Dungeon+Harem+Master

When Victoria returned to her office, she rubbed her temples hard as she dampened her tongue with the water she had carried to the samurai. He was beginning to experience severe blunt pain in the back of his head.

Naturally.

I haven't slept one night since last night.

From now on, the endless long street continues. Given that, it would be a better decision to get some sleep around here.

However, my nerves were strangely high and I didn't think I would be able to sleep, although not very well. Place the ivory glass you had on your desk. I took my hand mirror out of my drawer and looked at my face. Sigh leaked at the harshness of so much haggling.

"It's not a very public face."

One end of her misery was the elf-side negotiator, Fraser, who turned into Princess Karen.

At first glance, it wasn't the type of thing that was vague and sharp.

But it was like a tease or an infinite wall that was unresponsive to this man, pushing or poking. It is not the type of use of speech, nor is the language uniquely intimidating to the horseback riding nation. Instead, while I was talking to a man named Fraser, there was a strange air that was a cow walk away, but came by step by step. It's dull and heavy.

The well-toothed words of the executives, including Victoria, all felt lightly slipping up in front of him. Steady steps like cattle gradually compress and dominate the air on the floor. While I'm insulting you, this one is being hunted down to a cliff, and when I realize it, I'm being pushed down to the sea. Confronting each other, there was a creep that made me dream of such a negative image. For the first time, I'm glad to say that it is, that I meet a man who just shreds so much energy across the street.

"This would have made Princess Karen a hundred times easier."

The demands of the elf side are, of course, the total surrender of the castle side. Naturally, I can't drink that demand, but I also had to avoid letting them take their seats and get back in front of the playboard.

The fraser does not ring a particular castle-side non, but pokes at it to bite and include only favorable conditions when it surrenders pale. The fact that the short-minded executives had to meaninglessly crush their nerves to those who would hold back from attacking them also applauded them with fatigue. Today I succeeded in somehow extending the dialogue with the Messenger.

But I don't know tomorrow.

It was even painful.

"Oh, my brain's going to boil"

As Victoria lay her face down on the desk and was bored, she heard a knock on the door of the door.

Shut up. If it's crap, let's roll the boulevard from end to end with that thing on top of the wheel. I want to roll. Absolutely roll. Decision.

Destructive aspirations swirl around the back of your brain like spirals. I noticed myself smiling before I realized it and felt a little scared. Take a big, deep breath to calm your mind. You can't still break it.

"Come in."

"Excuse me."

It is Radek, the minister of monastic garments.

Victoria responded as she left her body in the chair.

"Now what?"

"I escaped."

"What are you talking about?"

"An escort adventurer took Princess Karen and disappeared from the VIP room," he said.

Victoria looked like a night fork, radiating intense killing from all over her body, slamming her desk uncomfortably. Radek gave his consent only by moving one eyebrow slightly.

There was nothing as interesting as Karen expected in the city in time of war. It is not that there are no subpeople living in Silver Villago, but nevertheless people, when they saw the characteristic long ears of the elves, feared and repelled. No matter how many piles of earth sacs you walk in the streets, it's the eyes of the people's guesses and the voices of the soldiers whose voices you can turn to. Karen's depression exploded when the collector presented the soldier with the identity card of the Adventurers' Union (Alliance) for identification for the seventh time. She has pushed her shoulders silently as she swelled her face. I can't help it. Anyway, no restaurant would accept an elf with care. I've been walking around for nearly three hours and I don't get a glass of water in my mouth. I wasn't in the patient state of my boxed daughter.

"Hey. I'm thirsty."

"Sora."

The collector throws the water bottle he was raising on his hips. Karen opened the lid and frowned, keeping her face close and her nose tickled like a rabbit. Close your eyes and swallow the contents. Occasionally, I held my mouth down with my hand.

"Surui. Oh, my God."

"Don't complain. Well, let's go somewhere we can rest a little."

The collector headed to the Louise tavern, pulling Karen's arm, which did not hide his grievances. Usually, there were only a few figures in the slums where a surprisingly large number of humans wandered from day to day. The interesting building with the season looked more lonely than I can remember. Push open the swing door and go inside. At the dim store counter, a blurry, magazine-looking woman raised her face.

"Cland, you're here."

Louise shook her eyes gladly, slowly approaching her and turning her hand around her shoulder. Smells mixed with alcohol, perfume and sweet body odor drain the tip of my nose. The collector held Luise tightly from the front and creaked together. It smelled like orange, close to Coantro.

"How are you doing?"

"Nothing's going on, there's an idle bird ringing. But you're happy. I can't believe you didn't even show your face when all this happened. Really, you're making a woman cry."

Luise mumbled, pressing a rich swell to make a sweet voice.

"Hey. I'm tired, so I'd like to take a break now."

"Oh. Also, you've got a pretty little lady. That kind of thing, come on. Sit wherever you want, young lady,"

"Ugh, yeah."

Luise helps with the romance, too, or lovingly recommends a seat. Karen sat down a little shy in the counter chair.

"Aren't you hungry? Something to eat lightly?

"Yeah, a little"

Luise came back from the cooking area behind a while later with food in the silver basin as the collector hoisted the liquor at his discretion from the bottle he had on the counter. Sandwiches and freshly brewed tea make the hot air.

"Young lady, should you have been drinking too?

"Yeah, that's it. Thanks."

Karen gradually got used to it or gradually regained her energy and smiled. When I ask Luise to get a bowl, she carefully washes out the tip of her hand.

"You're this young lady, I hope. Klund doesn't know what he touched. He can put anything in his mouth."

When Karen looked at the neighbor's keeper half-eyed, she sighed as if she had.

"Ningen, I'm going to break your stomach. Clean your hands before you eat."

"That's okay. My hands don't get dirty in chakras."

The collectors sought to preserve themselves with theoretical armaments of different dimensions that were incomprehensible to ordinary people.

"Bye."

Karen slapped lightly as she let her cheeks loose half way. Luise looked at the two with a warm glance as she poked her cheek wand.

As Karen reached for the sandwich, she carried it to her mouth. I let my eyes shine and honestly revealed my joy.

"Yum, yum."

"Oh, good flattery. Thank you very much."

Even if not, it is a good looking after Luise. She was narrowing her eyes as she nicked and watched Karen carry the snack round her mouth.

"Hey, Klando. I don't know what happened, but I want you to meet Mary. That kid hasn't been down a lot lately. I know it's too much to blame, but I'm not sad to see my young daughter down."

"Oh. If that's the case, I'll be fine now"

"Yes. Good for you. I don't have to worry about getting out of here."

"... no evacuation? Mary was worried."

"Apparently, you've really met him. If that's the case, that's enough. It's the same where you would be if the walls were broken than you are in this city. Besides, if I left the store badly, it wouldn't be weird if I was burned whole when I got back. I don't know if these idiots are any better than the barbarians."

"Even an idiot would spare his own life."

"Even so. This shop was painstakingly built by a dead pawn owner. Damn, it was only fifteen and she was a little girl who didn't know the right or left. It's thoughtful. I'm sure no one will understand that, though. I haven't had a day off in eleven years since this store. I'm not proud of it. Even if a ghost comes or a demon comes, as long as he's alive, he can't close it. It's not like I had a will from the pavilion owner."

"If that's the case, it's not how I can do it."

When the collector dried without leaving the contents of the glass, he saw Shizuku fall upside down.

"I'm sorry. Awkward. I think so myself."

"At least pray that this castle doesn't fall"

"It's not like we can't do anything about it."

Louise showed her white teeth and laughed as she pointed behind the counter. As the collector stretched his neck and peeked, Luise picked up a portion of the floor and let him open the entrance leading to the stash room.

"I keep food and water in this. You can hide for a month or so."

"Doragi. Let me see."

He poked his knee on the floor with Luise and dropped his gaze at the bottom of the dark channel. For a few minutes, the cold air strokes my cheeks. The unique moldy smell of the confined space poked my nose. Second, when I looked up, Karen, who was playing with the sandwich disassembled, looked at this one violently.

"... you want to see it too"

"Nothing. If Ningen wants you to see it, you can think about it."

"You're the Mendoxae one. Hey, I'll let you in. Come on."

Karen broke in between them with a quick move, though bumpy at the tip of her mouth. Iron railings hit the vertically descending passageway regularly, which seemed pretty safe.

"You used to use it here in the vegetable room, didn't you? I'm half-stocked right now."

"Karen, do you want to come down?

"Yeah, I want to get off! Oh, no. No, not really. If you're scared, you can come down first."

Karen lets off her cheeks with a good tide as she hives her palms.

Whatever you think, he looked pretty keen to take a look inside.

"Well, please."

Keeping an eye on curiosity, Karen descends further and further down in a mild motion.

"What do you think? Downstairs."

"Ugh! Not as deep as I thought. Ningen, you have to come down now."

It is a raucous and bright voice.

Imagining her enjoying a bit of adventure, the collector let her cheeks loose.

The collector immediately closed the door lid patterned as he laughed more at Louise's face.

"You know... stop it."

Louise shouted like she was stunned.

Almost at the same time, a hurried scream was heard. The sound of climbing the cuckoo railings at a terrible speed approaches. As the collector stepped back and reflected his gaze on the slab, the lid was pushed up like it had been bounced.

"Nah, my God. Stupid!!

Karen waved her hands up and down as she protested violently in tears. It was like a waste of time.

The collector relented to Karen like a mischievous kid as he was pounded on the chest plate.

Luise softly wished in her heart to God, who would not normally pray, that this routine would continue forever, whether or not.

"That sounds a lot rusty."

"What are you talking about? It's obvious. We're in the middle of a killing."

When the collector sarcastically told him, Karen raised her face from the dirt base beneath her feet, which was dropping her gaze.

After checking the cheapness of Luise, the collector moved to what was considered to be the most scenic spot in the city at Karen's request. It is a watch stand that stands in the middle of the city with the best view of the city during the war. Dirt bases are built everywhere to stop enemy soldiers from breaking in, even all over the hills that run down as they wind up. There were just few figures in the city where the sun began to lean, and most of the shops that were open as usual were early. When this happened, the only person roaming the city was a self-defense organization or soldier in each compartment.

Several Phoenix Knights squads are patrolling the city's main flow lines to smudge and crush to prevent a deterioration in security. Until the wild dogs and wildcats disappear without one left. In anticipation of the cage castle, it was evidence that the city's humans captured it without remaining and made it a food tassi.

"Right. We're in the middle of something."

Karen crushed like she was tired and kicked the pebble at her feet. The small debris ran down the slope without sound and eventually became invisible.

How much do you hate it?

Karen shook her head silently. When the collector visited the crap, he felt something bitter spread in his mouth.

"... right. Come to think of it, no one likes to kill each other."

"Nothing. We don't like to hurt each other either. But even if they hurt their pride and shut up, they get the insults of other tribes. Once we pull back, that becomes the norm and we have to dawn one fertile land after another. Livestock cannot be fattened without good grass. Inevitably, poverty is inevitable. If you don't feed your family, your leader loses his or her composure. In that case, the clan falls apart and loses more and more power. A tribe without power is a miserable thing.

If it's any use, naturally we can't get people together, and it's like we've decided to lose. How much should you not lose? If you lose, you lose everything. The men shall offer their wives and daughters to the victors to beg for their lives. The elf who lost his pride is dead.

Sometimes you can't pull it off. The winner gets everything. That's the code of the meadow. Hey, Ningen. You're listening to my sister. "

The collector also knew that Karen's sister, Princess Thea, had been murdered on the eve of harmony because it was spreading in the alley. The sooner the good man dies. It was even a tragic ending.

"It would be the beginning of this war. Exactly, I know."

"He was a gentleman. He was kind enough to keep me in the mix. So Ningen, who humiliated your sister like that and took her life, can never be forgiven! Any Rocco Rocco would think so!! Me too, yes!! If I find your sister's revenge, I can peel her skin and chop her into inches!!

When Karen revealed her anger, she struck her fist against the outer fence with an awesome look on her face. The neat beauty drew like a ghost with anger, and the big eyes wanted to burn too much with the flames of hate. The power of the subhuman expression, close to that of the white race, is so impactful that it is not comparable to that of the Japanese.

But Karen's anger didn't last. Softening her expression like she was tired, she looked like she was about to cry.

"But if my sister were alive, I would never have forgiven you for all this."

The treasurer looked jiggly at the dripping side of it, keeping it elaborate. Suddenly, it was then that I heard something like a sharp feather flying in.

The collector hugs Karen on her hips and pulls her down to the spot.

Shrubber and a piece of metal run as she glides into the sky to the position where she was standing.

A circle rose to the railing of the observation deck overlooking the city.

Reflecting a bright red sunset that is about to fall, it emits a giddy and vicious light.

Like a polished mirror, I could deduce that it had a terrific cleavage to it.

Five men jumped in pieces climbing the stairs as the collector woke himself up.

Everyone hides their faces in a mask and makes a burnt brown cloak look dull. Eyes that pushed the intent to kill forward were gleaming demonically from between the covered cloth cuts. In his hands, he had a knife of about twenty centimetres each with an unusually giddy part of the blade. The part of the blade was unusually thick and at first glance it was close to Nata. If we put our swords together poorly, we can lose ourselves.

"It doesn't feel like knowing each other, I don't care what you think."

"I don't know! You can't know, these guys!!

When the collector hid Karen behind his back, he quickly pulled out the holy sword "Black Lion” and placed it horizontally.

One of the men let go of the cloth bag in his hand with momentum. That, something red and black, made a blunt noise by hitting the outer fence while spinning as hard as a ball of boring.

"Hih."

Karen looked directly at it and took a breath.

It is the head of a young man.

(Speaking of which, you said Victoria would wear an arm-written escort)

It is about her with no pull. It was hard to think that there was only one covert escort to protect Karen in the shadows.

(The rest, were these masks killed or scattered? Either way, now I have to do it alone)

"Hey, you guys. Just five of us, okay? Try to get close. This is your neck and torso crying away."

Dare to fly provocative light mouths.

The radiation of the men's intention to kill intensified so much.

The collector deliberately put out his forefoot in a snug motion.

I invited him. He's on board.

The five men unleashed the chakram, a circular dark vessel that had been planted on the cuff of their left hand.

between calls. The aim was precise.

"It's not like we met in the morning to bounce back!!

A flash of anger shook the blade diagonally to the side. Five chakram bounced off with a sharp metal sound.

That was the replacement for werewolf smoke for the war.

The collector struck a sharp poke at the belly of the man who had poked at him.

He jumped overhead like a locust.

Continue to wave your sword up to the upper level.

The blade ran vertically through the man's face from bottom to top. A blood splash struck a void.

The men rush in from left to right without even a trace of dust upset by the death of their companions.

He held the black iron sheath in his left hand and swirled it.

The man on the left.

A whirlwind that turned into an iron rod was eaten decently and his face was shattered and turned upside down.

At the same time he opened his half body and squeezed the right poke with a piece of paper.

A man's body swims while out of balance.

I waved my right hand down with all my strength.

The long sword broke the man's forehead to his jaw in a tangbamboo crack.

The eyes and parts of the brain become thin and scattered.

Excited Karen opened her eyes and cheered.

The assassins, who were struck three in an instant, began to wander without even looking behind them when they looked at each other. Running down the stairs to fly in agile movements like wild monkeys. I pulled myself out and chased him.

"Let him go."

The collector was also confident in his feet, but the distance between the two fleeing using a special walking method opened up as he looked at it. I need to at least capture one of them and find out who ordered me to sleep with my pillow high.

"Leave it to me!!

Face up to a transparent voice that passes far away.

He set up a half bow that Karen was offering to his hips and was holding an arrow.

For a moment, it is such a beautiful form that it is blinded.

From the dance floor of the watch stand, when she sets her aim on the enemy shadow beneath her eyes, she releases her fingers from the squeezed strings.

The arrows released sucked across the back of a man like rice grain as he drew a beautiful parabola.

"Don't do it!!

The collector followed the other as he kicked one crack that had been shot through his torso and made him unable to move.

The man jumped into a narrow alley with little deceleration and ran around impotently trying to force him to pull off his chaser. There are clutter left behind in a dense area of fine private houses. It's best to run so you don't fall.

The man releases the chakram without even looking behind him as he turns around the alley. I broke the middle-aged man's shoulder sharply with a peek at his neck for something. As the scream stretched its tail, the murderous city began to gather.

"He's an enemy spy!! Give me a hand if you can't grab it!!

It was a conundrum measure. In response to the voices of the collectors, people rush over. Anxiety was turned upside down and everyone was stripping out their ferocious beastliness.

"What!?

"All right, gather the men together!

" or the women throw stones!!

"What the fuck!! WHEN HATE Barbarians HAVE TO HAVE!!

"I'm glad the one with the dog didn't stay."

No, the man's enemies are no longer just the collectors. The crowd pushed against the narrow path of the alley, acting as a natural force. When this happens, many are passive. Trained assassins were also thrown all sorts of things from countless crowds, with severe hand wounds all over the place.

"I cornered him. Mind your own business!

The collector fisted and stuffed the sweat off his flowing forehead as he stuck the road and cornered a man in an empty space about the forehead of a cat surrounded by buildings.

But it was only once that I was certain of the victory.

"Uncle, what's wrong?

Whether he was hiding in a long grass of long lengths or about five when he was old, a young boy appeared softly.

The man stuck his blade to his neck as he held the child in one hand as he ran his sticky eyes in all directions.

"It's not coming! Stubborn! I can't believe you took the kid hostage!!

"That's Nora and this Tomas!!

"Damn you, you geez bastard!! Give the kid a hand with even one finger!! I'm gonna carve you into a catfish with the whole city out, so get ready!

People peel off their eyes and keep screaming like monkeys, but Tomas was in the hands of a man. Tomas cried out frightened by fear because he was surrounded by numerous human beings and strangled by ghouls. I caught up with him out of breath. Karen cracks the hedge and pushes him out front. I saw the little boy captivated and frowned hard.

"Drop the bow!!

A man screamed when he noticed a half bow in Karen's hand. The tip of the blade poked at Tomas was pushed out and a puffy bright red Shizuku emerged from the white neck muscle. Karen regrets, putting her half bow at her feet.

"Slash the strings."

The man giraffed his cloudy eyes and commanded them with a cloudy voice. The collector stood, moving his sword and severing the strings. Buh, and there was a blunt sound and the hemp thread could be played.

Rest in peace.

The man kept the toddler alive, poking his sword at the crowd and ordering him to retreat.

"Boy!!

A young mother about twenty years past keeps calling my child's name like crazy. As it is, if we allow the man to escape, eighty-nine Tomas will be killed. After I let him escape, he's just a crying toddler and other shackles, and there's no reason to let him live. That could also be deduced from the fact that the man is showing Tomas the blood paste on the blade on sadisteck.

"Hey, you. Let the child go. I won't let these people do anything about it. If you really need a hostage, I'll take my place."

"... come here"

"Idiot, don't go!! You're after him!!

Where Karen approached foolish honesty, the assassin would accomplish his purpose in peace. Even after stabbing Karen, the card named Tomas remains. It will be enough to escape.

Karen kicked the ground and leaped obliquely as the collector embarked on his attempt to jump out with a rash. Distance to the man, about five meters. The blade stained in the sunset is burning red.

The outrage of the crowd and the screaming of his mother mixed in and sounded.

Karen quickly removes the arrow by picking the wings from the hips' arrows.

He threw an arrow at the man as he twisted himself.

Root stroke.

It is a martial arts throw to and from the battlefield, developed if the bow cannot be pulled in the Battle of the White Soldiers.

The released arrows were sucked down his throat much faster than the man could move the knife.

About, and the man's body loosens diagonally.

The arrow butt, which ran like a wind, destroyed the spinal cord until it was completely free, causing it to stop moving.

As Karen rolled obliquely, the collector jerked off his jacket and jumped.

A long sword pulled out amputates the man's left arm. The toddler cried high as he fell into the grass with each arm. I kicked the man in the hip and stabbed him through the right wrist with a knife.

"No! Who asked me to go after Karen!!

The man turned his neck upside down wondering if he had opened both eyes when he grinned spookily. The mask on my mouth gets wet as I look at it. Peeling the cloth slice, a thousand slices of flesh peeked into his face. He chewed his tongue and made his decision. The severed tongue unwinds with a circle, blocking the trachea. The cause of death was suffocation.

The collector, when he pounded his tongue hard, slammed the cloth cut to the ground. Close to his face, he smelled a unique incense burned from the man's clothes.

"Damn it, die on your own. I don't know anything about this."

"Are you kidding?"

Next to the collector biting his teeth and regretting it, Karen spoke to Tomas. I could see him crouching and gently reaching out. Tomas, crying but looking at Karen, frightened his face and fled to the grass, suddenly releasing when he picked up the stone that was falling.

There was a gushing dull sound.

"Ah..."

It was thrown by a toddler. Not so big, but did the chopped corners hit well, Karen's forehead ripped and bright red blood poured out. In a shock that was violently rejected by the person who helped her more than the pain, she paled her complexion and sat on the spot from her ass.

"Oh my god, this kid!!

I am the benefactor of my life. The mother made a golden sound as she ran out and held up my child.

"This guy is an elf!! It was the elf that killed your father!!

"Chi, no, I am"

"Kill, kill! Murder!!

"Boy, don't!

Tomas goes half frenzied and storms in his mother's arms. The people of the city rushed up to Karen, who snarled on the spot. There, the goodwill and sorry of the simple people had been pushed forward.

"I'm sorry, sister"

"Tomas' father died in the war the other day."

"It's what kids do. I don't know anything. Give me a break."

"It doesn't mean the elves are all bad. There are plenty of subpeople in this city."

"That's right. You risked your life to help her. You're not like a fucking barbarian!

"Look, hey, hey. Beautiful face ruined. Why don't you take a break?

Whenever Karen heard the comfort of the people, she looked around with uncomfortable faces. The collector turned away from Karen, who had lost color until he crept.

As a result, a young Tomas face enters his sight.

The boy was dyeing his face bright red and burning up his young hatred, waving his hands around.

"Give it back!! Give me back my father!! Give it back!! Uhhhhh!!

With the whining of the young child and the apology of his mother at the same time, Karen fixed her gaze on the collector as she shrugged. Karen's silver eyes were now about to cry out, heavily distorted.

Karen ran into the crowd as she stood silently. The collector followed her as she quickly put her long sword in her sheath and wandered away. Straight down the boulevard through the narrow trail. Whenever the soldiers on patrol turned a surprising glance, they had to wear dog tags, the identity cards of the Adventurers' Union (Alliance).

The city is a wartime system. Soil bases are built everywhere, and uneven holes are dug to inhibit smooth movement. I guess I didn't mean to get away with it. Karen looked down and groaned as she stopped her feet perfectly under the tree of Keyaki.

"You wanted to be thanked?

"No......!!

Karen slapped Keyaki's trunk hard when she made a squeezing voice.

The lightly tinted leaves fell and applied to the silver hair.

What happened is not a big deal. I just got eight hits of an irrational toddler. Most of all, it must have been a shock enough for her to grow up as a young lady.

"Karen."

"Don't come! Ningen!!"

As the collector stepped on the leaves and approached him, he shouted in a screaming voice.

The rejection of humans was stronger than earlier. In the dim darkness, his back is faintly trembling as he falls with his trunk in his arms. The only thing a collector could do was keep quiet and stare at the little girl's back.