Dungeon+Harem+Master

When Sizka felt signs of people from behind, she put her hands on the waist sham seal to speed up her gait.

I get the feeling that the killing spirit is getting darker and darker like a covered covering.

As we pass through the stadium, we deliberately proceed to the darkness where the warehouse near the harbor stands.

Where the signs turned six, he ran all at once.

Signs that he was following the rest like he panicked were greatly disturbed.

Not a lot of arms.

Sizka pulled out the slightly shiatsu sham seal ahead all at once as she floated her grin thinly as she ran. There was a wolf voice from the shadow who noticed the metal noise. Several people get caught and pull a knife.

(The four are straight swords without opposition. One, a big knife. The other, there's no sound. Some kind of dark vessel. Probably, a flying tool)

The length of metal sounds pulling out of the sheath, how they are spaced apart from each other, the size of footsteps, and the flow of air. After reading everything, grasp enemy weapons.

Sizka pulled the enemy shadow around the warehouse trail glued and flipped abruptly as she entered the narrowest alley.

In a regular person, a distance that is not even known the position of the eyes and nose when it is three meters away.

However, with years of training and experience, Sizka's vision captured the enemy's appearance perfectly.

Six men of the human race.

Plus, he's here as an amateur.

Are you saying that employers are finally getting stuck?

As Sizka lowered herself and ran, the men she intended to follow reinforced the degree of wolf.

"Hiaaah!

I stepped peacefully into the chest of a man who raised an odd voice and swung his sword.

Sizka waved a song knife as she inhaled her breath allowing her wrist to snap.

The blade arced horizontally as it glowed silver.

When the man was slashed in the throat, he blew out a bright red blood tide and fell into the spot.

With the man in front of him stopped, the two of us suddenly bumped into each other without stopping and losing balance. Sizka made a series of sharp thrusts from a low position.

"Heh!

"Oops!?

As the songblade flowed perpendicularly into the dark night, it decided only the two throats deeply and accurately. When I almost pull back the blade that broke the meat, I feel my forehead burning with chilli.

He flew backwards obliquely.

Almost simultaneously, three chakrams flew, making an unusual wind-cut noise.

Along with the sound of beating the meat, I saw a circular blade protrude on the two backs that I had defeated.

It's a long-range attack with dark weapons.

Sizka cuts a dragonfly in an almost miraculous move and squirts a flying chakram.

At the same time to the wall behind me, I saw two chakrams stabbed.

Across the street, a man nodding his tongue in the rearmost part of the group entered his sight.

It is a losing sizka.

When she pulled out Chakram, who had stabbed her on the wall, she threw Chakram back with the finished form. The circular blade rose and flew, to the right eye of the dark vessel, Zakri and Justmeet.

"Colour, ooh!!

The darkness sat on the spot with too much chakram of severe pain falling apart.

"Out of the way!

"Ain't!

The man with a bright red face kicked the sat up dark dish.

The man rushed over the darkness he had turned before.

He thrusts his long sword into heaven with furious momentum.

When Sizka picked up the pebble at her feet, she threw it at the man's knees.

The debris splendidly crushed the knee plate with a bishy noise.

The state of the man who has advanced like a giant elephant breaks down.

Sizka cut the man's right leg deep as he scrawled his crooked knife fine as he rolled. The final ascension and the man waves down the sword in his hand.

Sizka threw the song knife she had in a flash at all costs.

The song knife flew in white and glistened brilliantly into the man's heart.

"but haha"

Sizka kicked her funny hips as she turned to the back of a man with a sword with both hands raised overhead.

The man flipped his body, letting go of the sword he was putting up, peeling his white eyes and exhaling.

Grasp the pattern quickly and pull out the song knife.

The last one left was holding his first knife with both hands, his eyes open and trembling.

It's not as if, Sizka thinks.

The characteristics of the knife are speed and intermittence.

In order to fight apart, we must first consider the reach of weapons. Accurate use of a short, well-rounded knife required instantaneous power and courage to jump into the opponent's nose.

Neither is the man in front of you.

Death was a must.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

It was too dumb a roar to inspire myself.

Now, even the little birds don't get mixed up.

Sizka wielded momentum as she leveled the song knife. The white blade drew a semi-circle and flowed. The song knife deeply severed the man's right flank, exposing the built-in red and black. Drop it, organs that seem to have hot air pop up due to negative pressure. As the man dropped his knife crying and calling, he let his tongue stick out of his mouth and crawled on all fours and moaned. At the end of the day, I stabbed Todome in the dark bowl with my hand poking at the ground and crying.

Slowly pulling through the song knife, he heard his hands meet from within the darkness, and Sizka stiffened his body.

"Hey, brilliant. Brilliant. Sasu, Princess Sizka. Long time no see. I see you've risen in skill."

"Aluminum Ale"

Suddenly one woman emerged from the darkness without feeling a sign.

He wraps a thick, dull red robe even though it's summer, and pinches a strawberry tree-cut cane around his waist. By the way, the pinned blonde is waving loosely. The appearance was better, but the eyes dwelt in colour with a nothingness of darkness.

Puppet aluminum ale.

He is a killer that Sizka once put together to work.

"Is it Death who remembered me? I'm so happy. So, right? Before you kill him, I'd like to make sure that Sizka betrayed the Shi 'a sect and became a lieutenant? The assassination of Simon Klund is a precious order that came down from the top of the top. You get paid first, you break your word, you're punished."

Sizka overflowed her killing temper with silence when she put the song knife horizontally.

Aluminum ale is different from flattened miscellaneous fish right now.

Besides, if you know you've clearly betrayed yourself, the organization will send more awesome arms to the Ments to try to erase you and your collectors.

Inside Sizka's head, the image of the collector being stunned is dashed.

Not too much anger in front of him stained bright red.

"Huh. Apparently, I didn't know the rumors were true. So Sizka was one woman, not a faction or money. As your best friend, are you happy or sad? You're in so much trouble."

"Shut up."

"No, I won't shut up. Because you. I thought I'd ignore the order and deliberately miss my goal, so I'd finish the assassin the organization sent out instead from next to next in this harbor. There are already nearly forty of us this week alone! What the hell do you think people's lives are! I can't convince you."

The moment Aluminum Ale stretched her tongue cutely, Sizka was running through her side. The curved knife drew a silver wire diagonally, amputating the body of the aluminum ale.

"You're here to chat, you are"

Sizka watched the enemy's movements without alarm as he stayed at the end of the runaway alley.

Aluminum ale, left in two, sounded a tall laugh as she stood on the spot without falling into it.

There was never a drop of blood coming from her wound.

Instead, from a large ripped crack, a different bug feather began to roar.

The featherworms, smaller than mustard particles, repaired an injury that was fatal when they quickly covered up the torn wound area.

"That's a good death. Ease of comprehension that suddenly slashes without even having a conversation. I haven't changed. I'm Death. My beloved old Sizka. It's Death."

"You're an irresistible monster. Worm users."

Puppet aluminum ale.

Name it, worm red.

Almière had countless bugs of all kinds in his body, and he used them to perfectly carry out his work, which was said to be impossible. They were called the organization's bi-perfection, playing against Sizka, who carries out unusual frequency requests early.

"Sizka knows I'm not going to die, and she's going to kill me. Could it be an expression of affection?

"Shut up."

"You can't catch it. If you're not so cute, you'll be impressed by the target clan. Oh. It's a scary death. Seriously, do you settle here?

As soon as he named Klund, Almiere whistled when he saw how swollen Sizka's fighting spirit had gotten.

The figure was more full of anticipation than just starting to kill each other now, but rather starting to play with friends I hadn't seen in a long time.

"Do as you wish."

"It's nothing. I don't want one like that, Death. Hmm. Hey, Sizka. I don't want to settle right now. However, if you promise me you'll be back in the organization, you can kill your target crisply instead of Sizka! As a testament to my best friend!

Sizka strained her whole body muscles as she leaned silently. An aluminum ale eyebrow drew eight letters in a rustling manner.

"Hmm, that's not what I'm talking about. Mm-hmm. This is where the idea comes in. Mm-hmm. Take a job or a friendship. Hmm. The days of youth I spent in a line of work. I haven't had a pleasant encounter like that, and I still have a clean body. Phew. Yeah. I made up my mind! I made up my mind! I'm out of luck! That's the point of putting the sword down!!

"Can you believe what the killer said?"

Sizka threw up sharply and threw away the aluminum ale.

"Ugh. That's the blade of the blades, shizzy. To prove the truth, hmm. Hmm. I don't know what to do, but I was wondering if you'd believe me. That's it!"

Almiere had been pushing his temples gritty with his index finger for a while, but when he accidentally removed an elongated lateral whistle from his chest, he threw it locally to show it.

Teasing, and light noises echo in the dark night.

Sizka rolled up to her feet. When she picked it up carefully, she gazed into her eyes and opened her mouth wide open and was taken lightly.

"... No way. Are you serious?"

"I mean it, I mean it. Write it down and read it for real. I would betray the organization for friendship. Yes, yes, yes!

Aluminum Ale gently danced and waved his hips as he waved his hands up and down. The thing she unleashed toward Sizka was a wormwhistle that served as the backbone for the worm user.

The main weapon worm in her body was controlled by this whistle, and giving it to her opponent was synonymous with surrender. For worm users, the worm whistle was life itself, and it was common sense not to let even a parent brother or a couple touch a finger. It is not entrusted to a decidedly mildly hostile opponent. There was no reason for Sizka to be stunned either.

"Could be fake"

Sizka's words of denial were also heartless or powerless.

"Alas. That's what I mean. Then present Sizka with the information you keep. Recently, the organization will send those“ Godmuller brothers ”to crusade Simon Klund. If you're curious, keep an eye on the harbor every day, as you've been doing. Well, I don't want Princess Sizka to hate me any more, so I'd better disappear. If the tissue guy asks about me, he wants to kill me. So, the next time you see me, let me hear about your romantic accomplishments! Oh, if you're a whistler, send it to your parents by cash on delivery."

Almiere gently left the alley when he gave a throw kiss.

Let's just say the crisis has left. But Sizka is deeply distressed.

"You think you're the Godmüller brothers?

It was a name I've heard so often since I've been running a killer business for a long time.

My brother is Igor, the proud man.

Make my brother Mikolash of a fiery fire.

Killers are famous in this world because they are harmless and unprofitable.

Because, if it is so famous, it is easy to know how to assassinate, habits, etc. and to have measures in place. The two weapons we now specialize in are:

My brother is the big gold bar.

My brother is known to be a long sword. Never heard of the two of them letting their prey escape for this much fame.

No, for the Godmüller brothers in the first place, it doesn't matter if they know their names or their scores.

At the time of the request, the subject worries that it is impossible to escape and often even commits suicide. It was rumored by executives of the organization that the two names were one of a kind of curse with half fear and vision.

Sizka swayed a song knife as she breathed deeply and slammed the blood paste against the wall.

(But no matter what, you have to kill him. I don't care. analogy, even if it is impossible, absolutely)

It is you who kills the treasurer.

"That's right. Would you give it to anyone else? He's mine."

A black cloud that covered heaven moved, and the moon appeared out of the rift.

"Klund"

Speak the man's name. That alone did fill Sizka's chest with warmth.

Sizka looked up at the light of the white, clear moon, looking at the scattered corpses around her and wondering how she was going to hide the traces.

After we processed the bodies of the killers, the first thing Sizka thought about was how to confirm the arrival of the Godmüller brothers. Simply thinking about it is all you have to do is put up a harbor.

I've just eliminated too many enemies in the last few days. There was not much room for time this time either, and I could only do something to the extent of crushing my face and erasing my face. It will be even more difficult in the future to detect and eliminate in advance the enemies landing near the port's docking yard.

"After all, is the best way to dive into a port inspection office"

If the Lord's breath-taking inspector succeeds in crossing, he can spot the enemy shadow coming in a natural way first. It was therefore not even considered a struggle if it would lead to the safety of the treasurer. Few people in the organization would remain who could instantly identify Sizka as an assassin because of the constant hiding of their faces. Even if it wasn't, the killer who had been exterminated in the alley had exposed the human resource payoff.

Sizka first entered as an officiant in a liquor store where people from port relations entered and exited, especially in stores frequented by well-fitted inspectors. In a store that lost its illumination, there was no unnatural business woman full of sizka if dressed with dark eye makeup and perfume. Sizka deliberately chose a soaked colour to bury in the butterflies of the night so as not to stand out, always posing modestly.

As a result of a few days of hard work, I succeeded in picking up the man who seemed the least immune to women at the port inspector.

The man's name is Brad. Anything, as an inspector, he's an old stock, but he's a man who can't really boil it off, and he's incomparable due to the weakness of the extrusion. If you're going to make a fool of yourself so far in a booze seat, you won't be so eye-catching first.

Sizka's measures were relatively easy to succeed. When Brad was simply relieved of Sizka's tear-making story, he begged her to stay at home without much investigation.

Sizka knew full well that her appearance was what attracted the sexual desires of the men. She herself understood that she didn't like it so much, but that her childish voice and eyes were somewhat unpleasant in her experience so far to attract the likes of men. If she is sweet with a cat's voice, the man will not be able to say no or be unobstructed.

Sizka threw all she could into cooking, laundry and cleaning in order to dress up as her so-called convenient daughter-in-law in keeping with the man's wishes as best she could. Her chore skills are from a very young age when the nobles were beaten to death by their youngest daughters. Originally a great sweetness, Brad's heart easily subsided in Sizka's hands. Seeing Brad, who would easily bone out like a jellyfish to the bone marrow if he behaved in a worthy manner and lifted him up, Sizka was even halfcontemptuous.

(In that regard, Klund was completely different. He was always honest with himself and could do whatever he wanted)

Sizka went to Brad every day to deliver handmade lunches and, besides, succeeded in keeping an eye on the port's docking yard in a natural way every day, pretending to be a chaste girl who faithfully awaited her return.

And the time of fate had finally come.

Two warriors jumped into view as they slowly descended from the ship's talap.

The first thing that caught my eye was the amazing giant of a man going down ahead.

The immense body, which was surely close to three metres, could see its ferocity even if it did not come close.

I found the muscles of my body as tough as iron, which I had built up enough to tell even from the top of my clothes.

The pruned redhead is reversed. On the fallen eye, a thick nose column. It is a murderous minister.

The thick pig no neck will support his head disappointingly and won't even freak out with a few blows.

On his back, he could see a big coffin-like box on it.

I could see a large gold bar hidden that sounded like a sound.

The other was quite long, though skinny.

Burning red hair with cunning eyes peering into the area.

The sword on his hips was nearly a meter long enough to likely touch the ground.

Perhaps the man with the giant body is his brother's “proud arm," Igor Godmuler.

I could have guessed that losing weight was better than my brother's “fiery fire," Mikolash Godmüller.

Sizka made a call against the Godmüller brothers, via multiple people, as they walked loosely, confirming they would take the inn in the vicinity. Anyway, the two standing arms could not have avoided the grand challenge, and the showdown was set at exactly midnight as the port's least popular wharf thirty.

"Probably. It's almost past midnight."

Igor made a frustrating voice as he put together thick arms like a great tree.

The skinny man is stirring up a vial of liquor in a calm manner with his hips down on the crate. The wind blowing from Crystal Lake was causing the lake to gently stroke.

The surroundings were far from downtown, a literally separate world isolated from the outside world.

Igor moved his thick eyebrows pickly and nervously as he heard the small footsteps. The moon was floating heavily in the night sky with good vision. Eventually, footsteps were heard saying he was alert from beyond the darkness.

"A whore. Hey, woman. I don't need anything from you right now. Get lost."

Exposed when she did her skin, the woman wearing the dark purple vale hardened herself as she was frightened when Igor shouted at her. The little lateral whistle holding him on his chest is trembling. I don't even know the phase because I'm depressed, but my shiny white skin and musty meatballs also stimulated the man's libido at night.

"Well, it will take some time for Sizka to come. Besides, Igor. You might already be on the run after hearing our names. Why don't you take a light shot and calm down?"

Slimming openly lowers her eyes and leans closer to the whore, stretching her arms in an attempt to hold her thin hips. The shrinking woman let loose her chills as she mesmerized.

"Hey, Mikolaj. You're going to do it again."

The moment Igor tried to be tough, the horizontal whistle that the whore had painted a sharp arc.

"Hey, ha."

When the tip of the transverse whistle broke into two pieces, it turned into a sharp white blade that pierced the throat of a defenseless man.

The tip of the blade scattered a tide of blood as it decided on a deep and soft throat.

Bright red painted lips roared demonically in the vale.

"Whoa!!

confirming the death of one crack. No, Igor wielded his full strength against the woman as he instantly pulled out the large gold bar he had put on his back. Cut off the night chi, biggie, and the roar ran.

The large gold rod flowed horizontally as she wrapped around the woman's clothes.

The whore stood guarded with a sham seal that was removed as she gently descended behind her back. It wraps a black monochrome outfit like darkness.

Black eyes on black hair, and the color of the sheath and body were carefully unified in a single black color.

"Was the two names that sounded like" Rapid Wind Ghost "? I can't believe you're a woman. This guy's off guard."

Sizka is usually a male name in Romles, and in ancient times people remembered Sidulka Rogue, one of the four ministers who served the first Romles king. It was Sizka's maneuver that took it backwards that slaughtered the skinny man in peace.

They killed my brother.

Normally it seems like it would be exorbitant, but Igor laughed off lavishly, putting the big gold bars vertically like nothing had happened.

Intuitively, I felt this man's arms were out of line.

Igor's large gold rod was about the same thickness as Sizka's torso.

Lightly wielding weapons that are not even possible to lift in a regular person.

It showed that the man's strength was slipping out.

"Come on, isn't it a head-on battle? Truth is, I was just looking for an enemy to drain the blood of Non. She was a woman, but you can't be clueless. Come, come!!

Igor swung a large gold rod like a meteor as he packed his time at a speed unsuitable for a giant.

The roar echoed in the dark night.

The great gold rod launched into heaven as it gently blew the ancient ship behind Sizka.

Fragmented wood splashed around and dusted up.

(Eat it once, you're done)

Sizka shrugged one after the other as she twisted herself through the storm of slaughter that came across her way without fear at all.

"Hmm! Hmm!

Igor, on the other hand, keeps swinging the big gold rod lightly like a twig, like a windmill. If you continue to use such a huge weight of gain for an extended period of time, it will show fatigue for any fierce, but Igor will continue to attack comfortably without a single sweat.

No, on the contrary, the bigger the gold bars, the slower the speed gradually went up.

A rushing colour began to be created on Sizka, who carried on the attack. If you try it on her, there's enough stamina to keep avoiding attacks all day and night, but it doesn't make sense to keep dancing pointless like this. You may also have to leave this port town in the morning if you start touching people. That's troublesome. I'm in terrible trouble.

(If I don't keep wiping out my enemies in this city, eventually the assassins will get to Klund. To him, the enemy's blade)

The image of a collector being mutilated in the back of his brain boiled. My chest squirts. When a bright red spark broke in front of him, an uncontrollable rage burst suddenly.

Sizka was almost impulsively shouting.

"I won't allow it! Whatever happens!!

"Noooo!?

Sizka, who had continued to avoid it, instantly turned to the offensive.

Avoiding it greatly does not lead to a counterattack.

It's a paperweight distance.

Don't be afraid to attack.

Fight death.

Sizka, you have to give everything and try to protect something more important than your life!!

He thrust faster than the light and set up his sword.

A storm of violence swings through the difference between a single strand of hair.

"Stupid, at this distance!?

When an enemy attack ends in failure, that is, when it is the biggest counterattack.

Igor exposed his defenseless body in front of Sizka by being sent a blow of a large gold bar.

Sizka ran through the left flank of the giant wildlings as they turned into a glimmer of wind.

A whirlwind-like slaughter caused irrecoverable damage to Igor's left half.

But still shallow to this extent. Sizka wants a decisive blow.

Fasten feet as if stuck on the spot from top speed.

Igor's face, looking back, was stained with fear.

I desperately try to invert it, even though I lose my physical balance due to forced movements.

No longer willing to attack, he is desperately trying to defend his body's centerline with a large gold bar as his shield.

"Rogue flow. The Secret Knife."

Sizka's swordsmanship is the oldest (fuzzy) and roughest, yet sophisticated, specialty conveyed by the ancient Sword Saint Sidulka Rogue.

In ancient law, swords are sent out in a unique gait, breathing, and sharpened motion.

Sizka's arm was swinging through quickly and vertically.

The silver wire drew a beautiful trajectory and was engraved with the sparkle of stars flowing through the heavens.

"Steel broken!!

Cool sounds suck into Igor's metal bars.

A thin, shining white dashed line ran straight through the middle of the big gold bar.

"Ah, Pei?

Igor's body tried to defend itself by shielding a steel stick.

As if it were sliced cheese, broken into two pieces as if it had drawn a line from overhead to inseam, it separated left and right and fell into the ground.

Strange shadows popped out of the box on Igor's back, which became two.

Sizka slashed on the object as she distracted herself, as she had expected.

"No!!

The shadow screamed oddly as he slammed his short body against a pile of lumber.

"I've felt a strange sense of killing since the beginning. I see, you're the wife. It's Mikolash from the Fire."

The dwarf smiled invincibly as he covered his torn chest wound with blood from his mouth.

"That's bi-perfect. I didn't know you were gonna fuck our last fart. Looks like your skill was real. Why. Why did you notice?"

"The first man I slashed was just too responsive. Besides, it's extremely unnatural that Igor went into protection with his last blow. With all those thick boxes, he'd think of a return blow over defense, personally."

"That's it, I didn't know it was being read. Given Igor's strength and endurance, it's natural to try to attack you."

"If I had fired a blow without looking back, I might have at least discussed it"

"To the battle, maybe, hey. When Igor is in the pinch, I lurk in the box and strike back like a fierce wind. Use this poison needle. He thought too much of his brother. Fucking brother.... Come on, we're done chatting. Sounds like a killer, don't put your ass on properly, princess."

Sizka stung Todome silently at Mikolash, stuffing his surprisingly floating forehead of ball-like sweat with the back of his hand.

After a moment of relaxation, she heard objects moving in the shadows of the warehouse with superhuman hearing.

"Come out. Show me how to escape and I'll kill you."

One man appeared out of the shadows, unable to endure Sizka's killing.

The man was Legato, Brad's cousin, where Sizka resides.

"Right, that's what happened? In short, you were cheating on a good Brad."

Legato stares at Sizka with hateful eyes.

Sizka stretched and then yawned small, trying to soak the blood paste from the song knife without changing her expression. Ignoring the fact that the legate is in the open, weave the robe that was hidden. Sizka there had quickly changed from an earlier struggle to an unbridled free little girl.

"Hey, are you going to decide to stay at Brad's like nothing happened?"

"Speaking of extras, I'll kill you"

"Heck, you're kidding me!! He doesn't even know you're such a bitch. Take it, take it!!

"Shut up."

"Brad is seriously going to fall in love with you and be your wife!! You tricked him into saying that you don't have one heart!!

"Shut up!!

In Sizka's chest, Brad's innocent smile sparkled.

Even if everything was split up for the collector, I believed his man, and if I felt straight as an idiot, my chest just got a little hot.

"Please, Sizka. Stop going back to that guy's tokoro now. Brad thinks of you like a goddess. It's the afterlife, please."

Sizka knelt down and silently passed beside the begging legate.

Two distances apart, a small star blinked in the distant night sky.

"Damn it! This, wanting to kill!!

Sizka ran out with her eyes covered with her fingertips when she suppressed her chest.

The flowing tears scatter like small stardust and disappear into clutter.

The hustle and bustle of the night caught my ear.

Klando, no more.

Come here right now and hold me.

She still couldn't get off the bloody spiral.

Alone.