Dungeon+Harem+Master

My eyes saw Karen's long ears tingling and trembling ahead.

"What's up?"

"Hmm. You know, I hear something."

"Oh? What is it? I can't hear a thing."

"Quiet."

As the collector bent his mouth, Karen put her white finger against his mouth and narrowed her eyes.

Elf's ears are not long for Dada. That characteristic, much longer than that of humans, had an excellent ability to pick up the subtle sounds dozens of kilometres away, sometimes preparing them for raids and sometimes said to have helped them hunt.

Karen Hamu, as she took it, lowered herself and wrinkled between her eyebrows. White magnetic skin fades and distorted beauty even shows luscious signs.

The collector was thorough because, for being a half elf, his ears, which were slightly shorter than regular elves, sees the stiffness, while suppressing his desire to touch it.

"You can't. I don't think it's my fault. Probably the one who's after us. Pretty light. From the stride, I think it's probably a man."

"Oops. It's not amazing! You ninjas!!

As the collector praised her purely round eyes, Karen immediately distracted her well-shaped chest and bragged her nasal cavity.

"Uh heh. Ma! Me, even the Rocco Rocco have the best ears, so hey. I don't know the sound of Ningen's poor ears like yours, because I pick it up. You're going to be on a mud boat!

"Though it would sink on a mudship. It doesn't close at the end, but that's pretty awesome for that. Is this what Step Elf is all about? What the hell was Dorothea's?"

"Dorothea?"

The collector once told me the story of an elf he had spent time with and made me listen.

"Haha, that's probably a settled mountain elf. Neh. Those ears are almost like decorations. We are equivalent to the people of the meadows, like the desert Dessert Elves. But I've never actually met him either."

Karen put her arms together as she picked her long, tidy nose up more and more.

(Come to think of it, the Dorothea one didn't show any signs of getting close to the bunk or noticing. The ability to detect a crisis gradually becomes superior and inferior if it is not an open place)

"Hey, hey. By the way, I don't mean to bother you. Listen to me in the flow of the story. Well, the Dorothea you were talking about was with Elf's daughter, and me. Which was more beautiful! Beh, I don't care what your opinion is, see! I live somewhere else. You wonder what an elf looks like. My beauty, my brilliance, my purity, but hey. Hey, what's up? Shut up and look at my face. Whoa, if you want me to win better, just do it!

"... in simplicity, there's no such thing as you."

"Hmm? Oh! I admitted it was about me. Mm-hmm, because if I ningen, I'm honestly not complimented on my personality. So, but you admitted I'd win better, that oh. Thank you."

"Huh? No. If that's okay with you, it's fine. In the meantime, the chaser hasn't given up on you yet."

Karen's eyes curled slightly. Step elf side or castle side? Either way, they can't help but want to start killing each other. It can be said that the path of reconciliation between the two was almost cut off at a time when the assassination of the general general general of the castle, Oraire de Barthelmy, was successful.

Weird was the creepy silence on the elf side.

Unlike modern warfare, this battle in the world was "extremely primitive", no matter how advantageous the battlefield was, it could easily be covered with the death of one enemy general. With the death of the castle general, it is no surprise that the Elf's mission is finally back in line.

Then, as a start to moving the army, it was supposed to be the usual way for the military law to be full of scouts around. It's been about five hours since I first acted in the morning. Even to the extent of preparatory exercise for the collector, it was time for Karen to start moving dull.

All modes of transport in this world are walk-only, not all walk on well-policed and well-maintained streets.

Unlike RPG, it also took Zara over an hour to move one green comma on the map.

It was hardly an extraordinary amount of calorie consumption to travel through the wide wilderness without roads.

The scaffolding is bad, and if the stones large and small extend down the rolling beast path, then gradually the muscles accumulate fatigue.

Besides, the water field was not found inside and there was no waste of time travelling far and to the river.

"All right, let's put one in that shade"

"Hmm. You did your best to be a feeble ningen. I'm used to this, but I can rest for you."

Karen mumbles her strength as she sweats on her forehead, avoiding the sun and moving to the roots of the giant trees. The treasurer followed it as he looked back at himself from time to time. I could see Karen sitting back on the stone she wanted to flatten and bluffing her legs.

"Get some rest when you can. Hmm, this is it."

"Hey. What are you doing?

"Oh, I thought I'd replenish some water,"

"From a Poco Poco tree?

The dumb tree Karen spoke of, the Poco Poco tree, is distributed almost throughout the Romeless and is known to bear pink fruit from summer to autumn. The fruit itself is similar to chestnuts and has a bitter taste that cannot be spoken without tanning out.

When the collector cut down a tree about twenty centimetres in diameter, he cleverly twitched through the stump.

Waiting with both arms together for a while, the cavity in the stump overflows with clear liquid. And the trees drew out water from the earth, and hoarded it in the midst of it.

He remembered in his traveling experience that this kind of liquid can withstand drinking and overwhelm his thirst during a steep field.

"Well, this accumulated water can be used for drinking,"

"Heh. Heh. You know a lot about Ningen habits."

Karen roamed around the stump like a starving bear with her innocent eyes sparkling.

"I'm sure you don't know too much. This boxed one."

"There's nothing in the box. Yikes! Excuse me, please."

"Sorry, it was my fault."

You were satisfied with that when the collector apologized, Karen shrugged out our water in a cup.

"What a poison look. Hmm. Well, we can drink normally."

"I'm not looking at poison. I tried my best to get him to drink it from his hand. Look happier."

Karen's expression as she was drinking water with her throat ringing following the collector. In an instant, it turned into something impatient. As she stood her hip half bow, she immediately squeezed the strings and shot them into the rough earth behind her. The unleashed arrows made an unusual wind-cut noise and stood still in an empty space as they pushed far beyond.

"Be careful, Ningen. The enemy's already there."

Karen's long ears shook in small pieces as she tingled. When the collector pulled out the long sword “Black Lion” on his hips and stood up like a dark night, the arrow that had stayed in the void crumbled like a scrap of paper.

"That's the daughter of a meadow wolf. I was impressed not only by the sight, but also by the superior arms of the bow. Let's at least show our respect and let's travel to the Underworld so this“ Yangtze ”Griel doesn't suffer."

The man appeared with a gloomy voice echoing from the bottom of the ground.

When I thought the space for nothing was distorted, a man with a black mask stood up to stain it out at the same time. He had a bizarrely curvy sweeping knife on both hands.

"You're the one who sent the wolf. Let me ask you something, I guess you shouldn't tell me who hired you."

"Adventurer, are you the Elf Princess's escort? You don't have to answer that question. But that's only after you're all cold."

"Castle side or elf side? Either way, I guess that means it's more convenient for Karen to die, but I won't let you. But he's a killer. You're an outsider, too. The castle general's orail is dead. We're close to running out of both hands."

"In that sense, the employer's conditions are met, but because work is a kick-ass doctrine in the first place... come on, yuck it"

"Karen, stay back!!

The bright red eyes peeking from Griel's mask are burning to death and shimmering.

The figure disappeared from sight at the same time as the collector stood up.

At the end of your gaze. There was only a little smoke.

I twisted myself. It was a reflective movement stained with the body.

A fire ran on his flank and right arm.

Griel's series of attacks will be launched shortly after he feels severe pain.

I set my sword straight and turned to defense.

But Griel moved quickly and was repeatedly torn back three times. When I wondered if the cold blade had flowed through my back, I happened to bite my teeth into the sensation of my spine burning.

He caught two swords dancing his neck relentlessly attacking him at the edge of his sight, making his body glimpse behind his back. He roars but goes out to fight back. I moved my clenched long sword selflessly obsessed.

Tough metal sound.

No matter how big a swing, the enemy's score is in the range of a short-knife.

The weight of the Holy Sword Black Lion won.

Confirming Griel's body flew out behind him, he cut a dragonfly and landed on the ground.

"It's wonderful inside."

"Well, I thought it was gobbly, but medium skilled. If he is a swordsman of the line, it is the mountain of Sekiya that crawls to the ground without my first blow. Looks like we're gonna have some fun inside."

Griel praised with a soothing voice as she cheeked at the bright red blood tide flowing from the white blade.

(I can't see him moving. I scratched it out of my sight, not at speed or anything like that)

"As long as there is Godrum protection, our victory is always definitive. Take it, secret sword“ Mirage Dance ""

Griel's figure gradually diminished and disappeared without sound. Soot smoke broke at my feet carving a light rhythm.

Easy. The other guy didn't really disappear. The reality should be there.

The collector stood his sword horizontally again, making himself listen well, intercepting the assassin without appearance.

Relies on the faint sound of movement to fight back. This approach should not be wrong. But against expectations, Griel's footsteps stopped perfectly.

The assassin in black disappeared from sight as if he hadn't been there since the beginning. I don't know where it's coming from. Unstoppable tension wraps the whole body around. Looks like he's lurking his breath at the bottom of the ocean. The wounds on the flank and right arm heal instantly with the power of the crest. Pain similar to itching raised nails to the cerebral cord. The sweat that erupted on his forehead transmitted his eyes and flowed. Concentration is slightly interrupted.

Something white moved at the edge of my vision aiming between them.

It's a polished blade glow. Even if you understand it in your brain, your body doesn't move at the same time.

The collector exclaimed, withstanding the pain of the blade running on his right shoulder and shoulder blade.

Looks like they turned it down pretty deep. I threw my body forward to swim and rolled.

He pushes and kills bitterness and waves a long sword, but it's not helpful.

Instinctively distanced. I rolled over and crawled through the ground smelling the dark smell of green. My spine froze as I hit the run but watched the blade roll out of nothing space.

As it is, the battle is one-sided. If we can't capture the enemy figure, we'll just be chopped up like this one is good. You should have abandoned yourself and gone on offense.

When the collector never stood up to his will, he stood defenseless with his hands open. The enemy's movements are faint but starved.

I let myself leap into the void in a tearing mood.

A fire ran from the right clavicle around the breast.

A sun wheel stepped down behind the eye lid.

His eyes also stick out his left arm ignoring the dazzling pain. And there was an enemy shadow there.

"Whoa, whoa!!

The blade swung down vertically as he drew all the clothes he had grabbed.

Gah, along with the sound of cutting off the iron, I felt the hand of breaking the flesh.

A splash of blood is released into the atmosphere.

The collector unleashed a kick all over Griel's belly as he rose in the void.

I felt like I slapped a heavy tire and my brain was paralyzed.

Exhale rough and raise your face.

There was Griel holding his shoulder down and trying to get up.

"Kid, how dare you give me my secret sword"

"Is that where you stop hiding? It's a good year for each other!!

The collector half-rotated the long sword.

The white blade meshed and the spark splashed.

Griel bursts out of her head suddenly as she lowers herself.

He distracted himself and dodged the attack, swinging the blade down vertically.

black shadow. When I thought it appeared on the retina, it instantly turned gray like ink diluted with water.

When the collector pounds his tongue hard, he kicks the ground and falls back behind.

At the same time, I doubted my own eyes.

Griel's appearance. Multiple copies grow from left to right. The division stopped moving when I counted to six. The distance is approximately five meters. It was under an unmistakable day.

"In the meantime, the essence of my two names. Taste the horrors of Yangtze."

"Somatsu-kun, Temei..."

The collector regrettably ran through the masterpieces of Akatsuka comics from previous years.

(Before you think it's awesome or horrible, it's simply creepy......!

Similar to how I felt when I first saw a Grade B horror video. It is the brain's utmost refusal to allow the same back length, the same physique and the presence of the same voice to appear in front of us. I feel uncomfortable every time I move whether the blood flowing from my right arm is slowly starting to dry out.

Divided Griel approached with a thin smile.

- The change occurred abruptly.

Hiya, and the slight wind-cutting sound ran in my ear.

When the blunt sound of shooting meat sounded, a bright white arrow stood from the right to the chest of the second Griel.

"Hit!!

I didn't have time to turn around, and Karen's boastful voice echoed from behind.

A short blow from the half bow captured the enemy's shadow beautifully.

The remnants of Griel in front of you will quickly converge into the center.

The masked assassin pounded one knee with a low groan.

"Why, why did you find out!!

"You're not an idiot!? The fact that the shadow is stretching reveals it!!

I wasn't the one who missed this opportunity. He jumped while wearing his jacket. Shadows covered the face of a man stained with the colour of despair.

The collector shot down the holy sword “Black Lion” in both hands with full force.

The light ran vertically, pulling its tail like a meteor.

The blade split deep from Griel's brain weather to his chest, spraying the atmosphere with red and black blood tides.

"Either way, let him decide to stop the chaser. Ha, I'm tired."

The collector sat down on the spot and exhaled heavily as he plucked his sword with a pocket and tucked it in his sheath.

Under a bright white sun, the walk had not yet progressed as late.

I don't even know when the weather will change dramatically.

It was also necessary to heal the fatigue of the battle during the day, and the collectors decided to rest early after sundown.

Under the earth, where the wide sky extended, most of the fields visible to the eyes were mowed.

Regardless, it is the work of the step elves who have advanced.

Attacking enemy territory and taking away crops and livestock and cutting off warfare is the norm of how much. The nearby peasants were still fleeing and hiding in the mountains or there was no shadow in the house. Off the streets in preparation for the raid, he decided to camp outside the unseen woodland belt.

seasonal pattern, it is impossible to cross the night without setting fire to it. I sat next to each other with the thick part of the trunk on my back. Even when it comes to food, all I carry is enough dry meat to count. The collector handed Karen half a piece. Instead of putting it in your stomach at once, you chew it as well and finely as you can, pulling out your saliva.

"To be stiff, this. You're alive eating funny things, Ningen."

"Idiot, this can't be a regular meal"

Karen mumbled as soon as she thought she was slapping her mouth down. When I make white water from a medicine can sourced from a nearby farmer, I pour it myself into the cup and offer it as a snack.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Hmm... hot water, I'll get some. I just want to clean up a little bit."

Karen left the spot when she drew boiling water into a wooden barrel. The collector also understood a woman who is a bath lover but knows how precious water can be if she goes away, but doesn't want to be by the opposite sex with all the sweat.

Not particularly anyway, staring at the burning fire that burned red, Karen returned.

As she sat next to her, almost leaning over her shoulder, she began to twist in silence.

To avoid being noticed, when I moved my gaze, I was even wearing makeup.

Young woman's body odor drifts sweet and sour nose tips.

Naturally, blood congested his groin and his chest rang lightly.

Most importantly, the expectations of the collector in this case were specific to sexuality.

"Hey, you smell good."

"Huh. Oh, because I flushed that body and put a little incense on it... Hey, was that a nasty smell?

"No, it sounds pretty good. My chest gets excited."

"What, what do you think of that? Be more thrilled. too."

"Hey, can I really go back to being a dick like this?

"Huh. What, now?... Ah, silly."

When Karen realized what the words meant, she smiled softly with a crying face. When she gently rocked her body and hit her shoulder, she peered straight in with a mixed look of giving up.

"You don't have to worry about that. Because I am responsible for everything. [M] Absolutely live and return to the main force. No matter what punishment awaits, there's no way you can escape. Besides, Victoria on the Ningen side doesn't want to go. Somehow, I need to convince your father. Also, a lot of people die. That's all, that's all we have to stop."

"Are you okay?

"What, are you worried about me? Thanks, Ningen. I'm fine. Never mind."

"That face isn't fine at all."

"Yeah. Maybe. I represented the Loco Rocco as a surrender envoy. I'll take this. Extreme sentencing won't be spared, will it? But I want to try to be like your sister to the end. If my sister were alive, she would, and that's what I want."

"Karen......"

"Hey, Ningen. What about you, daytime injuries?

"Oh. My body is specially made. I'm sorry."

"I care. All right! This is it, this is it, this is it, this is me, this is it! I'll wipe your body for you! Oh, thank God!!

"Huh? Nothing, fine."

"Huh!? Oh, I said I'd fumble myself, but don't defy me!

"You're super stubborn. Relax."

"Oh, I'm calm. Just take it off! Noooooo!!

"Yeah? Hey, how do you know you're in danger?"

"Stick with me. No!

When Karen stripped him of his clothes, the collector exposed his upper body in the midst of night temper. Karen stopped frozen on the spot staring at the body of the collector in a habit she wanted to serve herself.

"Hey, what do you mean, keep people off and freeze?"

"Yes."

"Not really. Oh, good. Hurry up from Sami."

"Hey, there's a wound."

Karen opened her mouth round and opened her eyes. I couldn't help it.

There are no wounds left over from fighting Griel the other day.

It is an odd sight. It was an unlikely resilience.

The crest on the chest is bruised to such an extent that it appears thin or invisible.

Karen looks up with her stuck eyes as she crawls her fingers around the rough crest.

"Hey, why?

"Why, no matter what they say, don't bother. That's what I'm talking about."

I wonder if it's restorative magic, Karen twinkled and glanced at Immortality Red with her white nails.

"Does it hurt? It hurts, doesn't it? Poor thing......"

Karen's eyes. The color of mercy floated darkly.

The whole body of the treasurer was engraved with countless scars received in previous battles.

Even if the flesh can be restored by the power of the contract, it cannot be repaired to the marks once destroyed.

Karen began to slowly wipe the treasurer's body as she soaked the slice in the water.

She is a woman raised by a young lady. He was always on the side of the service. Remember, there's no way you can be good at what you do for the first time.

Her gestures were a hard move to tear apart and comfort, but the heart that wrinkled between her eyebrows and worked so hard got into her tired mind.

Karen began to clear her shoulders as she turned to her back. The zodiac narrowed his eyes and relaxed his muscles, reflecting his gaze on the burning fire, which swept away.

Sometimes, the glow of oranges increased brightness as the firepowder danced in the darkness. As the hot water gradually warms, the consciousness becomes comfortable and distant. Fatigue is pushing me closer and closer. I know what caused it. When the force of the crest is activated, it is the wound that blocks it, but the flesh is unusually tired. It was the price of making a recovery against the management of nature.

"Look, don't move. I hear you get hurt if your body is dirty."

"You."

"What?"

"You're the type to go all the way out."

"Silly, such a thing. There's nothing wrong with that."

"But"

"But what?"

"Thank God"

As the collector gently reached out, he lay on a thin hand accompanied by his shoulder.

Mutual plumage comes through.

Sometimes when someone is around, that's all it takes to calm down.

For God's sake, in such a cornered situation.

"Why..."

When Karen stopped moving her hand, she snapped like she was hanging up. I remember the feeling of being pressed against my face on my back, and the collector was slightly stiff.

"Why, thank you. You, I knew you were stupid. I wish I had left you alone about me! I can't go back, never!!

"But then you won't be able to protect it"

"What?"

"It seems my mission is to protect you."

Karen's breathtaking voice sounds loud.

- I think I made you cry.

When the collector thought so, when Karen, who was behind him, slowly stood up, he came around to the front with a flimsy foothold.

He was reddishing his face, like he was determined to do something. Looking up as she sat down on the fallen tree, she knelt between her groins and laid her hands on a string tying her underwear.

"Wait a minute. What are you gonna do?"

"Here. I haven't cleaned it yet."

"Do you understand what that means?

"I know that...! That's why you've been cleaning yourself up first!!

Oh, you know what, something stuck in my chest fell ston.

"Right. I don't want any more wildness. But, okay?

The collector peeks into Karen's face when he captures her directly from the front.

There, there was no colour of humiliation, and the face of a woman burned with shame and welcome so obvious that even a dull man could immediately understand. He reached out and pinched his thin jaw.

"Huh..."

When I took my cherry blossom lips away, I sucked gently.

Karen sifted and turned her hands on her forehead and shoulders, eventually clinging firmly and embracing the tongue movement of the collector. Get your face off me. A glimmer of silver thread flowed from Karen's lips and disappeared into the darkness.

"Be grateful, aren't you? You're going to take my most important thing."

"Oh, I'm the luckiest man in the world."

When the collector held Karen tight, he heard a hot exhale in his ear. The flames make a patchy, dry sound. Eventually, when they were one, they stormed around like burning fireballs. Hearing Karen's roar of joy, the Zao unleashed a constant sign of love until the dawn of the night.