Dungeon+Harem+Master

When the collector picked up the white gloves that fell to the ground, he threw them back at Antoine.

"No, no, no, no."

The gloves hit Antoine's face when she drew a beautiful parabola, and she caught on to the eyeglass tulle for being good.

I would not have expected that the offer of a grand duel would be so clearly rejected.

Antoine solidified momentarily as her consciousness diverged and she was stitched to the spot.

The collector leaves the spot when he holds Artemisia's shoulder, like he no longer has any interest whatsoever. Having finally swallowed the matter, Antoine stopped behind the man who was leaving with a cold sweat on his back.

"Wait a minute! You didn't hear me! Hey, there you are!! Stop! Stop! Stop!

The collector gets his coat grabbed from behind and reluctantly stops on the spot.

He glanced at his face and bent his mouth.

"Ugh, I hear you. Yes, yes, yes, what is it, handsome eyeglasses? I don't have time to hang out with you because I'm gonna hang out in the dungeon."

"I don't want to play with disrespectful people like you. In the first place, what does it have to do with our Artemisia!

Antoine asked, emphasizing the part of U (...) ch (...).

The temples of the collector tend to catch on.

"Thank you. This has nothing to do with you. Hey, what the hell is this guy? What kind of idiot can't read air?"

Pull Artemisia's ears as the collector protests.

Antoine's anger at seeing it grew more and more.

"Klund. He is the Knight Commander of the White Cross Knights, Viscount Antoine Bodwan. I used to be well looked after. It would be rude when it comes to disrespect, so we need to keep it that way. Mmm."

The collector used words like Artemisia defended, so he pulled his shaped ears again.

Now it's pretty strong.

M. I was concerned that she was not in the mood.

Meanwhile, the knight captain of the pure gentleman's eyeglasses, treated covert thinkers roughly, was nowhere near jumping with a look of anger and jealousy all over the place.

"Bubububu, disrespectful! Get those filthy hands off her right now! Mostly Al, you don't reject it properly either!

"Ugh. It's okay, it's okay. I don't care."

"No, that's stupid"

Antoine stared at Artemisia's face in dismay.

"It's the usual joke, you know. Klund."

There, there was an obvious flair for a man.

Antoine stunned a cold sweat on her forehead, leaking a strange breath.

(Stupid. She should have been extremely averse to these fuzzy pranks and pointless contacts with men. Why are you allowing this man to behave, Artemisia......!

Indeed, Antoine's once known girlfriend had a somewhat cleansing part, especially the nervous part of the romantic shabbat scandal within the Knights.

Therefore, the stiff image of the guard, such as "tough," "male haters," "outside of prenuptial negotiations, etc.," was entrenched against Artemisia, and in that regard there was an assumption that it would be safe to leave her alone if we tried from Antoine, who secretly liked her.

But how about reality? In front of her, she was treated to a toy, so to speak, by a dude with a miserable look to see. Antoine was boiling down to the illusion of being trampled upon a treasure she had cherished.

The collector snapped his nose and immersed himself in superiority, releasing his fingers from Artemisia's soft earlobes.

"Oh, that's it. Always taking care of my Artemisia. Okay, I'm in a hurry."

When the treasurer greets him, he tries to leave the place with his sleaze.

Turn around. At the same time, the bitter Antoine grabbed its shoulder.

"Hey, shall we wait? You haven't answered my question yet! What does that have to do with her!!

"Physical Relations"

"Shah."

When the collector answered briefly, he cheered from the wild horses who had been sipping and watching him.

Artemisia dyed her cheeks red and put her face down and embarrassed herself.

Antoine's complexion changed to white like a piece of paper. I wonder if my clenched fist nails were eating in the palm of my hand, and the bright red blood was dripping down my bump and on the floor.

My glasses tremble in small pieces. Antoine shouted loudly as she reached out her hands toward heaven as the magma accumulated in the accumulation erupted.

"Oh, that's impossible. Right! You know, you said Klund! You shameless bastard. What kind of hands are you using to threaten Artemisia!! It's a filthy adventurer! You cowardly man. I'm good at this, Artemisia. What have you been hiding because you were threatened by this rotten bastard!!

"What? Nothing like that."

Artemisia sifted and waved one hand as troubled, but was quickly blocked by the knight's beautiful tongue movement.

"Fine!! Don't worry!! You don't have to do it or be strong on my part!! Right now, slay this rogue and lay low and let you go - fuggy!?

Antoine's collar mouth, drunk by his own delusions and exaltedly convicting the collector, was inadvertently drawn hard. Bite your tongue hard and your eyes black and white. Behind him stood a man in his mid-twenties dressed as the same White Cross Knights.

"Easy, easy."

"Loyk!! Why, get out of my way! After all, adventurers, like everyone else, were like garbage gathering shit! Besides, she's been so poisoned by our people."

"Fair enough. You'd better chill out a little, wouldn't you? Everyone in the gallery is in a dong-dong state. They don't even think it's a good idea to turn public opinion to the enemy."

The man known as Loyk was nearly ninety long but twice as close in sight, whose back length was the equivalent of Antoine.

It is a terrible thickness and presence.

I knit three beautifully combed blondes.

His jaw was completely saggy with meat at best, but his face was relatively neat.

The eyes only have a rational glow.

His waist was soft and he felt good about growing up.

The collector personally felt that this man named Loyk had a bigger vessel as a human being.

"Mr. Artemisia, long time no see. And, Mr. Klund, nice to meet you. I'm Royce Maxwell, the White Cross Knights Staff Representative."

"Oh, it's been a long time, Royce"

"Ah guys. Get started."

Loyk blocked Antoine's movement in the form of a step forward when he shook hands with the collector.

"Hey, why are you interrupting me, Loyk! It's Al's crisis! She's being fooled by that filthy adventurer."

"So calm down. In the first place, it seems that Mr Antoine's words disdain all of you in this guild. You should chill your head."

"Become, chill your head," he said?

Dressed to let Royce's words bathe him in cold water from his head, Antoine noticed the cooled out gaze around him and groaned low. In the city, the White Cross Knights (Sanctus Knights), who walk with their shoulders cut off, are only strangers. Antoine's rush to this guild is also a big part of what pushed Artemisia to meet. He was an outsider without deception, and a derogatory word against the adventurers themselves because of how little the collectors didn't like it was an act that could buy anger from all of them with great power in Silver Villago.

"Mm-hmm. Sure, it was my fault right now. Apologize for inadvertently disparaging to Klan and all the adventurers. This is it."

Antoine bowed his head deeply against all of them for no reason. Angry surrounding gaze soothes. The collector also slightly altered the perception of the man in front of him as he stroked his jaw.

It is unlikely, first and foremost, that a knight of a historical aristocratic class will make an early apology for how much he admitted his mistake.

But Antoine abandoned his obsession while having the heavy title of Knights Commander, and the wrong thing had a peculiar beauty that could be immediately changed.

Few human beings make mistakes, but can look directly at them and consider them and see them head-on themselves and improve them.

But that and this were different stories.

"Soogood! Excellent! Mr. Antoine has just settled down, and I'd like to see the situation calmly. First of all, me and Mr. Antoine had disappeared, and Mr. Artemisia showed up in the guild. By the way, I want to be my daughter-in-law and my daughter-in-law every now and then, and every time I want you to join the clan, I want you to be the number one Mr. Artemia. There can't be anyone left alone, and I and I pull together and make a lot of fuss. Does it fit this far?

"No, you're not. Whoa, Royce! Unlike those chickens, I've always been."

"Yes, yes, it's confusing, so shut up, handsome glasses. So, there's almost no doubt about the flow?

"Ugh, um. It's a dream story that I can't possibly hope to hear from everyone like that, but roughly."

"Ugh! Humble Mr Artemisia points high! Long Beauty Mozi Mozi Addition and Subtraction, Tama Lunch Chairman. So, Mr. Artemisia actually had a lover for Mr. Artemisia when Mr. Antoine, who was anticipating the opportunity where Mr. Artemisia was teased by the seeded oak warrior, exorcised him in a crisp manner and looked to reunite his brilliant favor in an agile state! Like, that Mr. Antoine put things to an unexpected development. This is how it works, huh?

"I won't admit it!! Al has a lover, etc. Oops!! She's been like this for a long time."

Antoine shakes her face hard left and right to deny reality.

Loyk gently cleaned up.

"I can't talk about it. Seriously, I want you to shut up."

"Shh, sorry - what!?

Artemisia twists herself while holding her mouth slightly awkwardly as Antoine realizes. It was obvious.

Because she was also synonymous with being confessed to other men in front of her current lover.

Loyk was touching his own eyeballs in a bad way.

"Excuse me, Mr. Antoine. My explanation indirectly revealed Mr. Antoine's secret thoughts for several years to Mr. Artemisia."

"Oh, my God, you're going to do a little extra! My three years of thoughts. Ahh!

"Were you, Captain?"

"Ugh."

Artemisia stares jizzily at the heckling Knights Commander. As prompted, Royce pushes his shoulder. Adventurers around to watch it. The collector looked over at them and said, "I mean, I'm ignored, right?" I thought.

Antoine stroked her disturbed hair with her hand, stretching her spine and stepping forward.

Even from the gallery, sighs leaked.

In the first place, he is an extinct beautiful man like the Greek sculpture set in motion. His back length also looked terribly good when he stood opposite the grandiose great and long Artemisia over one hundred and ninety.

"Ugh, um. It's been a long time since we got out of here, but I'm a man, too. Even here, let me spit out a few years of thoughts. Artemisia, I've been in love with you since you joined the White Cross Knights three years ago. I need you to make out with me on the assumption of marriage."

"I'm sorry."

Artemisia did not even place the moment of the moment, rejecting Antoine's words.

At too much speed, the space solidified like it was frozen.

The right hand of a man offered to a knight of beauty is not to be slightly moved while floating in the universe.

Did Antoine have some confidence in the three years she had been stacking, or she couldn't move with her eyes cuffed open to the floor with recoil.

Too much, the collector held his mouth and pushed a laugh to death.

Shame, anger and sadness were clouded, stirred in consciousness and Antoine's complexion shifted dizzily as blue or red as a signal.

"Oh. Well, Mr. Antoine. The battle was decided when Mr. Artemia discovered his lover. I give up like a man here, but I'm lucky."

As Antoine fell from her knees, she crawled on all fours and squeezed the groan out of the back of her throat that the beast would get an end demon. The voice sounded so resentful that it seemed to overwhelm all who listened.

"Why, why"

"Captain, this body dedicates everything from a single tip of hair to a drop of blood to Klund. I can't live up to your thoughts. I want you to give up."

There was not a word in her words similar to "affirmation” such as your pleasure.

Antoine felt a powerful weight as his whole body was covered with lead, and now he prayed to God in heaven and earth and all that was between them so that this earth could avoid and disappear.

Exactly pitiful, Loyk glanced into his friend's face as he struggled to kneel as he rocked the giant. There was deep mercy in his eyes.

"Oh. Monthly, but I dedicate this word to Mr. Antoine. Woman, there are so many stars in this world."

"Oh, oh, oh"

The light lit slightly into the vain eyes of the man who had been struck.

"More moonlight, but I can't reach every star in the night sky."

A keeper who makes tea.

"Ahhh!!

"I hope you don't need anything extra!

Antoine suddenly stood up, and I wouldn't give up, and she flipped her cape and ran off like a disease.

Leuke left the scene with a blunt foothold, leaving the aftercare at his disposal.

"What the hell was that?"

"Very well, isn't it?

"Handsome eyeglasses, Zama! You mean our Virgin is everyone's thing, doesn't it hurt?

The Virgin loves and enjoys herself.

"Um, what about the one called Klund?

"Dummy, dummy. That garbage bastard Artemisia is not the one to deal with."

"Right."

"If it wasn't at least Wu Yingjie's clanmaster, Al's lover wouldn't be working."

"I agree"

The adventurers scattered after Antoine ran away.

Oswald, a familiar adventurer, walked over as the collector blurted to see everyone walk away. When he looked at the collector with pity, he pounded gently on his shoulder and said, "Let's cheer him up!" and so on and left with words of encouragement that made no sense.

"You're being rude."

Without him, the unjust fact that naturally the collector was Artemisian lover was excluded, and only the part of the White Cross Knights (Sanctus Knights) where Antoine had broken his balls against the Virgin was being selected and circulated in the alley.

"Am I a shadow?"

The collector was unhappy.

But the public has decided that Artemisia's behavior was a convenience to sleeve a man.

There lay the fact that an anonymous adventurer and Artemisia were incompatible as a prerequisite.

"Sa, kland. Shall we go? Today, I caught an old log. You can fly off the eighth tier with my transfer team."

Artemisia immediately heads into the moving room behind the guild in an upbeat mood when she pulls the hand of the collector without even showing her particularly sad face. It looked like she hadn't shed a single shadow in her head, such as about Antoine.

"This is the first time you and the dungeon have wanted it. I'll make sure it helps Klander."

She raised her voice as she grabbed the spear, uh. It was such a breeze that I could not help but be happy to act with the collector.

(You're not even interested in fine dust for the man who shook it. Terrible.)

Once again, he was a treasurer who realized he was a different creature from a woman.

"That's right!

"Hi-na, what the hell?"

"I forgot what was important. I'm not even a clan registrant yet!

"Oh, Clan. Clan.... what the hell, that"

A clan is a companion who shares the most important life and death in a dungeon attack. It was unlikely that there would be more than a few hundred of them in the largest, and not more than ten decent adventurers for the deepest. Artemisia flipped rhythmically as she twisted, pulling the collector toward the entrance.

"Speaking of which, you were alone or something, but that would be a lie."

"Huh. Trained botches don't hate solo activity, not everyone has this about my level."

"Klund"

The collector put his arms together and leaned against the wall to give him a vain grin.

"What, that guy. Stupid."

He scoffed in a dry voice when he heard a twinkle or an adventurer who was leaning against the pillar and hooking him up for a cup. But it didn't sound like you two were drunk on yourself.

"I won't leave you alone anymore. Now let's build a legend with me and you."

"Well, I know, so don't take it personally."

"I believe you, always."

Artemisia's eyes stare straight at the zodiac.

There lived deep trust, vision and affection.

Artemisia is rubbing her cheeks with a feeling of hugging one of her back-length collectors, almost unchanged from herself. Nelly, the receptionist who witnessed it, was about to slip off the chair with her eyes cuffed open.

"The receptionist. I'd like to ask you to apply for clan membership."

"Ah. Um. Honey, hon. Artemisia, can you possibly make a mistake to join a man standing there without a blur? Or a mistake, right? Right?"

"Yeah? Oh, I made a mistake"

"Right! It can't be that the heavens and the earth are torn apart that you, called the Virgin, will no longer allow such a man to join the clan!!

"No, it's not. Instead of Klan joining the new party I'm setting up, they're letting me join Klan's party. The Lord and obedience are the opposite, the receptionist."

Nelly froze to the spot with the look of a dragon witnessing a serpentine all over the city during the day.

Then, like an automatic doll out of oil, moving his gigigi and neck, he pointed at the collector looking in the direction of the day after with a relaxed face, releasing a willing gaze.

The collector immediately looks back at the unusual signs.

At the same time, a silent conversation began between the two by eye contact.

- What do you mean, this? How much money did you pile on a joke that deceived me?

- Hmm? I'm not kidding. Artemisia just wants to be with me. Hot guys are tough.

- You threatened me.

- Oh, threaten me. Eh! What a terrible thing to hear. You. It's time to look at reality. I'm not what you think I am.

- What weakness did you hold? Totally, vile. You're a female enemy.

- I didn't grip it, because this is her free will. Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, he A woman who knows how awesome I am is a first-rate woman after all. Temei is a third-rate! If you regret it, apologize for the disrespect you've done so far and say "Please, make me your meat slave, Ruru" and say hello!!

- Ah. I knew you were holding a weakness and threatening me. Besides, in a sexual sense. Oh, you look scared.

- You're not scared at all. You're a broken character.

- You know, don't call me you in the first place. Because I'm not your lover or your wife. On top of the nasty, it's unpleasant.

- So, what do you want to be called? Female pig?

- Maybe I'll rip that mouth off and stuff him with boiled faeces. You impotent bastard.

- I knew you were scared. What, how did you grow up like that?

- That's because I was raised by Tatsuji with a good family. This inferior race.

- What a lot of racists. This is why the otherworlds.

"Hey."

- Why don't you stop being a chem with words you don't understand?

"Hey, Klando."

- It's nothing. Instead, it's always you who sticks around.

"Are you listening, Klando!

- Ha!? Are you mistaken about something? It's time and volunteerism that I make fun of you. Anyway, you work for a poor lady like me who thinks of bugs that have little chance to talk to her. Oh, good, too. From now on, whatever you are asked, you will be answered administratively. Until we cry and apologize, we are others.

"Klund!!

- Hmm. You like me.

- Is your head boiling? Would you like to start once?

"This one."

The collector was pulled with his arms and finally realized Artemisia's expression.

When she bites her lower lip like a child, she stares upwards with a crying face.

My moist eyes were shaking with exuberant tears.

My fingertips grabbing my arm were shaking anxiously fine.

"Oh, my God, we're staring at each other all the time with that woman. If they imitate me like that, I'm gonna miss you."

"No."

Nelly's tongue moved out at the speed of light before the collector uttered the word of denial.

"No, that's not true at all, so I wonder what you're talking about, Oho. There's no way this guy and Klander could have gotten along. It's annoying because it's so unlikely that it's Golden Wheel, so rather, Klander is dying, so die."

When Nelly breathed out a word of denial, she stopped on the spot looking like a doll. I don't see the color of my emotions at all. The collector lagged behind as he drew his face.

"Ooh. Well, I don't care about that. Anyway, let's get down to business. Nelly, we decided to build a new clan. Ask for some application documents. Well."

"Understood."

"Hey, why are you suddenly acting like someone else?"

"It's someone else, and originally. Yes, the paperwork will be here. Fill out the required information at the counter over there, purchase the stamp and paste it in place for submission. The review fee will be charged separately"

"Hey, why get clerical"

"It's a matter of affairs. Reception."

"Krando."

Pull the sleeve when Artemisia is difficult with her meticulous eyes. Upon receiving the completed form, the collector moved to the filled-out counter with the thought of being pulled behind his hair. Nelly covered her mouth with a handkerchief in the wind that she couldn't stand to look away.

(What, I'm the one with the woman and you're stubborn)

"I'm pretty confident in writing. Let me speak for myself."

Artemisia took the pen, toying with the mentions of a collector who could not write the letter of this country.

It is a meticulous care that sets a man up. The collector was blurry watching Artemisia move her white, long fingers cleverly to fill the item.

Second, I feel my gaze behind my back and turn around.

Behind him, Nelly had a slight, humid, dark eye and watched each and every one of them throw their feet. To see, her eyes are smeared with deep suspicion.

When the collector peels her teeth off, she will look back without losing. Delusional current effects often flew into the two spaces. As I was visibly skipping my gaze with killing intent, I was pulled off the hem of my coat a bit to the point where I either noticed or didn't.

"Well, I could have written it."

Artemisia leans anxiously toward the shoulder of the collector, blatantly aware of Nelly.

It was in my sight that Nelly was creasing between my eyebrows and spinning her pen.

"Oh, you're early."

"Hmm. Time is finite. Besides, it's kind of hard to stay here. Sometimes it's weird. Totally bad. Let's get this over with and get to the dungeon."

As soon as Artemisia was to a lesser extent, something could be heard shaking from the rear.

The collector didn't turn around anymore because he was scared.

The collector spoke to Artemisia and named the clan “Dungeon Master (tentative)".

Are you the King of the Labyrinth?

"There's something wrong with our clan."

"No, nothing. However, Artemisia will have great public expectations, and I have told her a little while back that I can't beat her name."

"... if you want something good, why don't you be clear? Leave us alone. For the most part, if Klund is just an adventurer, I don't care that much."

"No, because it is our policy to treat any customer in need equally. We're not going to do anything special."

"I hope so. From now on, our receptionist wants to wish for others."

"This one is always under-represented. In that sense, each and every one of us must refrain from doing so. It's everyone's guild."

"That I am my wife."

Artemisia shouted in anger. The opposing Nelly only recieves with a cool gaze. It made me feel skilled.

It's a general theory.

"Hmm. Fair enough. We're busy. Time to excuse me."

"Take care"

"I don't think it's a good idea not to speak a word you don't have in mind."

"No, we at the Alliance sincerely wish all adventurers success."

Nelly made a refreshing smile.

But my eyes aren't laughing. It is a colour reminiscent of a desolate winter wasteland.

"Really, I guess it has nothing to do with Klund"

"Welcome"

Artemisia kicked up the reception desk with her toes in such a way as to be indignant. Nellie doesn't keep a quiet grin on her. The unstoppable air drifted around.

"Whoa, let's go now"

When the collector pulls his arm, Artemisia begins to follow and walk silently. Nelly tapped the fill-in ledger at her feet as she lost sight of the two adventurers and trampled on them with a funny heel.

Artemisia was suspicious of her friendship with Nelly for a while, but she was gradually in a better mood when she left the reception and became alone with the collector in a long aisle leading to the back.

"I'm renting a room ahead of me. Let's fly from there."

We reached the room where the transfer team, which preserved the trajectory of adventure in Artemisia's lead, was located.

Although there are up to twelve levels of undercover history (logs), the collector dared to choose eight levels.

"'Cause I haven't been there yet"

It was for that reason.

All the food, water, and tools needed to attack the dungeon are packed in Artemisia's compact compression back. All you have to do is dive alone.

The magic required for the transfer is released from Artemisia's Kakura Demon Stone.

It was only here that the adventures of the Founding Fathers, which had been interrupted in the middle, were finally resumed.