Dungeon+Harem+Master

When the collector entered the Guild Room to which he was invited, there was the appearance of Guild Master, the chairman of the Adventurers' Union Control Committee, who was in the mood to support him. Her hair is also tied up beautifully and she floats her hips from her chair pretending to be a dress with a thin red design on the white ground.

"I've been waiting for you, brave man - mah!?

"Sister"

Who is the maid standing next to Victoria's real sister, Victoire? She paled her face as she looked like a maid and sifted, shaking her face to the left and right and stuffed it to her sister.

"No, I didn't suspect it was this man's bullshit because I believed it...! Sister, no matter how much of a time you play, it's not much to invite a man like this into your mattress!

"... brave man, you did it."

"There is no such thing as a plot to ruin the world. Nevertheless, it was a bitter decision even for me. I'm sorry, but we're only going to go to business tonight."

"Kuh. If we were alone, we would have had the confidence to fall!

"That's why I called him. Honestly, I'm not sure I can restrain myself by myself with that woman I care about."

"Sister, I'm so sure of your temper!!

"Oh, too. Vee! Shut up!! Please shut up!!

"Yes. - Heb!?

Victoire took one of his sister's thrown shoes in the face moro and poked him in the butt.

"It's terrible,"

"Hmm. Okay. In the meantime, let's keep it as a brave man's operational win for today. In the meantime, I'll just skip what I found out and tell you."

"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you again."

"If this castle doesn't fall, right? In conclusion, according to Alliance research, the assassins who attacked Princess Cullen all over the city are separated from the castle humans who attacked the morning queue."

"Shut up?"

"Yeah. They're an emerging religion that has grown rapidly in the last hundred years or so, with a Romless religion called Godrum indigenous and mutated. The presence of Godrum is constantly excluded from the kingdom and from the Church, always diving underground. You don't have a mattomo means of subsistence, so you're a lot more proficient in the dark, so in this world, it's much better to go by something called the Assassination Church."

"Assassination Order!? Yeah, I know that, too. When I was in Wang Capital, I used to chase around the city. Those guys can take any job for doctrine. Even if it's like dropping a castle."

"Victoire is right. Their doctrine is a different cult to speak of. We also consider ourselves genuinely guilty of anything other than our own religion, and monks and nuns in particular have been made our enemies. I cleaned up quite a few of them last year when I was cleaning up, but I'm not hungry that they're still leaping behind Kosovo."

"Hey, cleaning up."

"Soldiers, the Knights of the Phoenix and the White Cross (Sanctus Knights) were all mobilized to prosecute nearly three thousand people, but the executives were successful in hiding themselves without remaining. Such an emergency would be a chance for their cells to move forward vigorously. The tough guys on the castle's side are bastian winners, insulting their enemies. Not at all, I don't understand one thing about the status quo. Instead, the elves could say that extra miscellaneous soldiers were sifted and the cohesion was stronger."

"You mean blind to win, no surrender, no shit"

"Yeah, I'm more like a coward on the floor. It's impossible for the old men to get their hands on me for anything, but trying to force Princess Cullen into a fight is within the bounds of the assumption. So I didn't want you out of the office."

"Oh, come on, that was bad. Don't steam it back."

"Oh, Victoria will wear it. Every day, it is rather on the needle. Yes."

"You! I'm confused and I'm gonna touch my sister. Oh!!

"Hey, ooh, ooh, ooh, no!! Where are you eyeballing me? Now you're leaning on me from this guy!? I'm not even moving dust from here, am I?

"Shut up, shut up!! You are so impotent in your existence!

"And well, jokes aside. The guard I placed was also killed crisply. So from now on, besides the brave man, I thought I'd put on another set of guards as a shadow."

"Sister, you finally admitted to me!! Leaving the territory, he served in the Wang capital, five years. Finally, this sword of mine is at your service."

"It's bad that you're cheering on your own, but you're not calling. Come in."

"Ya-ha. I wonder if they finally called me. Hahaha."

It was one young man who was called by Victoria to jump out the back of the curtain. Twenty there when I was old, I would have been the same age as the collector.

Medium meat, but hands and feet are thick and tight. His face was white and he had a full smile about what was wrong. If I did poorly, I was loose enough to be mistaken for an idiot.

My eyes and nose were neat and I guess I was a man in one way or another, but my shimmering face ruined everything. My hair is scorched tea and I'm jumping like a cat.

He had a long sword on his hips and wore thick fabric clothing that was not featured. The red coat that was cluttering was black as it boiled, and everything was clumsily repaired. Only the braided black boots were beautifully polished by the yak and caught my eye.

"Brave man, he is Alexei of Etria. It's commonly known as Wu Yingjie."

"Haha. You're an adventurer named Klund. Nice to meet you. I'm Alexei from Etria. From now on, let's get along!! I don't know, but it shouldn't be a pleasure to have more friends!!

"This guy..."

"You're an idiot as you can see, but your arms stand incredibly. But apparently, I can't think of two things at the same time, so it's difficult to use. Make him the shadow protector of Princess Karen. Brave men, call Alexei immediately if they are attacked by an enemy. In the Battle of the White Soldiers, there will be nothing better than him."

"Ha. Nah, Gilmouth. You're going to mess with people."

"Oh, you think I'm lying? Everything I've just told you is true."

"Well, I love the part without the back of the table. Will you marry me!!

"Absolutely not. Because I'm only going to have a baby that's not enough."

"Ha ha. This is tough. I'm softly flattered!! So, I don't know, I, Klund. Stay where your voice is, and call me as soon as you get pinched."

"You just don't know..."

"Don't worry about the details of a man!! Bye!!

Alexei laughed happily and slapped her belly, leaving the room intact.

"By the way, has he been hiding in the curtain hem? I didn't even notice."

"His signal-blocking skills are superb. If you hadn't done the magic expedition beforehand, you wouldn't be able to discover it first."

"I mean, why were you lurking him?"

"Isn't that decided? I wanted you to be a witness to the fait accompli between me and the brave man."

"Sister!?

"Your sister Tachi is too bad. What kind of rape play is that?"

The collector pulled Victoire's hand out of the room, complaining about the bumps.

She was sometime more intensely foolish about how much she wanted to show her sister the arms of her sword.

Drive the maid back to the shelter and return to Karen's VIP room. In front of the door, Loulou, who spoke so magnificently, stood to sleep, who was dripping from his mouth.

The collector taps perfectly on the cheeks of a woman who, upon checking the lock of the door, rests a healthy sleep.

"Ha, ha, ha!?

"What is it? Asshole."

"Ugh. What the hell did you do to me?!

"No, no, because you normally slept. It's also a matter of degree of joking, Mr. Elf."

"Yes, I was asleep! Jokes are also off...... off...... princess eh!!

Loulou grabs the door knob like crazy and starts ringing. Noticing that it remained locked, he snorted vigorously to dispel the awkwardness.

"Yes, no anomalies!!

"Ahoy, this guy"

The collector unlocked and entered the room when he took the key out of the leather bag. In the thin light, head to the sleeping area. I hear Karen's regular sleep. There were still thin tears on the white cheeks.

"It's not a good hobby to peek into your sleeping face."

For security reasons, all the windows across the street are armored. Looking downstairs through a small window that arrived using a chair, a large cauldron burned everywhere, and a number of figures stood armed. The cold treatment on the elf side was just impatient to ask you to harm the Orthodox Angel.

So they on the table would be the escorts Victoria put on. You noticed the gaze of the zodiac, and one is cheerfully waving. Probably a man named Alexei. I feel a little sorry for him being used as good.

"There's just a roof, how much better"

The collector, sitting at the edge of the sleeping table, held his back to the side and closed his eyes with a long sword.

All vision becomes darkness. If this happened, it would have been the same wherever I was and whatever I did.

I dared turn off the thought and waited for time to pass. If you listen, a sharpened sensation automatically probes for the slightest sign outside, and an invisible overlooking map emerges behind your brain.

The night is long. Long and short. The world narrows rapidly. Eventually, everything becomes obscure. The collector regarded himself as a single machine and began to count pathologically only the rhythm of breathing.

And the morning came again.

On the bunk, I felt Karen do something. I hear a big yawn. When I stood up and poked my hands up to stretch my whole body muscles, I heard a hiss and a surprise.

"Ah, you. Could you have done that to me all night?

"Well, he asked me to."

A cult group called Godrum would be operating rather pioneering.

(I'd like to keep Omei in the safe if I could.)

"I'll switch the air for now. I'm sure you'll be fine, but you can always jump under the bed."

"Ugh, yeah."

When I was satisfied with Karen's honest reply, I started work. Slowly scratch open the armor door that was coming down. My right hand was on the pattern to pull out my sword at any time. At least nearby, there are no tall trees that can fly indoors immediately.

Most importantly, this is a fantasy world where common sense doesn't work. I could easily take unconsciousness while remaining bound by stereotypes. Act assuming an absolutely impossible situation. Carefully lifting the armor up, he dared to take a step back.

"Ya. What? What? What? Are you scared?

"No. Looks fine for now. Forward All Clear"

I narrowed my eyes to the light of the coming sun wheel and dropped my gaze. For the lower implant, the Alexeis stood, almost in the same position as last night. You noticed this one again, waving hard.

He is, perhaps, submissive to the guild's policy. In the first place, people in this world are united and patient. Maybe it won't even bitter like three days or the tension there. It could not exist in a loose generation of collectors, it was guts and spiritual strength.

"No, maybe the way I feel about time is different from the ones in this world in the first place"

"Ah, you can't turn this way!!

Karen made a barbaric noise as the collector tried to turn around.

In the meantime, I'll ask why.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm awake. Hair, bummer...... what the heck. You know, I'm a lady. That's how much you care, Bubba. I'll take care of it for a second, so wait in that state. Ah! Until I'm good, you can never turn this way. Hey. And... thanks for staying with me yesterday."

When Karen subtly clouded her last words, she ran to the washroom.

(The truth is, we haven't been together forever.)

But now the imprint of being a sincere man has succeeded.

From now on, some manipulation will also be allowed.

"And it was me who put the intention to work. Chan."

After finishing his morning duties, Karen was breathtaking and pathetic when the collector was for a moment. Plenty of silver hair was carefully jerked off, with a degree of makeup that I didn't even notice.

Let's just praise it. Keeping your mouth shut is free, and no woman will feel bad about being complimented on her appearance in the morning. Above all, Karen's standing behavior, unlike yesterday, was certainly perceived there as something of elegance.

The collector said that the beautiful ones were honestly praiseworthy of purity. Though that is without thought.

"Oh, thank you for waiting"

"Oh, my God, you mojigliani"

"What is it?"

"Oops. I knew it would be natural for you to be called a princess when you look at me like this!!

"Ha ha!? Oh, oh, that. Thanks........."

When the collector let go and praised her, she nudged her cheeks dyed cherry blossom.

(Do it. My cock is getting a little stiff right now. Don't do it so hard, you're a half elf)

"Excuse me."

As they stood opposite each other, they heard Loulou from the refrain room.

Loulou thanked him with a beautiful attitude when he brought breakfast in the silver basin.

I have eyes for my collector.

She openly pounded her tongue before advancing in front of Karen with no expression.

"Morning, Loulou"

"Good morning."

Good morning, princess.

"I'll ignore you as much as I want."

"Loulou. Greet him properly. You'll always be there for me. Rocco, can they think the Rocco are impolite?

"... cum. Good morning."

"It's so humiliating."

Loulou puffed away his face as he chewed his lower lip hard. Apparently, the Rocco cannot contain their emotional expressions. The collectors, too honest for their simplicity, have been favourably felt the other way around.

"I hope it's easy to understand."

After Loulou left, he sat back on the bunk and relaxed for breakfast alone.

Has Karen forgiven her heart a lot, the distance she leans closer to than yesterday?

As the collector was grabbing the bottom of a plate of soup, next door Karen had a good look at her feet as she bluffed them like children again. With the eyebrows in the eight letters, it is a good expression.

(Let it go because it's funny for now)

"Hey, hey."

As the collector was daring to play unattended, Karen, who cut the civile, drastically pulled the hem of his coat. Out of balance, the spoon rolled off and buried his head in the carpet.

"Hey! Ningen! Don't mess with me!!

"Wow, okay. Okay, so don't slap me. Damn, what the hell?"

Karen cut out the words as she lay down her long lashes with a howling face.

"You know, I..."

Victoria was wrinkling her eyebrows violently in front of Fraser, the representative of the elves' negotiators. It has already been nearly three hours since we first started discussing it in the morning.

The people on the defensive side and on the siege side, lining the roundtable with slack, stare at each other, but do not stand one shudder. Victoria wasn't looking to find any particular compromise or even walk away. Hopefully the castle will fall until reinforcements come from the king's capital.

Rather, this stalemate in negotiations was a bump in my mind. The interest is here. The more I thought so, from the bottom of my belly, the zowari and the black good strange rush brought my head.

(In the first place, do you really think we're going to surrender...?

I have heard that Elf king Cliad Kang is brave, but does not prefer killing.

Perhaps even opening a castle would hurt far fewer people than it would continue to do.

Victoria thinks. The step-elves led by Cliad Kang are the people of the meadows.

It is unlikely that we will settle in order to feed a large number of livestock. In other words, you will definitely abandon this castle and leave Andrew State. I would have chosen to surrender without straying if I were an elected representative from a living citizen. I personally don't think it's a big deal to think about the lives of innocent people, such as lowering their heads.

Unfortunately, however, Victoria is a biological nobleman and her mentions and pride remain directly connected to all of the clan. If you surrender without even fighting against Locke, they could take over the territory. She was not otherwise afraid of poverty, nor was her desire to continue her luxurious life strong. However, he was morbidly afraid that his name would be engraved by future generations as someone who had laid the curtain on a clan called Barthelmy, which lasted twelve generations.

That shouldn't be all. There is no particular reason. Just thinking comes the tremor.

Cowardice, the two letters were the most spiteful cursed title for her.

(The elves are coming to leave their home base. Even food is not infinite. Even though the more days go by, the more disadvantageous it is to ourselves. Rather, I can even feel the extra time. There are still nearly 50,000 soldiers left in the castle. Though the food is small, stretching it will bring half a month. Isn't the purpose of surrendering us? So what's the real aim, then?

The more I think about it, the more depressed I get into the labyrinth of thought.

"Hmm. Bad air. Hannah"

"Yes."

Hannah, who was serving when Victoria faintly moved her gaze, moved to the window.

At that time, the door was pushed left and right with a fierce noise.

"Princess Karen............!!

It was re-baked the other day.

There was the figure of the princess of the elf who would be arrogant and royal, just like last time. Unlike the last time, there was a slender elf woman on both sides and a figure of a collector who was an escort.

"Your husband!!

"Klund!!

Pordina, who was losing her vitality like a doll, and Artemisia's face, who was stirring up, softly red tide. Exactly, given the current situation, I didn't rush over, but they both stood in color without hiding their joyful expressions.

"This is princess. How could you go to such a place? I'm in the middle of an important discussion right now. As soon as we get together, the report will be up as soon as possible, so relax in your room."

"I'm sorry, Fraser. I knew I'd changed my mind. Let me speak to the representative of Ningen directly. Uh, you. Victoria?"

Karen walked over to the round table in a straight line with her arms together.

"Princess."

The tone of his voice slightly clouded for a sober phraser.

Karen no longer began to talk to Victoria with her gaze fixed only, with total disregard for the people who lay flat on the round table.

"Yeah, Princess Karen. But what is this all of a sudden?"

"You've surrendered. That's enough."

"To"

"Let's make peace."

Karen uttered an improbable word with the uneasiness of inviting her to shop around there. I was sitting at the round table, people stood up and raised their voices without staying.

Especially, the men on the elf side decide to remain familiar with the angry look that is going to kill Karen. They were formidable warriors of the meadows before they were messengers. A swollen killer overflows all five bodies on the spot.

"Elf princess. It's unforgivable that Victoria's life would have to be repaired if it had been bullshit."

"Yeah, fine. Because I mean it. I really thought it would be better for each other if we stopped doing this."

Victoria turned her gaze to the collector standing on the spot with a pocan look.

I have eyes for my collector. He was exposed to the loose faces in between with the look he had taken away.

- But even now, it seems more than someone with something transcendent.

If harmony is established, all concerns will be dispersed.

People can go back to their usual routine without bleeding any more.

Step Elves are proud and will always abide by what has been decided in the negotiating arena. Liars and cowardice are a greater sin to them than parent-killing.

"Yeah. So I'm going to pack it up when it comes to details. - Ah."

Too nervous, I removed the feather pen in my hand. As he tried to turn his gaze to Hannah to make her pick it up, Karen quickly crouched on the spot and gave it away to him to hang out.

"Oh, thank you"

"Ha!? No, not at all, because there's no one and he's out there. Now hold it properly so you don't drop it."

The elf princess, who raised her tall voice in illumination, was pointing her lips with a much younger and cuter face than when she first saw it.

Most importantly, the story is not that simple. Apparently not all elves were in agreement. Fraser left the floor like a wind, trying to expose Karen.

What Karen, the Orthodox Angel, said in her mouth is a matter of decision. All statements made on the floor are summarised in the Minutes. If we ignore these and rebel the negotiations, the Roccolocco will be the wings of insult to all other races. Kudosa is like it's over. As Victoria tried to sit deep in the chair with a relieved look, the unexpected spear rolled out from behind.

In other words, they were executives on the side of the castle.

"What the hell is that elf!! It's called the last time, it's called this time!!

"You can't believe it. Let me stay alert, or I'll make an ambush."

"What if there is an undefeated General Bastian here, the Barbarians and so on!!

"Whoa!! While not extending, let me also lead the soldiers to serve as the best runner!!

"The elves are cowardly on top of being alarmed!! Take a night raid at once and destroy it!!

"Reinforcements from the Wang capital will also be approaching anyway. Ha. What if I had to look forward to it? If you attack here, you will be the source of future generations' insults!!

"Wait. Wait, you guys. What are you talking about?"

Victoria couldn't keep up with the brave theory of showdown that the martial officers and civilians suddenly mouthed. Oh, I mean, they are. I received that Princess Karen was frightened of harmony.

"Wait, wait, wait."

Fight now and you will lose for sure. I was oddly sure.

That's why the image of the castle's possible defeat in World War I floated all over my brain.

Only at the heart, the Bastians were not present either. He has a military to defend the walls.

Just because I was anxious, I couldn't let as many craftsmen as he were get rid of it without meaning.

"Guys, listen - tell me my story -!!"

The faces of the men in momentum. The moment my eyes met, I was zonked. Even the old man, like a dead tree, had a fierce look with his eyes glowing. I have twitching tears in my eyes. No matter how good a knight Artemisia is to refrain from behind, she is just an escort and has no say on this occasion.

When Victoria distorted her face to bitterness, a wild voice instantly eliminated all the anger.

"My lords, shut up!!

An ear-crushing roar wooded the indoors.

Lord of voices. He was a middle-aged little man who had refrained at the edge of the round table and kept his silence.

would have just exceeded forty. The bald head was tufted like a freshly peeled egg, but the burning thick brow painted an odd contrast.

Just huge eyes. It was equipped with a sense of intimidation to hold back what it sees.

Ambitious Kaisel mustaches are abundantly stored.

He stood up quietly, touching his beard with his right hand.

Associate Baron Joslan (Baronet).

He was one of three deputies who actually governed Andrew State, and he virtually needed 10,000 land and navy troops stationed in Crystal Lake. Associate Baron Joslan (Baronet) began to walk around the round table slowly as he jiggled around his surroundings, slowing the purple smoke from the cigar he had in his hand.

"We didn't even bring soldiers into the castle because of the urgency, so we tried not to look big, but this is all I'm going to say. You guys are so stupid."

"Oh my God. Whoa. Don't listen to me right now!!

"It's just the deputy's minute! We are from the Barthelmy clan!!

"That's not the problem. Why, I can't think calmly. The enemy swallows harmony. Useless bloodshed should be avoided when you think of the people. In the first place, where we won this much, there's no way we can even get the dirt land. Once the end of the battle is opened, even if the result of a happy victory is finally achieved, the offering required of the lords will be a terrible value!!

"But there's pride"

"Can I eat Meshi with pride? Sir Winter. I hear that your territory is particularly devastating to the elves who have advanced. Plus, if Cage Castle continues for a day, the P (Pounds) falling into the Territory for a day will be diminished by the horror. Neither will Uncle Andrew offer Locke a bounty if all this damage is done. It's a bargain to see your head cool."

"Shit, the rise of merchant flair"

Baron Winter fell back into his chair again as he turned away like a scolded child.

Make sure you get caught in it, and the other guys keep their hips down one after the other. When the fever awakened, what they needed was a realistic story of gold.

Not every nobleman, sentencing and martial officer has enough money.

Joslan was a former salt merchant and had demonstrated his talent when it came to spending money.

When he saw it, Victoria's father appointed him deputy.

(Anyway, it was a man with black rumors, but humans. It's something you wouldn't know if you didn't actually see him...)

Well, breathe in, and bow your head gently.

Joslan caught the edge of his mouth whilst winking clumsily at the cigar.