Dungeon+Harem+Master

Artemisia, the knight of the White Cross Knights (Sanctus Knights), known for her bravery and courage, just took a moment to understand what was happening in front of her.

I want you to imagine.

Suppose a woman with her upper body exposed was acting oddly ahead of her, who had managed to rely on Tsute to reunite her beloved lover.

As Artemisia, Nellie and Rudge stood abruptly on the spot, only one woman, naked, began to wear the sleaze and clothes.

From what I have seen, it is a collar that is quite difficult to understand but a testament to slavery that is worn on the throat.

From the clothes she wears, she will probably be the maid of honor she uses at the collector's house. It is a common story, such as the Lord's hands on young and beautiful maids.

(Here, it is suspected of my instrumentation to disturb. If I was even jealous of my youngest daughter, I wouldn't have Kiri. Calm your mind)

When Artemisia regained her usual calm, she proceeded to the centre of the visiting room, working as if nothing had happened.

Along the way, my gaze matched that of a beautiful maid with long blonde hair. There was a small crying impotence in the right eye area and the green eyes wet in tears bore a soggy worry.

Even if the woman Artemisia sees it, she feels a total furry hue. Instinctively, he was unconsciously biting his teeth with a sense of fear. He hides his bell-shaped breasts with both hands. The valley of the chest is lit with shame and loud cherry blossoms. Driven by the urge to shake the woman's face, she tried to act like she didn't care.

"What is it? You guys."

"... Huh!? That's good."

The subhuman girl, who was pressing her breasts against the glass on the facing table, let her go a lot better.

I can't feel any emotions. It's a flat voice.

"That's what we call it. We'd like to talk to your husband for now. In the meantime, I was wondering if you could stay outside."

Speak up so that Nelly can turn to the subhuman girl. She, too, had a mountain of questions she wanted to ask Klund, but it seemed obvious that she was patiently working on them.

"No, sir."

"Hmm!?

When the subhuman girl uttered the word of refusal, she turned her face again to the one seated by the zodiac, and did not give a glimpse of Nelly. I wouldn't have thought it would be ignored so far by the maid flair. Nelly was frozen on the spot with her mouth wide open. It's in my sight that Rudge, who was watching next door, is laughing at me even as he seems strange.

"Become... Nhh...!

Artemisia looked at Nelly's bright red face, shaking with humiliation, lowering her drinks often, then stroking her cheeks with her fingertips as if she remembered.

(Not if you're happy about this. Quick, we need to talk to Klando)

"It's the maid there. I want to talk to your Lord. [M] I'm sorry, but could you please take your seat off for a moment?"

Artemisia was born with a warm personality and also tended to prefer to avoid disputes with people. What gives way to people from one end is a peculiar personality immersed in full satisfaction, even if you see the welcoming face of others trying to lose money. It's an adjustable temperament I was born with. He had a much stronger spirit of service than people, and his sensitivity was rich and he had a tearful heart for even a few things.

But it didn't get here.

the treasurer, cannot give way to anyone with regard to the man who

He is the first man and the first and last man Artemisia has ever loved since she was born.

Thoroughly eliminate anything that rips between him and himself. As Artemisia glanced at the subhuman girl with a crease between her eyebrows, she jumped off the face-to-face bench, distracting her chest and approaching. It is a stunningly rich breast. Artemisia was confident no one could beat her when it came to the size of her breasts, but when she saw the girl's tense breasts in front of her, she felt a strong confrontation gush.

"Hey, why don't you take your seat off?"

"I refuse"

I felt like a few blood vessels in my brain were dimensioned at once.

Artemisia waved her fist horizontally and slammed it against the glass on the facing table.

When I wondered if a hard sound had sounded, countless cracks ran into the glass, which was magically increasing in intensity. Pan, and the metallic sound, the surgical ceremony unwinds.

Oh, and I thought I heard the keeper.

"Your husband. We're going to get rid of these people who don't know how to do this right now before we continue. Often, forgive me."

"Po, Pordina. I wonder what you're going to do."

"Don't worry."

Pordina smiled and showed only to the collector, turning again to the Artemisias with an icy look.

"Take it off."

"Yes, no, so, su"

Pordina also waves her losing and fisting and slaps her on the glass. The impact rocked the whole room, and now it was time for all the parts to disperse violently. The glass pours around as if it were a mirror, but both never move.

Pordina's tail is the opposite of her hair, which pokes her into the sky to be vigilant. Phew, and the sound of a rough nose struck my ear.

Slowly packing the time as the two flicker. I sewed that gap and my anger cracked from the rear. The guards rushed to hear the sound of the glass breaking.

"You guys ahhh!! What the fuck!!

"Hih! The glass. How the hell did you do that?"

"Cancel, the meeting is canceled!! You guys, get out of here now! Come on, be quiet."

"What the hell was in this room?"

Ignoring the guards' words, the two continue their conversation. A square-faced guard, like the base version, who wouldn't put up with being ignored, even if he was used to ordering, stepped on the estate with blue bars on his forehead.

"Your husband wanted me to show you my breasts."

"Mm, give me your chest. Hey, why?"

"This body of mine, from a single hair to a drop of blood, all belongs to your husband without excess. If you tell me to take it off, I'll take it off, and if I tell you to crawl on the spot, I'll keep crawling until I die. That's the way to be a slave."

"Right. Well, you're based on a lot of faith, too."

"I'm kidding. Ahhh!! Where do you think you are!!

Crying kids shut up, too. Silver Villago Central Prison. Whoa!!

The base version touches Pordina's arm.

"Don't touch me. Shiro."

"Awabi!?

Pordina poked her fist at the speed of the wind into the face of the base version. As the base version wrapped around the guards behind him, he hit the wall and spewed out blood reflexes gobbling.

"Haha, I did it"

"Oh, wow."

Hannah and Victoire each made a surprise look, staring at the mountains of stretched guards.

Nelly and Rudge said, "Are you serious? This guy......" with a good look, I saw one satisfied Pordina's face after work.

"What are you thinking? I didn't know you were gonna get your hands on the guard."

"Again, you should have done this from the beginning"

When Artemisia was instantly ready, she began to pull out her sword by sheath and break the remaining glass with a pattern head. Rudge took out the star's magic book Astro Grimoire and sighed loudly. Nelly has taken her purse from her waist and begun counting the contents. As each of them began to circle their thoughts for future action, they heard an elegant voice calm down from the hallway.

"I thought I would definitely soften something, but I didn't expect to break the law without hesitation. I just didn't think I'd make it this far."

"Guild Master, Chairman of the Adventurers Union Supervisory Board!!

"Victoria!! That, this is!!

Earlier, when Artemisia waved her hands and was severely upset, she was Victoria of Gilmouth, who took Leopardo and Radek with her.

"Artemisia, why did you give me special permission to see you because I begged you to? I didn't expect you to destroy the facility all of a sudden."

Victoria, who is s concerned, fishes up cat eyes and peeks into her eyes jizzily.

Artemisia took a step back, trying to be pushed by her little girlfriend.

"No, that, this, at the outskirts of things"

"Hmm. Fair enough. I don't have time for this nonsense right now. Artemisia, if you're going to demand the release of that adventurer, Kland-kun, I need your help. Can you ask for it? It's just gonna be a life-threatening job."

"I'll do it. I would do anything for KLAND!!

"If I and I can do it"

"Ugh, ma. He's one of us now. I'll work with you, too, bad leader."

When Artemisia got well as soon as she could, she slapped her chest and gave her pleasure. Loser and Nelly also raised their right hand all the way, and at the end of the day Rudge shrugged his shoulder to his liking.

"I saw you in a noble capacity."

Pordina stays half-naked and continues to put her under Victoria's feet, laying her eyes down and speaking out.

"Oh."

"My name is Pordina Belle Bella and I am your husband's loyal servant. I don't hate the work of dogs and horses if it's for the Lord's release."

Victoria enjoys herself, walking around Pordina, seeing and hearing Girosilo and her body. Apparently, he was scrupulously checking to see if it was a muscle that could fight from an exposed physical appearance.

"Uh-huh. Kland-kun. You have a loyal slave inside. Besides, when I heard her name, she was the Bella clan of the brave and courageous Wolves of War (Wearwolf). Outreach, I think I can use it. I have been generous to those who are capable. Radek, get the release procedure-!?"

Victoria's face, which was about to sing a nose song, suddenly froze.

The same gaze follows her trajectory. There was a young maid there, waving with a bright smile, and a maid trying to hide behind her back.

"Hey, tell me one thing. I don't know why you're here, man.

"Haha, princess. We're out of time. It's been two years."

"I didn't ask you that, Hannah. Hey, it's probably not possible. Impossible, though. Are you there, maybe not, Victoire?

"Oh, I ran away!?

"Catch me!! Get that kid!!

Victoire escaped as he was dislodged at the same time as his voice was heard.

Victoria's tall voice like a pull. The first to react to that shadow was Pordina, who boasted exceptional physical abilities.

"Ugh."

Rugby tackle Regards, Strike an intense bump from side to side. Victoire stopped moving by stretching his limbs to the cobbled floor, poking his hands and feet up completely naked like a crushed frog.

Victoria, with her expression off, slowly approaches.

Unique tension began to drift around.

With a gorilla-like physique, Leopardo turned away with his eyes closed.

"Hey, it's been a long time since we've met again, how's that reaction to my sister? Vee?"

"Ugh, sister. I, haha, nothing, I don't mean to do that"

"I hope I don't go home until I'm the best knight in the kingdom, and to quote dotakan the scattered pageant, I gave my sister plenty of trouble - and I didn't expect to run away without a greeting. As a person, what do you think?

"Ahhh. It's bad because my sister bullies Vee."

"Victoire, you can't run from here anymore. Including me, of course."

Keeping her sister on the beso side with a question mark, she stood up. Artemisia stared suspiciously at Victoria's face, which turned and became harsh.

"I'll go to everyone. This fortified city of Silver Villago has been besieged by a large army of step elves, who have broken the border in large numbers. That number, half a million. As a Traditional Adventurers' Union (Guild), we activate a mobilisation decree for all members of the Union to whom we belong, in accordance with Article 10 of the Special Regulations. I will not, as Chairman of the Steering Committee, wish that we would follow our pride, our swords and our souls and not gather much power alone".

The shock General Douglas' defeat of the first battle had on the castle side was actually not as great as General Oreil had thought.

First and foremost, it was mentioned that a martial officer named Douglas had not gained any confidence even within his peers.

He repeated the great language spectacularly from day to day, and there was a part of him that was also seen with cold eyes somewhere by his colleagues.

I'm not, I can do it.

It's fine to slap a big mouth, but when it came to the fact that those false masks peeled off, people scolded Douglas with a song.

Meanwhile, the garrisons, who did not show any bandit collapse and motivation before the war, aroused the opposite, rather than frightened, when they heard that their opponents were savages in the meadows. They had a lot of thoughts to decide with interracial equals poor equipment and military tactics. In short, there was not enough imagination or a sense of crisis. Most of the soldiers are merely recruiting peasants from the territory for a period of time to get in shape. They will return to farming once they have completed the military service prescribed by law, so to speak, they were "half-armed" and difficult to deal with with professional military personnel. Most of them couldn't read the letters, and even if they could write, their names were good places at best. It is not by and large a constant increase in the morale of soldiers without war. In order to build their confidence, the officers were forced to imprint how cowardly and vulnerable creatures were interracial, composed of sub-people other than themselves on a daily basis. Otherwise, the ignorant peasants assumed that they would not be able to take spears and fight, even if their enemies went up to the same people as themselves.

The enemy is weak.

Interracial people are cowardly.

Such imprints worked really well.

Also, as the peasants rose, they were given shiny polished steel armor and spears during training, forcing only the outfit to be repaired more than one serving. Humans, if they wear superior things and have excellent tools, they often mistake themselves for being first class people. When did the peasants start to think they were an invincible army, even though they had no experience with it? Officers in the field were thrust up by voices wanting to fight, and a second march was decided in the form of a push up from the bottom. The officers knew full well that, unlike the miscellaneous soldiers, the elves living in the meadows were plagiarized. Most often, weeds grow and cover the flowers. The voice of the miscellaneous soldiers covered the top and succeeded in moving the squad.

It was the night after General Douglas was defeated that 20,000 troops led by General Chester left the castle for the night. Step Elf's army also said they were not going to attack the castle early, and if the sun went down, they were moving their headquarters from the castle to where they could have been. The soldiers who left the castle in a festive mood talked during the march about what they would spend on the reward money before they fought. Leading such a low-quality army would have been impossible to win even if he were a well-known general.

In fact, the Chester Army's 20,000 nightmares were smashed to the point of no skin completeness, as if they were an example of defeat.

The undisturbed movement of the stricken step elves to the front line, which was sneaking around the hills, was accurate enough to pass through the needle holes.

The Chester army was partitioned into Zutazutas by the onslaught of the elves who harnessed the mobility of their fast cavalry, destroying each one without being able to help each other.

If this happens, there's no way an under-reached miscellaneous soldier can stay on his feet and fight up the farm.

General Chester watched the enemy move just as closely, although to a degree slightly above average. In the less vast hills, it was discernible that the number of step-elves attacked was almost the same as that of their own troops.

He sent a decree to gather soldiers who still retained restraint and fought all the way to the morning, but did not compete from the beginning with the great army, which could replenish as many successors as possible.

When he chose to die proudly and struggled to the end, he literally ran and slaughtered his enemies with his ministers. General Chester's struggle to abandon him managed to get about half of the defeated soldiers back to the castle, but he managed to lose more than 10,000 soldiers in a one-day meeting.

Can we go?

Castle General Oreil, who allowed his troops to leave with about the momentum, just broke his heart in this defeat. I broke it. He pulled to the castle like a tortoise child, and now it was time to lurk his breath and keep the castle gate tightly closed. I didn't even know what it felt like.

It was only in two days that the force left on the castle's side, which had lost nearly 12,000 generals, had broken 40,000. Originally, the number of soldiers indicated by the decree was set at 100,000, but the lord also acquiesced in it, morphed into a long Pacific world, as a vacation during the summer, when it became the norm to return half of them to the territory. We need defense, but the expense of keeping nearly 100,000 unproductive generals at bay at all times is enormous. When it comes to reducing this in half, it is a wish or a fulfillment, especially if you try to be a lord where there will be no war either.

An overview of the castle's forces here looks like this:

Silver Villago Standing Army, just under 40,000.

Knights of the Phoenix, three thousand.

White Cross Knights 500.

Altogether, it is approximately forty-three thousand and five hundred.

The opposing army of step elves is estimated to be less than half a million large armies. Based on the Attacker Triple Principle, it would be a calculation that 120,000 or so troops would be sufficient to drop about 40,000 Silver Villago. Rapidly recruiting soldiers from citizens can't be a use, but can instead be a leg pulling shark. In doing so, the Adventurers' Union (Guild), which has more than 10,000 adventurers who are likely to be instant warriors, also had fervent expectations from Castle General Orrail.

No, one end was to be responsible for shaping the battlefield on the weak shoulders of Victoria de Barthelmy, daughter of a lord and president of the union's governing board.

"Yeah. I thought so, but it still seems like a bad gathering..."

Victoria stood in the basement of the Adventurers' Union (Guild) on one of the great platforms of the Dungeon's space and gauged the number of assembled adventurers.

Quote many, four thousand places.

"Though five thousand stomped on stiffness. That's less than I expected. This."

She hunched, squeaking her nose, raised her high nose beam and glanced around.

"I urged you to declare that if you don't assemble, it's possible to remove them. I'm sorry, princess."

Radek nearby apologized in an honest tone.

"It's okay. So, what about the five examples? Have we gathered?"

"That's what makes you look like on this occasion, only“ The Brave ”and“ The Holy Knight ”. According to officials, the other three are in that dungeon."

"He says he's diving even in this state......!!

Victoria chewed her thumbnails nervously off as she caught the cat's eye. The act of biting a nail is also a historical act of self-injury. She had a habit of even biting her nails when exposed to excessive stress. Radek, whom she counted from the age of ten and who had been a guardian for sixteen years, just this time did not pay attention.

"What is it, Wu Yingjie? When it comes to trouble, don't do anything for me!! What the hell are you doing? If the castle falls, you'll know in advance that you can't dive into it. It's like I don't understand."

Wu Yingjie, as its name suggests, is the title given to five clan leaders at the apex who led the largest affiliation to the Adventurers' Union (Alliance). What they have in common is only one thing: attacking the dungeon, where Victoria is also a woman, although she did not originally want co-ordination. Against them, if it becomes a crisis, we can join forces. He still had fantasies about things like that. But it also became an abomination.

“Brave” Alexei.

“Holy Knight” Bridget Fortune.

“Wolf King” Theodore.

Pumpkins.

“Necromancer” Gomorius.

With the exception of Bridget, everything was male and everyone was the owner of a jumped out combat ability with no one left but an alien talent.

"I don't see Alexei, but you just seem to have Bridget. I don't know what I'd do if I was too far away from her. Actually."

'Cause she's instrumental.'

"Naturally. Because I am behind her clan for times like this. I'd be in trouble if it didn't help me......!

What Victoria was basically asking for was a girl named Bridget Fortune, officially certified by the Romless Kingdom, with the title of Holy Knight. Her clan, the “Confederation of the Holy Knights”, was the largest of more than five hundred in total, all made up of women. The crew were all dressed in red armor and clothes, and quietly rested in the corner of the adventurer, as if a small dawn were to blossom.

At the age of twelve, Bridget was a typical Romeless believer who adhered strictly to the doctrine to the rarity of yesterday, when he was commissioned in the Cathedral Church of the King's Capital. She freely handles cross spears on burning red hair, the strongest dragon quarter a quarter inherits dragon blood.

By contrast, the other Wuyingjie “Brave” Alexei clan on this occasion was just a tight party of six.

He was a brave man, certified in neighbouring Etria, whose potential was called infinite, but not so smart at all.

However, it is noteworthy that each of his five companions was a thousand strong men, so much so that one was said to be equivalent to ten thousand.

"Alexei, although a little otum is not good. I just need to think about where to use it. And you're here, Artemisia."

Yesterday, the most famous was Artemisia, the call of the Virgin.

In a clan called The Golden Wolf, she was the deputy commander, but launched a kung fu to defeat the evil dragon king said to be absolutely impossible, and her hopes were growing. Now, even at this moment, she is called by name as she is screwed by the adventurers around her. From what Victoria sees, her swordsmanship and swordsmanship never took any traction from Wu Yingjie. The only thing is, if there are any shortcomings.

What's wrong with a man's taste?

Victoria couldn't understand why a woman like her would cling to a third-class adventurer named Klund. From what I hear, she kicked the courtship of Antoine Bodwan, the leader of the White Cross Knights (Sanctus Knights), who still belongs today.

Victoria also knows, but his sight, his character, his skill, his appearance and his personality are all much more than first-rate. If Antoine asked me to marry him, I would be confident to snort on the spot.

Do a spare thing. Even while Victoria thought so, Artemisia waited in the waves for the collectors to arrive at the practice field.

(Funny, I can't believe you didn't come at the promised time. Is something wrong?)

Next to Artemisia, who looks worried and nagging, Rudge runs his eyes into the book, thinking about something.

Meanwhile, speaking of collectors back then, they still couldn't reach the union's office and were sickening for silver carriage pavilions all over the city.

After his release from prison, the collector returned the Pordinas to their homes.

And he was going to see Lacey and Hilda to get them to safety.

You were right to go to church the first time. Lacey and Hilda lived in a robust church, avoiding distress. At Victoria's suggestion, he had issued a proclamation that he would free some of the dungeons and tear away citizens who had no escape there. The collectors thought they would be safe if they were in church, but they said they were planning to head to the dungeon's evacuation facility after convolutionizing the surrounding citizens at Marco's direction. When he leaves church to shake off two anxious people, he runs into his home. It does not mean that the castle will fall even today, tomorrow, but such chaos itself, since the city was built, must have been an unlikely crisis. It beats faster for no reason, swallowed by an atmosphere of senseless suddenness.

Of course, the collectors can't possibly know about war or anything, and that would be the same for the people of the city.

It was natural to stand up.

I climbed up to the walls and thought to look at the enemy's armies, and changed course, but all over Tsuji, they were sealed off by the hands of soldiers. It is one of the means to prevent the enemy from advancing because of the breaking of the castle gate. The murdered soldiers shook the tip of a well-polished spear as they glanced at the collector with their blood-running eyes, yelling at him for no reason. Inevitably, when I returned to my original path, I had made sure that I was pushed away by the crowd and had come to an unrecognizable path.

"Whoa. You're desperate to wash potatoes, damn it."

Throughout the city, it was filled with swarms of people moving towards designated evacuation sites. All roads are in a situation where there is no foot trail. Looking sideways at the people who would change their blood phases and move around, the collector looked at it jiggly, as if somewhere. From what I hear, the number of step elves, the enemy's interracial race, is more than half a million.

"It's roughly like a whole bunch of people from Tottori Prefecture moving around. Don't be afraid, Tottori."

As the collector was putting his thoughts to Tottori's fame, he heard a tall scream from the alley behind him.

A peek into the alley, then. Behind it is a twisted way out, but it was a question of whether the two adults could finally get through.

The refugees on the road do not hear that voice.

Because the noise of the wide walking footsteps will make you disappear.

"Hmm."

As the collector was clearing his ears, he heard a fairly clear call for help this time.

For the most part, such a distraction would have led to the appearance of an uncomfortable man who attacked a woman. Even though it was a noisy world, and with security as clearly reduced as it is today, there was no wonder what happened. At first I tried to ignore it and go back to the Princess Mansion, but Lacey's face I saw earlier when we broke up came to my eye lid, and if I did, I shouldn't flinch.

"I don't know what else to do. Less popular scum. Let me take care of him."

I pounded my tongue hard and jumped into a thin alley.

When I did it, I went down the curved road to the clogged, and there were three young men packing their distance trying to fly around the two women.

"I'm not much of a hippo here either. Please don't let me kill you."

When the collector snapped angrily, the men turned around and stiffened their faces. The unarmed men were frightened to look at the long sword on the lower back of the collector.

Nothing, it was sarcastic that I didn't want to hold a woman until I risked my life.

"This guy has a sword!!

"An adventurer, I guess"

"Seriously, what?"

They fled, frightened, shunning the caveman, rosing from the escape route that had become a trident.

"Um, that helped -!?"

The girl, who was obviously about to hold a whore, sat down with her back crushed, stood up about time.

When she received a strange voice, she lifted her feather hat, which was worn deep in her eyes, and opened her eyes wide.

"CLAND......!!

There was the figure of the alchemist Meryandale, who raised his face with tears.