Dungeon+Harem+Master

In a thin blurry and brightly extinguished light, the great white thing was swinging quietly to the left and right.

If I stared, I knew it was part of a man's body.

"You're hit."

The low and squeamish voice was severe and was equipped with the prestige that had made 10,000 people obey over the years.

The man dressed in calm green distorted his mouth with a long, matte white jawbeard.

The old man, who counts seventy-four for the year, was the great king, Cliad Kang, who brought together fifty-four tribes in the meadows in one generation.

He pushed the Roccoloco tribe, his mother's minority, to the top of the step elf by winning more than a hundred degrees of matchup between the ages of fifty-five years and large and small.

The king's glance had not lost power as a glimpse, but on the engraved surface of the deep wrinkle, the colour of his distress was faintly floating.

Underneath his feet a general lay down like a flat spider.

He is the general of this defeat and a man named Ajal who took the lead.

He turned pale in front of the king, only waiting to be judged.

"Brother, this time it is not only Ajal's fault. If you blame me, judge this nonsense."

It was Elbredo Locorocco, the king's real brother, who advanced to cover Ajal.

He was known for his courage and courage under the seven kings, but he was often unconscious before the hands of his enemies.

"Good, victory and defeat are common in soldiers' homes. If I blame you for anything like that, my army will."

"But this reduction in soldiers is just as good"

"Since half a million is 300,000."

"No one can keep the flag color without sin."

Fifteen elders who refrain from doing so complained orally.

What they say is best.

Neither were the soldiers of the king, whose intercession was a union of tribes, able to ignore and arbitrate everything. The faces of Elbredo and Ajal distort in agony. It was the voice of a young and fierce young man who took away the depressing air.

"Not good, history. Rather, it's like removing starch. From now on, if you can carry things promptly only with true elite, you will be a sardine in misfortune!!

The blurring stopped pitifully, and together they watched the young man.

Over one hundred and ninety long lengths, a face so neat that it can be seen as a woman shapes an odd beauty.

He was wearing a bright scarlet coat with a golden knife and silver armor.

Long, glossy blondes blink like stars in the dim darkness.

BattleSeek Loco Loco.

As the firstborn of Elbred the king's brother, and as the king's nephew, his hope had plucked out the people.

In the next period, the king's call was also famous, and he was always followed by a brave warrior called the "Four Gentlemen of the Ether”.

Namely:

Ship Dragon King, Antero.

Double sword, Kashpal.

Reaper, Tuchirat.

God's arm, Ignaz.

of four. Plus, he's a deputy and a wisdom bag,

General Fraser,

Antero is a big man with eyes, and his best weapon is a giant battle axe.

Kashpal, the oldest and cheerful moodmaker in his belly, is one of the finest swordsmen in the meadow who freely manipulates his two swords, whose arms are said to approach BattleSeek.

Ignaerts is a skinny good man, who looks pussy weak, but his spear judgment is divine, and his call is high, and he has never taken unconsciousness in a battle on horseback. Battleseeker always had a victory in a match that used him.

Tuchirat is a skinny, dark-eyed little man, but his bow arm was Meadow One.

He targeted me in a match, and not a single warlord was helped. I was literally feared as the messenger of hell carrying death.

Needless to say, the Under-Secretary Fraser was a battleseek katana, and a genius that showed a strange flavor when commanding the great army.

The battleseek, who brought these five up, glanced around with thin golden eyes of pigment.

When the Presbyterian Union pressed uniformly and silently, he revealed his charming attitude, as he asked about the mood of the young warrior.

"The rest still makes sense like BattleSeek. Anyway, you can't count on the newcomers. But I don't like any more useless fights. The rest, I'm going to send a surrender envoy to Silver Villago."

The King's abrupt decision was accompanied by another blur.

right after an eye-covering defeat. The castle side was not built to be protected by a hard base and immediately defeated. Everyone, senseless, expressed the colour of anxiety on his face and hesitated. The problem is the messenger urging its surrender. Quite possibly slaughtered by an exasperated castle soldier.

According to information from the intermediaries who put it in the castle, the stockpiled food is at least, the soldiers are nearly fifty thousand praised, and from its vast citizens, one hundred thousand or Zhuang Ding there will be gathered, by the way.

In other words, the role of the honourable messenger had a good chance of pointless death.

"Well, it's about the messenger."

As soon as the king continued his words, the elders stopped the story perfectly. They may not go directly to the Messenger, but if they are appointed, they must nominate someone of considerable standing from their families. It did not feel good for them to nominate a clan member for a high official role in death.

"For the rest, I'm going to order my daughter Karen to be my messenger"

"Ooh..."

"It's..."

"That's a good idea. This honorable actor, if not royalty, will serve."

The Great King Cliad Kang nominated, among his thirty-eight daughters, his youngest son.

Everyone is gazing at each other with a sarcastic face on the other, with a relief look on their face.

The valiant Battleseeker nodded small as he sent his gaze to Elbredo, his real father, who served next to the king. Only honesty and rigidity made Elbredo smile weakly following with his fatigued, fallen eyes.

Shortly afterwards, the youngest son, the king's daughter, was invited into the temple.

As was the case, the prime minister immediately issued a note. She was trembling with extra honor as she sincerely worshipped her royal life, coloring her full face with the colour of joy.

Even if not spoken by all the generals, what is on their faces is an insulting colour similar to contempt.

He was chosen as the emissary of the honorable surrender by Karen Locorocco, the miscellaneous princess of Mixed Things with a human mother sent by the Romless royal family as a concubine.

"Oh, did that happen? I'm glad you didn't get shot through the head."

"You. Naturally, don't be scared."

The collector, when he returned to the shelter, went to the compartment assigned to Lacey and Hilda and enjoyed the morning tea party.

Later this morning, Lacey showed a strong fright when she talked about Yafumi, who was a castle wall, while Hilda was intensely excited. There was still time to wake up, but the evacuees continued to wake up, working on their morning schedule.

Already, the adults looked dark and whispered about the surrender, but in contrast, the children were running around looking fine.

"Hey, will the castle surrender?

"No, that won't be possible. A general named Bastian gave the Step Elves a pretty painful hand in the night battle. But if you're winning, you can have harmony on favourable terms."

"Is it harmony?"

"From what I've heard, the beginning of this battle is where we murdered the Elf princess. If the lord showed the measure and paid some condolences with the apologetic messenger, the elves who kept the mentes would also draw soldiers. But you probably can't."

"I can't, are you?

"Oh. I wouldn't think first that the winning side would drool its head. From what I've heard, the castle general's orail isn't that much of a figure. Right now, the representative on the castle side is Lori, the lord's daughter, but that would be just under-piercing. Other executives won't follow suit."

"I don't know what's wrong with me. Amazing, Klando. I knew I'd learn."

"Let it be."

Lacey spared no colour of praise for the degree of speculative reasoning she heard. The collector lights up and pushes silence. Hilda, who was quiet, suddenly shouted.

"Let's hit dessert this morning more than that!!

"You know."

"If Hilda..."

"Uh, I'm being silly. Both of you, my median rate is so high!

"No, I didn't. That's enough."

Hilda is lining up a topic that doesn't matter from next to next, with a clear yellow voice. Lacey, on the other hand, sat meticulously next to the collector, not trying to hold his hand.

"Why didn't you come yesterday?

"Mm-hmm. I'm kind of busy looking like this, too."

"Uh, Mr. Klund. I'm lying. You were playing around climbing the walls on your own. But. Seriously, it's dangerous."

"No, you weren't playing."

"True. Hilda's right. Don't worry too much anymore."

Lacey leans over as she sifts her long lashes. Soft breasts hit the elbow area and I can't stop my cheeks from loosening.

"Ah, that face! You're thinking about Eh again. I really can't help you, Mr. Klund."

"Oh, really?

"I don't know. Well, leave that alone for now. I wonder if there's any particular inconvenience between you two."

"Even if they say it's inconvenient"

Look around the compartment where Lacey is sitting. Around, the dispensaries, unworthy of minutes, brought in by Hilda in ecclesiastical privilege, were arranged in a uneven line, and only here, as if in a room of nobility, had emerged from the surroundings.

"It would be amazing! This is all I've had a hard time carrying. Hey, the faithful are helpful with a lot of submissive and gentle people -"

"What royal nobility are you? They're gonna stab you when you're asleep."

"Hilda. That's right, I don't know if this is a good idea"

Lacey cares about harmony with her surroundings and moves her gaze a bit. The citizens around them are forced to pull away from their peaceful routine and live in unfettered evacuation.

However, Hilda, a born noble maid, could not care less about the heartache of the common people. In this regard, unlike Lacey, she was a pure cultured young lady from the marrow of her bones.

"Uh, it's okay. Don't worry. Come on, let's play board games for the three of us until breakfast arrives."

"Let's play, it won't be!!

"Huh?"

A grudging voice stabbed her from behind as she was trying to enjoy her disability in a school trip mood.

"Heeluder!! You, you're not just playing around!!

"Ngu! Ilze Cordura!! Why are you here?"

A colleague of Hilda's, Sister of the Church, Cordura, stood behind him in shapes like Ashura.

"Mr. Hilda. It's not good to skip work."

Is the little Cordura exhausted from serving all night, or is the neighborhood floating snugly under her big eyes? The frivolous Ilse was also exhausted and exhausted.

"You know what? Just pick up a place and you won't be back yesterday after all! Usually, totally, totally, totally, totally useless, like Chile! Work at times like this Yikes!!

"Uh, but. I like to be served. I don't really like to be served."

"Are you kidding me!!

Cordura's eyes changed beautifully into a triangle, and something like a real-life king appeared behind her.

"Hiya, Mr. Klund. There's a ghost. Ugh."

"Who's the ghost? This is it!! Come on, don't stick around!

"There he is. - Whoa! Shit, they're gonna fuck-"

"Hey, Hilda. Or Cordura won't tear you apart."

"Do it!! Clando, you're the one who did the extra thing again...!

Cordura's angry spearhead is about to change direction.

The collector hid sassy on Lacey's back.

"Hey Hilda. Just stay here."

"Yeah, kind of that. Huh. I don't like basic volunteers or anything, do I? I'm sloppy, I'm tired, I'm not tired. Does it feel like I'm not in the mood right now?

Hilda shrugged cute and fluttered her ass to the left and right and refused.

"Isn't that a total denial of your existence?"

Ilse sighs with a tired look.

"Um, but I just like this monastic outfit because I'm a Sister, and I'm not particularly good at work service or anything."

Hilda made a silly roundabout statement and raised the wrath of Cordura.

"Ah, idiot."

As the collector expected, Cordura butched.

She barked high as she stared and restrained the treasurer with her eyes like the rebirth of a night fork.

The kid who was running around looked directly at it and cried out like he was on fire.

"Mm-hmm. Whoa. Oh, here we go!! Until the end of Cage Castle, I'll let you work on your sleepless break!! Look, Ilse, hold on tight over there!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hilda. But we really don't have enough people."

Cordura and Ilse pulled out hard as they turned left and right of Hilda to determine their shoulders, cheating. People around them gaze at this rare capture play, for whatever it is. Lacey got so embarrassed, she dyed her cheeks bright red and laid down.

"Yep! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Do Whoa!!

"There's no way that makes sense!! Cooking out, caring for wounded soldiers, emergency rescue, caring for kids, cleaning, solace, worship, then... Oh, too! The church has a lot of work to do! Come on, walk tight! Here!!

"Help me. Eh. Klund saaan!! Sa Ra Ra Ra Ra Ugh!!

"I'm not trying."

"Haku-jitsu"

The collector put his hand on Lacey's shoulder as he flickered the handkerchief and sent him out.

"We have finally defeated the presence of the vicious Hilda. But don't worry. The world revives the second and third Hilda in this land... let's just go outside"

"Oh, I don't know"

Lacey ignored the possessor's pretense. Pretty dry.

"That's okay. Shit. Oh, you'd better stain his bones with something called service."

"I wonder if there's a kland, that"

When Lacey quickly covered her head with something to wear, she stood first and walked out to escape the scene.

The collector is letting Victoire hold his rationing food receipt card, so either way, he couldn't get food with the Laceys. Leaving the dungeon and wandering around the city, as expected, some restaurants remained open as usual, with fairly high rates but no inconveniences.

Lacey and I take a stroll down the street. There were simple fortifications everywhere, and the city was regaining its calm, even if the soldiers were garrisoned, to some extent after a day, the citizens had also grasped the situation.

"Ah, it's been a long time since you and I have been bragging."

"Yeah, you are. So long, Klando. I heard the Adventurers' Union (Guild) drives us to gather adventurers, but that doesn't matter to Klan, does it? You're not answering."

"Hmm. But you can't actually ignore it sometimes. You could be expelled."

"Oh, no, me."

"Lacey?"

"Hey, stop going. It's war. Klund, let it die. No, I don't think so. Stop it, hey? There must be a lot of soldiers in the castle. Let's leave that to the Eli nobles, shall we? Hey."

"Lacey, in case the castle falls, we don't know what's going to happen to this city. Especially since they're interracial subnationals. Besides, nomadic peoples probably don't settle. I mean, you don't have to put your hands on the people of the land because you're not here all the time. The castle that lost to Kudosa will probably be the worry of the plundering mausoleum, and then it will be time for the great ones to decide on familiarity. I don't want to see Lacey like that. So if the final call is made, be prepared then."

"KLAND......!

Lacey rubbed her flaming cheeks like fire onto the chest of the keeper, hugging her.

I don't care if it's the whole city. The collector put his lips together as he drew Lacey into the shade of the tree.

"Huh... Ugh"

As they held each other in their arms for a while while, they heard the footsteps of the people running down the street loud.

"What?

I frown and see the way. Everyone was moving towards the west castle gate with an excited face.

"Hey, hurry up!! We won't be able to make it!!

"There he is, the barbarians' messengers are headed for the main street from the west castle gate!!

"What a joke this one is winning"

"We have the famous Bastian on board. Call me as much as you want!!

"This guy worships all the time, the name of the Romless kid is obsolete!!

When people scream at each other, they jump over the earthen sac, push down the soldiers and run like a running stream. The collector took Lacey and went for the boulevard.

"Let's go a little further. Don't let go of my hand."

"Ugh."

There were so many citizens gathered on the tree-lined roads of the boulevard that they wondered where all these humans were hiding.

"Whoa, get out of the way!! and"

When the collector scratched the hedge and jumped to the front row, a team of step-elf messengers was just past him. Left and right, Romless soldiers are following the escort. The appearance of forming a team was overshadowed by strong tension.

People sighed with admiration, blinded by one young elf girl leading the way.

The girl was riding prestigiously with her elf's unique long ears pinned out to the left and right.

It has beautiful flowing silver hair (silver blonde) tied to the twin tails.

My eyes were patchy and big, and this one was glowing silver.

With a strong looking face, her thin, lustrous lips were firmly drawn.

It brings together white based clothing.

Does it focus mainly on ease of movement, or is it only the chest area on top?

He was rounding out his white, smooth belly. The little heso was charming.

"Uh, Klando. You look like shit again."

"And I didn't. Oh, don't hang on."

White, smooth thighs are musty and meaty.

The surprisingly long legs wore sturdy white braided shoes and were polished to shine.

Karen Loco Loco.

He is the thirty-eighth daughter of Cliad Kang, king of the meadows.

She was the representative of a messenger who came to the castle to advise her to surrender. Turning fifteen this year, she came as her father immediately waved this major role and shook herself in the welcome.

"Ho. Something like a vocaloid elf."

"What, it"

The collector was speared by a soldier who was guarding the street as he tried to move further forward, ignoring Lacey's scratch.

"Stay away from me!

"What the heck. Why would you normally poke a vicious mon like that at an innocent citizen? Huh. Oh, oi! Look at that!!

"Ha ha!?

The soldier's complexion blued at once as the collector pointed.

From the other side of the street, two men walk out of sickness by poking guards.

There is only one aim.

Straddling the fat horse, he slashes head-on toward Karen, the messenger.

"Ahhh!

"Stop, yah!!

The men's sword arms were inside. When he instantly slashed away the soldier trying to seize him, he immediately rushed to Karen's feet.

"What! This ningen flair. You're going to get your hands on me!!

"Shut up, fierce tiger wolf barbarians. The Kingslayer will slaughter and throw away the evil!!

(It's not good. Regardless of surrender, if you slash and throw away the other messenger, there will be no negotiations or shit in the future!!

The collector knocks down a soldier who is not taken aback and trivial.

He took the spear, shook it up and threw it.

Hotip drew a parabola like a meteor.

At the same time, he kicked and ran to the ground as he pulled out his sword by sheath.

"Klund!!

Lacey screams. Shortly after turning around, the collector jumped toward the other man when he made sure the spear pierced the man's hips.

"Ha ha."

The frightened horse grows stiff. The collector slammed his sword with a sheath on the back of one of the remaining heads as he glanced with one eye at Karen being shaken off a fat horse.

The black iron sheath is the same as the iron rod.

The man collapses on the spot spitting blood reflexes.

"Damn!!

When the collector was forced to suddenly brake on one leg, he took the falling elf princess by flanking her.

"Ah, fuck. Does it hurt?"

"Hehe, Safe"

The zodiac smiles clumsily at Karen, who has held him back.

At first, she didn't seem to understand the situation, but when she was handsomely held by the man she met, she flushed her face once and for all and looked flat.

"Is that it?

The collector accidentally raises his tensed cheeks with his right hand.

Momentum, Karen, who was held, fell to the ground, shrieked, shrieking.

"Bu, disrespectful!! You know who I am. I'm not the kind of woman whose ningen flair can be touched with ease, hey!!

"Hey, what the hell?"

As the collectors tried to feed Karen, pieces and countless soldiers came together folded from behind. Neither can your possessor support this. I crawled to the ground like a crushed bun.

"You or the mastermind of this raid!!

"Hmm, no! Not at all. - Ugh!

"Hey, Ningens, even though your eyes are on Fusiana!?

"Secure. Perpetrator secured! Squad leader!

"All right. We're taking you to command now."

"Listen, hey, hey!!

"Bring the messengers to the floor as planned. Get rid of the wild horses!!

"Ooh. Scatter, scatter!!

The soldiers who are instructed are promptly forced to eliminate the spectators who lead them on the road.

"Klund! Klund!!

All that remained was Lacey's screams, which kept screaming to chase him to the clan to be taken.

By the time the sun rose roughly overhead, the Silver Villago Defense Conference Hall had finished putting in place a support system to welcome the envoys on the step elf side, and all that remained to be done was to wait for their arrival.

On the floor, it carries round tables that are difficult to distinguish between the top and bottom of a long desk that is always in use.

It was just after a thorough meeting last night. Everyone sat in their seats halfway through their dreams, wondering if the history of controversial lovers could even talk about it for so long.

Among other things, only General Bastian, who had made his mark in the recent meeting with Victoria, and Artemisia, who would refrain behind it as an observer, waited for the hour in a normal state, without showing any fine dust to drowsiness.

"Sounds about right. It's not strange that you've already arrived. Radek."

When Victoria snapped, however, the monk's belly replied while maintaining a faceless look.

"Ha, that seems to have caused a little trouble"

"Don't hide it, say it. The old men are dreaming anyway."

The generals on the side of the castle stood restless, even the ministers of Bunwu. I can't help it. Their average age is nearly seventy. Victoria had earlier advised me to take care of the floor, but everyone had stripped their teeth and refused, and the result was a shark resting on the desk.

"It seems that there was a tyrant who was attacked by the Elves' messengers. Seems to have been suppressed immediately."

"So! Are you hurt by the messenger!? What do you think!!

Drowsiness is instantly removed from Victoria's head. Artemisia's one-eyebrow, which she refrained from behind, creaked. If you hurt the messenger in this mess, he will feed you his outfit. As for the castle's aim, I didn't intend to accept the surrender, but I didn't intend to expose any signs that I would stand out and do it. The more you stretch out the conversation, the better it will be for us. Whether we wait for reinforcements from the King's capital or gather enough food from our territory, the more respite we have, the more favorable it will be.

"No, sayingly, there didn't seem to be any injuries to the entourage. At best, the princess of the elf rubbed her hands on her butt."

Victoria lays down her long eyelashes, hands on her modest chest, and breathes howlingly.

"Is that princess the daughter of Cliad Kang, the example ornament?

"Yeah, Karen Locorocco. You think she's one of the many daughters of the Great King? Again, barbarians. You're bound to mix blood with negotiating matters. In essence, what we discuss is a man named Fraser who is doing a roundup of his entourage. He means he's that great king's nephew and brave warlord Baltseek's katana. Take care."

"Hmm. I know..."

When Victoria snorted like a bore, a number of loud footsteps loomed across the door. I was serving a round table, Pordina stood on the way. Hannah, on the other hand, had a cute sleeping breath as she sat in her chair.

Pordina is temporarily hired in exchange for the release of the Adventurer Collector.

From what Victoria sees, she is quite skilled.

For free, it was a shield that could be used inside.

Bang, and make a loud noise and the wooden door moves left and right to open the kannon.

At the opening mouth stood a beautiful elf girl with a seemingly indulgent eye.

"Princess Karen, I have trouble with such a manipulation. Very, not a negotiating attitude."

"Ahhh. Uh-huh. It's okay. They're inferior ningens."

Everyone instantly understood from this by-doon attitude and the accompanying call that the girl in front of her was the princess of the elves. An elf's princess, your samurai-like woman, the elf, hits a strong contempt gaze, skinning the sound of a civilian slipping off her chair who was fumbling her nose. This one, too, is quite a beauty, no less than a princess. He wore a unique costume for the people of the moveable meadow that was perfect for his body, raising a short bow and a short sword on his hips.

(Oh, oh, that's why the old men wanted to pull it off. To be insulted by such an elf flair is a disgrace to the Barthelmy clan)

Victoria, biting her inner teeth, nevertheless forced her to take care of her sales smile and talk to her.

"This is it. I made it a step elf and saw you with Karen Locorocco, the son of the great Great King Klyad Kang. I, as Uncle Andrew's first woman, represent Lord O'Rail, the castle general, Victoria..."

"Oh, too. Because that's fine. Let's get started. You're not good at that, Ningen's such crap foreboding."

"-!! Yeah, that was a crappy forethought, for sure. Excuse me."

Karen met for less than a few dozen seconds and was nominated to the top of Victoria's annihilation list.

"So, when's the opening?

Karen asked as she put her foot on the empty seat of the round table, revealing her long, white thighs.

The generals stretch their gaze under their noses as they are caught in the feet of a young woman who flickers in front of them. Victoria asked back what the words meant while suppressing the men's desire to stick their cheeks down from one end.

"Well, it could be my mistake to hear it, so again, what the word means..."

"Er. Oh, you're so dull. That's what I'm asking you when you're opening this castle. I'm not stupid anymore. You can't really use it, scum."

scum, the blood vessels of the head were collectively disconnected at the part of the On my knees under the table sheet, squeezing my handkerchief, I put up with barely jumping. From behind, I was unnecessarily angry at Leopard's, Princess Calm down.

"Ho, ho, ho. Karen, we've had a little bit of a leap. We haven't decided yet to surrender."

"Eh. That's not a waste of time, then! She said I took her leg on purpose. Ha. I can't use it. Well, anyway, let's wrap up the story. And then, Fraser. I'll leave you to it."

Karen slapped pampers and hands behind her long ears. From the other side of the door comes a robust-looking man dressed in a kick-ass ethnic costume with a fold right. This man would be a man named Fraser, known for his young staff in that brave Baltseek wisdom bag.

But I don't care about that. I was going to get angry in my head.

"Uh, and then. There you are. The Ningen man who helped me. Nah, you seem to be catching him by mistake, so let him go. And that dumb Ningen guy. I need to ask you something, so let me come to my room! That's not it."

As Karen sang her nose, she threw it away nicely as she left, "Make it right, Guzz".

Victoria fisted and punched the round table as Karen left the room.

The thin eyes of the fraser open with surprise.

"No kidding! Little girl!!

In the meantime, Victoria succeeded in cutting the momentum of a newly-changed negotiator.