Dungeon+Harem+Master

Victoire carefully polished one by one with a clean cloth towel as he took up a dish soaked in water in a wooden bowl.

Basically, little washing occurs in the Princess Mansion. Because it is rare for my husband's keeper, who eats meals, to be at home during the day.

"Okay."

Arrange the dishes that have been cut off with water in order. Thus, after drying for a while, it is stored.

Victoire grinned as he gave the feeling he had done it, putting his hands on his hips and stretching out. When you gaze at the clock on the wall, the time is still before 10 a.m. It was a faster pace than usual. Leave the kitchen and head to the laundry room. Today, the weather is inside. The wash will also dry in no time if it dries now.

The other day, I dried the mat on the bedside thoroughly and remembered that if the collector had done it, the natural mouth would be welcoming. I don't feel bad about anyone if they praise me face to face. If so, how many years has it been since I was praised for letting go that far except when I was a child?

(Heh. That's an innocent thing, the one from Klando, too. It's about the briskness, what's a welcome. Finally, you mean his heart is in my hands too)

Kufu, and opens the door with a grin in his mouth. There, the clothes and sheets that Pordina had finished washing were nervously piled into the cage.

"You don't have to put it down like this because you're going to dry it anyway. Damn, she's a fine woman with nerves... hmm?

I saw a dull light reflected on the table where I would leave detergents and the like.

"This is... What, isn't that the badge he always took care of?"

He is referring to Pordina, a subhuman girl who is a slave to the treasurer.

It was a badge baked with seven treasures that at first glance could be seen as cheap. It was a silo thing commonly seen in souvenir stores, and the value was not a bundle of three sentences. Everything seems to be important that the collector gave me, and Pordina always wore it without leaving her skin looking important. Later, it was inferred that I would have left it near the water field in order to wash it.

"What a clue you're not even like him."

Victoire sat in a chair when he took his badge as he stroked his golden hair with his right hand.

It was engraved with a face that pictured a wolf, and from her, the great nobleman of birth, it didn't look worth it, no matter how she saw it.

"Hmm."

With one hand moaning, he stares at his shiatsu.

Look behind you and inspect the table subtly. It was an unmistakable third-rate product.

Victoire carefully polished the badge for what he thought of removing the handkerchief. The noise of friction sounds loudly indoors where no one is. Her green eyes gently moistened and reminded her of a moist, deep, fresh green forest.

but while I was moving my arms fine, my long hair caressed my shaking face tip unexpectedly.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!!

Fine hair irritated the tip of his nose. No, Victoire could not resist intense scissors.

It is force majeure if you defend it.

But fate was heartless. The blown badge of the Seven Treasures bounced off the circle, hitting the wall and dispersing.

Kazu.

A hard sound echoes Victoire's tympanic membrane.

"... eh"

This is what souls fall out of.

Victoire stood up with a dazed face, picking up what was a "badge” that rolled onto the floor.

"Uh, hey, wait. Why, why. You're lying."

I'm not lying. It's all real.

When she slammed the broken ceramic fragments over her palm for a while, she first began cleaning them for evidence obliteration.

I guess that was unconscious behavior. Only the trace that something was broken in a fine and thoughtful motion that did not leave a single chili was completely erased. At least, there's no risk that they'll notice this is the crime scene.

"Huh....... oh my god!! What are you doing, I am! What are you trying to destroy? No, you can't, you can't. If you are a knight, admit your faults and apologize honestly...... shah, i"

Victoire complexion. I blued all at once like I drained blood. It looks like a dead body.

Even the white skin is so clear that it is likely to appear.

No.

I shouldn't do that.

Because I'm scared.

"Not good. This is not good."

My shoulders tremble naturally with the claws.

I would have figured it out if I had seen how Poldina practiced everyday.

I'm close to fanatics.

Even though, if we knew that we had damaged the gift of a woman who was lavishing more than God about the Lord, the harm would be an eye covering.

"And the victim... Ha, now what...! No, not if you're running away from reality, think, think, Victoire! No, I can't think of any."

I gave up early...... I could not have been a maid knight who kept looking for a way to open it, but a good idea is not something that comes down in hopes. Having just turned eighteen, she couldn't stand excessive stress and chewed out her long nails crunchy. Nail biting is a historical act of self-harm.

"What the hell are you fussing about from earlier?"

"Huh!? Hey, hey, it's nothing. Haha, haha, haha."

Pordina inadvertently enters the room from behind. Victoire ran away from the laundry room as he responded with a pulled smile, stifling his face. Behind her running in the wind was a pompous Pordina with a flashing expression.

"Ha, I did that again"

"What a line like that for each person. Ha. You don't have enough of a crisis!

When Victoire returned to his room, he took Hannah, a samurai who was still at work, and closed the lock of the room tightly. There was her fright that she should not be asked this secret story in case.

"Even if it's called a sense of crisis. I think it would be best if you honestly apologize and forgive me."

"Ha!? Who do you think's gonna piss you off? Oh, if that's what you mean, you apologize. Whoa!!

"Wow, lady, you suck."

"Ugh. Hannah, you know that too. The ferocity of that dog-eared woman. Besides, what did I do wrong, that woman blindly believes in Klando? I know she was staring at this morning and evening with joy. If only I knew it had turned out like this. Ugh, me too."

"Uh. Let me see. Uh, this is terrible. This is no good. haha."

"Oh too, I wonder why you laugh there. I'm in serious trouble."

"Hold on, Nah. How did your daughter know this could happen and imitate stepping on the tiger's tail? I shouldn't have left you alone."

"Nothing, I didn't even do it because I hated Pordina, no, it's a little arrogant, but I didn't break his precious stuff with personal grievances. Well, I thought of polishing him with kindness, and my hand happened to slip and drop, and as a result it cracked, and there's nothing to be ashamed of!

"Only out of good will. Well, if you could tell me that, I don't think she'd be mad at me either. Your daughter, I don't know what you think, but she's a pretty rational person."

"Ahhh!! There's no way! That woman is set to be super, absolutely, furious. Ugh!!

"Uh, it's traumatic, this is"

Hannah sat down on her sleeping table and piqued her little nose as she looked subtly at the broken badge in four.

"Hmm. It's a suggestion, but what about the first thing I'm going to buy the same thing as this, right?

"That's it! Yes, no, why not. Indeed, he said that the badge had been bought by Klund at the Adventurers' Union (Alliance). Then I guess I'll have to go to the office. That's not good."

"Mmm. Oh, really? - Really?... What, are you worried about Victoria? I don't think that person will ever come across anything like that because he has a heavy back. But it looks like this badge souvenir and I guess things aren't special in themselves. They might even be in the city's grocery store, right? If you look hard, you'll find him."

"Well, I asked for it."

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Hannah glanced at Victoire's face with her little neck. Two staring at each other for a while.

It was the dodgemaid who broke the case first.

An hour later, Victoire was rolling out to the city in search of a lost commemorative badge.

"Why should I go directly to such a supplement when I have a samurai? Not at all, no."

All deserved.

But she had no fine dust in the colour of reflection.

While Victoire is out, Hannah says she'll keep it well with the ghost maid chief. The time limit seems to be until the sun goes down.

(Speaking of which, was this your first time out of the mansion...)

Victoire walked out toward the centre of Silver Villago with a white apron on his black dress and a rattan cage in his hand. If you walk about thirty minutes from the Princess Mansion, the city gradually begins to look busy. Every store lined up clutter on the street.

"Hmm. That's all, a lot of stores would soon find one or two of the badges somewhere"

Victoire smiled with his index finger against his thin jaw.

Second, it meets the middle-aged of the merchandise sale. The prestigious middle-aged merchandise sold his mouth like a machine gun just waiting for him.

"There you are. Ooh, this guy's beppin 'again! You've been here since Ichi in the morning. Eh. Woman, how about one of Silver Villago's specialty Holloho Dori skewers? You've been running around in the morning and you're so hungry, aren't you? Your cheeks are falling!

"Hmm. Asking questions without buying anything would also bump me. Hannah, pay him...... oh well. You're not here right now. Store owner, how much?"

It is unlikely that you will go out without a squire.

Especially since none of them interacted directly with the merchandise if they were a warrant with as many titles as Victoire. Even during the journey, the exchange of money was always left to Hannah, the squire. It is the natural flow that responds as relaxed as it once was in a long time out. I opened my wallet with unfamiliar hands before the shopkeeper who made my eyes black and white. Get a Hollokho skewer in exchange for the copper coin you were told. The shopkeeper didn't even notice that he was a slightly hairy customer, so he began to look around.

"By the way, owner, where's the chair?"

"Ah. Huh?"

It is common practice for ordinary people to eat while standing or walking on the spot where they buy stall skewers, etc.

It is, however, a courteous Victoire who was bound to let Hannah serve a floorboard and eat and drink even on the long journey. In her, eating food and drink while walking in the middle of nowhere was an act she would never even think about. She was a Kingsguard knight, but mostly served the princess in the palace. He had no experience in the field or in open camp, and in that regard he maintained a lifestyle that was much more typical of a purely cultured, typical aristocratic courtier.

When the shopkeeper prepared the chair in a hurry, Victoire carefully carried the skewer to his mouth in an invisible position inside the house. Bite the meat full of wild. Intense gravy and fat spread all over his mouth and his cheeks loosened naturally.

After finishing the meal with his mouth covered at hand, he moved his palms hilariously. The shopkeeper, bewildered, sweats amazingly on his forehead in a wandering manner.

"Water"

"Hehe, hehe!

Clean the dirt from your hands with water strained in a bowl that you have made ready. When Victoire stood up completely, he showed a fragment of the badge in his hand and asked if it was the same as this.

"And even if you say so, we're skewers. I was wondering if this kind of thing would be more certain to ask at the grocery store ahead."

"Right. Then I'll show you."

"Heh? Heh, heh!

Victoire moved to the grocery store as a skewer. Apparently, skewer and grocery store oysters look familiar. They talked to Gonyo Gonyo when they poked each other in the face.

"Uh, lady."

"Victoire"

"To?"

"I'm Victoire. You can call it that in the future. So, in conclusion, do you buy the same thing in this store?"

"No, that Mr. Victoire. Unfortunately, I was wondering if this badge was old enough to fit inside even in a used store. Besides, this, it's not authentic. It's a fake. Piracy is what it is."

"Fake, you say?

"It looks like an authentic badge, but the baking and carving are all too sweet. Adventurers' Union (Alliance) officials are obviously too low in quality for what they do. Daiwa, I would have bought it at a beating sale near the reception, but heh. Over there, I often hear the receptionist silently accepting a small sum of money to sell. I don't know, if it's the same type of authentic product, we can find it in the evening."

"By the way, is the difference between authentic and fake something you can see right away"

"Ha, let's do that. It's too different."

"That goes first! It's not good for real. Somehow, I can't get the same fake as this!!

Victoire was in a fierce hurry. Um, there's no way a paranoid Pordina wouldn't notice the difference. If you replace the bad ones, you'll be exposed in seconds. About that time, it is better to decide on a half soldier with a strange face.

"Hey, that, you won't be able to. It's only natural that a current merchant who deals with this kind of deception doesn't show up in the same place after quite some time."

"... what the hell am I supposed to do"

Victoire nags with a pale look. I felt bad when I saw the worried face of the beautiful woman, the skewer's jerk scratched her head with a face that looked like a bum.

"Uh, if this Joseph says he can't do it, he probably can't. But if there's only one way..."

"What is it, there is something! Please, tell me!!

"- My wife-husband at my tavern has a pretty big cao. Maybe she would."

Victoire walked out toward the taught tavern immediately. As we move away from the street, the city gradually turns into a sad atmosphere. At the end of the house around the corner, young men have been situated without a seat since daylight. Some of them could see if they were drinking from daylight or blushing. A half-naked child, miserable to see, is chasing a wild dog with a dirty face. People like the unreliable don't hesitate to say nasty words when they see Victoire.

(Damn, you lowlifes. If I run errands early, I'll have to leave)

Victoire walks by early enough with his big breasts twisted as his expression disappears.

As the drinkers clasped across the street, a man stood in front of them with his hands raised.

One fist bigger than Victoire. It was probably the back length. He is wearing a chock of skin on a sliced black shirt. Her eyes were greasy and her gaze was fixed straight on both her breasts.

As Victoire avoids and tries to pass, the man moves quickly in conjunction with it.

My temples broke fine with anger. I held my voice back.

"Will you step aside? I want to go through there."

"... and Shenbo, Shenbo Oops"

"Why such imitation"

"Eh heh. Sister, she's cute. My type. Ooh. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

"We don't talk to each other. Out of the way."

"I don't know. Hihi, hihi, hihi."

The man clumsily makes me try to wink. Victoire crouched ignoring it, picking up as many stones as the baby's head. A man brings his face closer together. An unusual odor snubbed my nose. Anger level gauge steps across the red zone at once.

"Mmm. What? What? No? Hey bu!!

Victoire punched a funny man in the mouth with the stone he grabbed.

The stone did not want to aim, and when it broke without leaving the man's front teeth, it scattered blood splashes.

Dirt cut yellow teeth splashed around.

The man makes his limbs shaky and rambling like a cockroach trampled when he flips back.

"Yes, yes, ah, no. Why?

"If the bugs were buzzing softly in front of you, you would touch the eclampsia. That's what I mean."

Stick your long legs down vertically. A sturdy black boot was sucked into the man's stomach.

The man shouted and fainted when he sounded like a slaughtered pig.

I promptly eliminated the trash and after a short walk I reached the tavern of destination.

"Right here."

Victoire pushed open the swing door and entered the store. Dim inside, cluttered smells of alcohol and oil unique to the tavern poked his nose.

A woman and a young girl from their late twenties sat next to each other at the counter.

Are you drunk or not? Girls don't make it faint. I just saw that a round hat with feather decorations seemed to be somewhat elegant.

The girl is stuck with the glass in one hand.

Around, I could already see a few empty liquor bottles rolling around.

The little cantera lit me up, and it would be the mistress who had the skewer shop owner looking at this one. It had a flattering, badly decadent hue. I guess the face was originally made neat, but dark makeup and the same eyes damaged it.

When the mistress rose from her chair, she talked like that. She is exposed to more than half of her breasts from a large, open chest dress. Too nasty, Victoire flashed his face in his heart.

"Maid? Unfortunately, we have too many men. If you're looking for a job, go to Lorraine's next door."

"No, it's not. Are you Lord Luise, the owner of this shop? I wanted to ask you a few questions, and I let you take my leg..."

"Ohhhhhh!!

As soon as Victoire started talking, the girl suddenly made a scene. Throw the glass in your hand and start hitting both feet on the bumpy floor. Dishes were scattered around the area, and the contents of ready-to-eat chicken and soup were scattered all over the floor.

"Come on, Mary, don't make a scene!! I'm sorry, Mr. Maid. This girl seems to be having a rough time. Come on, come on."

"No, no, no, no, no! Why, why, why me all the time!!

"Hey, are you okay?

When Victoire reaches out worried, Meryandale shakes off with tremendous momentum. Victoire got a little tearful.

"Yes!? Uh, I'm fine. I just flirted with a guy for a second. Why not? How dare you give a daughter about this age. Look, too. People are coming. Still, you're a nobleman of history."

"Flirt me. No! I'm not freaking out."

Girl, Meryandale's expression was terrible. The straight eyes are running bright red with booze. There was a doth black neighborhood floating under the eye lid. Hasn't she taken care of her hair for days? She is flaky and flaky. The clothes I was wearing also had wrinkles all over the place and they were sneezing.

"Uh, Lord Luise. Now, that's a little off the record."

"I'm sorry. This girl got rough today. I guess that day."

"I'm sorry I was a virgin. Hey, eh!! Ugh, why, why. Oh, too, like I want to die. Somebody, turn that off. Don't sing in my ear...... Shut the fuck up. Whoa!!

"Nobody's singing. Damn."

Meriandale cried quietly as she covered her face with both hands.

It is in complete condition.

"Um, what was it, Maid? You want me to run errands? Not good offices at work."

"There's a fly dancing. Ugh!! Get away from me. Yeah!! This whoa!!

"Oh. Or is this something you can leave alone"

"Uh, you can say that. Sometimes alcohol blows my worries away. Besides, if I wake up drunk, this girl's pretty shy. So, what can I do for you?

"Oh, actually..."

Victoire told Luise without leaving any history to date. Luise, who had twisted her head for a while, pulled behind the store saying that maybe there was that badge in what she took for the quality of the liquor.

Victoire, left on the spot, was in a very awkward mood listening to Meryandale's sob while standing unattended.

"... I didn't mean it like that"

Coming.

Meriandale spoke quietly, keeping her face covered.

Victoire sighed loudly when he no longer noticed.

"That man has always thought and acted only about me.... I hurt you with terrible words."

"Right."

"He was always gentle. He always told me that my cooking was good. Speaking of rush, he stayed by my side. You always said you loved me..."

"Right."

Victoire and I are women. If it's because of the eighteen daughters, it's not that I'm not interested in this kind of erotic shakedown. Even a drunken repetition didn't keep my interest from boiling.

"By the way, what kind of man was he?"

"He was, gentle, strong, gentleman. I didn't touch a finger overnight. Hehe, you must have cared about me. But as long as this happens, I should have forgiven you without putting it on."

"Right, gentleman? But if I had to spend the night with a woman, how would I have thought of you, or..."

"Right!!

I couldn't, or Meryandale had eaten up on Moro as I tried to go on.

Victoire looked directly into Meryandale's eyes.

Her blue eyes were conceiving madness with no bottom visible like the deep sea.

As the barometric Victoire floated his hips, Meryandale came closer to his face with eyes like those possessed by fever.

You're right, you love me, you don't have a lot of thoughts about me, do you? Ah, but why am I okay with those awful words if I do? Yeah, he can't be fine. You can die instead of Reese. I don't care what I am. Everybody thinks I should die instead of Reese. Cain and I want to say goodbye. I'm confident that everyone has no place in that house to hang out. I'm alone. I miss him that day. I want to feel comforted, hugged, caressed, loved all the time, loved to the bones, healed me. You're the only one who wants to be killed, but I want to be allowed to be annoyed. I want to apologize. I want to die on the spot. I want to bite off my tongue if I'm familiar. Oh, why did I refuse him that day. I want to be shoved down by his hot stuff. I want to be poked and killed. I want to be slaughtered like a pig. I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you. "

"Hiiiiiiiiiiii"

"Don't run away. By the way, sister. You're beautiful."

"... Hi"

"So, sister. That face has plenty of sex."

"Humph!?

"Pfft, don't delude me. Anyway, a beauty like you, she flirts with a guy all year round, doesn't she? Natural conclusion. It's the choice of the world. So when your skin is so fluffy anymore, and you see that kind of thing, I will too. Sadly I am trembling in solitude. also ohhhhhhhhh!!

"Fuck, don't come!! Don't come over here!! Hiya!!

"I'm not running away. Ahh! This Yariman. Oh!!

It was not impossible for Victoire to escape from the store without waiting for Luise to return.

"Well, I ended up crushing it for a day and it didn't work," he said.

"I have no words to give back"

Around the time the sun was approaching, there was the appearance of the two chiefs talking to each other at the doorstep of the princess's mansion.

It is tired Victoire and Hannah.

"What are you going to do, my lady? Mr. Pordina, I've been looking for a badge with a bright blue face since around noon. Hannah is too pitiful or unlikely to shut up. Kufu."

"Hey, why are you looking a little happy? Kuh, yeah. Please. You do what you do! He's kind to younger people! You can't blame me so tightly. Huh?

"Yeah, hey! Exactly. That sounds yah! Hannah is dead!!

"You did it! That'll fix everything! Oh, why didn't I realize it was so easy!

"No, no, no. Lady, you're a super cheat! That's all Hannah can't accept, either. Shh!

"You did it! You did it!

"Hey, you don't have that. Ugh."

"Shut up. No!! I'll leave this badge there in the first place, he's bad!!

"What's with the badge?"

My heart contracts to a low, stuck voice. Hannah was opening and closing like a goldfish with a bright blue face in front of her. Twist your neck in a rusty karaki doll-like motion.

There was a figure of Pordina nestled there with a good smile that had never been seen before.

Victoire confessed to the crime.

Pordina stood like King Jen and told him everything from scratch.

"Really? You didn't do this on purpose, you did it out of good intentions."

"Ah, believe me that's all!

I thought I'd be furious, and Pordina took the two hands that were kneeling and stood up when I was sure that was all in a calm tone, in contradiction to the draft.

"Really? Then I have no choice. From now on, you be careful. I'll have to get dinner ready before your husband gets back. Both of you, help me."

"... don't you get angry?

"Everyone will be unable to do anything if they are blaming you for anything like this. What is shaped is what eventually breaks. Besides, I'm your sister. I am responsible for all my sister's mistakes. Because I shouldn't have left such an important thing behind in the first place."

That being said, Pordina gently wrapped a broken badge in four handkerchiefs and walked away to the back of the mansion. Victoire had missed its hindsight in a dismal manner, but he stroked his chest too gently of relief to free himself from the fear of being reprimanded.

"Ugh, good for you! I wasn't as angry as I thought. Out of the way, the one with the wide bowl!

"... If that's what you really think, what a fine day your daughter is. This way, sir."

"Hey, where are you going?"

Hannah followed Pordina, who disappeared behind the mansion as she pulled Victoire's hand. She probably moved to her home garden in search of ingredients to use for evening meals.

Soon, when he finds Pordina, he kills his breath while hiding on the spot. If she's a regular girlfriend, she can't be this close and unaware.

But Pordina, who seemed stunned and was sitting on the spot, stared at the fragments of the badge in her hand, and soon pressed her voice to death and cried out.

"... eh. Why... my... my... my husband... gave it to me."

Quietly sinking, Pordina snuggled on the spot and covered her face with both hands.

From the gap in the white palm, tears spill to the ground.

The voice, which sounded interruptive, was pitiful and extreme, and pierced the chest of both of them.

Victoire got here, and when he recognized what he had done, he just stood there on the spot with a white face like a piece of paper.

When they returned to the kitchen yard with what they didn't eat afterwards, they silently helped support dinner.

Pordina's complexion serving the collector was also heartless or worrying. After cleaning his body with leftover water, when he returned to his room, he began conversing with Potty Potty Potty without either.

"Look, how can we apologize to Pordina?"

"... Yes. That badge was an irreplaceable treasure for Hannah and the others."

"What can I do? What the hell are we supposed to do?"

"Well, what about giving her something she might like? To be honest, it wouldn't even be a substitute for a brave man's gift, but at least if I gave him something that broke my heart with an apology, wouldn't it make a little sense? What, don't you? Something your daughter has been impressed with lately."

"Speaking of which, Pordina loved meat dishes"

Victoire remembered that the skewers he ate at the street when he went out to the city were very delicious. If you feed that one, it might cheer you up a little. Speaking of her own thoughts, Hannah flaunted her face. Agreed.

"Speaking of which, I sandwiched it in my ear at a city butcher's shop, and you said that everything was recently witnessed in the woods four miles outside the castle by a rare species called Hokhok bird. Everything seems to be a delicacy that the meat is very delicious and a lot of local people don't even know about it. If I could catch that bird and skewer it, I wonder if Mr. Pordina's worries would be a little clearer."

"That's right, okay! Tomorrow, just get him. Ugh!

"It's that intention! I'll go with you in honor, but please stop adding Hannah to your daughter. It's your daughter's solo prisoner."

"You!!

The following evening, after intense fighting outside the castle, he captured a Hollokho bird (* with high catch difficulty) and was seen walking Victoire through the mountains in a luggage car.

Meanwhile, there was a figure of Pordina carrying dinner in the Princess Mansion with a new commemorative badge on her chest and a candle. A new collector who heard the whole story bought the same thing in the Adventurers Union (Alliance) and gave it to him.

"Wait. Okay, Pordina. Ahhh!!

Hours later, returning home, Victoire was described with a new badge as he nicked from his upbeat Pordina.

After being behaved like nothing happened yesterday, he was tempted lightly to vacate the mansion on his own.

Besides, be gentle.

The outrageous Victoire pulled Hannah's cheek so hard that night he could win eight.