Dungeon+Harem+Master

Artemisia struck out when she entrusted the Rudges to Caroline.

I didn't fully understand how I got into this kind of battle in the first place.

On second thought, this struggle itself is a disturbance of homes around a vast territory.

What I would do with active involvement was outside if I made Artemisia clean.

But the treasurer commanded him. I'll take care of the rest.

Besides, I couldn't leave Rudge alone like this. It was not a welcome matter for a visible woman other than herself to approach a collector, but it would be ugly jealousy.

"Oh, let me try."

All trust is in me.

Artemisia saw Rudge sitting around with a blue and white face on.

Meaning of fighting.

I didn't need to think deeply.

"Kill, kill!!

"Do it. Whoa!!

The eight men are furious, driven by agony.

It's up, but it's not close, it's far-flung.

I can't help it.

Ten of our own men, who were overwhelmingly victorious in battle, were quickly slashed down. A female knight named Caroline is also a pocan with a facial expression taken lightly.

(What do you say, my kland! Human beings like you have different levels of strength!!

Even a red-haired woman named Caroline, who had insulted herself as an adventurer, whispers with her mouth open.

It was such a look that what I saw was incredible.

Artemisia ran off in an exalted mood, bragging about the strength of her man and suppressing the mood she wanted to go around.

Severely swirl the Virgin's Spear (Holy Lance) over three meters.

The white, shining tip raised an unusual roar and barked at the enemy in front of him.

"Ahhh!!

A flash of temper.

A special thrust ran at an unstoppable speed in his eyes.

The silver light moved linearly and pulled back about the same speed as it protruded.

"Huh?

"Ha, ha..."

The throat whistle of four men who stood staring in front of Artemisia.

Packed and torn, I wondered if I could see pink meat, and more red blood blew out without putting it between me.

The sharp penetration destroyed the men's steeplechase in an instant, and took their lives.

Each of the men tries to stop the bloodshed spilling by holding his own throat by hand, but it was all a pointless effort.

intermittently falling apart and on the spot like a threaded puppet.

Artemisian spears were no longer about to reach the realm of the Superman.

Blood. Seeing fellows fall all the way down, the other four began to blow in complete cowardice.

Two people with half bows release arrows at about the same time.

Artemisia moved the silver spear fine with one hand to use twigs, arrows released at a special distance were bounced to strike the twig.

Before the overwhelming difference in strength, he voiced surprise that there was one man.

He pointed to Artemisia's face as he removed his sword with a blurb and tremble.

"This woman could be Artemisia, the dragon killer."

"No way! This guy!? Oh, no. Oh, my God, you're such a monster!

When the remaining four threw their weapons, they began their escape without regard.

"... something that's not a bucket"

Artemisia crushed dissatisfied and slowly waved her spear to wash the blood that had reached her eartips.

The blood tide stirred by the blade wind blew from the tip of his ear and slammed sharply at the roots of the ancient trees in the garden.

The marvel behind it was eliminated promptly. To stay, you can call it a macarotif alone.

"Be careful. He's not the same."

"I understand"

Rudge, feather-woven in a black coat, called out. Artemisia was relative to the warrior of the giant Han, who would become Jen-royal if he sent his gaze to fall back.

The height of one hundred and seventy-eight was not great as a woman, but it faded to boulders when it preceded a giant over two metres.

Makarochiv's body is not just eye-catching.

He raised his density to the limit and had armor of well-worked muscles.

(More than using a spear, here's the interest in making it. If so -)

Artemisia stood up toward the giant as she slipped down slightly.

A heavy voice leaked out of the mouth of a man who thought he would pass silence.

"One thing, let's hear it. Woman, where would you like it?"

"What are you talking about?"

"It is decided. This is the land of the whorehouse where the defeated you will be sold off. Let's at least send him to the land of hope."

"Don't be ridiculous. Besides, you think you're gonna ride such a cheap provocation."

"It's not provocation. This is a decision -!"

It just seemed to disappear.

Artemisia feared intuitively getting into time and waved the Virgin's spear (Holy Lance) with all her might.

The blade wind blasted as it cracked the atmosphere.

I don't even have time to blink at the killer I'm spraying.

If you noticed, the Macarotiff giant was jumping into your own chest.

"Slow"

Moment after moment, my chest felt just like it had been decided.

Makarochiv's fist slammed into his chest like a shell.

Artemisia's body danced through the universe as she played an empty can.

I barely re-grip the spear pattern in pain.

I concentrated my consciousness on only one point in my blinding vision.

"Whoa!

The tip becomes a silver meteor and strikes Makarochiv.

- But it doesn't arrive. When the man, who wiped the blade wind with a piece of paper, quickly retracted, he consolidated his fist again and took the stand. A man's body jumps high. That was all Artemisia understood.

A flying macarotif. One spin in the air caused a strong kick in Artemisia's back, which was still floating. A beautiful half-circle struck Artemisia's body hard into the earth.

I felt the killing looming soon after I poked my knee to get up. I don't have the spear on hand anymore. When I unconsciously pulled the knife out, I felt a slight response. He slashed Macarotiff's chest thinly in pursuit.

Artemisia stood up with her hands on her trembling knee as she opened her eyes and endured the pain. Ignore the pain. Because losing consciousness in front of this mighty enemy leads to immediate death.

"Oh. I didn't know you were going to fight back in the situation right now. Interesting for a woman."

"Unplug."

Makarochiv is licking his thin crease around with his tongue as he pumps hot air out of his whole body.

"It's a shame. It's really a shame to be a woman."

"He's a creep."

Artemisia put the long sword up at face height and threw it away.

It is a so-called "roofing", excellent for both offense and defense.

The more trained swordsmen get back to basics when they are chased. Legitimate training and physically stained movements shaped nature.

"We grant!

You saw Artemisia as unfavourable, and Warren, who had so far kept her health warm, came forward.

Makarochiv blurted his fallen eyes.

"Miscellaneous fish, I don't even know the level of Temehe. Cunt. Don't water our fun."

Makarochiv barked sharply as he shook his thick chest muscle.

"You insult me! I can't forgive you anymore! I'm Warren Blanco. Before you die, if you have anything left, you can state it ill!

"Die, cunt."

An exasperated Warren.

I didn't even hear Artemisia stop and popped up.

He waved his long sword down directly from the front against Makarochiv. Half a moon leaves a trajectory in the void. It's an impeccable blow to step on and speed.

But when Makarochiv put his right hand up silently, he just acted to take the slaughter defenselessly with his two arms.

I won.

There is a smile of a congregation on Warren's cheek.

As soon as the blade ate into Makarochiv's arm, I heard a twinkle.

"Iron Hao"

As the warrior of the giant caught his fighting temper in his right arm, he contracted his muscles into a single point, changing them to steel-like hardness.

"Hmm!?

The hard sound of the metal slamming each other rang loudly.

It is a blow unleashed with all its might.

There should have been enough strength to shoot the flesh and break the bone.

The reality was too much. As Warren's long sword fell from the middle of his body, he made a slight noise and flew in the direction of the day after.

A giant warrior's fist protruded against Warren's flashy face.

"Oops!

An unusual scream leaked out of Warren's mouth.

Harder than steel, the sharper blow changed Warren's face like mud in an instant.

Eye, brain plasma, nose beams, lips, teeth, cheekbones.

When the parts in his face were scattered messily like toy boxes in toddlers, he turned the prototype into so ugly that he could not discern it.

"Tsuman, tsuman, what a boring man you are"

Makarochiv grabbed Warren's arms and pulled left and right.

"Yikes!

It was done with such ease that the child was tired of tearing up paper dolls.

He waved his sword like every day, and the bragging muscles he forged out were also as strong as pieces of paper in front of Makarochiv. Every single piece of muscle fiber makes a noise and gets pulled a thousand times.

The crimson pain behind the eye lid alarmed the cerebrum.

Warren peeled off her eyeballs and cried ugly.

The smell of dark faeces began to drift even from the top of the armor after the pain had been removed too much.

I can't help it.

It outweighed the bearable pain of man.

Warren threw his tongue out like a wild dog and flashed, moving his face to the left and right to ear. Makarochiv's expression is filled with dark delight.

"Ah, ah. Oh, my God."

Caroline, who was bravely about to rush out following Warren, is shaking cataclysmically with her sword in too one-sided a tragedy.

I thought I could handle it.

You think you can take this plane and take a blow?

Differences in strength were isolated between giant warriors and greenhouse-raised knights.

Makarochiv pulled his arms left and right silently.

Screaming flows.

Warren rolled onto the spot and smothered violently as his hands were pulled a thousand times from his roots. There is intense blood erupting from the base of both shoulders. The smell of blood tide similar to iron rust stood around.

"The front seat is over! Woman, entertain me!!

Makarochiv kicked the ground and ran when he barked hard.

Like an ejected bullet, the giant broke the air and moved.

Artemisia let Bi's eyes shine cold and intercepted.

Long swords flow quickly.

Makarochiv stamped his right hand up into heaven as he ran past the side of the female knight, engraving a wild grin.

Makarochiv was severely cracked in the left shoulder and raised dozens of blood smoke. The look on Caroline's face I watched anxiously. The color of relief was brushed.

But that was once too.

Ugh, Artemisia poked one knee with her sword in her grip. Silver armor. Cracks run on the thick chest plate area. A surcoat stained with a white cross is assimilated into a red monochrome.

The iron fist of Makarochiv, unleashed without running through, took a deep and steep position.

Artemisia blues her white magnetic cheeks and stares at the giant warrior with a ghost look. My hand is shaking fine. Thready blood dripped off the edge of her lips.

Artemisia's unleashed slaughter had also occasionally struck down Makarochiv. Looking back with a joyful look, the giant warrior opened his legs wide and performed a unique breathing technique. Hot air swayed from the muscles of the upper body that I stripped off.

When Makarochiv breathes out loudly, he opens his hands to the left and right and concentrates his spirit. The broken shoulder wound was deep inside, but whenever the deep breath allowed him to repeat, the blood tide stopped perfectly and the bloodpaste began to clot as he looked.

"The monster."

Even to his disadvantage Artemisia's fighting spirit never loosened a trace of dust.

However, no matter how you look at it, the trend of battle is beginning to lean towards the fighter side.

As the knight of beauty devoured his teeth and tried to take his stand again, Rudge screamed as if he could not bear it.

"No more, please. That's enough. Golbot. I'm leaving the Blackwell family. So don't do this shit anymore."

"Rudge, your lord"

"Yes, Ihihihihi. Finally, in a declaration of surrender, Chuka! But no! I won't forgive you, I won't forgive you anymore!... hehehe, yeah, it's Rudge. Ooh. If you really don't want to hurt any more annoying people, you're gonna be naked on this occasion and you're gonna dedicate your ass to me. Whatever you do, you're gonna get me pregnant with your kid. I'm not convinced that Jijibaba and his relatives are connected by blood! It's already a decision for you to become my meat slave and serve for the rest of your life!! I don't know! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Rudge, no!! You're going to spend the rest of your life as a meat hole slave to a man you hated! Live a life where I make your body look like a toy to anyone, anytime, anywhere, with one of my jokes! Fuhihihihi!!"

"... I guess you'll keep your promise"

Rudge snapped with a pale look as he took off his coat. The golbots are spreading their hands, jumping up. Caroline watching was regrettably chewing up her upper crease.

"You don't have to do that"

"Because if I don't do this, I can't protect you. Klund isn't coming back either. I lost to the Barocco brothers. At least if I don't do this, I'm the daughter-in-law of this house."

"So..."

"Hey, Rudge, no!! You're like a poisonous spider who hates people after all. Ah!! Because of you, my brother dies prematurely and becomes unhappy with no one else left to be involved!! By your spitting dirty yarn!! Thank you to me for being so adorable to you, it's unacceptable to defy you!!

"No, you don't have to"

The wounded Artemisia strained her face and set her sword in front of her.

Seeing that sad look, Rudge screamed in a faint voice.

"I'm telling you not to imitate me any more unnecessarily! What the hell are you and Klund gonna do to me!!

Rudge's face. My eyes were moisturized and my lips were trembling in small pieces.

"I've decided that."

A powerful voice broke in on the wind from side to side.

The same people who were there turned their gaze.

There was a shadow of one man, standing quietly with a long sword.

"We are not one of them!! So, me and Artemisia, Rudge! I thought I was helping you!!

"Krand is right. Even for a day, no, even for a moment, we had a hard time together. We would be one of them!!

Artemisia's voice follows the words of the collector.

"Rudge!! We're helping you!!

As he shrugged, the treasurer's anger wooded.

Rudge's eyes. Large tears thrived, and Shizuku made a noise and poured out.

Gorbot called out like a mad monkey.

"farce! farce!! Makarochiv Ugh!! Shut him up!

Anger intrudes. Makarochiv kicked the ground and ran out like he was bounced.

"Come on, shall we settle? Muscle Dharma!!

Set the long sword horizontally and the collector also rushes out. Two shadows staggered and a tall metal noise rang.

The moment the collector slashed him, Makarochiv steeled his right arm using the secret technique of "Iron Hao”.

"shrinkage"

Makarochiv brings the struggle together throughout his body and begins to travel fast.

An iron fist tore the space apart and created a roar.

The collector pulled himself back and moved the blade fine at Makarochiv's feet.

The giant in front of you kicks the ground and flies. My right leg swung down without jumping.

Cover your torso by squeezing your left arm toward your chest.

A fierce impact struck the Caveman.

The senses disappear.

At the same time my whole body got alternately hot or cold.

The current pierced from the tailbone to the top of his head.

Shattered. Chills push me towards consciousness like turbulence. The back of my nose got hot as a tung. Something smells like gold flowing from my throat to my mouth.

The fever that paralyzes the cerebromedulla rushes around. I got hit in the left arm. When I thought about it, I was jumping away.

Anyway, take the distance.

My body doesn't follow my thoughts.

You can't stay. The immobilization of the movement immediately leads directly to death.

A series of fist-like strikes looms.

I heard a roar swinging the iron rod.

Cold air ran on my spine.

I waved a long sword with a selfless obsession.

You were stuck by surprise, the Macarochiff giant stiffened for a moment.

I heard a rubbing voice behind my back. I can't afford to look back.

"Back off!!

A sharp woman's voice. Artemisia.

When he thought so, the collector was throwing his body forward like a trained dog.

Silver wire flows straight.

Artemisia's thrown long spear approaches Makarochiv's chest.

A giant man instantly shoots off the tip of his ear with the look of a demon.

Cancer, and the spear pattern sounded deflected.

The contending voice behind it gets even louder. That there would be a sight for Makarochiv, or it flowed over there.

"Gorbot!!

A sad voice leaked out of Makarotif's throat.

Without letting his hair in, the collector was rolling out his long sword at the speed of an instant.

A one-handed poke all over him stabbed deeply in the stomach of an indefensible macarotif.

The demon's expression was severely distorted.

The treasurer gave his full strength to both hands.

The sacred sword, the Black Lion, devoured the man's built-in like a hungry wolf.

The blade flowed from Makarotif's belly to soften under his left milk, causing a blood splash to dance around him.

"Iron Ho Whoa!!

A giant warrior waved down his steeled right arm as he scattered the diarrhea.

The collector releases a slash as he screams but softens up.

The blade and fist hit head-on.

"Whoa, whoa!!

The body of the collector runs through the side of Makarochiv.

The black lion slashed up the man's right arm, turned into steel, head-on.

Full body stained with ju with blood.

It shimmered cold as it reflected the sunlight indiscriminately.

"I'll take care of the rest, Klund!!

The identity that created the gap between the macarotifs. When the collector turned his gaze, there was a look of Rudge with a nosebleed and swollen eye lid. On the right hand side, the star's magic book Astro Grimoire is elevated. At his feet the golbot was rolling like a crushed toad.

Yes, Rudge challenged Golbot head-on with fragile powers, swelling his face, but fighting head-on in grandeur to retrieve the Book of Magic.

A strong feeling of thinking of the Lord created a deadly gap in Makarochiv.

- That was the split between winning and losing.

"The Poisonous Woman Ahhh!! No shrinkage!!

Macarotyph, who was fatally wounded but lost his reason, changed his subject and hit him.

The treasurer's liver freezes hard. In the frail Rudge, a blow by Makarochiv could take his life.

The torso that exposed the built-in can disappear like smoke. We went into high-speed travel.

"Fake Magic (Alternative Magic). Time and Space Delay (Slowdown)!!"

At the same time, Rudge's magic chant was spun.

When the star's magic book Astro Grimoire shines white, a crest formation mimicking the clock is launched into the void. The magic runoff became a river and descended into Makarochiv. Physical attack from unstoppable speeds in the eye. Rudge's unleashed magic replaced it with a mediocre speed that was invisible.

Unattributed magic, space-time delay (slow down).

It was one of the most difficult techniques, excluded from the four elements of groundwater firewind.

"Fake Magic (Alternative Magic). Ice Arrow (Ice Shot)"

Continuously, sorcery is constructed from Rudge's book of sorcery.

Ice arrows of water attributes were shot out one after the other by the Macarotyph giant who lost speed.

Cold-aired arrows poke into a man's body trying to be sucked in.

Makarochiv's body happened to be like a halibut, barely enough to move forward.

"Haaaaaa!!

Todome's attacks were brought about by people everyone didn't predict.

Caroline, who struck out of the crossing, fell back and buried her sword deep into the flank of Makarotiff.

"Or, ha!?

It is a spike that is not normally supposed to be received in case.

Caroline shaken her bright red hair, but weighed even more.

"Haaaa!!

"Geez."

A beast at hand shook his last force and waved his arm.

If eaten properly, it should leave no bones.

But as a result, it weakened to the point where it even played about Caroline, where there was no shadow to see the fierce battle.

Makarotif was wetting his upper body with bright red blood, stepping on dead grass and moving slowly.

"I'll make it easier now!!

The fountain's long sword drew a half-moon. When the giant warrior was deeply cut off his throat, he peeled out his eyes with an incredible look and fell to the spot and stopped moving.

"Hiya, hiya. Forgive me. Eh, forgive me. Eh!

At the time he was even hit by the macarotiv of the Pledge of Request, Gorbot was walking around the spot at first sight begging for his life without shame or outrage.

A small, fat, heavy body is rolling and running like a liar with its usual blunt weight. It was an amazing getaway.

Together they stared straight at Rudge's face. The Duke of Lionel closed his eyes silently with a blue look. When Rudge picked up the glasses he had dropped at the mound, he bit the crease hard and opened the star's magic book Astro Grimoire.

"Fake Magic (Alternative Magic). Flamethrower (Flameball)"

A fireball shot out of a magic book hit the back of a golbot.

"Gyyyyyyyyy!!

Burning flames instantly crawled around the entire body of the golbot, burning all at once.

"Oh, no! Jeez! Jeez! Ugh!

The flame spread 10,000 times, carefully destroying every single cell.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Whoa whoa!!

Golbot stirred his burning body hard as he couldn't stand the pain.

Carburized pieces of meat stick together at the tip of the nail, worn out and ashed and broken into fine pieces.

As severe pain persists, he visions the featherworms gliding around on the sun.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

Golbot sobbed and was bored by the pain of burning his brain's marrow, finally letting go of his final consciousness.

"I've decided to leave."

After the end of a series of disturbances.

Rudge told the collector pale in the Adventurers Union (Guild) waiting room.

In the end, the story came to the knowledge of the relatives together. The relatives who ate the bubbles unanimously recommended their nephew, Oigen, to the adopted son of the Duke of Lionel, in order to turn down the worries of his hindsight, all of which fit in where they should fit in.

"Hang on, then. You must have been kicked out dressed. It's sad. Do you sue in civil?

The collector sarcastically glanced at his face, leaning and sipping an ivory teacup.

"Don't be silly. I'm not convinced by this. Besides, we're married now. It's a house. That's a punishment to be tied to. I will continue to take care of your father-in-law, but the basics are freedom. You've learned to make it. Human beings, they say that what they want to do should be done without relying on people. I could have made a decision in myself, but I couldn't move that to execution. God may have beeped at me for the sake of property."

"If there is such a god, I would also hesitate to offer prayers. Mm-hmm, ho, ho! By the way, Rudge. I've been wondering. Well, maybe a little too close? Hmm? We must be one of them. Isn't that distance a fellow's distance?

Artemisia pointed out Rudge's position when she pretended to be calm.

She talked strangely by moving the chair position next to the collector and peeking into her eyes at a distance that seemed to touch her shoulders.

In short, it was the distance of the lover.

"Mm-hmm. Oh, this. Well, that's good. I guess we're one of them. Then I guess there's nothing wrong with leaning in like this. Proof of friendship."

"No, you can't! Klando, I knew we'd stop. Let's rethink putting this guy in the clan. You and I have been getting along the whole time!

"Uh, I wonder if that's the case for now"

"That's right, Artemisia. So why don't we get a little closer to our future activity policy? I'm not feeling well at hand, and I need some money from now on. Dive into the gun dungeon and find a bang treasure! Besides, I'm a free man now. It's just free, and you're careful over there."

Rudge deliberately leaned against the zodiac's shoulder to show it.

The werewolf Artemisia rises from the table with her eyes triangled.

The surrounding guests are a little frightened. Artemisia looked bright red and screamed as the collector grabbed Rudge with amusement.

"No, no, no!!

"That's good."

"I can't, I can't, it's not good!

"I don't know, the same clan, so what if a guy shares it too"

"Can you swallow such primitive demands! Heh, heh, heh, heh. God forbid you to devour one man at the same time."

"Stiff, you are"

At the end of the day, the only thing left in Rudge might have been the magic book conceded by my grandfather and the myopia that remained because of his welcome to devour the books.

Promises and memories will not disappear as long as it is in her and Rudge continues to be imprisoned by the mystery of the labyrinth.

But even though she grew up unloved by her parents, someone who would teach her important things was nearby.

And now, by Rudge, the powerful, brave and trustworthy adventurers who were in the story my grandfather told me that day were firmly within reach.

There was already nothing to be blamed for behind Rudge's brain.

"Haha."

The collector looks at the innocent smile in front of him and finds a good word in his head about how to quell Artemisia.

Sadly, we have plenty of time.

Adventure hasn't even begun yet.