Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Match"

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In short, the rebel Battleseeker army was killed by the Bastian-led Uncle Andrew army by the time it was completely skinless.

BattleSeek, the report of death caused the rebels, who were disadvantaged, to collapse at once. As a result, Elbredo, who was at the base of the battalion, left no guards behind. It was said that he had no talent for adaptation, but Elbredo was basically an honest general.

He succeeded in disarming most of them by vigorously calling for surrender to the rebels in order not to kill many of his fellow countrymen alone. The lieutenant Fraser of the Treason King fought just as well, led by a lone army that had bereaved the favored Fourth Gen. of Ether and even the General General, but failed to support the last assault before the evening, and was decapitated within the rebels. Victoria, who is sensitive to seeing the occasion, at this point sent a messenger of truce to Cliad Kang, and the rapprochement between the two was established.

In essence, it was Cliad Kang who carried out the expedition and wasted a great deal of war money not being able to drop the castle, but took the battleseek that seized the throne, and declared to the general that he was the tenant of this case, and kept his face open for once.

In this case everything was covered by one Battleseeker as a sacrifice responsible for the defeat. Without a clear object of hatred, it is difficult to accommodate one another.

When they mourned the battlefield as one, they executed the feast of harmony further away from the castle. The feast on the dust-cooling earth of wasabi was not to begin with, but the atmosphere was soothed from time to time when the king showed the generals on the side of the castle the measure of going around the liquor immediately.

The net thing is, they were tired of killing each other. The number of war wounded was more than 10,000 on the step-elf side and thousands on the castle side, so large that they could not be looked at directly without liquor.

The collectors had no time to return to the castle and were camping openly in formations stretched out in the open. They are positioned as members of the Adventurers' Union (Guild) only in the form of the Prostitute Army. I wasn't in a position to show my face to a feast that stood out.

Only Victoria, the daughter of Uncle Andrew, and other martial arts officers such as the Bastians, who raised their great medals in this battle, and the nobles who had never left the castle, were feasting with the Elf kings.

The treasurer is far from the feast, which is held in great magnificence. In a corner bungalow, he was intoxicated by the winning booze in a whisper.

"Something to see you through the night. also, when you drink some more alcohol, pah! I want to have fun. Oh my..."

Surrounding the treasurer, seven women held the cup in their hands and were stiff. Lacey, Hilda, Pordina, Artemisia, Nelly, Meriandale, Rudge,.

A curtain stretches out on all sides, and the corners are lit with red flames, but they do not wander like statues as one.

The roasting sound of a moth jumping on a burning fire, caught by a swinging flame, sounded slightly louder in his ear. I hear men floating in the wind. Fingertips holding the cup shivered fine. I let my gaze wander away as I sought salvation, but everyone responded to it with a comatose eye. uniformly true face. No one tried to break their vain glances.

If it moves, it gets hit. Intuitively I thought so.

"Explain it to me."

It was Meriandale who cut the fire. She had the most sitting eyes on whether she had already swallowed a significant amount of alcohol.

Mouthful under barometric pressure, Artemisia and I met eye to eye. She is nodding her sauce-eyed eyes as she is about to cry out. He is not wearing armor and is wearing a pure white robe. The clean looking shade looked good on her long length.

When the collector mogged his mouth, he put liquor on the scenery. Pordina, who was serving next door, looked worried and waved her tail weakly.

We can no longer avoid explanations here. It was a much more courageous situation than when I was confronted with BattleSeek. Human beings, when there is tension beyond a certain level, fall into ruinous thought. I want to throw everything out and make it easier. Without thinking about it later, the momentum slips off in the direction of self-depressing, wanting to make everything easier by spreading everything.

"... an explanation, what?

but this man, whose stress broke the water line of mental strength, struck a bad hand at falling in love with vegetables for now, as self-defense.

The women have narrowed the circle of siege all at once as they rise from the carpet laid on the grass with an impatient look.

"Ah, uh-huh."

So far, I'm afraid they're all silent. View Pordina for help.

She nodded loudly, spreading her hands wide to make Jen royal to protect the collector.

"Hey, would you step aside? I can't talk to Klando."

Meryandale went in a frustrating tone. She had a rather strong tone of voice, abandoning her usual weakness. My eyes are bleeding bright red as a tron. The white cheeks were tinted with pop and thin pink. I'm drunk. At first glance, it's a bad liquor model case itself.

"Your husband is frightened. Step back."

"Step aside."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Get out of the way.

"No, sir."

"... okay!!

As Meryandale peeled off her white teeth, she quickly did her hand on her hips. Pordina's eyebrows pick up. Early for a moment, a hand stretched from across it was layered over it.

"Oops. I can't impress you with putting out a blade for discussion."

There was another calm human being. It is Rudge. She sighed as she held onto the pattern of a short knife held by Meriandale.

"Let go..."

Meriandale lowered her forehead and lay down her face as she let go.

"Hmm. Damn, you're just a sinner. Because you survived, you'd better take care of your life."

"Oh, Sister Rudge"

The collector heats his eyeballs and turns his hands on Rudge's thin hips.

With her free hand, she was slapped with a petin.

"Hmm? Well, if you want to thank me, you said it in words."

"I want my glasses peppered"

As Rudge silently pulled through Meryandale's hips, he stood on his back with a white blade.

The way she dropped her lower body, the way she returned her wrist, and the chilling killing in her eyes.

The zodiac stopped kidding and hastily pulled a half step.

"Ahhh! Shh, seriously, shh!!

"Am I the only one with glasses for you..."

"No, you're not. But those porn teacher-style glasses confuse me."

"Enough. You keep your mouth shut. It's getting harder and harder to talk about."

Rudge sighs loudly, fingering his own sneaky jaw.

"And, well, as you know, Klund is such a man. You've always stuck around like a little girl, but the story never goes on. Let's break one belly and discuss this as an adult. Hmm? Al, don't look like that. I don't want you to have to say yes. Even a grand tour would be a waste of each other's time. If you agree, I wonder if you'd like to sit here for a moment. Yeah, let me compartmentalize this place because I'm the oldest for now, and it helps you understand"

When the women disagree, swallowing the terms of the rudge, they sit back on the carpet of age things knitted with the techniques of step-elf tradition.

"If you really don't care about this way, you'll have to talk to Klander personally later, but in that case, you'll have to walk away from the scene first."

Meryandale and Nelly sat in a grumpy mood for this word, which was sticky to the end.

"He, it would be difficult to be good directly from the individual -"

"No, I can't let you go that far. Let me tell you the important part directly from my mouth. Let's be clear. I'm here, I had a relationship with some people! Or I did!! I did it all over, haha!! I have no regrets, and I'm not breaking up with you guys!!

The treasurer showed no fright this time, and went off in grandeur. Though thin and sensible, everyone looked directly at reality and heard the words in their ears with clarity. Some wept in his eyes, some angrily devoured his teeth, and some clenched his grabbed hem to the point where his nails devoured his palm.

(Hey, was that a little shitty?

Pretty shitty.

"- Yeah. As an individual, I guess the part that didn't leave important parts to people is high point. Otherwise, you'll be dressed like you were fooling everyone. Oh, you can't even look like that, Klando. Even if you don't mean to, the real problem is how the women perceive this. So far, if anyone wants to deny him the affection and the relationship, make an offer. Ask Victoria for a carriage to the castle."

The women wondered if they would leave the scene frightened by the collectors, but rather vice versa.

Everyone is burning fights with their eyes shimmering. Rudge distorted his thin crease as he felt a single frown.

"Right. Let's introduce ourselves again, shall we? You'll want to know at least as much about each other to contend with. Now, give me your first and last name, your age, your occupation, the kick-ass you met, and your outlook for the future, in turn, clockwise. Uh, and don't get in the way while someone's speaking. Raise your hand if you have any questions or concerns. Um, that's fine. It's the tail, shall we start with me? This is Rudge Blackwell, who will serve as the tentative chair of this discussion. Age, twenty-four. The profession is a professor at the Royal Labyrinth Exploration Laboratory, which organizes the same party as Klund and Artemisia there. I guess the first reason we met was to get help from monsters during the Dungeon Eight Hierarchy offense. The outlook for the future is that if you're right, you can officially marry him and spend the rest of your life with him. Uh, I'm sorry, Lacey. When you speak, finish the conversation. Al, don't look at me like that, either. You're scaring me when I'm about to get bit. More or less."

"Hey, you, that's it. Until now, never...!

To Rudge's words, in a sense, the most astonishing was the possessor himself. She did not show such an attitude as a float, but here she has confessed her feelings with clarity. At the same time, being clearly revealed to the front, including marriage, so far, was shocking to a collector who had almost never existed since he lived in Japan.

('Cause you're lying. How much, anything. That's a convenient story)

Calmly, without the opportunity to get to know each other as before, intelligent beauties like Rudge, as opposed to impossibility, were the intractable fortress of "impossibility itself…". It is the same degree of impossibility as having a monkey hold a bamboo spear and stone to drop the travel order. High, neat nose beams, blue ocean seductive eyes. A beautiful Hollywood actress who has come out of the monitor is begging for herself.

(Oh well, if you look closely...)

Rudge's thin, slight legs dressed as calm were shaking fine with tension. I wanted to give her a hug and cheek, okay, but a needle of jealousy pushing radially from behind her presses me with a tremendous density.

"No, I don't think..."

"No!!... Ha!?

Reflectively, I was comfortable. The result is needless to say.

"Oh my God, it's terrible, Klund!! While there is something called me!!

"That's right! Exactly. God forbid this either. Yikes!!

"I've always thought of you as the only one alive!! I knew you were tired of hugging big women like me!!

"Apparently, you still don't understand your inferiority to Klando. We need to re-educate, re-educate."

"When I've been there all my life, I've been giving it away for the first time, and I've been there for so long, I've been there for so long, I've been there for so long."

"Ah yes, quiet, quiet!! Holla, together. Don't bother me. It doesn't change the reality. Yeah, I'll hear the accusations later. Honestly, I think I'm cowardly myself. Next, then. Lacey, please."

Meryandale's eyes were too tight, so did Rudge.

"I'm Lacey Appleyard, not convinced of anything. Age is seventeen this year. Uh, your job is to run a tavern called the Silver Carriage Pavilion. Um, how did you meet Crand when you found him in trouble at Leasefield? The future is to work together to make the store bigger. So give up on him for the rest of us. Because we already live together. Shh!!

"Uh, well, then, if you have any questions for Lacey. Yes, the lady in that pretty hat there, Meriandale"

"Yes. One question…"

"What is it?"

"Isn't it actually someone else who lives with you?

"Yeah, yeah!! Hey, don't give me a good lead...... heh"

"What are you talking about? It's impossible. It's just so cute that I don't have to do anything else. It's so cute that I don't have to do anything about it. It's so cute that I have to do something about it."

"Yes, yes, yes! Stop, stop!! Let's go next, next."

"... I haven't finished my story yet."

Rudge tried not to look in Meriandale's direction.

The third is Hilda.

She spoke slowly when she coughed.

"Yes, then I, Hildegard von Schponheim and the lost lamb, let me tell you the trajectory of Mr. Klund's love.... Yes, that was when I was once in Romles, the king's capital. It was a cold winter season. Young me, enter the monastery yet. So, me and Mr. Klund had the first fateful encounter that led us to resume in this city."

"Hilda"

"Yes."

"No lies. I'm taking you out."

"Ugh!? I'm sorry, I wanted to show you the difference in character. Uh, I, Hildegard von Schponheim. Beautiful girl with a punch, attracted to my seductive wagama mama buddy, Mr. Klund one day couldn't control his beastiality."

"Hilda"

Lacey disappeared.

It was as inorganic as the surface.

"... Yes"

"Take it seriously"

"I understand. It's me, Hilda. Sister, I'm doing it. Fifteen. Mr. Klund and I got to know each other about spending church money. My favorite position is normal. I want to live funny and decadent because it's pretty much Mr. Klund's life."

Hilda was seen as a cheap card and was silenced by all.

"It's Artemisia du Berkool. He belongs to the White Cross Knights, Sanctus Knights. Age, same as Klando, twenty. How did you get to know the Adventurers' Union (Alliance) Crusade Quest? Honestly, I'm confused about this one. I may be inferior to all parts as a woman compared to everyone else, but I'm not going to lose the feeling of loving Klan. So, so... I'm sorry, I need you to get this far. That's it... that's it... that's it... well... I think I can talk to you."

Artemisia lay down her face softly, weeping. The treasurer, aware of his sins, must have had chest pains. Everyone is attacked by a turning and painful silence. What we're talking about doesn't seem so bright in itself.

"Nelly Blackburn, twenty years old. We are hosting Adventurers' Union (Alliance). Krund is an adventurer, so meeting him was inevitable. The outlook for the future is to get him to wash his feet and about his authentic work. To be honest, an adventurer is not a job a man spends his whole life on. I may have had a much more timid personality than I thought. I know that very well about this one. In the future, I want to live a small life with him and the crowd. I want him immersed in the usual mix. I want to tell you what a family thing looks like. Anything else, I don't want..."

From a collector who knows the sharpness of her usual tongue, Nelly's confession was too mediocre to clap out.

Is this the Nellie I know?

Actually, I think they switched it somewhere.

I think so.

Stick your eyes together. The usual dusty colors didn't even feel fine dust, except the worrying gaze got tangled. Knowing her thoughts, I almost burst into tears.

"And then..."

Rudge took off his glasses and made a strong eyebrow when he groaned like a beast.

"Now, is that all of us?

Standing up in a cursory motion, Meryandale gently pulled her cuff.

"I haven't. Would you stop doing that?

"Yes, sir"

When Meryandale looked around with a vain eye, she began to speak in a tone of tone.

"I am, Meryandale Carlier, It's fifteen. The occupation, for generations, is to be an alchemist, and so, what is CLAND... what is CLAND... hey!! Crando, what could I not have done!! Tell me, tell me!!

"Hey, hey!!

Meriandale suddenly hugged her, screaming to break up her reason.

Pordina and Rudge pull her apart on the two sides, but Meryandale's bottom line, such as madness in death, was considerable. The hat had fallen off, his hair shaken, and he kept his tears and nose gushing all over his face with words that didn't make sense.

"I believed you! I believed you!! Collect all the other beautiful people for me!! You can't win. Okay, I'll never win!! Please. Me, I'll do anything, I'll do anything!! It doesn't matter if you're a terminal girl, a slave, or anything less than livestock. Shh. Put it by your side, one of you is fucked. I can get rid of it. No. 'Cause when Klund's gone, I'm really gonna be alone. Whoa. Do anything. If there's anything wrong, I'll fix it. Ah. Also, Wagamama is not good. I won't waste it, I won't buy or eat it. I pray to God every day. I won't lie, I won't be jealous of anyone, I'll change my mind and go ahead and serve in any way. So don't throw it away. Yeah. One of them's a jerk. Whoa!

"Mary, don't cry. I'm not throwing it away, I'm not throwing it away! I will never abandon you!?

"Really? Really?

"Oh, really. Really. Seriously. Seriously."

The collector crouched down to Meryandale's position clinging to his hips and gazed, hugging her head in her chest. A man is vulnerable to women's tears. Even if you are not willing to do so, it is something that will move your mind if you cry so far as you can see. Everyone else looks up thinking they have sympathetic eyes.

"Eh."

Together, he looked down at Meryandale crying with a glistening gaze.

If you look at the weak one, even Lacey, who shows the emotion she put in enough to worry about this one, sends a frozen glance under the ice. The same-sex they were, the more they lost their degrees and cried, the more hostile they were. Around, there are signs of ridiculous, tedious crap. Watch Pordina feel like a lost toddler. She stares back at the collector with loving eyes that comfort my child.

"Por......!

It was a moment when the collector soothed and soaked the sweat on his forehead, distracting his gaze.

Glimpses from the palm of your hand, Pordina's gaze. It was directed at Meriandale's crying face.

It was so cold watching the trapped prey stop moving that it didn't make me feel the temperature.

Now, palm down. I got my eye on him again. Pordina's black eyes glistened heartlessly like a puppy on the verge of shaking. I don't feel a shred of malice.

"What is it, your husband?

"Yes, no. It's nothing."

That was so extra fear.

(Oh, what do we do? What do we do, me? How do we assemble it from here? How can they give a convincing explanation and get into a soothing, soothing, love-coming harem state!... No. All measures exhausted)

"So, is it time for the farce to end"

I was a stone in the wilderness, and the voices of a clear, slightly sweet girl descended as the sawdust dwelled on the world. Everyone on the spot looks up in surprise. It caught my eye that Sizca de Charpanthier approached me in a slow stride, lifting up a curtain and not showing up as if he had done so far.

Sizka had put together a perfect garment with a black tone and a pitch-black coat like a dark night aligned with a keeper. The luster had disappeared, the coat was only seen at first glance, and it was viewed as using a fairly good fabric.

"So who is it?!? When you look closely at the appearance of a new character in this situation, you're wearing a standing position: me and a beautiful girl. No!!

"Hilda. That's because it's too much"

As Hilda was shocked by Lacey's scratch, Sizka looked up and stopped. There stood a faithful and incomparable dog-ear maid, trying to cover the collector.

Sizka remained silent, pointing her cleavage eyes at the maid, moving her jaw slightly.

Retreat, it would mean.

Pordina doesn't even move with Pickle, as she has grown roots on the spot.

Something like swordsmanship, invisible to the two confronting spaces, is hitting hard on each other.

"It's Pordina. He is sixteen years old. We strive for your husband's slavery. What I hate is tomatoes."

Sizka let her long lashes hang when she frowned as confused. As soon as possible, her expression turned out to be of an age-appropriate young age.

"You know, Pordina"

"Yes."

"You don't have to introduce yourself to Sizka. Do something about Mary."

Meriandale is rubbing her tears and nose, bumming her arms.

"Let's help."

"Oh, please"

Pordina and Sizka! of the caller, pulled Meryandale off the lower back of the treasurer. No, no, no. Mary is squeezing her wings while Pordina squeezes her.

"Hey, hey. Klando, who's that one?

Lacey, who had been on patrol for a while, finally asked, as she had decided to.

"Oh. This is Sizka. I don't know, I've known him since before I came to this city..."

As the collector was mumbling, he pulled the hem of his coat. When I moved my gaze reflexively, there was a sizka with her mouth written to her dissatisfaction swelling her cheeks in a grumpy manner.

"I'm sorry. Looks like he kept you waiting. But isn't that the attitude of his wife, who hasn't seen him in a long time?"

Everyone exclaimed at the same time to Sizka's abrupt wife statement. Artemisia stays stunned and finally heckles on the spot. In a hurry, Rudge rushed over and supported his back.

"Ha-ha-ha, hey! Wait a minute, wait a minute. Wait, wait!!

What a wife, isn't that a problem before we discussed it?!! I'm in trouble if you don't cut me some slack. In the first place, you're talking about a virgin like Klando, age equals without her, but it's impossible for heaven and earth to flip a wife's belt. Even I have no choice but to marry you because Klando is going to approach you at the reception of the Alliance as a stalker and I'm going to dedicate my life to volunteering with mercy!!

It's too bad, Nelly.

"... han"

Sizka laughed at Nelly with her nose, pulling the collector's arm toward her and holding it against her chest.

(Whoa. Do it. What the fuck, Sizka's tits. My breasts gently irritate my arms and I'm in a havenly state.)

Pordina wrinkled her nose head and set herself up,

Hilda cut the cross and prayed to God,

Meriandale cried and fell into a state of nothingness,

Nelly cursed and scowled,

Lacey stifled her face gloomy and bored,

Artemisia sat stunned,

Rudge looked up to heaven in distress,

Sizka is somehow distracting her breasts while winning proudly.

When the Zodiac couldn't pack up in this mess and dreamed of "throwing everything out and running away" or something, the Savior shoved up a curtain and appeared.

"Uh, when the length of my sister's story at all -!?"

No, the maid was completely on the board, and Victoire, the knight among the self-proclaimed knights, took Hannah, the samurai, into an even more leaping form of confusion. She saw the girl pulling the arms of the treasurer and dropped the cookies she was wearing.

"Ki, Ki, you are!! Sizkah!! Also, speaking of originally, wow, I am. I blame you for everything!!

Victoire changed his blood phase and screamed as he ate. I can't help but think she's furious.

It was not until the woman in front of her that she embarked on a vagrancy journey dressed as the head of the Half Kingsguard Knights in search of her escaped treasurer, not to mention the life of Princess Octavia.

"Wow, wow, mine. Or glorious career! Oh, your fault!!

If we go through anger, can't the human thing be locked in too? Victoire wanted to slap Sizka on the curse of Alan and rebuff her, but she didn't say a word. Only emotions explode first, and language centers can't keep up with feelings.

Sizka, on the other hand, looked like she didn't remember anything at all about Victoire.

Sa too. A woman with tears in her eyeballs in front of her eyes and her mouth open and closed like a goldfish was not a mattomo no matter how she looked at it. Sizka narrowed her eyes surprisingly, then nodded cocklessly, as if a point had been made.

Turning to the collector, he rotated his index finger in a circle over his head, performing circular motion.

――

Victoire's emotions exploded with tremendous momentum as if the universe had occurred above its roots. A deafening scream flows through the world. A compressed killer radiates at the speed of an instant.

The two beasts who pulled out the blade fatally started a clash.