Dungeon+Harem+Master

Sizka had no idea who the man was talking to at first.

"Lady there. If you don't mind, could you dance with me for a minute?"

A shadow fell over his face because the man was slightly overwhelmed.

When I was old, did I just pass twenty? He stroked his gray hair elegantly and looked so gentle. Looking at the man's face like he fell in love, he eventually remembered that he was attending a night club. My brain doesn't work well because I've been repulsing my past memories for a long time.

(Name. What is this man's name...)

The contents I had also kept the glass on the table, and I wondered what a no, and the man called me again, with a troubled voice.

"Uh, Sizka. At the moment, it was my humor. Maybe you didn't really forget about me."

A hurried voice finally got into my brain.

Sizka's line, which had been disconnected, remained unconnected in an instant.

Sizka held her mouth and then set it aside, making a laugh and showing it for now.

"No, Gilbert, you can't forget your face."

"Good. Whatever it is, if my own fiancée forgets it, it'll hurt me just as much."

Oh, I did.

I didn't think of it until now.

The man in front of him was his own fiancée the other day, who was introduced to him by his brother, who recovered from his illness and went to the floor.

Gilbert Askham.

I was talking about the man who hits the far reaches of the Askham family, the home of my brother-in-law's sister, whom my brother married, and who will be Sizka's husband.

As the fading consciousness awakened, it gradually became clear where I was.

Even though the sun had already fallen and it was midnight, the party venue was bright as midday with dazzling lamps.

(That's right. I don't have to carry out my mission anymore. By the way, I washed my feet from the killer operation)

A flock of gloriously dressed gentlemen and ladies laughed at each other with pleasure, blind to the treat of shiny polished silver dishes in clean air.

Of course the topics they were talking about were not such noisy stories about who to kill or what methods would be effective in poking enemy gaps. Noble, “pampered", such as art and culture, worthy of nobility.

Sizka was then abruptly summoned back to the capital. I have been doing my job for a long time, from the honorable one. Sizka returned to Romless Garden, the king's capital, ready to lose his life in some cases, when asked about the delay in the murder of Shimonzo, the target of the assassination, and the accompanying unusual disappearance of his companions.

An order from the honourable was simply a notice of dismissal from the organization without any penalty, not to mention life.

For Sizka, who was prepared that the only time she could stop organizing was when she died, that was a blue sky thunderbolt. First of all, more confusion than happiness.

According to your honourable words, the order to kill the target is not known for any reason, but it has been lifted. Simply, I was happy that the safety of the thinker was guaranteed, but all that remained was an unusual sense of loss that was pompously empty in my chest.

And I feel so tired that I have to find a way to make my next gold.

Most of all, when I came home, I found out that the seed of distress had also been resolved.

Sizka was falling off the road to earn heartless money in order to earn her sick brother's medication.

Therefore, I could only imagine it was a dream that my brother, Bertran de Charpanthier, who should have been so debilitated that he could not stand, had come out to pick himself up to the front door.

"Welcome back, Sizka. You've been through a lot."

Because he had been on the floor for a long time, he was as strong as a bone, but his brother's embrace was still strong enough not to worry. There is only one reason to recover from my brother's medical condition. For he was beheld by the daughter of Constant de Beyo (Minister of Agriculture), one of the three dukes.

Beltran went for a cool ride to a man-made lake near the mansion one day, perhaps the last time he was feeling slightly better in the summer. He was remarkable to the crowd for his extraordinary beauty, all thin and faded. Sky's daughter, when she saw Beltran within that day, fell in love sickness without arrows or shields, eager to activate her power and daughter-in-law him.

For the fallen Charpanthier family, it is lucky not to wish. Fortunately, the marriage quickly came together, as did the remarkable loyalty that remained. The ceremony itself was after Beltran's health healed, but it was not half as good as Beyo's daughter's penetration. He poured expensive drugs and doctors without threading on the gold, and finally there was the cooperation of Cain Carlier, known as the Young Genius Alchemist, who completely demodulated his disease.

Beltran had not been invaded by the disease, he had sword arms, and his head had been cut off. It's not like my sister, Sizka, hasn't been slightly unaware of how she was earning gold until today.

He quickly washed away his sister's dark past when he assembled the power he had acquired. The dark past as a killer was completely deodorized and a shiny lady could do it instantly. The mansion, which was about to crumble, was rebuilt on a super express, and the ministers who had left were also stopping by again to regain their former glory. They didn't leave either because they wanted to. If there was nothing left to look for in the Lord, it was the natural world to look for others.

Let's just say that Sizka is no longer just relieved of her days and no longer has anything to worry about. Instead, it came down to a corrugated attack of edges pouring constantly overhead like rain.

"You, too, are sixteen next year. I have struggled so far. I'm gonna find you the best husband in Romles."

My brother is only going with favor. It wasn't the kind of situation that Wagamama would go through.

The house of Charpanthier was one of the Seven Yue houses, connected to a historic Romeless royalty, and now regained its prestige, it was returning to a home style that things could not hope for with the ease it once was.

Gilbert was chosen among them, the beauty of the wool was the nobility of the heavens.

"You're not well, Sizka. You've been in the convent for a long time, haven't you? I wonder if I don't like such noisy events."

Sizka had nothing but a bitter answer to Gilbert's misguided care. Anyway, her blank time had been altered into a tearful past where she prayed even for her brother's comfort in a monastery outside the capital. Among people's good fiancées, Sizka was seen as an unfamiliar and unfamiliar daughter.

(Who, what's that? Damn, the world is stupid......)

"And Sizka. The dress looks better today than usual. Poor you, black suits you well."

"Gilbert, have fun."

Sizka succeeded Gilbert in trying to grasp his own hand.

Simply, there were points where I didn't want to be touched, but all I ever felt was uncomfortable about the familiarity of the man in front of me.

"Sizka. We're going to be a couple. It's time for me to shake your hand."

"It's embarrassing. And until we have a ceremony, God will not forgive us for that."

"You're really pure. It's like she's getting out of a mess, the Virgin."

Gilbert laid his eyes down with a gentle red tide in his neat face.

(This guy, is he an idiot? Such a woman would have existed in the world)

What is it, pure?

Sizka laughed spirally in her belly, pretending to be just a maiden to be ashamed of.

In the first place, I'm not even a virgin. Sizka felt a fever for nature and the woman's part when she remembered the man who had dedicated her first.

Most of all, I immediately woke up when I saw the sweet face of the charming Hunya man in front of me.

False. Gilbert. I didn't even think it was a bad idea.

(This man. I wonder what you'd look like if you found out I wasn't a virgin on the first night's mattress)

"If dancing is embarrassing too, why don't we talk in my room? If you don't want to, I won't touch a finger. 'Cause that's what a gentleman is."

Gilbert stands up subtly and turns his hand around Sizka's shoulder. I squeezed all my spiritual strength to keep my disgust from appearing on my face.

"You shouldn't, Master Gilbert. My brother scolds me."

When Sizka gently refused, Gilbert shrugged his shoulder as he unfortunately lowered one eyebrow.

"I have no choice. I can't help but scare you. [M] That's not what I meant.

Then I'll stare quietly at you here. "

(Subtraction. You fool. One of the women cannot be persuaded, and how are you going to behave?)

Then Sizka kept hearing Gilbert's irrelevant brag extended to one glass of hands.

This man has no such thing as aggressiveness. This is not how the push works.

It's too weak. Even with his face in order, he couldn't feel like a man.

(What would Klund have done? I'm sure you'll be forced to pull me into the room with or without me)

Now that I think about it, there was no man more honest with his greed than Klund.

For Sizka, the noblemen who grew up with self-restraint and elegance as goodness were too inadequate to even be seen as sexual subjects.

Sizka and Gilbert were beautiful men and women who looked good from the side. Especially when there is no Gilbert, the men who have put a little bit on something are far-winded and biting their teeth. A beautiful girl with uncommon dark hair and black eyes for the Romless stands out even if it's not.

(Wouldn't it be over soon? I want to go back to my room and continue knitting......)

"Oh Sizka, that sounds like a lot of fun. Perhaps this is the fiancée of the rumor."

As Sizka was flying her consciousness into the void, a lady in a pale blue dress spoke familiarly. The girl, characterised by her blonde twirly curly hair, was smiling elegantly with a gentleman who looked like a dandy twenty years past her mustache.

"Sizka? I wonder if this lady is your friend. I want you to introduce me."

"This is Count Godwards and his wife, Catalina, next door."

Godwards and Gilbert unwittingly name each other. Catalina, the curly haired lady who watched it, stuffed her sizka with a voice still young.

"Ugh, such other people behave. We're childhood friends, aren't we? Damn, it's cool as usual."

It was Catalina, wife of Rosso Godwards, who lives in the neighborhood from generation to generation, who is prickly angry in front of her, and the two of them were in a relationship of facial acquaintance, aka childhood friendship, from childhood. Count Rosso was twenty-two seven years older than Sizka, and Catalina fourteen years younger than one.

"Sizka, I haven't seen you since our wedding. And you're the same."

"Count, I've been like this for a long time"

Listening to Sizka's words, Rosso shrugged her hat, rocked Cook and his moustache and laughed.

You felt alienated by the friendliness of the three people who suddenly appeared, Gilbert gave you a sad look like a cheeky dog.

"What, women will have stories about each other. Sizka's fiancée. Why don't we deepen our man's friendship?"

When Rosso, who cared, took Gilbert to his seat, only Sizka and Catalina were at the table.

(Rosso's one. You know I don't like Catalina. this would be better with that heck of a guy)

"Mm-hmm. Now we're finally getting to know each other, Sizka."

"Nothing. I don't want it."

"Hey, Su-gu, that's what I'm talking about! The truth is, it's been a long time since I met my best friend. I love that shy sizka, too."

I want to go home. That's what I thought from the bottom of my heart. Katarina has long liked to chat with once, famous for not stopping once she spoke, and was a floating presence from the aristocrats of her age.

Also known as “Talking Sparrow".

I'd like to take a seat for a good reason if I could, but then Catalina was obviously in tears and violently self-inflicted. Besides, it didn't mean that Sizka also hated her heart because she was a person with no backs except for the noisy things she did.

"- So, if you rosso. It's the sky again! You have to listen to me."

"Uh, I'm listening. I'm listening."

"That reply. That's mean, this is how Sizka rubs it."

"Nha!? If, idiot. Where are you touching"

Sizka suddenly rubbed her chest away from Katarina, crossing her hands and taking the defensive stance.

"Mm. You've grown considerably more than before. Aside from this me."

"You're still Tulung as Petan."

"Please leave me alone. By the way, I don't want to talk about this. Let's get down to business. Actually, that fiancée. What about Gilbert?

"I don't care what they say. My brother made up his mind. I'm not in a position to do this."

"Yeah. As far as I can tell, he's an inside man, and he looks like a gentle lord. What do you dislike?"

"He said he didn't like it... Nothing."

"Nothing. From now on, Sizka will serve you for the rest of your life. I need to think about the area properly. Separating from a child can be the only way to spend the rest of your life in vain."

"Marriage, huh? Well, if you're my fiancée, I guess you're getting married."

"Oops too. Why, you're such an other HR. I'm worried about Sizka!

Staring up at the heating Catalina, Sizka was again struck by the illusion that her consciousness precipitated behind a dreary swamp. The voices of the surrounding aristocrats become distant. Marry Gilbert.

I mean, being that man's wife means forgiving your own body.

Sex. Become unwrapped and continue to pretend to love you, swap your drooling saliva, caress Gilbert and lead him to ejaculate. Eventually, they shall dwell that boy in their bellies, and shall bear a child that they have afflicted and do not even want.

In his imagination, Sizka imagined herself serving Gilbert, who had become Jen-royal, and felt a fierce disgust.

(No, no, no, no. I'm not kidding, I'm not kidding, I'm not kidding!!

"Sizka, what's wrong, so awesome!? Feeling somewhere."

"... no, never mind. I'm fine."

It was not at the level of bad chest, etc. The discomfort of being butch sprinkled with cloudy sewage all the way to the back of the halibut struck my whole body. My skin all over my back is puffy and foamy.

I accidentally took a seat and ran out.

He thrust through a crowd of gentlemen and ladies in the venue and headed towards uncleanness.

Along the way, Gilbert, who noticed Sizka, called out, but it was as if it hadn't gone into his ear.

"Hmm."

When I vomited without leaving anything in my stomach, I felt refreshed. After cleaning with hand water, he walked down the crossing corridor to nowhere, no longer willing to return to the hustle and bustle. Sometimes, the wind strokes my cheeks at night when it starts to get slightly cold.

(That's right. If you go to the rooftop, you might feel a little better)

Sizka decided that no one was there. When she went out onto the roof, she came across a pair of men and women hugging each other and kissing each other in the dark.

Excuse me, I'm coming.

Still a young gentleman shyly pulls the lady's hand to hide her face and leaves downstairs.

I guess you two are in love. It is also the first and smiling trick beside me.

I saw the couples I usually didn't care about, and somehow they attacked me with a strong sense of loneliness.

It is painful so that the chest can be tightened. The stars of heaven, which had shined until earlier, suddenly appeared faded. Breathing's jammed. My breath hurts. As Sizka suppressed her chest and nodded on the spot, several rough footsteps were heard from behind.

"Ooh hey. Hey, guys! She doesn't feel very good about a beautiful lady. Hey, let's give you a hand!

"Ooh. Ooh, this is a beautiful lady. Being alone here is something I miss. It's very comforting."

"What. I would have drank too much. Well, if you lay down in our room a little bit, you'll be fine. Everyone would think so."

"No objections!!

"Where I feel better, let's all talk amicably. Of course, even if it's more than that in the atmosphere, you won't be complaining."

"Whoa, whoa. Well, then, we're like unreliable people. Don't listen to me."

"What, a sweat such as alcohol intoxication will heal you soon. Why don't you drink our special juice? Of course, not just the top mouth, but also the bottom."

The five men were upper-class descendants, so called bad nobles.

Being tonight's invitees, they were found to be patterned people who were slightly disfigured because of their physical appearance, but with considerable titles from the ornaments they wore.

(Totally troublesome ones...)

Even without a weapon, about five of these men, they are not opponents.

However, I was a little concerned that I was feeling so rough tonight that I wasn't going to be able to be a little bit less accommodating.

As Sizka woke herself up worried, she felt her color-stained eyes crawl around into a collapsed dress. I can't help but feel the anger coming up without a good one. An out of place voice ran to the rooftop as he tried to take the stand of a hand-to-hand fight.

"You. Shit! What are you gonna do to my fiancée?

The savior, who grabbed his fist and jumped at the bad nobles, flipped to the spot in one shot.

One of the men gently deflected Gilbert's attack and stuck his elbow in his face.

"Gilbert, what the hell do you want?"

I can't help but think of an exhausted voice. As I echoed, there was no more laughter from the men.

"What the heck - this guy haha!!

"He's a douchebag!! Damn, like who makes me laugh so far!!

"I was going to dress up and help this girl! I'm so hungry."

"The Guess."

Sizka tweezers. Help me get drunk too, the men's eyes became more and more red.

"Whoa, lady. You're gonna have trouble licking us too much."

"Yes, yes. You look like a lady, and I thought I'd rape you gently. If you're so smart with your licked mouth, you'll be adding a mustache course."

"Out! Thomas' impotent ghost blame. Kiter!!"

"Hey, Temei et al. From there, keep an eye out for anyone coming in. In the meantime, I'm gonna use one shot at a time here."

"Hi-hi. Female hole. But don't worry. One of these days, I'll teach you to treat us well."

One of the men gently reaches out.

Sizka threw up when she came to a position that seemed to touch her shoulder.

"Don't touch me."

"Ah?"

Sizka's fist pierced the man's Manukezla. As the man tilted his torso, he peeled off his white eyes and flipped from the back of his head to the floor in Moro.

"Oh, fuck. What the hell..."

Sizka sticks her knife straight in the throat of the man who ate it.

The man bent his body over the painful letter.

Sizka punched her knee in her jaw as she collapsed into her chest.

When a man bites his tongue in a funny way, he collapses as he spits out his blood.

One of the remaining ones grabs me with a bright blue face.

Sizka lay down and paid her feet. A strange groan sounded.

"Hiya!?

The man soared and punched Po in the face until the iron fence when he swam in the sky with momentum and passed out.

Sizka jumped momentum well toward the two fleeing backs.

A dropkick with both legs neatly aligned struck straight into the center of the spine. The man fell screaming sadly and wrapping around the man who was walking next door. The last one left was unable to stand up with his hips missing, tearing and shaking his neck violently, left and right.

"What the heck. Whoa!! What did we do?

"Shut up."

Sizka slaps her heel toward the man's mouth as she lifts her sneaky leg high.

The man's front teeth splashed to the side whenever Sizka's heels went up and down.

"Daisy, daisy, daisy"

"Oh, no."

Sizka told mercilessly, slamming a handknife hard into the man's basin and silencing him.

There was a thin, fine sweat on his forehead. Slightly rougher breathing stained the tricks and mild footsteps from across the darkness.

"Brilliant. Brilliant. After all, Sizka looks much more radiant when it comes to rough things."

Titty, and slapped his hand and one woman appeared out of the dark.

He has loosely waved blonde hair and weaves a wild red tea robe.

Even though she looked beautiful, her eyes were stuck with a strange darkness.

"Aluminum Ale......! What the hell do you want?"

Sizka couldn't help stiffening herself either. Sizka out of the organization and her still active had no need to actually face each other, except for one thing.

"It's as cold as ever as what do you want it for? I don't know what it's like to say to a friend I haven't seen in a long time."

"I don't care how you feel. If you want to report an example, please write to me. I have nothing to do with the organization anymore. Or are you here to put on your kejime"

"Ugh. See, that's the part about rounding up your previous job. If you washed your feet, why don't you get a lot of common sense?

"A big favor. Or have you come to talk to the public?"

"Uh, will you have tea with me?!? That's a little touching! You're staying in Sizka's room tonight and you're a sorority Fever until morning!

"... apparently you're not really talking about the back. And the sorority refuses."

"Oh. Too bad. No problem. Then I won't even tell you what Sizka asked me to do."

"You found out something about him!!

"Gosh, it's painful. Hey, seriously."

"Talk to me! Klander's safe! Where do you live now! Breathless!! Also, oddly enough, your neck wouldn't be sticking!!

"Oh, seriously. Me, I'm going to die... Oggu"

"Come on, don't throw up on your own! Don't die on your own until you give out the information!!

Sizka never forgot about Klund even after he was summoned back to King's Capital. For this reason, he hired Aluminum Ale, a killer of tissue that was familiar to him (* he didn't end up missing it), and secretly asked him to escort and monitor him.

"But that's crazy. Why did you bother to report yourself to the capital? I'm sure you'll excuse one order."

"Ugh, I had a situation with that too. I can't keep watching Simon Klund anymore."

"Money. Or were you asked to assassinate Klander immediately?"

"Yes, no, you don't. with physical problems.... So, maybe you didn't really know, Death?

"What?"

"Currently, Silver Villago, where Simon Klund lives, is attacked by half a million barbarians, rumors full of imminent castle falls. But it will take a few more days for this story to get through to the people of Ichii."

When Sizka let go of her hand from Aluminum Ale's arm, she was struck by a fierce sense of vanity and stiffened and stood on the spot. Looking at the coughing girl's back, the world's distorted glare came again.

I look up at the night sky over my head.

The moon looked like it was smiling demonically.