Dungeon+Harem+Master

Time goes back about a month before the collector gets the mansion.

Certain incidents were frequent at the Large Point, a staging port for supplies that could be described as the throat buddha of the large city of Silver Villago.

It is simply a kill.

Murder and injury occur in this world on a daily basis.

It was a case that was not usually so prominent, but it gathered people's ears and eyes that all the dead were unidentified and that their faces were still destroyed without retaining the prototype.

Large Point is the only port that connects central rivets across Crystal Lake.

Large ports gather people, money and jobs, and they constantly flow and friction. To the riches that gathered together in one place, men solidified like bees drawn to honey, and fought over them.

One night the summer was coming to an end, port inspector Brad at Large Point was on his way back to his partner's waiting office after a regular patrol.

Although it was summer near the dock, the cold lake breeze blew and it was terribly chilly.

Brad is a mid-level inspector who will be twenty-five this year. Salaries were received from Andrew Night, the lord, and the main task was to inspect the ships coming from across the shore.

As a position, he was an official close to the lowest rank, but nevertheless the surplus received from the carrier and the shipowner was considerable and many people were eager for the position.

Most importantly, it was almost hereditary, and no new recruits were born outside the territory for the past few years.

"Ugh. Still, it's getting cold today."

Brad shook his short pruned blonde hair upside down and punched her spine.

In the first place, I don't like this Brad, the procedure. I have been enthusiastic about working for a full decade since I was fifteen years old, but I have a small number of people and I am not comfortable claiming myself to my boss. Therefore, even though the synchronization was all up to the clerical way to make things easier, one of him could not yet be from field work. Even tonight, five of my younger colleagues put me on a good ride, and I've just bought them out on patrol.

A regular patrol is a security operation that checks for anomalies at a set time.

However, the interpretation was a formal event and it was customary to flush it appropriately.

If an anomaly occurs, there can't be just an inspector with the ability to clean things up. When we found drunkards, gorotzki fights, or warehouse vandalism or ship vandalism, it was at Sekiyama that we contacted Night Watch (Night Police) and left the final procedure to the Lord's Knights. It is a poor brad of procedure. Even though I knew it was a good job not to have to do this, I couldn't help it.

(Although I don't like it. But it's disgusting if you don't make sure you get to the end)

Brad pulled the lantern around with a bitter smile and quickened his legs as he looked around.

He himself resembled his real father, who had lost him last year, and had more than one hundred and ninety heights and extraordinary strength, but had no great martial arts mind except for two years of military service.

The sound of the waves hitting the bowlers' bollards echoes with a small sound.

I felt like that sound, which I don't usually care about, sounded slightly louder tonight.

(Speaking of which, isn't this where the day before yesterday there were killings?)

Even Brad, who falls into the dull category for a percentage, is still somewhat creepy to enter the place where people were killed late at night.

"Well, it's just nothing today, yeah."

The hand with the lantern shook my heart.

Trying to look back, when I flipped my boot, I felt something moving across the light seemed chilling.

Unexpectedly, the rattling sound of wood rubbing against each other sounded loud.

I felt chills like my heart was gripped.

Something creeps in the shadow of an ancient ship on the shoreline.

In Brad's head instantly, countless thoughts come to mind and disappear.

My throat dries to a crisp.

I decided not to look and thought I would run, but against my will my feet were approaching something shady. I'm a man too. Let's get ready.

"Who! There you are!!

Let the lantern light shine head-on, and get in shape so you can be jumped whenever you want.

"... What, a woman?

It was the sleeping face of the poor girl, still young, that was reflected in the blinding light.

What are you doing, me?

Brad was clutching upstairs at his parents' house when he realized he was going to hold the girl up.

It was the first time in my life that I was rushed to work faster.

I carried the girl to my real mother, who was resting on the ground floor, not to be noticed, and put her to bed in her own bedroom.

"That's what it is."

The girl was a beggar herself if she saw the clothes she had put together, but the side of sleeping in a coma was a bearer of a more neat appearance than Brad had ever seen before.

Beautiful silky brunette like melting the darkness.

Long lashes lay low, but were roughly long and tidy.

The colour of the skin was slightly bluish, but white and fine as snow.

Even Brad, who gets punched in the pussy with Park Xinren, was a girl with a beauty that seemed to suck just watching. I even had an aristocratic vibe when I was about fifteen or six.

Brad, when he swallowed his saliva, tided his cheeks with notices on his unconsciously stretched arm.

Now it's as if it's the unreliable itself that forces a drunk woman to pull into a room and ramble.

When I was different, I shook my head left and right.

I grabbed her from good intentions. Anyway, I have to wait till morning to wake up. Isn't that what a good adult is?

When Brad made himself listen strong and good, he dropped his ass in the stationery chair and put his arm around it.

What? No matter how much, don't be ridiculous, you're the first old stock in the field.

If I had to, I'd take a couple of days off.

Do you make young people complain?

Brad looked at the watch on the wall as he saw the girl's sleeping face, feeling like he was looking at something divine.

Then thank God.

Until dawn, there was still plenty of time.

If you notice, the strong morning light was pouring over the eye lid.

"Shit!

As Brad stood up in a hurry to unwrap his arms, the sleeping girl kept her upper body wide open.

Patchy, slice-length eyes shine black.

As Brad imagined, no, it was more beautiful than that.

Anyway, I have to give an explanation. I have to tell her how I found her and how I was brought to the room for justice only as a bureaucrat.

"Yi-"

I was out of balance because of the momentum I gained from my chair.

Brad poured momentum from face to sleeping blanket.

Bahun, and the loud noise and dust went up at the same time.

In the dust dancing in the sun, I see the girl narrowing her thin and creaking.

He smiled like a kitten in a clump.

Brad had Zukin and a strong chest ache.

The girl named herself Sizka.

She said she was on a journey to find people, but lost her memory of an accident falling off a cliff along the way.

I managed to get to Large Point Harbor, where I ran out of road banking, and the last few days I had slept on an ancient ship and talked about it intermittently saying that I had been snubbing rain dew.

Yesterday, I couldn't stand hunger and was finally cruising to sell my body. When asked, Brad said he was glad he could find it from the bottom of his heart.

"What, if that's the case, you can stay a few days. Luckily, there's no other annoying cobs here besides the owl. You don't have to worry about money. Even so, I'm a historic port inspector. Besides, I have no daughter-in-law at this age. Oh, I hope you don't get me wrong. I just wanted to tell you that I'm not in trouble for the money!

When Sizka finds out that Brad is an official, she honestly nods her eyes, oh, Brad. You're an official, aren't you? I'm relieved, I snapped with a beautiful voice like a bell.

I was honestly praised by a beautiful girl who was younger than me, and Brad thanked you for almost the first time in his life for being an official who served your lord for generations today.

Brad's mother took the liberty of bringing a woman into the house (the truth is different!) I thought that I would blame it, and I let my face down and taught him Iloha of chores.

Sizka also learned obediently, without hating it. With her hair pulled back, Brad left the house and headed to the harbor office to get rid of her work last night.

At the end of the day, my colleagues were looking round their eyes at what was considered the fastest ascent of Brad as a work bug.

In the evening, by the time I got home, my mother and Sizka had a friendly evening support.

"Welcome home, sir."

"Ah, oh. We're back now."

Sizka, who realizes what Brad looks like, naturally bends her body deeply and bows her head.

The white apron sparkled in the sunset.

Sizka also had superb cuisine.

My mother told me on the second day that she would no longer be teaching, and that she was so well-founded that she pushed her heartbeat.

It was the first time Brad had ever spoken of hand cooking made by a woman other than my mother, but it was something that I could honestly admire as delicious.

While I mock myself for being a praise without art, Sizka nevertheless releases her cheeks to such an extent that she does not notice and understates her joy. Brad was incapable of stopping himself from becoming more and more inclined to his resident daughter.

When this happens, people at work are more motivated than usual.

Brad caught the eye of one of his executives, who happens to be a superior, as he stripped away his daily blunt weight and shouted out loud and fully at the monthly meeting to streamline his work.

Its executives were ex-military and seemed to like it at a glance at Brad, who was big and rustic in character. Brad was tempted to go for a drink while the executive invited him. If you say hello to that man to his superiors returning to Silver Villago in a good mood, the Large Point executives also had to take into account the direction they intended.

Originally, most already executives are old colleagues of Brad's.

Less than a few days after Sizka came, it was just time to raise one to the site chairman inspector as a summer divider. Though Brad, who had been Hillah for 10,000 years, was in a position he no longer thought relevant, it was Brad who slapped down some candidates and shot that seat.

"Whatever, head start"

The reality was that position was everything, even if he was slapped in the pussy, for example.

No longer is there a single one who defies the face to face of Brad, who has become the Chairman Inspector.

Sa too. In the field office, he is the absolute appointee.

Only, until half a month ago, the juniors, who had him buying out, would now show Brad the same loyalty as a dog, competing and waving his tail.

Originally, he was less proud, and his chest was scuffed by this.

Eventually, there will be rumors circulating in the office.

I'm talking about Brad having a girlfriend.

"Anyway, you don't have a second look."

"No, no, no, I'm talking about buying a cheap sub's old age."

"I heard you pull a businesswoman."

"Well, there's no way Park's Brad can hook up a woman himself"

"Hot skank, anyway. Evidence says he won't take a step out of the house."

"No one has ever seen that evidence."

Sudden promotions went hand in hand, and Brad's assessment of the rumored woman was disastrous.

Normally, it seems like something that would be furious, but if I tried it on Brad, it only sounded like a loser howling.

I'm the only one who knows the truth.

Every time Brad spread Sizka's handmade lunch box, the men in the office came close on purpose and kept teasing him with words that could be taken in many ways.

"Hey, that's the Chairman Inspector! Hot."

"Oh, oh, what a horse-looking lunch box. I hear you like to cook beautifully, but I want you to worship the face of Madame Inspector General of the future."

"If you're an owl, don't give me a break for your dummy lunch."

"No way! I don't think the Chairman Inspector would have used Sequoi's hand."

"Of course, you want to disturb us all, too. Of course, if you don't mind."

No matter how much, releasing derogatory words, his men, who gradually got on well with Brad, who wouldn't move one eyebrow, spoke loudly in a half-threatening way to skin Brad's phantom lover in an attempt to push him all together.

"How you doing, Brad?"

"Mm-hmm. Legato. Right, it's normal. It's normal. Nothing special."

Such rumors fly. Lunch breaks. In addition, Legato, Brad's cousin and accounting clerk on four, turned up.

Brad replied without taking his eyes off the paperwork, skilfully running the brush pen.

That, witnessing honesty all the way to work, Legato exhaled deeply.

"... what. Apparently, the rumors were bad."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't blur. Well, okay. Anyway, I didn't think you could have a woman. But you want to bet a little on the possibilities. Oh, it's my hundred pounds. Farewell."

"So what the hell are you talking about, Legato? Woman, what if everyone's talking about it?"

"'Cause you want to make a mistake, too. Long live Hira. You speak suddenly, and I'll come up with a bang to improve it. Now, I'm going to have to think I've got a woman! There would be no reason for a man to be extremely different!

"Nah, are you kidding me? Damn, we're on business here. If you play with grandeur, you'll be scolded again."

"You know, it's already lunch break. That's why you're getting smoked. [M] You'd better play with the girl and get your head kicked."

"Mmm. Right, is it lunch break already? Well, I guess I'll eat a mess. You can leave Legato alone. Uh, do it, maybe I forgot my lunch box."

"You're a good old man and often you can eat Mr. O'Clough's lunch box every day. Don't you ever get bored?

"No, not off-close these days."

"No!"

"What?"

"You can't be tough on me, cousin! You can't have a woman! Because I've known you since you were a kid! It's a world, that's it!

"... Exactly, I'm pissed off too"

How relaxed the air flows between the men who were listening to Brad and Legato.

I heard voices from everywhere, like, after all, as expected.

Some of them seemed to be making bets, and the scrubbing sound of copper coins turning dividends made a dry noise.

The source of the rumors was exposed under the day at the hands of the closest relatives.

And Brad was sent a look similar to pity and a half-familiar gaze by all the class members.

Don't be crummy, but a lucky guy who happens to be born in order.

Brad's rating should have been set that way.

Not until a girl shows up at the office.

"Um, Brad, where are you?"

The men's gaze nailed to the girl who came in.

The little girl wore a white robe and looked indoors unreliable in a nasty manner.

He is wearing a thin blue wimple.

He was lowering his gaze and shrinking himself, but his extraordinary beauty could not be hidden.

He stares meticulously and holds his little basket in his arms.

The seemingly meticulous appearance of crying now strongly enhances a man's potential desire for asylum.

"Wait, wait. I can't believe that girl right now."

"... didn't you say the name of the chief?

"Ha. No way."

"Yes, sir. Such a beautiful girl is the principal's lover, no."

"Oh, Sizka? Did you come to deliver your lunch? Sorry."

As usual, Brad called the girl's name. Sizka rushed over to the giant man as he penetrated the office meticulously.

When the lecturers opened their mouths gently, they were trying to think of the events in front of them as dreams, exposing themselves to ahozura.

Legato also remained solidified on the spot, hearing what the two of them were talking about in a friendly manner, doubting his own brain. Brad and Sizka's topics were endless events in the house, and they were specific and well-situated concerns, as if they were couples living in the same house.

"Hey, hey, wait. Wait a minute, please. Could it be you, you guys?"

Brad gave Legato, who shook and pointed, a decidedly bad nod.

Sizka is shy, too, and follows.

When Legato peeled his white eyes, he fainted less of a shock.

It was too rude a reaction.

Brad took a leap forward and explained his work, thinking that he would never leave Sizka, who had come to work because of it.

"This, Park Min-Jen..."

Instead, Legato stares at the bitter bug with a chewy look as he arms up.

Mm, ignore it, ignore it.

Brad himself understood half of it.

(This boring talk about work, you can't like young women)

But there was no other topic I could confidently explain to Brad, who had lived in a line of work. From Iloha, which examines the loads of ships entering the bay, chew up as much practical know-how as possible, such as how to identify the merchants who plan to smuggle them.

"I'm sorry. That's a boring story."

Brad shrunk the giant and the end of the story became constant.

Nature and large dogs became loving and overflowing in the mood of the Lord.

Sizka responded in a sincere tone that was not comforting, watching eagerly the travellers passing through the inspection post at the dock.

"No, Brad is a heart-breaking job. There's no way it's boring."

"Sizka."

Next to Brad trembling with emotion, Legato said, "Are you serious? It's a natural monument designation."

Then keep the kick in your ass.

And I heard an untouched voice, but I silenced it as well.

After a while, he called out to Sizka, who was in that state.

"Brad, I'll wait here until you're done with your work."

"Oh well. Let me know as soon as you get tired of it. Let them drive you home."

"You've come this far, you'll be fine."

Sizka loosens her eyebrows to the extent Brad can tell, with her usual calm tone.

Meanwhile, Legato made a cold impression from her voice or didn't look loving.

I don't mind. If only I knew how good she was.

From that day on, Sizka began bringing freshly made lunches every day to the office of the port.

When she came to Brad's office at noon to give him a hot lunch, she always waited as Brad watched at the docking yard until dusk after work.

Shortly after, Brad's men, who distracted him, prepared a chair for Sizka.

She sat back on it a bit at the end of the lab and waited for Brad as she spent the whole afternoon looking at the people coming down from the docking yard.

Without complaining, as I watched her wait silently for the man, the men in the office gradually stopped teasing Brad in half.

The men said, "You can never imitate my wife," "I'd rather not," "In the first place, out of the scope of my assumptions," "I can't believe you have such a submissive woman, young and beautiful, trade me for my begging," etc., but most of them had turned into nothing malicious.

The public thought Brad and Sizka would be officially married one of these days. Instead, few people thought they were putting in books anymore.

Brad is a normal adult boy.

Instead, lust was stronger than the crowd.

Until Sizka rolled into the house, she appropriately bought a woman to process.

But since she came to the house, I had stopped buying whores.

Somehow, a lighting was born that she didn't want to know.

momentum, he had no choice but to encourage masturbation. Ever since I was an adult, I had stayed away from childish masturbation, but I needed a quid pro quo. Of course the story was Sizka.

After encouraging self-blasphemy, Brad was always annoyed by intense guilt and his own impudence.

(What are you doing, I... Look at the kid, all this stuff)

You just have to be manly and hold Sizka. Forced to crawl at night, she was confident she wouldn't reject herself.

(But not like that. Sizka is a decent guy. From my mouth, tell him to be with me, and I don't think I can do anything about it until after I kick his ass)

Sizka said she was looking for people.

But for more than a month she lived a determined life like she pushed a half without ever vacating the house.

Early in the morning, he cuts up about the house from dark, always delivering something warm to work on purpose for lunch, and then he keeps waiting in the yard looking at the lake like a loyal dog all the way up until the evening Brad finishes his job.

At night shift, he spends all the time with Brad's mother and sleeps in the same room at night.

Exactly, it was the perfect being to be the ideal daughter-in-law.

Even a couple who loved him would not act so affectionately.

We are not physically connected, but our minds know each other deep down.

Brad thought so from the bottom of his heart.

(I'll be getting my salary next month soon. Then I'll give Sizka a fine engagement ring and tell her to stop looking for people and live with them properly)

It was abrupt to visit my cousin Legato to Brad, who paints a rosy future.

"What's the matter, suddenly? Well, call me, I'll make you some tea now. Oh, well. Sizka hasn't gone out with an owl right now."

"I know. That's why I came."

Usually cheerful, he nagged and threw up. It was like I was trying to force myself to do something unintentional, a half-jerk attitude.

"Hey, what do you mean you know?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. Um, don't think about being with a woman. No, we have to beat him out of here right now."

"Does that woman mean Sizka? What are you doing here all of a sudden? That's crazy, Legato. No reason, why not?"

Brad tried to respond calmly as he held on to himself, who was likely to be cut.

Legato was an unusual thing in the clan, and at times he often baked extra blame on his younger Brad.

But usually, if you always asked me why first, you would explain it to me.

Once, when I was about twenty years old, Brad, who didn't know a woman well, fell for a woman in the water business and poured her salary without leaving her.

(Oh, sure, I was wrong then. I wouldn't have put her in such a cheap woman and asked her for a dull owl opinion)

"Hey, Legato. Sure, I have a priori. But Sizka is different. She's done a good job with the house, and it's not like she's a bad handyman. The rice is delicious, and I don't know how to sew. More importantly, he likes off-roads. So."

"That's not what I meant! Absolutely, that's not what I'm talking about! Brad!!"

Legato strained his cheekbones slightly higher as he strained his golden head as he raised his tall voice. Overwhelmed by an unusual atmosphere, a cold sweat flowed through Brad's armpits.

"There is no reason. But only that woman gives up. I can't be with you. That one."

Brad couldn't get ahead of him.

Oh, the moment I thought, my body was popping up at the front and my hands were popping up. Don't lose weight. Legato pounded his head hard and groaned sharply as he blew every chair in the living room into a slab wall.

The cerebromedulla boils.

Anger turned bright red in front of me. Legato's jaw-beaten fist is hot.

My vision swayed loosely like a mirage, and I had a double or triple increase in the appearance of a rising legate.

"What do you know?"

Sizka delivered lunches for me every day.

How good was the chewing rice?

Sizka cleaned for me every day and made the room beautiful and shiny.

Every day I was able to get my morning in a clear mood.

Sizka broke my heart for me every day, washed my clothes, and fixed my flakes.

Every time I put my sleeves through my work clothes, every time I looked at the seams on my corn, I thought I'd try my best for the day.

"I, every time I woke up in the morning and saw her face, it made me feel good to be alive.

I haven't told her yet, but when I say I love her properly and that I want to be with her, it makes me seem so positive, because I met her. What! That's what you are! Legato!! Don't know one thing about her, how dare you curse her in such a tone that she drives the whore away!!

Whereas Brad, trembling and furious, Legato snapped by wiping the blood flowing from his mouth with his eyes that regained calm.

"Slut is still better. I can fix it with gold."

"YOU ARE AHH!!

Brad jumped and assembled himself all over Legato like he had returned to his child.

Legato went out to fight back with a muscle that strangled his neck thinking it would be easy to twist him down and where such a force was lurking.

I rolled my desk, my chair kicking, while combining the floorboard with a gobble.

The tea vessel jumped and broke, and the forehead of the painting hung on the wall fell gutted.

"Son of a bitch!! You just have to shut up and ask about the elderly!!

"Are you kidding me? Yikes! This is all because I can't ask you how many legato things!!

"Wake up!! Get back to your sanity!!

"Damn, now you're talking about Sizka, too. She won't give it to you. Whoa!!

"Stupid!!

It was thought that the fight between the two would last forever, but the matter was interrupted by Brad's mother's return home.

More than that, the one thing that struck Brad the most was that my mother fell off with Sizka.

"I'll be back. Ha, what. Hey, I'm just stopping by. Sizka is young. Sometimes that happens. I'm sure it is."

Legato looked at Brad with his eyes like he saw what was desirable.

There lay deep a strong sympathy and pity and a love affection due to a long relationship.

Without waiting for the sun to set, Brad changed his blood phase and popped out of the house.

It wasn't until three days later that he came back home.

Legato, an atmosphere that knows everything, applied to the office for Brad's long vacation.

A month later, Brad got back to work, giving up on finding Sizka.

Ironically, from that day on, his work was many times more efficient than it was before he took a break.

Legato watched from time to time as he was relieved to take his little notebook out of his desk drawer between jobs.

That black, little notebook had cryptic texts written in the letters of a unique woman.

I can't read that letter to Brad without deep learning.

I have heard, however, that the Royal Labyrinth Exploration Institute in Silver Villago has an authoritative scholar who goes through every ciphertext.

Brad's pleasure right now was to take a long break in the fall and go to Silver Villago.