Dungeon+Harem+Master

Victoire swung down head-on as he pulled through the "Ten Kings Sword” he had raised on his hips.

The Ten Kings Sword is a rare treasure sword that is said to have been made to be struck by the legendary majesty of Iceland by the Ten Holy Kings, long before the Romles founded their country.

Sizka pulled out a songknife and relative the slaughter, which was carried out at the speed of the wind, when she was half-baked and quickly turned.

The two killings overflowed around the circumstance, and Pordina, who sensibly perceived it, stood in front of the keeper with her tail upside down. Sizka let loose her mouth as to whether the point had gone after she had toured her thoughts for a while without breaking down her structure.

"If you think of someone. Right, that dumb knight of a woman then? Barthelmy the Builder."

"Well, well, who's dumb! So lacking, such a word. In retrospect, I took you to First Prison because you really and tearfully complained that you wanted to be my obedient knight. Give it to me! Like that, all of a sudden I'm gonna be slaughtered by this guy, I'm gonna be rammed around, and in the end, I can't fulfill my mission, and I don't want this body!!

"You look great in that underwear outfit. Former Commander of the Kingsguard Knights"

Sizka even looked strange and did her hand to her mouth, causing her to shrug and grin. Victoire lifted blood on his head. I cut the momentum from the diagonal right.

Sizka's song knife arcs and runs. When the two swords flowed through the atmosphere, they sounded cool and scattered sparks in the dark night.

Sizka lowers herself and rolls out an awesome poke aimed at her feet. The blade, shining like frozen silver, raised its head and shone a bright glow on its right foot.

When Victoire distorts his mouth, he slips his sword to his feet to shrug. The curved knife wrapped up the hem end of the skirt, which stood blade-style, creating a deep slice.

"You're a wicked sword to make, cowardly!

"Really? I was just trying to be kind enough not to walk around again. It's because I'm thankful that I have no resentment."

"What are you talking about?"

"Huh. Anyway, I guess I wandered around with those nasty legs. My cland!!

For a moment, Victoire shook his face left and right as he wandered wildly as he could hardly understand the meaning of the word.

"Ha ha!? Hey, hey, wait a minute. Wait! Are you mistaken about something!?

"She's a perfectly white woman. I know because I spent some time as your squire. How you behaved in the palace. Within the Knights, he waves as soon as he sees a good man, pretending not to be interested in a man but keeping it clean. What, that pretentious maid look. Ha. If you're not unnecessarily tempted to attract the attention of Klan, you should go ahead and dress yourself like that!

"Stupid! Correct it, Sizka! In that mouthful, it's as if I'm dressed like a charmer because I care about this guy!!

Pointing to Klund, he hurries and waves his arms up and down. Hannah, who was by her side, pinned and straightened her spine as she reacted quickly.

"Eh! What the hell! What the hell? Ah!! Lady. Hannah thought she was not interested in some of the brave people because of her daily state of affairs. It was your daughter's tearful sex appeal that kept her dressed as a maid until she was stubborn."

"Oh, seriously? I'm sorry, I didn't realize."

Klund sent his gaze to Victoire as he nibbled.

"Ahhh! No, I'm inclined. Totally!!

"No, because. I've never seen you dressed like anything other than a maid."

"It flowed. While I'm pouting and pouting!! The usual set of gear. I flushed it in the pawn shop. Ah."

"Ugh.... Something's funny"

To this, beyond the boundaries of subordination by accident, Hannah laughs.

I poured gasoline on my burning anger.

"Okay. Don't move there, Hannah. I'm going to split it right up. Something's wrong, Sizka!! So, more or less, I'm the honorable Knights of the Romless Kingdom! This maid of honor is a temporary way to sneak up on the world."

"Uh, that's a little"

"That's a lie. That Hilda won't be fooled by this either."

"It's a brain disease."

Lacey, Hilda and Nelly immediately denied it. their gaze. My pity was floating thick like seeing the poor thing.

"Oh. also, whoa. I'm the daughter of Uncle Andrew in the honorable Barthelemy family."

Victoire sings softly about the goodness of the gateway with the naivety with which toddlers squeeze waste.

Sizka laughed with her nose, looking down with cold eyes.

"In the first place, my Charpanthier family is a patterned family of origins since the founding of the Romles. Why should I know a growing family like you? A thousand years early.... Klando, wait a minute. Now, let's not leave the woman in this room behind and make good on her promise. Hey."

Sizka, unlike her voice to Victoire, whispers to Klund in a sweltering sweet language. She was dyeing her cheeks with a soggy, daughter-like, haunted look.

Did you finish what you left behind?

To Sizka's impatient expression, the women stifled their faces without remaining, then gradually simmered their anger and began to look like Shura.

In short, this woman remains a challenge to all of us. Artemisia holds the spear, Nelly the hips Rapier, Hilda the staff, Meryandale the knife, and Lacey the fork, Pordina holds the lid of the pan.

(I wonder how this happened. Oh, to the birds. I want to be a bird. Becoming a bird, winging the big sky, yes, somewhere and far away...... Next time, enjoy Dr. Shimen's cross-world reincarnation book, Neverending Story. Uhh)

Expansion moved violently when the zodiac flew his soul into the void, and suddenly the heavens cracked and the white light came down with a strange inquiry and dreamed that he would invite himself into extreme ease.

"It's a lot noisy. But a young man should be just as energetic as this."

When the curtain opened to the left and right, the old man appeared on the spot with his giant body behind him.

In a calm white silk cover, he holds a white coat together. The beautiful white beard that seemed to reach the belly was beautifully combed and waved. The countless wrinkles engraved all over his face made him wonder if he was talking about the man's life of misery or the trunk of a divine great tree. The silver eyes were as sumptuous as they were slightly scarred, but they were equipped with the power to make the beholder follow nature.

The collector looked directly at the old man in front of him and was violently fascinated by his authority, as if he had met a precious being for the first time in his life. It feels as thick as a huge, giant wall, but it combines softness that I can't breathe through. Staring into his eyes, he was a man who made his consciousness feel a great relief flying far away. All the women in contention instantly pounded their knees to the spot. Um, even Sizka, who was behaving like a bystander, has a magical look with her sword in her sheath. An officer standing beside the old man lowered his voice and embarrassed him.

"It is before the king. Be careful."

"Ha, I wonder if that's a good idea. Yes, but a warrior named Klund. Looks like my daughter was taken care of."

"So, maybe Grandpa did?

"Bu, you rude bastard!!

"What a way to speak to the king!!

The officer turned bright blue and yelled. If you look closely, Victoria, who was beside the old man, rushes up to you, he just slaps you in the ear.

"You are a king, brave man."

"I say, uh, this man is the king of the meadows, Cliad Kang...!

"Grandpa? Ha, Grandpa was good. This is not the first time in decades that the Lord has ever had such a clever mouth. My apologies for the first time. I broke the BattleSeek of the Best Warrior in the Meadows, Hero Klund. No, Cliad."

The king, even as he narrowed his eyes delightfully, did his tricks to look back behind him. As soon as I can't wait, a shadow pops up with white clothes together.

"Klund!!

"Wop! Oh, Karen."

"Karen. It's not. I was really bored with banquet seats."

"Oh, my God. That's luxurious again."

"Krando, Krando. Wah. It smells like crand."

"Oh, my God. That's..."

Karen began to cheek as she jumped on the chest of the treasurer. He's sniffing as sweet as a silver twin tail, claiming that the chemo belongs to him. Blue bars floated at the temples of the women who were paying tribute to the king while kneeling.

To Sizka, he is forced to hold down his right arm poked to the ground with his other hand. Needless to say, he's holding his arm down that's going to pay for the sheath. Sizka also knew how much and what would happen if we worked disrespectfully on the king here. Step elves and reinforcements, Andrew. Uncle Army, I am not going to put up just about anything out of a total of 800,000. Victoire chewed up his laughter with all his troubles.

"Here, it's Karen. It's right in front of everyone. Are you crazy? Damn, the rest of you can't get out strong enough if you put your daughter in front of you. Besides, every daughter is so-called and self-restraint is no longer advantageous"

"Ha. What can I do for you?"

It was a bad idea to mess with the daughter in front of her father. The collector asked in a hard tone as he pressed Karen's forehead rubbing against her cheeks like a cat.

"What, I want to see the face of the warrior who broke that battleseek at a glance. Hmm."

When the king says so, he draws with his hands on the face of the treasurer.

"Pussy."

Karen, who was holding onto nature, went sandwiched and raised a strange voice.

"Uhmm. It's a strange phase."

The king laughed joyfully as he stripped out the white teeth that remained mostly for seventy-four.

"That face is commonly referred to as a dragon face. His eyes on his face, his moustache on his mouth. Um, as it was in fortune, that would definitely make you a hero who can make a name for himself in heaven."

"Ah. Well, maybe we should."

"Hey, Father, that's what I'm talking about, so it's not a good idea to doubt it."

Battleseeker and good Cliad Kang, Step Elf likes to do it and fortune teller, he suddenly got slapped twice in the shoulder with a big palm. Thick as a glove, it was a hard palm.

"He fought the rebel battleseek and saved my daughter's crisis. I appreciate the overlap. I would have liked to invite you to the banquet, but Lord Victoria has honored you."

The collector turned his ear to Victoria, who would come face to face again.

There's a fake princess in the reinforcement general, he said.

Gently lowering his gaze, he is pleading with his eyes full of sorry. I don't even want to be caught in the eye by the crap because of merit. Remaining silent, Victoria lay down her long lashes as she made a ring with her fingers and winked.

"Fine, I don't care about that. I didn't mean to be that big of a deal. I just let the man through."

And the king, breathing heavily, let his eyes glimmer as he felt.

"... what a deep itch. If it was as good as the rest, I wouldn't feel comfortable going up to heaven. There seems to be a lot of reasons, but you can't dare ask. Besides, we can no longer ask the Lord for this."

"Please, I don't know what. At the king's request, I'm afraid of the rest."

"Ha. Not so much, nothing to be afraid of. The only other favor I need you to do is put your daughter Karen next to her."

"To"

"... ugh!?

Voiceless protests rose from all the women who were just watching. Already, there has been some talk, the king's drawn ministers joyfully slapping their hands and making a smile.

As the collector dazzled Victoria, she put her arms together on her back and turned away.

- You framed me, not at all.

When I look up, my gaze intersects with Karen, who is just standing in front of me.

I see, she also understands everything, and combines her hands in front of her chest, shyly turning her mouth into a letter to. Her white dress was just too gorgeous for a banquet. Obviously, it was at a level that I was convinced that it mimicked a simple bridesmaid costume. The silk dress, which seemed modest but of the highest quality, stared carefully and the design was scattered around it. It is a delicacy that the person who sees it will know.

"Regardless, I'm not going to push you into the main room. In my meadow, a man is supposed to give the most precious of his own to the person he truly recognizes. If Non is to be rewarded for his deeds, there is none but to give him his beloved daughter. After today, I would have liked to cook Karen. However, if I can be honest with you as a parent, I want you to adore me forever."

"... right"

The collector found out about Cliad Kang's mahogany and one was impressed.

It has never occurred to me that someone would acknowledge my accomplishments.

That is all the more so if you give me the king of the meadows, where there is no hiding under heaven.

- I don't know, this feeling. I'm more than happy to win the lottery than I am when it suits the reverse pane majors in sex.

For the record, reverse pane magic is the reverse pattern of panel magic. At Health Pinsaro Thorpe, specimen photographs of registered ladies are cleverly processed at the hands of artisans, and although they actually try to make their chests jump, they actually also remain engaged with monsters such as Bostrol and King Oak. This phenomenon of causing a monster to metamorphose into a goddess is called “panel magic," and reverse pane magic is the opposite of this, giving unexpected and unexpected joy. A good child is knowledge which he does not need to know.

"Gifts need a reward."

Be sincere. When the collector grabbed him with his right fist in front of his heart, he protruded a fist that he gripped toward the king with a good grip. Cliad Kang's eyes. It turns into something nostalgic that repulses the past. Her gentle eyes filled her expectations, increasing her radiance.

"What's this?

"Because there was nothing else I could possibly give you. … so let's dedicate my soul to the king"

The king blinks his eyes as hard as he looked directly at the blinding sun.

Slightly pulling out the long sword of his hips, he leaned his body towards the king.

The king also moved the bumps of the hips' machetes diagonally so as to respond, and met with each other.

The slightly open white blade rang in a clear tone.

Gold punch.

It is an ancient ritual in which the samurai sent their promises.

"One day, when the king finds himself in distress, I'll give him my life and give him a hand. Whenever you need help, go."

"Whoa... whoa... whatever"

When the king shook his eyes, he shook his big body and raised a voice resembling a whimper. Elves are much more emotional and expressive than the human race.

In other words, it is the same for men and women who are deeply in love. Karen weeps with emotion and mumbles at the collector. In that extra, prestigious manner, a few ministers and officers, as well as Romless women, including Victoria, could not hide their tears of emotion in the splendid attitude of the man I love.

I was aware that I was leaving it to the momentum to state something amazing.

(Well, if that's just the case, it's Roja. Yeah, I'm sorry. Probably can't do much)

The collector looks around. Everyone is watching themselves with a respectful gaze.

"Master Klund...... lovely"

At the end of the curtain, I feel Loulou flying his hot love aura bisciously as he hides his half. I was no longer going to get away from this siege net.

"Even if I'm so spectacular, I'm staying as far as this one is concerned"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah? It's nothing, but I heard a little noise earlier. Let me take care of this for you. Lord Muko, when flowers are to be picked, they are not hesitant to be picked. Thank you, because of your youth, you don't seem to be able to appreciate the finesse around it yet, but the rest of the way is ahead. Good. Let's act as a mediator. It is time to mark the mark!!

"Signs?"

"Ooh. This is disrespectful. In short, here and now, officially put these daughters together to be my daughter-in-law!! Oh, two birds with one stone if you have Karen's ceremony at last!! Lord Victoria!!

"Yeah, yeah. That's right."

The king was drunk in his own thoughts as he lowered his eyes. Victoria instantly made her smile like a flower when she played a solo van about the advantages of marrying the king's princess and one of her pawns, the keeper.

In contrast, the women, including Sizka, looked alternately at the face of the king and the treasurer with a pocan face still taken aback. I can't keep up with the speed of development.

(Wait a minute. What daughter-in-law... that daughter-in-law!? Seriously, not a metaphor to honor my 2D daughter-in-law. Whoa!? What, everyone here nnnnnnnnnnn!? Let's wait. Let's wait a minute. Once, let's calm down, me. Well, then, wouldn't that solve the problem of Jandere End without leaving it? No, no, no, but. Sure, I held most of the women in this, but that's it, think so lightly - ahhh!!... mah, okay)

In the meantime, thought time converged at the speed of the moment, and the possessor immediately decided on his stomach.

Instant instant execution was one of the few beauties of the collector. The sooner the decision is made, the time will be spared and the time to modify the track will be twisted. In the first place, every woman in front of her is an absolutely inescapable great wall through which she cannot even speak if she lived in plain sight in Japan.

And the balance of fate inclined toward the favourable conditions of the keeper, not only to marry the beauty.

"Marriage! That's good. Not this one!!

"Whew! How prestigious that is, more and more the other preference!! Back, back!! If you want to have a wedding, please hurry. And modestly because I do it inside."

"Damn, the king is abrupt at all times, isn't he? I'll take care of her."

It was about the second half of the thirties, a mistress, who shivered from behind Cliad Kang, who had a tranced look on her face.

Lady Radmila.

When she summoned an army of samurai, she happened to disappear from the spot to adorn the dazzling brides. Later, all that remained was a figure of a collector who could decorate his armor like a May doll with the king's ministers, who showed unusual exuberance and spoke aloud.

There will be no woman in this world who won't let her breasts roar when she hears of her marriage.

Lacey, who could not keep up with the dizzying fury unfolded, was also perhaps fascinated by the magical words.

(Uh, marriage? Me? With Klander? Liar. Wow, wow!

Lacey slips her sleeves through the prepared pure white dress while the samurai helping her to change her clothes is left behind.

"I'm glad we got some Romles-style stuff."

Radmila, the righteous queen, who quickly breaks her bond and puts her hands on her cheeks, directs her in a familiar breeze to change her ten daughters and apply makeup. Suddenly, a large number of humans moved around in a separate tent, decorating the decorations utilizing the personalities of each of the ten.

"Mirror."

"Huh? Wow..."

Lacey looked seriously at herself as she stood in front of her appearance prompted by an elf samurai.

It is a delicacy prepared so that any daughter with thirty-eight righteous queens can have a ceremony at any time. The fine shine and elegance of the design of Kime like fresh snow had tailored herself as if she were a fairytale princess, a one-time city daughter.

"Liar. This is me..."

"It's beautiful."

Crushing as she forgets herself, the samurai is smiling and narrowing her eyes. Looking around, Meryandale, who was crying like a fire, and a daughter named Sizka, who was raging and crazy like a fierce bull, were seeing themselves in their appearance with a red tide on their cheeks.

"Lacey, Lacey"

Kuruku turned his gaze to the feeling of pulling his sleeve. There was a figure of Hilda, adorable as an angel dressed in a white dress, just like herself, rather than her usual monastic clothes.

"Bye! Is that it? Duh, this!

"Pfft. So cute, Hilda."

"Eh heh. Is that so? Lacey looks great, too. hehe."

The little Hilda spun a spin as she clicked her big eyes and grabbed the hem of her skirt and floated the edge fluttering. Golden eyes move like kittens. It was an adorable trick without complaining.

"Wouldn't that suit me?

"That's not true, isn't it beautiful, Al"

Turning to his unconfidential voice, a moist adult woman stood in line there.

(Wow. Wow, them. Rudge, is that Artemisia? It's really beautiful.

Tall, slutty...)

The remarkably tall Artemisia had a fleshy adult charm. Especially with plenty of breasts sagging from a fairly large open chest. In contrast, Rudge, with a sharp body line, embodied a beauty without a single gap, like the ideal image of a beauty created by a celebrity.

In addition, as I moved my gaze around, I met the brunette girl with red eyes sitting on her chair.

It is Sizka. Her deep black hair and eyes often appeared in a white dress. Laying down her long eyelashes and slightly shivering her shoulders, she reminded her of a poor, meagre round of flowers.

(Wow, it's getting really quiet. I don't know, this discomfort)

Next to it, a girl named Meryandale was jumping a little in front of her.

I guess the roots have a bright personality. Did the drunkenness already wake up or did not feel unusual aggressiveness. It seems more welcoming than quiet, just watching it seems like it's going to be fun for me too. I think Lacey would have liked to see her in some other situation if she could.

"Why am I dressed like this?"

"My lady, you look great. Hannah feels nothing."

"And why are you wearing that dress..."

"Wow."

Lacey raised her voice to Victoire's glamour, even though she saw it from afar.

It was the beauty of feeling a single core through the glamour.

Flowing golden hair abounds in a well-shaped breast stretched with a twist.

A girl named Hannah, who stands by her side, also wears a dress that is somehow a bridesmaid costume.

Behind it, an intelligent woman named Nelly was combing her hair with a cool face.

At first glance, I can see my fingertips shaking in small pieces, looking cold, but holding, and my eyes lurking deep and blue like the sea.

Strangely, at the time the ceremony was decided, everyone stopped fighting and, naturally, embraced their destiny. Each other, conscious, but oddly enough, so strong an enemy had stopped coming up. The mediator is Victoria, daughter of Cliad Kang, king of the meadows, and Uncle Andrew, representative of Silver Villago. It was a kind of give up, or a stomp. He may have greeted somewhere for the reason that the misdemeanor of the treasurer's relationship with the woman is certainly not generally convincing, but he cannot do anything about it of his own free will. The nobles have heard that they will have several concubines, and to be honest, somewhere in their hearts, they may have expected this to happen half the time they were discovered to have been wearing two strands with Hilda.

"Oh, you know. Are you sure? Me, etc."

He hears a slight audible voice and moves his face. There was one subhuman girl standing in front of Radmila.

(Sure, Pordina. Is that it? of the slaves of Klund)

The dog ear, which symbolizes being an animal man, is troubled. But to that extent, the beauty of her superb appearance will not be diminished. Chestnut hair, unconfidential black eyes are protective.

"I am a slave. Play though, this is just, too harsh"

With gentle eyes, Radmila did not look away from the girl with her tail dripping.

"I wonder if you don't love Klando"

As soon as I heard the word, Pordina's expression. I pulled it to bitterness.

"I admire you... there's no way... that old man... my... everything!! I am a foolish and untouchable woman, and if I have feelings for the Lord, I will lose to no one in this world! Absolutely, absolutely!!

"Then why don't you? Marriage is only a form, but before love, aren't all identities and races false? Besides, this is the king's life, so I won't allow you to fight it."

Lumidra said that, when she got a laugh that looked like a prank, she hurriedly suppressed her mouth and embarrassed herself.

Pordina's expression, distorted as she looked, eventually decimated.

So even though it took me a while to fix my makeup, no one there blamed me.

Without special mention, the ceremony was held with caution. Speaking of what the collector had done, all he had to do was sit in the righteous armor, which seemed traditional to the Roccolocco ancestors borrowed from the king, like a May doll, and give a courtesy according to the story to the Shizuku Bride. The odd thank-you is to raise one knee and lay one blade at a time, left or right, on the neck muscle of each person sitting down. This seems to be a more ancient custom passed down to the step elves and has the sacred meaning of offering the life of a married wife to her husband, but what a mess it was to a loose-is-loose collector. No vows of love, no exchange of rings, no kissing I expected the most. Still, after the thank-you, there was something about hugging the bride one at a time and overlapping her hands, but unexpectedly this initiative was well received by the women for some reason. At the end of the matrimonial ritual, close to the ceremony in public, all the collectors were promptly boarded in a carriage and returned to the castle. I thought this was all settled down one thing, and they are all still pushing and solidifying, keeping silence with their bridesmaid costumes.

Please, someone, no.

The voices of the hearts of the collectors are approximated, and in the dense carriage the ladies, side by side and shouldering each other, remain silent like stones in their bridesmaid costumes. Unexpectedly, the body collapsed and leaned heavily to see if the wheel had climbed to the stone. Victoire and Sizka. The two neighbors instantly flirt with each other. The faint fluctuations filled the narrow car.

"Hey, I just pushed you"

……

"You have to ignore it!!

"I can't push."

Sizka sounded grumpy when she tongued about it.

"White. What a loathsome woman."

Victoire peels out his teeth and protests.

Sizka lifted a single eyebrow and showed it, as she made a small fool of herself when she rang her nose. Hannah pushes Victoire's shoulder against his feet. The chest of the builder was tightened cold, as he held the ice column. The body of the vehicle tilts, as if it were open. End of sight. I could see Sizka blatantly hitting Victoire on the shoulder.

"Become! I'm sorry!!

"No, it's a shame."

"It's not loose. No, it is, Hannah! You saw it, too. Beep!!"

"Pup, my lady. Too desperate."

"Hannah ahhh!?

"Noisy. The one with no public kakera..."

"Dude!! Oh, stay on the table. Whoa! I'll settle for you. Ugh!!

"Interesting. I'll carve you into catfish"

The reward of a kinky curse begins.

The treasurer often forgot everything as he saw a series of leafy mountains stretching out the small window.

Marriage is commonly referred to as the cemetery of life.

Separating for now, the treasurer came to a new life.