Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector was silently dropping his gaze on Victoria standing in front of him, keeping his coat in front of him. The carpet laid inside the office has long hairy feet and is well cleaned and clean. Victoria looked up with dark, staring forest-like eyes as she floated her legs slightly from the carpet buried up to her candle.

"I asked for Princess Karen's escort, but I didn't say a word about taking her outside. Yes, I remember."

(Oh, this is no good. Beautiful step ahead of you.)

The collector looked into the eyes of a woman who was somewhat running blood and gave up verbal flexibility. This is an eye that does not allow objections. If I stare further, my makeup is darker than when I first met her. I could immediately see that it was meant to hide my face. Victoria's stress, to my mind, is already considerable.

Dimensions say I put him on even more.

The atmosphere is likely to be devoured if excuses are made poorly. The collector, slightly conceived, went like a blowout.

"Well, that's good. That's how I came home safely."

Victoria took a short breath as she lay down her face. The grip on hand is open or closed. He had a thin, poor shoulder. Looks like a newborn deer.

…… I can't help it!!

Victoria did everything in her power to conjure up the actions of the collector, shaking her blurb, as she had conquered her tiny body. What a series of curses you can think of. I heard something like a foreign language that I couldn't tell from time to time if I didn't see something that fell into Japanese. The power of the contract at the time of the summons is not universal either. She scratches her hair, peels off her eyes and keeps making a metallic noise. The lady has a good word for it. She didn't even raise her hand, but the act was like embodying the image of a woman who had hysteria for everyone.

Rebuttal here is like oiling a fire. The collector closed his eyes, forcing Victoria to hold back in his brain, and by hanging him upside down and mausoleum, he maintained his spiritual equilibrium.

It was probably in anticipation of this that she kept her ministers Radek and Leopard away in advance. The treasurer was used as a starting point for stress.

"You are awesome because you know what's going on!!

"It's the same thing that got me back to the princess, the ambassador of the messenger!!

"I let you out of jail for a reason. Thank you so much. That's what I said!!

"Uncle is like useless. Shh!! I have millions of lives at stake living in this city!!

"I didn't expect it, but so much more!! By and large, it would be awesome if the relationship was getting worse than the beginning!!

"It's not just shut up, it's awesome because it doesn't matter if you do one!!

Victoria's questioning is struck out like a rapid-fire cannon.

I had a headache because of my kinky voice.

"Listen to me, honey"

"I don't know what else to do with you! Shame on you!!

"Hide."

Victoria had completely lost me. Shaken by his own anger, he grows ever more exasperated. I can't see back and forth. It was a dangerous sign.

This much, shouting doesn't even show the two outside the door the shaking of fine dust.

It was absolute to the Lord's command.

"Oh my...!!

"Hey, wait!!

I guess Victoria no longer knew what she was doing with too much fierce anger. Lifting the crystal glass, the ash inlet for visitors, he swung it over his head and walked off towards the collector. Although I left it to anger to act, her muscle strength was as weak as it seemed. It cannot withstand the weight and the movement braces to the left and right. Behind the zodiac's brain, an image of the tragedy was projected.

"Ah."

"I can't do this. Get him down now."

"You don't order me......!?

Victoria let her legs snap and tease her upper body.

As the collector leaned toward him, he covered himself over his body.

A dull sound sounds and at the same time a burning impact runs to the back of the head.

The collector felt blood coming from his forehead to his jaw at the same time as he was severely distressed.

"-!!

Bitten to death a silent anguish. I felt too much heat burning in my brain.

"Ahhh, it's so good!!

With the bleeding in his eyes, Victoria tries to raise her voice and call the people outside, just to regain her sanity.

"Shh."

The collector put his finger on her mouth to stop it.

"This situation in the Chamber of Secrets. Exactly, you're against me."

"So, but. Well, if I can explain it..."

"Have you lost me to the lack of use of escorts? That's all it takes to discredit you. Outside the door, it won't be just the kids' people. A woman who acts violence often and without self-control, a dumb woman who pulls a man off in a bad and emergency. They're both just going to hurt. Do you want to decide that this is chara for today? Huh?"

"But there's blood. We have to make allowance."

"It's okay, I'm stopping."

"Well, if you cut this deep, you can't stop without a stipend."

"So don't make a deck noise. No, I didn't tell you. About me. Look."

The collector let Victoria turn behind her back as she sat on the carpet and scratched her hair up. Black, rich hair. Lifts. My back head is pulsating hard. I could tell by the signs that she was big and thin.

"Are you out of spa?"

"Yeah. I don't know, even though you were losing me, such an assault..."

Well, look at that.

As the collector focused his consciousness on the wound on the back of his head, the marks on his chest glowed slightly.

"What? Light, it is......."

Whenever the light faded bright, the cuts on the back head blocked the needle of time like it had been reverse rotated, and the meat rose and the sore lid rose. The clot of blood, when occasionally dried, became white as ash, peeled off from the affected area and disappeared.

"Na"

"Liar. This is all, the wound in an instant. Is this restorative magic? No, this is nothing like that"

Victoria's eyes were full of incredible surprises and some fears. In order to wipe them out, the collector began to talk without leaving behind how he had come to this city.

That he is a brave man summoned by the princess Octavia from different worlds.

That I have known Victoire, the Knights of Kingsguard, in the past.

Mysterious, being chased by a homicidal group, but as soon as I entered this city, Pittari and that they stopped.

Now, being an adventurer diving into a dungeon, etc.

The collector hurts his fingertips with the tip of his sword if he tries to take his skin off. Concentrating his consciousness, Immortality Red, an immortal crest engraved on his chest, glowed faintly.

"Indeed, the crest of the street I browsed in the library of Wang Du. The rumor was true..."

"It seems that Victoire is incomplete."

The collector smiled at his lack of wisdom (Tactical One) and magic (Majorical Mana), which the original brave man could possess.

"I can't believe it's incomplete... this is a testament to the Savior"

Victoria looks up with an inadvertent eye as she makes her eyes shine and crawls her fingers onto the chest plate of the collector. There was a strong awe in his eyes that had not been there before.

"Then it was even you who defeated the evil dragon king Vritra"

Victoria left with a momentum that seemed to kneel on the spot as she changed her language.

"Hey, don't change your tone all of a sudden. That's so sweet."

"The words Artemisia always said were true, weren't they? True heroes are elsewhere. Please forgive my uncertainty."

"So come on."

"Immediately announce the facts to all Adventurers' Unions (Alliances) and let the public know the merits correctly"

"Damn, I've been playing all over the place, haven't I? It was as if no one would believe it."

"If I in Gilmouth admit it, the world will be convinced"

"You can't."

"Why?

"Then Artemisia will be the trick this time. I can't stand that."

Victoria bowed her head as she sighed.

"So this is a secret between me and the brave man."

And now I'm going to be your user-friendly handkerchief. "

"... no. It can't be."

"Well, I hear the adventurers for the defense of the castle didn't come together as well as they thought. I'm still a union person."

"We, as legendary brave men, can never be more comfortable."

"Don't you deny it? You have good guts. But what is it? Just because I'm a brave man, do you need to change your attitude so far? Victoire, your sister knows about me and she doesn't change her attitude. Rather, it's disrespectful."

"If you ask me, Victoire, who served the princess, knows too little. According to legend, the power of the brave is the last trump card for the royal family. The ritual of summoning the brave is a national event since all procedures were followed. The personality of the brave man himself is not made an issue. Whether or not you can summon the perfect brave is the neck. That's what made you so intact that you could only summon once in your life. From what I've heard, brave men don't have the magic (Majorical Mana) they're supposed to have and the wisdom (Tactical One). If this were revealed, the princess would be in an extremely politically dangerous state."

"Why not? Probably won't. The story is that only the second generation was able to summon the perfect brave man in the first place. My predecessors could only possess incomplete power."

"Much more with knowledge. They are woven and have the potential to be worn around. In some cases, the possibility of obsolescence."

"There's no obsolescence. But Victoire was there. The princess is just a direct heir."

"This is top secret information, but there was a massive coup d 'état in Wangdu the other day. You think the Third Duke joined hands to counter the princess, and took up a distant, bloodthirsty royal man who was not of pure blood? For a long time, the failure to unite the rest of the queens, who divided themselves and named their royalty by force, is also undermining the authority of pure bloodline. Anyway, he said the back of the Third Duke had the Rochildnes Chamber of Commerce, the kingdom's greatest merchant. I wonder if the balance of power, which was seven or three, is already packed to five minutes. They say the princess is diligently trying to rewind, but I suspect it is anticipating a time when you will be visible. Thoroughly slapping the fake princess, where he can't even lift his head, he strikes the brave presence forward on the damned push. There is still something close to the valiant faith in the people and the intellectual class. It is a shame that the fake princesses have yet to realize the presence of the brave."

"What's so sad about that? Either way, you treat me like a toy. You can't forgive me for calling people in."

"Sure, it can only be good as unhappiness, but I also wondered if I needed to take it all like it was bad. Anyway, the royal family of the Romless royal family has been united with the brave men during their forties and fifties. The royal treasures, the authority."

"Man, they didn't seem offended either, so it's not manly to make those details. Mm, shuffle, shuffle. So, who the hell are they after me?"

"I don't know the will of the princess herself, but it's no surprise that she's an assassin unleashed by one of the ministers of either of the two factions who grabbed the information. With all due respect, a brave man who is still unawakened by his abilities cannot be a threat alone, even if it can be a card of politics. Instead, it's no surprise that some shallow people saw it as negative. Now, I suppose you insulted me for being cheap to turn it off. If you were a princess, you would have tried to obliterate the brave man and confuse the failure of the summons, and if you were a fake princess, you would have brought your neck and intended it to be thoroughly impeachment material in the morning council. Anyway, the king has been completely weak and left to sleep due to illness in recent years. Since her marriage, the queen has pulled herself into her room and only appears in public to the extent that she counts."

"Oh, my God. Was the queen hickey..."

Whatever the reason, it will be about the former brave man. Guess what.

"It's not important there."

"But these days, assassins against me don't show up at all."

"Has that changed the direction of the wind? Anyway, contact the Adventurers' Union (Guild) in the future if they notice something like an assassin. Tighten it up and make it throw up and you'll get valuable information. Yeah, don't worry about it. By the way, don't worry, we're bee princesses. But I didn't know the brave man had been summoned. Even now, I was tempted to believe in Russia - excuse me. If you look at that crest, it's for sure. Actually, it wasn't like that. The information didn't flow either. Modern brave men say they have dark hair and dark eyes. Few people in this country have dark hair and dark eyes. Silver Villago also has only enough to know how many. Anyway, I will advise you to send an expedition to the Princess of the Capital under the current circumstances to at least keep the bounce down. It's going to be a long time."

"Hey, what the fuck? Don't suddenly rub me off."

"Ugh."

"No, no, it's not a hoax"

"And unfortunately, you should keep your presence in the Adventurers' Union (Guild). It's painful, but we will continue to treat you as an adventurer in public places."

"Well, that's reasonable."

"If you find out you're a brave man, you'll have a bigger part to reduce than an advantage. It's different from the Etrian punko brave man."

"Pounce?"

"You'll see. Now, that's painful, but let me keep my mouth shut and treat you like any other adventurer."

"Fine. If your ass hole itches even if you suddenly want to be lifted like that."

"My father, Uncle Andrew, is not weak among the princesses. The suppression of princesses against brave men will work, but nothing can be done about fake princesses, so I just need to be careful. Aye. Excuse me."

Victoria glitters her cat-like eyes, glancing straight at her uppermost. There, odd sentiments similar to paranoia were praised.

If this is a normal state of affairs, I don't suppose she would have tilted her feelings towards a man who could be described as popping out so far either.

But as soon as the end of the war opened, her stress was at its first peak when she was ceded command by her uncle without a response.

Victoria was ranked high and had no practical military experience. The fact that this Silver Villago was attacked in the first place is something that has not happened since the castle was built. In the midst of the unknown, she was looking for a spiritual pillar that could lean unknowingly. If my husband had lived, he would have hit on being able to afford it again, but there were too many people beside her. Bastian was a dependable general, but he was so far apart that his age could be called his grandson, and he was too much to depend on.

But she was neither innocent nor careless enough to pluck depression on a man simply because she was thin.

"Hey, brave man. Go to the couch. Let's talk a little bit more."

Even at an early age, he is a widow who knows all about men. The snug gaze glowed too demonically as it burned in the underworld enthusiasm.

Earlier, I even spoke worthlessly of the advantages against princesses and false princesses, titled brave men, but the truth is different. At least, the price tag attached to a man named Klund for her was a pawn, which can be put on a high price depending on whether she sells it to him or not. I sent a reinforcement request to Wang Du. Even if the rescue of the castle is successful, the fact that the barbarians attacked it and caused much damage will later be blamed.

But if we get a man named Klando here, we can use him as a handbill to negotiate as much. The prestige and authority of a brave man can be created by using the Adventurers' Union (Alliance).

In particular, the solidified brave fantasies of the elders of the Wang capital have reached an area close to faith. Tailor them with illusions to giants beyond their reach, and compete in their shadows.

What was in Victoria's head was self-preservation, not just to protect the city's inhabitants, but to the point of sadness, which was rooted in the nobility, as instinctively, in protecting the clan against the harm that would arise when it damaged things.

Neither was she an exchanger who could just think of the people purely. It was there that the resentful paranoia of a tribal romantic party piled up like starch solidified and tied her to a hangover.

"Wait a minute. I kind of feel it's just ironic and dangerous to flirt with you"

"You don't have to worry about that. … but in that case, you will take immediate responsibility and settle your relationship with other women. I have a strong appetite for exclusivity. I hope you don't mind."

"You've decided not to like that - but!! I hate being tied up!!

"I like to tie you up."

"Is that physically? Mentally? Either way, you're not!! The story is over!! I'm going back to the escort!!

"Oh, wait. Speaking of which, you were attacked by Princess Karen assassins in the city. We are now having our staff verify the site. I'll let you know as soon as I know something, so I was wondering if you could come to my room."

"The right of veto"

"None."

The collector came to a conclusion considering her counterattack if she didn't go.

"Are we good here?"

"No. There's my private room on the top floor of the office, so there. Because we have some time until the late night defense conference. I'll be expecting you tonight."

"... Something, I feel like I'm in danger"

"It's my fault."

With a sticky gaze on his back, the collector left the office behind.

"Huh, swordswallowing swordswallows. He's a woman who shouldn't have put his hands on her. That's what my instincts say."

When the collector trembled slightly, he headed to the VIP room, which was appreciated by Karen. Although within the offices of the same Adventurers' Union (Guild), this is not so large as to be inferior to the same castle. When he reached the front of the room, he caught sight of the samurai elf Louloulou as if he had found an enemy.

"Come on, don't stare at me. You look like that and you ruin your beauty."

"Shut up. Ningen shit."

He eats his mouth so much in one letter that he is likely to hear a critical toothpick. As the collector moved his gaze around like he was in trouble, Loulou tided his cheeks like a fire had caught on.

"... You just saw it"

"Oh, what?"

"You saw me with a sexual eye. Dirty ningen."

"Hey, what the fuck. That. Wow, that's a good point."

"... my soul gets dirty when I talk to a weak, cowardly, kedamong-like man like you any more. It's the extreme of hatred, such as bringing such a filthy man near the princess, but I command you. Allow them to go inside. I'm supposed to be on my own."

"That can't be true. Why don't you at least go inside and rest?"

"... the princess told me not to come in. But there's no drain."

Loulou took out the blanket and put it on the floor and sat around on the spot.

"It's easy, like roofed indoor security. It's easy, dull."

(What is this cute creature? Is this the guy who adores the gap?!!

The collector went indoors to the side of Louloulou, who was only giving out his eyes while muddy with a blanket.

"All right, lock up," he said.

Through the refrain, open the door to the VIP room where Karen is. Inside, the lights were not on and only a slight moonlight was coming from the windowsill.

"Hey, it's dark jay. Put the lamp on properly."

The collector turned on the lights using the firestone provided for the candlestick in the corner of the room when he called on a chunk of blanket on the sleeping table that would probably be asleep. The outline of the room rises when the pop of gentle light lights slightly. Pull the chair out of the stationery on the bedside and sit down. Karen was deeply wearing a blanket and rinsing her nose.

"What, are you still crying?"

"I'm not crying."

"Mon, no. Damn."

We had nothing in common with each other. The collector twists the hole in his ear, takes the water off his desk and pours it into the cup. In a breath, I sighed. I didn't work much, but somehow when it got dark, I felt like a starch of fatigue all over my body.

Speaking of which, I haven't had a decent meal since I picked breakfast in the end. After waving the sword, it was normal to have a bulimia, especially if the body wanted protein.

(I miss Pordina's mess. Chickshaw)

Or so, going outside flailing the girl wetting her pillow with tears was just a hassle. Something happened earlier. Immediately now, there's nothing unnatural about the window breaking there and the monsters and assassins jumping in. Because this is a different world with no common sense or ethics.

Something, looking around to see if there was anything to put in my belly, I came across two eyes staring at this one jiggly from inside the blanket.

"What are you looking at? I'm depressed. At times like this, it's a comfort for a woman. Still a man."

"You're one animal before you're a man. Something to eat?

"After all, it sucks at Ningen.... I feel like an idiot thinking a lot. Wait, uh. I'll tell you what, but you can't go up to bed!

Karen stood up from the blanket and headed into the next room. It was a simple kitchen with a small kamado.

The collector followed gently and snuck up on her work. Karen took the ingredients out of a box that serves as a refrigerator in this world with ice in the top. I cleverly used a knife to cut them apart.

Cut thick black bread, pinch ham and cheese, and weave washed vegetables. When I squeezed the orange and mixed the sugar and made the juice quickly, I put my hand on my hips and said, "Okay."

"What, have you bothered to prepare me? That's nice of you."

The collector slaps lightly as he notices while sitting in the chair.

Karen pointed sideways and creaked.

"Nothing, it's not for you. I was just wondering if I'd be distracted."

"Ah, that. I'll be there."

"There, take care of yourself a little bit, right? Already, a waggy man. Oh, here. Hey! Clean your hands before you eat."

(Speaking of which, this guy used to wash his hands properly with bowl of water when he ate mesh in the tavern)

"Wait a minute," Karen said, putting water up in a bowl of silver and putting it on her desk. When I took the hand of the collector, I washed it from my hand to take care of the little one.

"Yeah. That's it."

"Are you your mother?"

"Any prayers? Ningen will pray to the Romless God."

"Huh. Raw hatred, but I'm not a Rom. So omit."

"I don't like it."

The collector chewed the elf sandwich as it let it go into his mouth by hand. The cheek bag swells as big as a squirrel. No heart or the color of Karen's eyes is soft.

"Ah. Taste and eat more, right? I made this on purpose."

"Look, fumigated"

"Uh, already. I put something in my mouth. Talking. I don't know, it's like you're looking after an animal."

"Mochi!?

"Stupid. I'll eat it all at once. Drink, Holla."

Karen stuck the sandwich in her trachea, peeled off her eyeballs and gave the juice to the stuffing keeper. Drinking up the contents as he ran his eyes blood, he exhaled thinly as he was comfortable and took a gep. Karen was so rude that she eventually got a couscous laugh.

When you finish your meal, you don't usually have anything to do. Karen, uncomfortable or going back to her bedroom, gets silent holding her knee in the center. Sometimes, he throws a flickering glance at me if I'm aware of the collector. The collector looked up at the ceiling as he wiped around his mouth with a handkerchief.

(Uh, no, the Victorian one came or something. You can have fun with Lori kid, but he looks like he'll be loud later)

"Hey, Ningen. Hey!!

"Whoa, whoa. What, with a big voice all of a sudden"

"I've been calling you for a long time. Well, more than that, I'm going to bed now. Oh, oh, you take a break, too. Don't get me wrong because it's nothing like gambling!!

"Don't stab the nail all of a sudden. Sure, it's night. Good boy and bad boy, it's time for a good night."

"Don't grab me kid!! Ah!? I'm not inviting you to spend your adult time or anything right now, so hey!

"You think a little too much. Keep your voice down. Loulou on the surface is gonna jump in."

"Right. I'm sorry."

"Don't be so stubborn. I didn't scold you for anything. What did you want to tell me?"

"... I want you to hold my hand until I go to sleep. It's not! You can give me special permission to hold my hand. Exempt from today's, uh, work. Can't you?

Karen's eyes, is this it? and shivered quietly, like a meticulous puppy who looked up to his owner.

The collector, uh, exhaled, pulled the chair to the bedroom and gently grabbed Karen's palm. Glove-like thick palms wrap around white, thin fingertips. Staring at Karen from the front, she did let her mouth loosen like a relief.

"Yes, welcome. Princess."