Dungeon+Harem+Master

Pai Dawn, an army led by BattleSeek launched a fiery attack.

One hundred and fifty thousand of the former army soared the drums of war and attacked Silver Villago.

The welcome is the Duke Erqueur de Mirabeau, second only to the Castle General Oraire de Barthelemy.

Victoria, Uncle Andrew's daughter, is no stranger to the Commander-in-Chief, but she thoroughly insisted on harmony, so she was eating a total skan by the nobles of the executives and pushed to the depths of the castle.

The Duke of Erkühr did not have a remarkable and excellent martial arts, but he used his 40,000 soldiers in his hand to push the attacking step-elf army well. Nor did the bows and arrows, the arts of the elves, exert so much power in front of the high walls that the assault was held back by a deep empty moat.

It is commonly said that a castle attack requires three times more troops. Regardless of the developed modern warfare of wildfires and guns, the warfare taking place here on the Romeless earth was only developed around the tenth century to the extent of weapons, and a few hours of corrugated attacks did not leave so many casualties on both sides.

"Once you leave the soldiers. Build a fence in formation and prepare for assault."

Battleseeker struck one soldier and let him beat the drum clean and retreating when he saw it as profit, none.

When the Duke of Erkür saw the enemy shadow disappear, he opened the west castle gate to accommodate the breathless, soldiers of both armies, moaning in the open moat. Of course, we are not saving lives from a humanitarian standpoint. Because if there is anything of high stature in the enemy army, you can take the ransom and make the exchange.

A fairly pastoral part, unlike modern warfare, remained the norm in the Middle Ages, and from the nobles there was, in a sense, a part close to sport. In the pre-war Japanese Army battle training, there were words such as "live and not be shy of captives," but in this era none of the knights challenge the battle with so much sad determination.

But that was limited only if there was something that passed between races with similar customs to each other. Speaking from the castle side, the elves were only subhuman and were perceived as a completely different creature from themselves. Besides, if it is a siege battle, you can hardly hope to fight gloriously by driving a horse to raise his name.

In fact, no namesake generals could be found among the imprisoned war wounded. Here, what the Duke of Erkühl was superb about was that he did not cheaply kill his captives, even though he was a sub. He had voted against harmony on the floor, but that was not because he wanted it to go from the bottom of his heart, but because he had occasionally read the air of the field.

He was treading that it would take more than twenty days, no matter how early, for reinforcements to arrive from the King's capital Romless Garden. His seat came second to Oreil, the lord's brother, but he knew that he did not have the charisma to bring together so many other generals. Now, I was forced away from the place of futility, but in that sense, I was convinced Victoria had more "hua".

She was born with the power to attract others, and at last, the lumps of indecision will all cling to her.

"Do not take your life in vain"

The sun was about to set for the first day, remaining glued.

By that time, Victoria, pushed into the Guild's private room, behind the castle, was sitting deep on the couch, blurring her white face more. Even generally speaking of private rooms, the compartment was vast and numerous rooms existed.

A corner of that common space where Victoria is making her face look grumpy. Numerous women were gazing at each other's complexions and subtle distances.

Lacey,

Hilda,

Victoire,

Hannah,

Pordina,

Artemisia,

Nelly,

Meriandale,

Rudge, is the nine of

They keep their hips down on the couch clockwise, lurking their surroundings and not wandering around. They hid Victoria in an untouched room to prevent the tragedy after the collector left the castle. He was anxious not to cross the last line by protecting the daughter of Cliad Kang, king of elves, but the end of the war was already open. Sudden throne zen concessions in battle would be utter eyebrow spit. It was normal to see that the belligerents took up the battleseek known as the fierce general and seized the throne.

In fact, BattleSeek will no longer have to drop the castle in front of him for his face. Anything that has taken the throne by force must show everyone its equivalent.

Such women, unaware of the underlying circumstances, were unable to take the first steps while exploring each other.

"You know, Victoria, right? Sure, the greatest of the Adventurers' Union (Guild). I'd like you to tell me why you called us here."

The first to cut the talk was Lacey Appleyard, the mistress of the tavern Silver Carriage Pavilion. Lacey stared straight at Victoria with willful eyes as she straddled her sandy (Sandy Blonde) hair stretching up to her waist.

"Yeah, that's right. I know you realize it thinly, but you are the adventurers of our union, those who are bordered by Cland Simon. We decided it was dangerous in the castle as it was, so we had it gathered in one place from a security point of view. I can't get a step out of here myself, so I guess I should call it the same caged bird."

"Victoria, I'd like to ask you more than anything else. Who is your husband now?"

It was Pordina Belle Bella, dressed in made-up clothes, who moved one step forward in silence, but with no signs of presence. Her legs swimmed over the carpet without sound as she poked the dog ear of a sign that she was a werewolf.

"Well, I'm sure we met at Mr. Shylock's mansion."

Hildegard von Schponheim inquired as he clicked his golden eyes, one eye with a sister in a slightly tedious monastic garment.

"Sister, that verse is. Long time no see."

As Pordina politely lowered her head slightly, Lacey pulled Hilda's sleeve.

"Hey, Hilda. That girl, does she know you?

"Uh, I know you, or I've just been seeing you with Mr. Klund. Mr. Shylock, in the mansion of a slave trader."

"Slaver!?

Shouted with Lacey were Nelly Blackburn, the union's receptionist, and Meryandale Carlier, the alchemist. When the three looked at each other, they intertwined their gazes with surprised eyes.

"Ahhh."

It was Meriandale who first shyly turned a blind eye.

She shuddered her body as if she had barely ever been in contact with her same-sex of her age, and she went back to the couch awfully small.

Nelly, on the other hand, was staring at Jizz and Lacey, who were beautiful. But I'm not offended because I was born with this.

"Mmm."

Lacey also hates to lose quite a bit and is a strong temper.

(No if you lose, no if you lose...)

and whether I thought it in my heart. It is the same as a wild dog fight.

There is no clear reason, but it is better to turn a blind eye first anyway.

You sensed the negative signs sensitively, and Nelly narrowed her slit eyes and wrinkled between her losing and brow.

"Come on, you guys, it's not like you're shivering. Shouldn't we give priority to understanding the current situation here? I see you're from the Werewolves. Sure, you said Pordina. It wouldn't be strange to have one or two slaves to take care of around you, either. Whisper, I wonder if the two of them are family members of Klund either."

He had long legs together and dropped his eyes on the book, the beautiful woman said calmly.

Rudge Blackwell, a scholar and professor ad hoc at the Royal Labyrinth Exploration Institute, glanced at Lacey, who was known, with a calm voice.

"Ke, but! Where the hell were you letting me live as a slave!? I'm not listening!!

Lacey flutters her arms and heats up. In her, she was complacent that all of the man named Zao was in her hands.

"Right, right. Maybe we should ask the two maids there for more information."

"I'm not a maid. At first glance it will be obvious, what a fool!

He held Hannah's hand sitting on the couch at ease, head of the Knights of the Romless Kingdom Kingsguard, the Cavalier of Waste, Victoire de Barthelmy, peeled off his octagonal teeth and barked cuttingly.

"No, no, no, you're nothing but a maid, no matter where you look at what from. That's what my crisp-minded eyes say. And then, intuition."

"Hilda, I don't care how anyone sees her, because she's a maid. I don't know if I can honestly nod when I say clean or confident."

"Ah, Lacey dis me! God help you!!

"God doesn't always think of you, Sister."

"That's okay. Because I'm loved by God."

Artemisia du Berkur and Hilda, religious knights, were pals of the old knowledge, but did not understand why they were face-to-face with each other in this setting, and were puzzled, but their mouths slipped smoothly with Lacey's remarks as a calling water.

It was often said that it would be fornicating if three women came, but the nine women who stopped watching and talked like they had cut a weir simply ran out of trouble.

"Yes, yes, you guys, shut up for once. If you think you've been silent like a doll until earlier, what is this noise? All questions will be answered by me, so raise your hand if you have any further remarks. All right? Anything that opens its mouth without permission will be forced out."

Pushed by Victoria's impatience, not to be sarcastic about the presence or absence, the women were at best silent.

"Great. I like a good listening daughter. I shall now begin by answering Pordina's question. Adventurer, Cland Simon has escaped this castle with Princess Karen, who was Step Elf's Orthodox Angel."

Everyone on the spot coloured Victoria's remarks. Guided by the safety of the collector, the interior is filled with a unique voice of a tall woman.

The first thing that surfaced in their brains was the fact that the collector had escaped the castle with a woman, while also abandoning the decaying castle.

Only that fact that the companion was not herself was heavy in their heads and at the same time stirred up fierce hatred and jealousy by a woman named Karen who fled with them. I whispered love to my skin, and everyone had a strong pride in being the best.

But realistically the man whom he loved chose was an enemy who neither saw nor knew, nor harmed himself.

Some words are extra cute and a hundred times more hateful. In this case, it was not the possessors themselves whom they uniformly targeted for hatred, but an elf woman named Karen.

I don't believe that the collector can flatter or flatter a woman, but he doesn't fundamentally imitate the cowardice of abandoning a woman named himself and turning back on her enemies.

If, hypothetically, the treasurer abandoned the castle and fled, it is the responsibility of the elf who instigated him. Blind faith and fantasy intertwine and their hatred swells up without staying.

It was inexorably natural for their emotions to explode so that the water poured into the cup flooded beyond the limits of tension.

Words of denial popped up in his mouth, deafening Victoria's ears across the street.

"... well, you wouldn't be able to tell me to shut up. He seems like a special relationship to all of you."

Further bombs are dropped. Together, we looked at each other, and then individual various emotions emerged, even as we were satisfied.

"You seem upset. Are you still going to listen to me?"

"Guildmaster, Chairman of the Adventurers' Union Control Committee, continue"

In this, Rudge was the only one who kept calm and encouraged ahead.

"It seems my fault. First, let's apologize for making you suspicious of him. Cland Simon's escape with Princess Cullen was due to my life. Most of all, what I wanted was to successfully hide herself in this castle and use her figure for negotiating cards, but I guess he felt in danger and let Princess Cullen out of the castle.... Hannah. Stop crying, it's too late."

The young maid, not losing her brightness at any given time, barely nodded at Victoria's words, only to press in silence with a blue-white face.

Hannah nags again and doesn't even try to soak her face with tears that stain her again from the crying eye lid. Victoire, who was leaning against her, hugged her shoulder and kissed her softly on the cheek.

"He made Hannah cry so much. I'll never forgive you."

Victoire pulled a knot to bitterness. Almost as soon as Pordina, who was standing at the same time, looks back silently, she walks straight to the door.

"Wait, Pordina. Where are you going?"

"Victoria, the word must be stupid."

It is a back that rejects everything. Victoria snapped her fingertips as she sighed her cheeks.

Shortly afterwards, Alexei, who was outside the room, slips and pokes her wand with a face that seems to be cut. Pordina, a keen olfactory sensation, instantly hissed her eyebrows when she noticed he was belly-up.

"Step aside. I must go to your husband."

"It's not the mountains that I want them to do the same. Ladies, Klander asked me to talk to you about you.

"Alexei, stop that daughter. You seem to have a little arm, but there's nothing you can do about your opponent."

"Isn't that why your husband is in it!

With the shouting, Pordina's fighting spirit swelled. As she kicked the floor and flew like a bullet, she rolled out her clenched fist toward Alexei.

The man in front of you is a warrior at one end.

Reading in an instant that she didn't have to take care of herself without a little help, she had an intense shock when she covered her right arm with struggle.

"Nah -!?"

but contrary to expectations, the first shot was taken in peace. The Werewolves' (Warewolf) arm power far outweighs humans. She was also a first-rate warrior and an arm that instantly killed an oak giant, but Alexei even showed her arms with her thumbs and index fingers in a way that would handle the broken.

"Holy shit!!

So don't waste it.

Even if it doesn't look painful, Alexei is a brave man with an official title certified in Etria.

His strength was real.

Pordina cleverly solidified her side in a natural motion that made her twist herself in an attempt to strike a throw with extraordinary strength.

"Get off me!! Your husband is the only one who can touch me!!

"So if I let you go, you'll run away. He can talk to you."

"Get off me! Get off me!! Get off me!!

"Oh, man. Keep your joints completely fixed. If you can't move, your shoulders will be busted."

"So what!! Even if one or two of my shoulders are broken, I'm going to see your husband!!

"You..."

"Let go. Let go of me. Please, please............!!

Alexei moved her gaze around like she was in trouble as she assembled Pordina from her back onto the floor.

You felt the feeling of thinking of the Lord of Pordina, sent a chilling gaze from the women around you, sweating on your forehead.

Second, Victoria and her gaze intersect.

She let her eyeballs wander and distract herself like trouble.

"Ahhh!! Gilmouth, you're off!! You, order people not to know Pluttershy wandering!!

"Ugh, shut up! Anyway, neither Pordina nor you are going outside to help Klander. He'll be fine. To this extent (...) you can cut through alone. Just because we get a little arms up, we're prickly women. If you think you can do something on the battlefield, it's a thought. Listen carefully. If there's anything a woman can do, it's just to keep quiet and keep waiting for your lords to return safely. Clando Simon will want it, too. That's how this country has been going around, more than ever before. Besides, you're not the only ones in the castle who endure hard times."

You noticed Victoria's words, and Pordina nodded her face on a carpet with long hairy feet, pulling out her shoulders. Only a comatose silence slowly descends indoors.

"Your husband, sir."

Only the grumpy voice of Pordina stretches out her tail for a long time.

Her dog ears and tails fell directly behind Petan, with a unique nose that tightened the hearer's chest forever.

"Now, do you want to squeeze it into a rub, or do you want to use your hands? You're at the brink of ideas."

BattleSeek was inside the main tent, ahead of the operational map, stirring up booze. He declared that he had succeeded to the throne after forcing Cliad Kang into seclusion, but he was still in a difficult situation to heartily comfort everyone but the children's generals.

Especially after detaining the former king's figure, the reaction of his real father, Elbredo, who he thought would be most reliable, is thin.

He had a long history of serving as a minister rather than a brother to the previous king from an early age, and for that reason he did not readily try to follow Battleseek, my son, who had seized the throne with all his might, and pulled behind the formation.

Nothing is more hilarious than being betrayed by my real father. Most BattleSeek did not dislike his real father's such unbridled bone pattern. Instead, I deeply believe that it is only by comforting such a man that we can capture the hearts of others.

"That said, there is nothing more tumultuous and painful than not being understood by my father. Don't you think? Later."

A dim corner of the room in the tent.

Karen, who had put together the Step Elf ethnic costume, did not respond to the question, and was just flirting with jizzy resentment.

"Hmm. It is also painful to be hated after me, for one thing, shall we make a covenant? Why don't you stop by and give it a try?"

"- Die."

"This is something you hated."

The battleseek laughed at the crease, and when he took the liquor bottle in his hand, he lowered one eyebrow.

"Then let's say my loving wife hates me and my loving husband drinks at will."

"What is it, General? With all that momentum, just one quick hit and run back. By the way, if you drank me into a dish, you wouldn't fall off a castle for the rest of your life!!

"Ho, tough. But it's Karen. Is that what you're worried about me? Then, if you don't bark like a fighting dog, shut up and let me hold one of your hips, it'll be my husband's vitality tomorrow."

"No, it's useless, so I'm going to stop doing this! If you took the throne from your father and took possession of the army, that would be enough!! Me, too, if you promise to go back to the meadows, I'll, uh, forget it, because I'll serve you. So stop it. This is so much already. Doesn't make sense."

"Ho. Karen's suggestion that she serve me by replacing her sexual roots is even a fascinating suggestion, but unfortunately. That's not all we can do. It's consultation."

"Why..."

Battleseeker stands up when he puts the cup on the stationery and approaches Karen.

The air in the tent moved and the breeze rocked a slight light.

Though on October night, the room is warm with plenty of warmth.

A sweat floating down his neck into Karen's white throat tells him and flows off.

BattleSeek's golden eyes sparkle blue and white as they burn in the flames of comatose passion.

"What, don't come this way..."

Karen stifles herself to hide her chest as she floats in fright.

"I took the throne by force. So whatever it is, you have to drop the castle in front of you and prove your strength. Are you shivering, love?"

"If you do something weird, I'll give you a shout."

"You're my wife. Besides, if you speak up, you'll be ashamed of yourself, right? Or do you want to show your men naked? Does Karen have that kind of hobby?

"Stop it, stop it."

BattleSeek glanced straight into Karen's eyes, then extended her arms to hold her body hard.

The cup in the man's hand fell to the ground and split into several pieces.

It was a strangely pathetic tone.

The man nodded his face at the untied silver hair (silver blonde) and inhaled a sweet body odor all over his nose.

"Don't refuse me. You're going to have my baby. You want that, too."

You killed my sister.

"So this is how I can love you now. You'll be lucky. A weak man forbids a woman for what she is, but I'm not. Yours, here..."

"Hmm!

As BattleSeek slowly moved his finger from above Karen's clothes, he placed his finger on the uterine area and moved it to draw a circle.

"To this place, spit out the fiercely fierce species and sharpen the extra momentum. By sharpening it, you can remove wasted power, and you can fight calmly. Hehe, you'll feel it. My passion. Hey, later."

"I don't like you. Don't die."

"Heh heh, you'll soon be inconceivable except for my old man. If you look at my face, you'll want to serve me with your throat ringing. I'm gonna adore you so much, that's even the bone marrow."

Battleseeker forced Karen to grip his fierce rage as he took Karen's luxurious arm. The fright sprinkles through the girl's eyes.

Everything I've ever wanted has been in my hands, but this one was exceptional.

Karen is already in her own hands. Will he bow to his own in peace if he chokes up the meat called meat and blames it all day and night? Somehow, but I have a feeling it's not going to be that easy.

Most importantly, that hunch is the driving force behind BattleSeek's passion.

Extend your right arm to eagle your breasts.

Karen's chest was sharp and pointy with fear and excitement of being attacked by a man.

When I twisted it up using my thumb and index finger, I got a distressed look.

A frizzy feeling of comfort ran through my spine.

"Let me have fun, let me have fun, Karen"

The woman's face in front of her is colored with humiliation.

But almost miraculously her chastity was destined to be preserved.

Outside the battleseek's tent, a soldier from a nearby school told him of a high enemy attack.

Most importantly, the enemy was not a Castle counterattack.

He was 300,000 soldiers gathered by Jasrka, the chief of the tribe who returned to the meadows, who did not acknowledge the seizure of BattleSeek.

"I'll take care of the fun, Karen. The prey jumped in the bag from the other side."

When BattleSeek let his body go from Karen, he left the scene untrained for nothing.

When forced to stop just before releasing the sperm, something called the human brain emits a wave of emotions close to anger.

Nonetheless, there was nowhere in BattleSeek's face was remorse for taking up abundant beauty meat, just the expression of joy in the struggle that would await.

Karen stared at the back of the battleseek as she slowly left the tent.

Take a big, deep breath with your hands against your chest. Naturally, I noticed that my breath was getting rough, and then my ragged, strong anger crept up.

"What the hell! What the heck, whoa!!

I can't forgive you. I couldn't forgive you.

I was hungry for my weakness, which seemed to fascinate me even for a moment, by the man who harmed my beloved collector, while also treating himself as a thing with strength.

As Karen scratched her hair like she had an eclampsia, she strained her cheeks hard with both hands.

The Collector was defeated by a single hit with BattleSeek. If we follow the grassland code, the weak man must offer the woman to the defeated opponent. If one point of strength was righteousness, BattleSeek was needless to say embodying it.

How much Karen was most repentant was spinning by that man's despicable hand, and is now, exactly about to come to fruition.

Kill BattleSeek.

That's probably the only way to end it all.

That man is an excellent samurai, sometimes just called a fierce general. Using the usual hands, you won't even be given as much scratches as hairs.

The only thing is, if you have a weakness, you'll be the only one who can pull it out. When Karen picked up some of the cups that were scattered, she saw the cuttings watered down to the lights.

"Hate me, I will definitely try to do it"

Pretend to open your mind gradually so it's not unnatural.

And manipulate that man's body as he pleases. Kneel down with humiliation and squeeze out your energy thoroughly. Whether it's behind you or before, I'll make sure you taste your own meat.

Ask them to pay for it with their lives, of course.

Only this product. Returns are not allowed.

Karen's eyes wanted to burn dry and black with cloudy flames.