fulcanelli, only she became everything in her life.

Everything about Meriandale,

It is love,

It is gentleness,

She was a goddess who kept protecting the lonely Fulcanelli.

Having captured Meriandale's affections in a distorted way, Fulcanelli conveyed favors that went beyond sister-brother love many times, but Meriandale smiled at them. It was brewed by snoring in full canelli without thought. At last, Fulcanelli decided to multiply the shade by the night in an effort to forcefully connect her with her real sister.

But Cain was extraordinary in everything. He was aware beforehand that his brother had an unusual affection for his real sister. Immediately before the assault, the family, who was lying down, captured Fulcanelli in peace. The imprisoned Fulcanelli was transferred under house arrest to relatives in other territories. Branded a complete obstructionist, Fulcanelli lived his life in the cell to which he was transferred, and it was thought that his sister and brother would no longer face each other. Meryandale was sincerely saddened that he could not save his brother, and from then on he did not enjoy every day as depression. Cain, who thought it pointless to keep her sister rotting every day at her parents' house like this, sent her sister's figure to her fiancée Jozue's parents' house as a proxy for the time being. The name is part of the bride training, but the substance was a preemption of marriage.

Of course, no formal marriage had taken place and the couple's contract had not been broken, but Meriandale and Jozueh gradually let their hearts go through. The two families blessed the young future couple, who meet with moderation and deepening affection, and the dark past was no longer pushed to the other side of the memory and everything was supposed to be well carried.

The decisive incident occurred the day before the wedding.

They are the two who have nurtured love for nearly a year. Marriage, which was unilaterally decided and not ridden at first, had also begun to nurture a hint of love in Meryandale's heart as she spent her days.

A prelude to driving everything crazy began the night I withheld the ceremony tomorrow.

Fulcanelli, who escaped the destination, murdered Jozue, who became her sister's husband.

Tragedy broke out in Jozue's private room, where the two loved ones talk to each other as relatives drank up as a celebration of the ceremony. It was on my back that I took care of both of them.

When people rushed to hear the screams, the groom's breath was no longer there and Meryandale was found lying down from the terrace upstairs in the outer garden flowerbed. She resisted fully or was thrust out the window frame.

"Fulcanelli then stopped by his parents' house to join his youngest sons and daughters and killed as many as fifteen, then took a book with his secret alchemy and fled. Meryandale, who was supposed to be the bride, is in a state of cardiac loss and is sent to a sanatorium in Wangdu. So the story ends. Leaving behind the heroine of a tragedy similar to that of one fugitive and an abolitionist, huh? If there is only one salvation in this story, Cain officially inherits the governor at twelve. The princess and I were married safely. The Carliers themselves will continue to flourish with the help of their cousins."

Reese took a deep breath after a long story.

The collector stifled his eyebrows as he opened his eyes, which were closed with his hands together.

"Wait. Whether that's true or not, why is Meryandale here that I've been watching? Nonetheless, she is enrolled in the Adventurers' Union (Alliance) as an Adventurer. If you escaped from the sanatorium, your parents will be notified of the confirmation at the time of registration and brought back."

"There is a dictated doctrine. It seems Cain decided that if he could be pushed into Silver Villago, away from the king's capital, it would be fine without touching the eyes. Now, according to official reports, Meryandale Carlier died in a sanatorium. Klander, the Merry you were close to is registered to the Adventurers' Union as Meryandale, a completely different person than Meryandale who made the case."

"Wait a minute. Something's bothering me. So what's wrong with the fact that Merry is real with Fulcanelli right now? You must mean the slave Fulcanelli bought after all."

"Yes, incorrect again.... Actually, there's a follow-up to the story. Fulcanelli's secret alchemy book contains a description of forbidden artificial life form (homunculus) smelting. Terribly, he was successful in that technique, which seemed impossible."

"... you, no way"

The collector touched his jaw firmly as he peeled his eyeballs out. It sticks perfectly to my forehead with sweat flowing through my long forehead. I felt a severe dryness in my throat.

"No doubt about it, Reese is a homunculus created in forbidden human smelting. Fulcanelli showed up at Meryandale's sanatorium with his leash, Homunculus. You used your powers beyond common sense to the heart of sister romance. And he went into abnormal behavior in front of his sister, who had lost her mind and mind and was shelled out. I disgraced a girl named Innocent Born Reese with all the evil that humans could possibly think of. Meryandale, who regained consciousness, literally lost his soul to his brother's murder. A broken brother who mausoleums the same existence as himself, and a cute being born only to be defiled. Fulcanelli fell asleep unconscious on the spot when she ran out of energy, not trying to touch one finger against her sister, Meryandale. You almost reached the realm of foolishness for her mercy. It's not a dimension of being nice to you. Because at that moment, I assumed that if I and Reese were replaced, at least she'd be the only one left to save."

"Stupid."

"Yes, you did something really stupid. From that moment on, Meriandale was replaced with a Homuncles lease. A person who, in an instant of lost consciousness, fell into a subordinate existence that became a being treated by the men as sexual slaves. I am the real Meryandale Carlier, the fifth daughter of the Duke of Samuel, Duke of Palm Forest."

When the girl tells her with a voice full of elegance, she strains her spine and confronts the collector positively.

There it was reminiscent of the weight of the blood of a long history cultivated, convincing of all things.

Yes, there was a truth in the fake that couldn't be brewed.

"Later, get to know me."

When she tied it that way, she lifted her skirt hem and bowed her head in a truly sophisticated motion.

"That's a lie! Well, that means Mary was attacking the dungeon with me! He didn't make such a bare gesture at all!!

The vision of the collector is narrowed down as if it had been pushed from left to right.

The dead voice is gloomy. Even myself, I realized it was a lean sound with no hegemony.

"That's right. You treated her politely because you thought she was a normal woman, didn't you? If you were human or less, you'd be treated like a lady in the Golem, wouldn't you be ridiculous?

"No!! Then why didn't you tell Fulcanelli you were the real Meryandale? Speaking of which, at least you didn't have to be treated like meat slaves by the guys at the party!

"I've been there many times. But no one really cares what a woman falls into this situation. The more I'm reminded that I'm funny. It all went as far as their mausoleum essence. Inside, I was blamed more and more suddenly for the atmosphere of being able to offend my noble daughter with dignity and ease. Besides, if it turns out to be true, how am I supposed to live beyond this? If you go back to your parents' house, Cain, who values honor and chastity, will finish me off, won't he? He decided that I had been offended by Fulcanelli since the night Jozue was murdered, and he never showed his face to the sanatorium. Still, you didn't even try to kill those who lost half their hearts because you had already decided to be the same as the dead. If he finds out that, in a state of consciousness, he was made a toy of the despicable adventurers every day, he won't keep them alive anymore. It's sweet, but it's a cleanliness, that kid."

"No proof, no proof of anything!!

"Um, yeah. Speaking of which, it's been almost a year since the lease was manufactured. I wonder if you were acting together and didn't notice anything strange about her behavior. Yeah, like physical defects."

"Nothing, there was nothing wrong with Mary's body. I didn't tend to get sick, and at best I just often fall in nowhere -"

"That's right. It's a sign that the body is starting to lose its balance. Homunculus has signs of collapse on his body, and if it does, it's too early to self-destruct. It won't last ten days."

"Oh, so soon -"

"Physical defects, odd errors, unusual assumptions, and cloudy memories. If these can be seen, there will be little time left in the body. In the first place, you can't be born, a body of things. It's obvious if you look at the behavior that Fulcanelli encountered by assuming me to be a homunculus. Be more intelligent and rational than beasts, but less human in handling. I can only give you a role to the extent of a hole that excretes carnal desire. Reese and I are going to destroy ourselves without knowing why, even though it doesn't make a big difference to be funny."

When the collector finished listening to her, he slowly stood up and put a lantern over his head.

I don't see the Great Spider King Spider in the abyss of a giant hole.

I decided there was nothing else left to escape.

"Hey, what are you gonna do"

The collector pulled a knife for use from the tool bag.

To the cold glow of the white blade, Reese let his face snap for a moment.

As soon as the collector's fingertips hung on the hem of the monk's coat, he had a luscious eye.

You stepped on her that you didn't have to worry about being hurt, and she decided on her own that the treasurer would only extend to obscene acts. It was the self-defense of a sad girl accustomed to mausoleum.

"Oh, you like to do that? Hehe, fine. Mostly, slaves have to be rewarded.... What are you doing?"

When the collector ripped off the end of the long monk's coat, he made a belt that happened to be long.

When I carried the leash, I fastened her body with a band to my hips.

"Hold on tight. Because it's sandy down there, there's no guarantee you'll be safe again."

Sadly, the current rock walls were all bulging up and it didn't seem that difficult to climb. Stretch your fingertips and grasp the tumor protruding from your rock skin firmly. Balanced with three-point support, he slowly began moving upwards.

"You were listening to me? That girl is definitely a homunculus. And I can't."

"But I have to see Mary. We're partners in what's going on."

"Stupid. She didn't cover for you."

"It doesn't matter. I just do that because I did. I always have."

"Hey, there's a Fulcanelli guy waiting for you up ahead. You may have some arms, but you won't have to risk your life on a fake opponent until you put yourself in danger on purpose."

"I don't care if it's fake or not. Besides, if a kid like that licks me, I'm gonna have to look all the way down here and walk. I'm sorry about that."

"Hey. What do you say we leave the dungeon with me? Fulcanelli is starting to go crazy anyway, and if you see Reese destroy herself one of these days, his spirit will be gone. Because he believes that doll is real. That's all right. Until then, shall we hide ourselves somewhere in the city? I'll entertain you every night. Not so bad, I don't think."

"Don't let your luggage keep your mouth shut. We're gonna fall."

"Hmm!

"I would have gone for it, I'm not willing to run around against a kid like that. Either way, I'll slap Fulcanelli to death and make you both my mons. If you're a jerk, you've got to do that."

Reese stopped pinching his mouth when he saw a keeper who was unwilling to change his mind no matter what.

I finished climbing the hole before it took long enough.

When the collector only looked back at his neck with the lease on his back, he sent his gaze only for a moment into the dark canal where he had been, and soon walked out. Fulcanelli said he was clearly aiming for the seventh hierarchy. Traveling the dungeon without a map was a difficult undertaking, but only this time it moved in large numbers, so it had a pretty solid footprint. All we have to do is proceed carefully so that we do not misread. We're going down a sloppy road. Along the way, there was the carcass of a rabbit shaped monster with a large single horn. Perhaps the party of the Fulcanellis left it behind with it overthrown. The soft belly part of the rabbit-shaped monster had disappeared like a clown. It would have served as bait for other monsters that eat and fish for rot meat. It was splashed around after the black, dry blood. The majority had been eaten up, with fine flies laying countless eggs on the remainder.

We arrived at the end of the fourth tier faster than we thought. Whether he moved his mind to the keeper who kept walking without complaining one at a time as he wet his back to his jacket, Reese showed the directions on the map that he had once seen with incredibly precise memory.

"Hey, Klando. It's not heavy? I can walk."

"No, this is a lot faster than you just walking around with your feet covered. Keep your mouth shut."

"Yeah. If you want Klund, I will"

Reese was still uttering as he was carried, but of which he began to take a nap. The loss of consciousness led to an outfit in which all the weight of the body rested on his back. Humans, they are unconsciously dispersing their weight while awake. Reese, who became as quiet as a dead man, suffered a little from an increased body fatigue.

The collector finally rested his body when his legs lost their senses like sticks. He held the leash he was sleeping on first against his chest as he covered it with a jacket for the parent bird to hug. If you go to sleep, your body temperature will drop naturally and you can easily fall ill. I woke up. When Reese realized she was being held over, for the first time, she dyed her cheeks in disgrace, like a girl of her age. She was the one who knew all about the man's body, but I guess she'd never been treated so politely.

The collector gave Reese a drink when he took out the remaining water. She resigned many times, but the collector ignored it and forced her to drink with a mouth shift, resting her body with the rock on her back.

In the fifth tier, I first met another adventurer's party.

The collector asks what a well-behaved group, mainly knights, to manage to take him on the road to the seventh tier. Chasing after the legs also had limits.

No more, there's no menthes or shit in the possessor. I just wanted to rush ahead and see Meryandale a little bit sooner. The leader of the clan doesn't look like an adventurer. She's a lady. She felt like a keeper carrying a wounded lease about what she misunderstood. I was fortunate that she took the initiative to accept the road trip. A group of about ten knights were all no less skilled in swords. Along the way, I ran into Blade Ant several times, but I butchered him with skilled collaborative skills, without having to use the sword borrowed from them by the collector. When splitting up with a group at the branch, the leader of the clan named him Lucia. She was quite a beautiful woman, but rarely her memories were so deeply engraved in the back of the collector's brain. So much would mean that we were being pushed.

At some point in the seventh hierarchy, there is a "dragon vein” best suited to perform a secret ritual. This information was also information contained in a secret book that Fulcanelli stole from his parents' treasure trove.

"Hey, Klando. I tell everyone the truth."

"What's the sudden wind blowing?"

"I'm sure you won't believe this, but I, I really had to face my past. My real brother treated me like a tool, and I really didn't want to, but one day, I was waiting for an unfounded miracle for Fulcanelli to wake me up. Yes, I'm just waiting. I'm not just waiting. It doesn't change anything. I was looking at Klando, and that's what I thought.... it was Fulcanelli's men who attacked Liliera. She was laughing and staring in the shadows. Yeah, like old times, it's like playing just a prank. I don't know if I can really go back to those days anymore. Really..."

Reese accidentally cut the word. As she voluntarily stepped off the back of the collector, she pointed to the other side of the darkness with a face to the pain.

"They are."

"Ah, Klund!!

One of the men and women was Elena, who supported the team with lead (mapper) Adams.

The two suffered hand injuries all over their bodies, and the bleeding was severe, especially in Elena. Adams clinging in crying as the collector was left unattended.

"What the hell is wrong with you!

"After I left you, Liliera and Arianna were killed on six levels. Your sword is beside the body. At first, the Fulcanelli one said the killer was Klund, but somehow everyone was getting that air. But just before the dragon pulse in the seventh tier, Kirishima suddenly argued the contradiction of Fulcanelli. When I do chill my head and think about it, it's going to be weird to catch up with us all of a sudden when the bound clan is ahead of us, and take it back before I even know what it was taking away, and kill the two monks without anyone noticing... Again, the moment Kirishima suggested to go back and listen to the clan, the eight attackers (attackers) came at us all as I showed them... YES BUT!?

"No ahhh!! Adamsu!!"

It was at the same time that the spear that flew in from the darkness skewered Adams and Elena's screams echoed.

"Hey, Adams. Ugh, chatting's not good. Look, eloquence would be silver, silence would be gold. If you're dead, you can't talk anymore! Hahaha!!"

A humble laugh boils down.

At the same time, the area sparkled like midday with brilliant lantern lights.

Each of the eight attackers advanced fully with swords and spears.

It was a spare attitude that believed in the advantages of numbers.

"Ah, ah, ah"

Elena is trembling all over her body as she pounds her upper and lower teeth hard. I wonder how much fear they had shown me, that I had extreme fear of being captured by the men.

"Ah la, Elena Chihuahuan. I'm scared."

"I can't even. Look at the end of that monk woman who defied us."

"When a woman screws, she tightens her balls the most. You move your hips while you stab your sword in that soft belly. Wow, tears in the tightness."

"After that, you two take both legs - blame! So I ripped him apart at once. Don't worry, Elena.... you will be more abusive!

"No ahhh!!

Elena screamed like the end of the world when she blocked both ears and poked her knee on the spot.

The men walk over without any alarm when they nod their tongues with their inferior faces.

I froze like Reese was stitched to the spot with a pale look on his face.

When a man notices a leash that doesn't move like a stick, he throws up like an eye-catching, boring look at the sputum on the side of the road.

"Ah, aren't you the meat potty number one? They're asking you to dispose of it. I can't play with him anymore today. Yeah, well, they say we're bringing them in, Crand. Don't do that."

"Bring him in, is that Fulcanelli's order?"

"Ahem? Who's been asking questions?!? Temei was very naughty when we kidnapped her.

The man offered his hand forward defenselessly in an attempt to grab the bust.

Kilari and flash ran in a straight line through the darkness.

"Ah!?

One red line ran instantly on the man's wrist.

It quickly turned into a big red fissure as it increased in thickness. The man barked like a mad monkey as he ran blood and saw his wrist fall.

The collector had already pulled out his sword.

The slaughter had already been rolled out in an early job that showed no hands to pull out.

The man with makeup on his face with an erupting splash of blood is cringing and falling seven times around.

The men who confirmed it scattered in an instant.

The spiral laughter could not disappear from the seven men.

Instead, fierce killings like starving coyotes were unleashed.

"Unfortunately, the Fulcanelli bastard has a wild use for this one. Give me Temei and the others' necks for his souvenir!!

As the collector bounced his jacket backwards, it ran like a disease into the circle of men in front of him.