Dungeon+Harem+Master

It was the Tear Bridge the next day that the Zodiac saw Monica again. She's getting down to the river beneath. Her expression could not be ascertained from the position of the collector.

The time is early in the morning.

If it was a coincidence that I woke up early, it was a coincidence that I somehow turned my foot to this tear bridge.

It was yesterday today. As she snuggled and peered into the riverbank, she couldn't help but throw herself in compassion for her uncharitable son, which she saw just before.

"Don't get too early!

"Oh, Klando. Good morning."

"Huh? Uh, good morning"

"What, in a hurry and out of breath. Auntie, I came down on my own feet today."

"Oh, yeah"

"Hehe. I thought maybe I'd throw myself at the world."

"No, I'm not."

"Because it's just like that. Totally."

"But if you were snooping down the river in the morning like this, everyone would."

"Yes. You're an adventurer because Kland was in and out of the Adventurers Union (Alliance). So you're listening to my son..."

Monica said that much, when she took the mussillo out of the basket she had dedicated to her hand, she laid it on the spot. It was a familiar behavior even though it was mesh (...). Shivering his lying eyelashes, he moves as he only turns his face. To be prompted, the collector looked up at Monica's face like a bewildered dog when he sat on Musilo.

"Auntie, you eat breakfast here every morning. I was wondering if you could accompany me."

"Uh, yeah."

There was a fortitude not to say yes or no.

As a result, a strange breakfast party began.

Monica leaned over to the collector for most of the prayers she had just put her mouth full of shapes.

"I'm young, eat well"

"Yeah."

The collector had eaten the dishes made by Pordina lumpily when he left the house, but was nevertheless confident to flatten about one meal that the cohort of humans would hold.

The dedication is a pinch of cheese in black bread. Steamed potatoes, consomme soup. It was like a fruit similar to a pear. The pear-like, but obviously not pear-like, part is miso.

The collector started eating it with guts and momentum, which only seemed to taste rustic. I just helped where I was about to fall. Exactly, I was a female-loving collector, but I couldn't see a woman twice as different as that.

However, I never felt strange and awkward when I was being seen eating guts and rice. Is the humidity high or the river surface is starting to drift with dark milky fog?

When she finished her meal wrapped up in a strange sense of fulfilment, Monica began to pray to God.

"It was delicious, very"

"Oh, good. Oh?"

Monica suddenly cracks when she puts her nose close to the jaw tip of the collector.

"Wait a minute. You're not sloppy, at all."

Blindness must have sharpened my sense of smell. She took out the handkerchief when she noticed the eating on the jaw of the collector and wiped it unconstitutionally to handle the young child.

"That's it. If you don't make it right, that lady will hate you."

"You mean Nelly, my lady."

"That's right."

He said he didn't like it.

"But I would have told you yesterday on my way home. He said he ate with me."

"Anybody like rice is nothing..."

"You're really dull. A woman would never eat with a man she hates."

"Yep."

"Yeah, it isn't. Anyway, if you're going to see him again today, buy him one of the flowers. Thank you for dinner yesterday."

"Uh. No, that's not true. You're so crummy... It's against my aesthetics."

The collector laughed at Nihil and Dandy in the wind.

"I don't care about aesthetics! If you want to get along with that girl, you'd better take my aunt's advice."

"Mmm, no advice."

As advised, the collector made his way to the Adventurers' Union (Guild) by purchasing a bright red rose at a large florist on the street. Because of my mind, I fall into the illusion that every human walking around is watching me.

"This is so embarrassing. What, this shame play? I thought you set me up for a trap."

When I saw the red brick in the office, my stomach sat on the reverse. The so-called fucking courage came down from nowhere.

As Marcus, the guard guarding the entrance, raised the helmet's sight, he lagged slightly behind with the kind of eye that looked at the madman.

"Don't run away..."

"Kland.It's daylight now, and this isn't a destination drinker. Is that it? Is that you? Oh, shit. Are you making up your mind? Hey, don't look at me."

"Let it go, you guys."

(Ah. If you think about it properly, Marcus is right. I never sent flowers to a woman in the first place. How did that get to that iron-skinned Nelly? He's definitely laughing with his nose. You must make even more fun of this to your weakness. Ah. So, well. No use thinking about it. Exactly, you won't have too much context. Cut cut. Brain switch. -)

When the collector gave up thinking, he stepped down to the reception in a selfless frontier. Nelly hasn't changed, and she looks like a biscuit doll and carries out her work with clarity.

She fishes her mouth in a hazy delight when she sees how free she was and what a collector looked like.

(Okay, look at that. I'm gonna pull your liver out today!... Amma, don't laugh)

"What's the matter, Kland-"

"Bye!

I'd be a jerk if I didn't. The collector offered the receptionist a rose that he had hidden behind his back by whispering Nelly's words. Nelly opened her eyes wide, stiff on the spot.

"Uh, hey, what, what, this"

"Hahaha. Well, what, as long as you take it honestly, I'll be happy over here."

(Come on, come on! Curse me. No!! We're all set! You can bruise and laugh at me!!

As the collector closed his eyes and waited for Nelly's words, the fluttering weight disappeared from the tip of his hand.

"Ah, alas."

Roughly when I opened my eyes, there was one lady there, holding a bouquet of flowers, dyed her cheeks bright red and ashamed.

(Uh, what's this? What, this development? Exactly, I'm smashing my hunch four or five degrees diagonally)

"... Yeah, but. Red rose flower words, that, you know"

Nellie was strong and ashamed, crushing her thinly interrupting voice.

Snowy white cheeks were pitifully tinted as if Zhu had been gently brushed.

Failure to see the collector upright and distracting his gaze was an intense stirring of a man's asylum instinct.

"Hey, you know, actually, this is--"

"- Huh!?

As the collector turned to his face, Nellie jumped up like she had been played and instantly ran away to the modest room in the back. The adventurers around you begin to cling.

"What, what. Also, the one from Klund did it."

"Steady, it's in my bold hands. He's surprisingly a comedian, isn't he?

"I asked you to marry me so magnificently. Ha! I want to be crossed!!

"No, it's not."

The treasurer left the spot out of the eyes of the adventurers. I'm not going to be able to squash my spare time without Nelly.

Then I decided I should go back to the Princess Mansion and make fun of Victoire. Twist your neck and squeal your shoulders. There was a crisp and light noise.

Apparently, he was more nervous than he thought.

"Uh, I don't have that. No."

The collector was in no mood to come firmly, and as he headed to the entrance, he acknowledged Monica's appearance as she broke up at the Morning Tear Bridge.

"Uh, auntie! It's Hidey! You got me."

"Oh, I wonder if it didn't work."

"Nelly's one, he ran away silently. Damn it, Auntie is all about people."

"Huh. So, that girl, she didn't get the bouquet?

"No, I got it. Nah, you look bright red and angry...... hmmm!? Hey, maybe that's not angry, dude. Ugh."

The collector suddenly had a nasty laugh, his eyes lowered as he rubbed his jaw.

"Also, get on with it. You know, girls are as delicate as you think they are. So be more considerate of them..."

"Auntie?

When Monica suddenly put her hand on her chest, she nodded and made a distressed look. All over his face, a fine sweat bubbles, wrinkles between his eyebrows, and peels.

"Whoa, wait! Hold on tight!! Somebody call a doctor!!

When the collector shouts out, the adventurers who were in the lobby gather together in an instant.

It was also fortunate that the place where Monica fell was the Adventurers Union (Alliance).

The allowance for Normad, a holding physician with a mask mimicking a bird on his Tsuba Hiro hat, was quick.

He instantly sedated his symptoms when he dosed her transported to the infirmary.

Normad's standpoint was that Monica's heart was fairly weak and she was no longer able to get the blood through successfully. Loss of one son. own blindness or anxiety about financial/or future. It will now be chronic heart failure.

In the first place, they don't have the money to continually spend on doctors, and they don't have very good nutritional status. Normad didn't say anything because of his indifference to the money, but the secretariat was obviously annoyed by Monica's presence.

Adventurers' unions (guilds) must put registered unionists first, not public establishments. Her son, Clyde, was an adventurer, but his registration has already been cancelled as definitive non-returnee (Announ). I wore large sheets to my unrelated mother and had no reason or responsibility to feed her.

"That's not to say, Nelly. I was wondering if you could tell her to leave the room as soon as she realizes."

Goldman, the chief of general affairs who hits Nelly's boss, sighs loudly as he sweats.

As soon as possible, the anger of the treasurer exploded.

"Just kidding! You haha! She's not a body she can move now!!

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii No, please don't. Oh. Nelly kuuuuuuuuuuu. Your boss is HELP ME. Yikes!! Call the guard. Yeah."

"Ugh bald"

"Hiya!! So, but whoa, let's do it! Because the hospital beds here are limited. Ah, I have to vacate them or something for the adventurers I'm paying for!!

"Okay! I'll pay for it!! So take her..."

"That's all right."

"Auntie."

"The person is right. This infirmary bed should be used by injured adventurers. Hey, Klando. Let him go. Hey."

"-!!

When Monica stared straight at him, the collector held his hand out of Goldman's throat, nagging. Goldman grudged when he coughed hard. He looked at Nelly with his eyes, but when he happened to be blinded back by her frozen eyes, he turned away frightened.

"Really, I'm sorry for the inconvenience"

"Wait, auntie. I'll send it."

"No, you can't. I can't let you get that far, no matter how much."

Monica turned down the offer quietly, but with unsolicited force.

When the collector hands over the cane, he stands on the spot as if frozen. Even myself, I was appalled that what she refused to do made it pretty strong.

It is Nelly who is not funny when this happens.

Earlier, I was passionately handed a bouquet of flowers and couldn't have been unconscious.

The intimacy between Monica and the collector was obviously not that of a man or a woman, but it's not like no man prefers a mature woman. Before Nelly even noticed it herself, she had a strong discomfort with the ash juice coming up from the bottom of her heart, similar to her strong jealousy of Monica.

"Nevertheless, Klund is getting into Monica. Could it be that you missed our mom -?

Nelly deliberately used provocative language in an attempt to dispel the inertia that drifted between them. But usually the reaction of the immediate-rebellion keeper was dull.

"Uh. Klund, your parents, that-"

Suspiciously, I look at your face.

The treasurer returned the blur and words, with a faceless face.

"I don't know the face of an owl. He died the day he gave birth to me. I heard his father was alive. But I've never seen him before."

"Oh, wow, wow, wow."

Nelly distorted her face crying with a pale expression. The collector watched Monica's exiting doorway all the time, like a toddler abandoned when he sat on the bedside.

When the collector kept his mouth shut, Nellie, who had been unable to stay on the spot, left, calling herself looking for Monica. "If you feel comfortable, leave," Goldman said, vomiting an extra word and leaving.

He said he didn't know my mother's face, but it wasn't all true. The fact is that I carried the only remaining photo with me as a child, but that was because my grandfather, Makoto Shimen, had burned it. My grandfather, who often uses direct shadow swordsmanship, was the kind of man who wrote strict in pictures and did not tolerate the inertia of a young collector.

No, I saw Makoto Jin as inert. It was a natural feeling admiring the mother of the treasurer.

But I think of my grandson as him. Too much, it was necessary to set him apart from the phantom in order to dare to train a collector who would carry a picture of my mother without letting go of his skin.

That's why the collector obsessed with women with large breasts, almost reflexively.

At the bottom of his heart he was always hungry for his mother's love. In honor of working out, his grandfather Makoto stood up to the young man with a wooden sword. As it took longer, the rebellious man began to reject the orthodox sword, almost reactively. When Dorothea, the elf swordsman, once taught the collector the sword, it was also due to them that he showed laziness until he was unusual.

Most of all, even if I was about to forget, only the act of waving a sword, which I had been forced to slap from a very young age, remained somewhere deep in my body. Otherwise, even if an amateur student had gained incredible superhuman power through a brave summons, he wouldn't have been able to manipulate the blade at will until then.

His grandfather, too, entered the registry at the age when the collector went to college and literally became lonely all his life. My distant relatives had a disastrous grandfather's personality and I had never met most of them. Then there could have been no motivation to return to the world of Japan.

(Oh well. So, I...)

The collector remembered that he wanted to see his mother because she was just fine.

It was so deep in my heart that it was finally enlarged like a little bubble rising on the water.

I couldn't possibly have met my mother. There couldn't have been any experience with a collector who lived without knowing something called motherhood, generally taking care of having her burned if she had a mother. And the treasurer knew not in Monica the idols of his mother in himself that could not have been, and had created them.

Think of it, there was no past to look back on. In his life gasping for poverty, he was drawn to pay the debts and tuition left by his grandfather, and there was no leftover money left to be deposed. Wherever you go that day, your life will remain the same. No, rather, there's just a woman here who can set things up about the collector, and let's just call it extreme fun. How long have you been doing that? It had been quite a while when I realized it. At last the sun was about to fall due to the intensity of the light that would shine on the window.

(I knew I'd see Monica again. I need to meet him and convince the doctor to look at him)

The collector walked out with a lost face.

I also cared that Nelly wouldn't be back forever. I know my home because the collector is sending her at the most. I tried to visit, but it was deserted. Asked the middle-aged woman in the fifty tangles next door, she hasn't come home yet. As the collector walked out on his way to the Adventurers Union (Guild), he found Oswald, a familiar adventurer, falling like a bolt out.

"Clan, de"

Oswald pointed his bloody fingertips at the universe as he grabbed the sleeve of the treasurer.

"Nellie, to the wanderers. I'm trying to stop..."

"Where!!

When the collector grabbed Oswald's chest, he rocked hard back and forth.

There is a strange breathing noise.

"Tear Bridge... Quickly"

The history of rape is old.

In the first place, so much so that one of the lightest penalties in the law of the Romles is the crime of rape. Silver Villago has an overwhelming number of men in the composition ratio of the population, most of them adventurers, or professions engaged in it. Among them, those with extremely inferior ethics were considered adventurers. Most of them are from poor farmers and lower classes in the region, and everyone came to the city for a grand grab. Men with money to buy prostitution were still considered to be to a good extent, and the less so categories only allowed animals to have inferior self-restraint.

There is no education. I mean, I don't have any ethical qualities. They competed and attacked the wealthy junior ladies, geese numbers, launderers and other lower classes in sight. Additionally, I noticed that some of them were not uniformly guilty in raping women. Even if the Knights of Law and Order capture and ask why, some of them feel more confused than angry: "Do what feels good, why should they be blamed?" They wondered, and no woman attacked a bottom job in a category close to herself, such as a whore or a widow. Instead, the most commonly attacked were the youngest, then the youngest, younger than teenagers.

The only reason for attacking a young child is that he can easily satisfy his beast appetite. With regard to these crimes of rape, the law courts rarely went to trial, to the extent that they were forced to become a golden grain as a sympathy or, in some cases, a couple.

Also, most of the women who were offended never stood by the charges. As a rule, I used to know that Locke wouldn't be able to deal with them, but what they feared more than that was being informed around that they had been molested. Even if they are not guilty, it is assumed to the public that the women themselves are corrupted. It is like planting guilt on them, whose society's irrationality and lack of development of the law are the victims, and lending a hand in the cover-up of the outcome case itself. Men don't understand what they're doing as evil, so they don't have a chance to know that what they've done is a sin until they get what they deserve one day.

As the Zao man ran down the dirt hand at dusk across the tear bridge, there was a figure of Nelly being held back by two men naked.

Trying to surround her, about five men were in a group.

Nelly had her hips grabbed by a man who exposed her lower body by trying to stick out her busty ass.

The man barked at the collector as he raved.

Nellie lay down, trying to push the remaining face of the tear onto the ground as it was, when she found the collector's face. The cold wind on the river began to swell constantly on the back of the zodiac.

"What are you looking at? No, I have cancer! You bastard!!

"Brother Johan..."

The boy looking up worryingly at the thirty or so men who were trying to offend Nelly was one of the ones the collectors messed with yesterday.

The red-haired boy Geese hits a grudgingly glance with a bandage wrapped around the center of his face. When the collector quietly recieved it, he went in a calm tone.

"Will you let Nelly go?"

"Haaaa! What are you talking about? You, you adored my disciples!! This woman is my thing now, and I'm gonna let her go! Kihihihi, regret it! But you just have to shut up and watch! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! By lumping a woman in front of this guy, I'm gonna break the core of this guy's heart. That's the way Johann, the special forces leader of the Donato family, who cry and shut up!!

"... there must have been another woman"

"Ahem? Don't do that to Baba. Do it! They're rolling around!! Of course you're dead! Keke. Or do you even feed him before he chops you up!? You think!?"

I followed Johann's gaze and saw Monica falling on the grass. The collector bit his lips hard when he ran over to Monica to see his chest wet bright red.

"Why, you."

"Hehe, I'm sorry. By the time you got back, I really wanted to help her."

Monica burst into disruption with tears from her laying eyes.

"But it was worth the wait. Clyde, you're finally home."

"Auntie, what..."

"Nelly really loves you. So help him. I wish I could have seen your kids."

Monica had reached the abyss of death and, in her hazy consciousness, seemed to be talking to her son, who was not supposed to be here.

The collector gently held Monica's hand and held her up.

I could certainly feel her eyes filled with unprecedented hope that I should not be able to see her lying down.

"Hey, Clyde. As always, say hello back."

Clyde and Clyde. It was an oddly similar name.

Monica points to her cheek with her trembling fingertips.

The collector hugged her hard again as she kissed her cheeks gently.

"I'm home, Mother"

Monica stopped moving when she had a satisfying smile at the end.

The death of the woman who kept waiting for her unrequited son under the Tear Bridge was too unbroken.

Cold things sink into the bottom of my belly.

At the same time, behind the eye lid of the treasurer, an emotion like a burning sun wheel brought his head.

"Whoa, whoa!! Did you say goodbye to Baba? Kehehe, the taste of growing old was so good!!

Behind Johann's curse, he turns back.

The men who floated but believed in their superiority remained and froze.

The shape of the collector had changed.

It was the devil, itself.

"I'm not supposed to forgive you this time!!

When the collector opened in front of his jacket, he pulled out the holy sword “Black Lion” at once and threw it at Johann's chest, who was in a dorsal position.

The blade ran like a meteor and stabbed even a bump at the defenseless chest plate.

The collector rushed straight to the men with a black iron sheath.

The sheath itself is made of heavy steel and is a sufficient murder weapon.

I swung my sheath across to a man confused by a sudden assault.

A roar echoed as it tore the atmosphere apart.

With the ease of smashing ripe fruits, the man's face lost its eyes and nose and dispersed.

The collector was furious from the bottom of his heart. The precious things that had been held in the depths of his chest were trampled unharmed. The phantom of his mother, which can no longer be faintly remembered at the bottom of his memory, was completely lost.

Nothing.

Nothing for me anymore.

Moved by a fierce intent to kill, he wields a weapon.

It was only one point of killing that my consciousness grew.

I barely took the men cutting from left to right. The blade is eating in the palm of my hand and my blood bleeds violently, but I don't feel anything like pain. My own hands seemed like others. Look out for the pain. I was sorry if I didn't kill everything that moves in front of me.

"Ha-ha-ha! Whoa!

The men screamed, frightened by the unusual behavior of not gripping the white blade with bare hands.

When the collector took his finger off his body, he forgot his moves and his manners and struck like a beast at the man on the right. An extraordinary amount of force caused him to snap into the other person's throat. The man puts his nails up on the face of the collector, much of a severe pain. The expression doesn't change. Behavior was as accurate as that of a machine. The contents of my head turn bright white to the feeling of biting off the butch and muscle fibers. I overflowed my mouth with the smell of hot blood resembling iron rust. Once on his back, he gets slashed. A man is waving his sword like he's gone mad.

Still, I didn't even feel as itchy as a mosquito.

When the collector wet his face bright red with his opponent's return blood, he picked up the sword that had fallen and rolled it out behind his back unwrought. The blade protruded deep into the belly of the man who was about to carry out the slaughter, exposing himself to his back.

Kicking a man in the hips and pulling out his sword, he rushes toward the rest of the group.

I gained momentum and jumped high.

The black coat swelled through the wind like a bat spread its wings.

At the same time, the long sword cleaved the sky sharply.

When one could slash his throat and the other both eyes, he raised a blood splash and fell in.

"Wow!!

Geese, the last one left, sets up a knife with an unfamiliar hand and retreats as far as the river goes.

When the collector threw down a few strikes of sword, he put his foot on Johann's chest and pulled out the black lion.

Step into the river without hesitation.

It is stained bright red with returning blood and sunset sun.

The body of the treasurer reflected on the loose surface of the stream, which eventually smashed.

"Please help me. Whoa!! Dead or not!!

"Die."

When the collector relentlessly threw up, he waved the black lion in both hands directly from the front.

When I wondered if a red straight line ran perpendicular to Geese's face, everything turned red monochrome.

The voice of despair echoed.

Kick the bloody face.

Rarely did he drop arrow cod and slaughter on Geese's body, which was buried halfway into the river.

The river surface is splashed up, bodies floating or sinking repeatedly.

The collector keeps chopping up the body like it was possessed.

It was a substitute for the usual whimpering of the collector.

It was thought that the fierce noise would last forever, but it was abruptly blocked.

Nelly jumped on the back of the collector naked.

"That's enough.... So don't cry, Klando"

Nellie gently accompanied the other to her right arm holding the sword as she turned her left hand around the collector's thick hips.

The collector keeps shaking his back silently.

Nelly continued to lean on the spot as she wrapped her man's grief around her.