Dungeon+Harem+Master

Victoire slapped down the man coming across the street head-on as he slapped down the arrow that was shot from the watchtower. Blood splashed puffy and the man fell aside at the front.

The elves, who responded internally to Victoire's side by flicking an anti-flag against the thief, pierce the spear all over Todome. The meat was torn apart and the screams flowed.

After taking control of several separate buildings, the battlefield had moved to a rooftop that stretched out in front of the enemy general Gaspar's quarters.

And another breath. Victoire regained his sword as he raised and lowered his white throat to prepare his breath. The pattern was smeared with blood and sweat and seemed to spill off as soon as I lost my mind. Not between, a sharp sound of the flying object jumped into my ear. Turn it upside down. An arrow butt pierced the cobblestone and made a hard noise and bounced back. The crushed shaft falls apart and splashes. Exactly, I don't have time to breathe.

Victoire retreats because he hates archers attacking from above. In the breath of Ayumu, Karen beside him fired an unparalleled shooting. Enemy soldiers on the top floor of the lookout stand soaring as they look up are instantly shot down. The screams of the men falling from the tower stretched out their tails and eventually disappeared.

Relaxation was also in between.

If you look up, about five men stick their spear tips together.

Victoire raised his roar, grabbing Kella's neck completely chopped him off, poking the man's eyes hard with the stone poke of the spear he had taken. The man whose eyeballs were destroyed leans against the man next door barking.

With a gap, the runoff of magic emanating from Rudge clustered together like flamethrows to sweep away the men. The men left on fire fall and lie down screaming, crushing their running around scattered plates and liquor bottles.

Exactly. The men guarding the residence were elite.

But the number was smaller than I thought because of the advance Sizka rumbling around. It was also a tribute to be able to join the elves when they reached the roof. Everywhere, enemy allies are disturbed and wielding blood knives. There was no longer that much difference in numbers.

"But the problem is with that strong guard."

The enemy elite, whose entire body was cemented with armor, was gathering in front of a narrow door at the interstitial mouth and shrugging his neck like a tortoise. The elves, sometimes sporadically releasing arrows or slashing in, but the results just kept getting more handy.

"Make a breakthrough with my magic. Then we'll go in with you and Pordina."

With Rudge's blue-white face, he began to lift and chant the Book of Magic. In this way, Rudge's temper would also be limited in a few more rounds. In the square on the rooftop, Pordina and Artemisia are rampaging around with the activity of the octahedral arms, but still the number of enemies remained more than eighty. The elves, who gathered to feed their way back to the king of the meadows, are also handy, and the ones who seem to be able to move properly are cutting forty.

Hilda and Meriandale are diligently making allowances, but barely the best way to connect lives? If so, it seemed impossible for Artemisia alone to maintain a front for anything.

Especially when the avant-garde has to disappear, it's impossible to protect your people. From Victoire's point of view, I could not endorse Rudge's proposal.

"No, I'm going alone here. Inside, I'm a little worried, albeit arrogant"

An array is irrespective of Sizka.

If he's not here, he's probably still raging in the heart of the enemy.

But he is a loner.

An unpleasant thing starts to pulse hard like a pungent wound in your chest.

Victoire, unknowingly, was driven by impatience.

"But"

When Rudge stopped chanting, he closed the magic book and pointed at the creaking like a cut.

I don't have time to argue any more. When Victoire put his index finger against her mouth, he closed one eye and showed it. While I don't think it suits me.

"Rudge asks for everyone's command. Anyway, solidify it and buy me some more time. I don't feel comfortable using magic any more -"

He preached a reluctant rudge and lowered it behind the group. Upon ascending the rooftop, Meryandale produced about two golems from the smelting formation, but they are powerless, and they have collapsed into immobile blocks of stone.

Karen was using it as a barrier and shooting arrows at the enemy. Try to protect the Lord, the men of the flock and Loulou crossing each other with daggers. Everyone has a dark color of fatigue. The limit was that far.

(Oh, just now, but from Rudge's complexion, there 'll be a few more rounds she can use. For what if, I need you to avoid out of magic)

Discussing, he rolled out his long sword backwards toward his back without looking back. Victoire's Ten Kings sword is quickly pulled back to hand as it pierces the chest of the man who attacked him from behind. A bright red blood splash struck the cobblestone fine as rain.

I looked around again just in case. On the roof of the fort, there is no sign of Sizka and Hannah. The two of them stuck in the inn are sure to still be cut off from the enemy's fifty elites.

I was fooling around with the bandits, but there were a few unexpectedly awkward warriors in there. Surrounded by a narrow place, it didn't make a difference that it was troublesome.

- Are you a little tired, though?

When Victoire regained his sword at his senseless fingertips, he again saw a group like the tortoise child gathered together while defending himself with a bronze shield.

Probably didn't join the liquor platter last night. It's a disciplined move unlike the men who are dressed and in bad motion. They were all creepy and faceless.

I'm no longer sure how many I've slashed and dumped. The blade was wrapped in a person's blood fat and had lost sharpness. Even though it is a rare era famous sword, it is only an iron stick if it is rounded up.

Victoire kicked the man's hips hard as he pulled off the hem of his skirt and wiped his cut off.

"Whoa."

The man asks him to cry out if he hurt himself with his sword when he rolls like no other.

And for that moment, were you distracted?

I found myself with a thick arm wrapped around my defenseless throat.

"Hehe, hehe. Covered."

"- Oh, shit, get off me."

Victoire was entangled by a bald-headed big man from behind, sealing his movements. A force like all-powerful tightens his throat with every collar. I accidentally removed the sword I had in my hand.

Karan, and the rolling sound of iron lingered heavily in his ears in anger. The airways are occluded and vision gradually becomes white due to lack of oxygen. A man like a giant tree caught his nails on his arm and burst out, but the tightening couldn't have been loose either.

"Ooh, ooh. This guy is awesome. Follow me. Be nice, if you don't move, I'll make you feel better with plenty of my mons later. Hmm?"

When Victoire was about to lose consciousness, a one-of-a-kind scream roared.

"Ha-ha."

"Guru!?

A blunt sound echoed behind his back, shattering the great tree. Undoubtedly, it was evidence of a severe blow to the thief behind it.

The man's restraint loosened. No, no, he squeezed his remaining power and looked at the elbow iron toward his flank.

I look behind my back, even though it is fierce. There was Hannah with her legs on the face of a man whose spine was broken and smothered, and a piece sign.

"Yikes! Lady, no!

"Oh, thank God."

"No, no, I won't scratch your daughter that easily. Virgin wife gang rape is not popular anymore. Oh, speaking of which, Hannah was a wife, too. Shit, no more. I feel like I'm in danger."

Victoire did not respond to Hannah's light mouth, and when he picked up the long sword he pierced the man's throat. The man rolled over to the cobblestone and pinned his legs, letting Bashabasha and momentum gush blood out of his chosen throat to despair. The blood pond spreads around the head of the man who stopped moving while lying on his side. Hannah raised her yellow voice and moved away from the man's wreckage.

"Hey, what happened to Sizka more than that? Where is he?

"Uh, yeah, yeah! It wasn't if I was doing this! This is Help Me, my lady. She is, near Las Boss, lonely struggling, utterly desperate!!

"That kind of thing, come on. No! You nerd!!

"Ha. Uh, 'cause Sizka is gone before I know it!! Hannah was out of the building before she knew it."

"Okay. And then I'll do something about it. That idiot. I guess I ran alone again anyway!!

"Lady, please don't blame Master Sizka. He just showed himself to the brave man and lost sight of him."

"This. Then, even more so, I'd have to look around and do it in his place! On the battlefield, you're going to die from the one who lost you!! Hannah, you keep the rest of the miscellaneous fish at best. I will kill the enemy general. That's it!!

"Oh, hey! Wait, if you wait, my lady! Lady, Cambark!!

"Ugh!

When Victoire abandoned Hannah, who was obsessed, he turned to the Tortoise Soldiers, who guarded the entrance to Gaspar's inn. Unlike other half-naked, discerning mercenaries who pull and fight their way out, the thief covers the front with a large shield armed with iron armor, with no gaps to see.

"Wait a minute."

"Whoa."

There's nothing to do. When he stepped out to pierce the barrel, he was stopped from behind.

It's Karen. The half-elf of beauty licked the returning blood attached to her cheek with a long tongue and laughed sluttily.

"Are you nuts? Even if you stick it in, you'll just be filled with holes, from the top of your head to the back of your feet. You know, even that single-cell dog can tell. Are you dying? You want to die?

"But if you don't get inside soon, Sizka will!!

"- That's why I'm eliminating them."

Karen stretches her fingers out to the back arrow barrel, so to speak.

(I can't. Can't Karen's guy see them? How much, even though I'm good at bows, oh and I don't go through with someone who's hardening myself with armor on bees!!

Victoire's fears are the best. The enemy shadow is far away. Within critical range of bow and arrow killing ability. The men cementing the entrance were wrapping themselves up softly with thick steel armor, helmets and a wide range of bronze shields, lowering them to cover their eyes.

Besides, enemy weapons are nearly six meters longer spears than the three-stroke pattern. If the big tip is shaken hard up and down, it's even hard to hit the fine arrow on the armor.

And it's not like the enemy doesn't have the tools to fly either.

If I approached him inadvertently, I would have sporadically gone crossbows and stone-throwing to restrain this one.

Originally, it is spears and battle axe beatings in melee that defeat the dense form of armored warriors with their bodies together. Or we need breakthroughs with heavy weapons like the Great Javelin used by Pordina. It is difficult to give a decision punch with a bow to the point of counting.

Additionally, in the half bow in Karen's hand, tension that would destroy the iron armor was unlikely to be desirable.

If only we could at least get closer. However, in order to increase Karen's hitting power, several more elves must be sacrificed as meat walls.

Still, there is no guarantee that we can break down the enemy formation.

Wrap a quail around Victoire's head as his thoughts wander.

"Something seems wrong. If I were to take it off at this distance, I would seriously defile the king's name."

When Karen exhaled low, she shot her bow in an extremely natural position.

The arrow cut the wind and flew sharply.

The enemy's long spear moves softly without knocking down an arrow.

Still, the arrow that flew like a will crept through the gap of the spear and gently straightened itself out.

The unleashed arrows, as a matter of course, pierced the enemy's helmet with no desire to aim into the slightest hole that ensured its sight.

but chan, and the sound of slamming iron sounds like it goes out into heaven.

The man in front, swimming around scratching the universe with his shield.

"One!"

The man at the right end. An arrow slipped to the right eye area while still blurred reached the brain.

It collapsed next door, and the line collapsed.

You can't survive on vast meadows with eyes that miss it.

Karen keeps releasing arrows in a flowing motion.

They are sucked by a mass of iron so that the arrows released as they continue to stand are sucked.

At the same time, the dense form danced as if it were a piece of paper puppet.

Here the formation of iron walls made a noise and disintegrated.

It's not Victoire who misses this gap.

When she roared up and struck hard, she jumped hard with the Ten Kings sword on top.

The best arm in the kingdom is not Dada. The dressing skirt flashes sharply in the turbulent wind.

A flash of temper.

As Victoire shook off the Ten Kings sword, a string of lines ran on the armor of the man who was at the front.

When the man's iron helmet and pigeon chest torso were divided into two pieces in a glance, the inner man was also amputated as a natural consequence.

Even if it's iron, there's always an eye.

It's a word I once learned from a master of swords. Victoire did not doubt his teachings, did not reject them, just recalled and mocked himself for his days waving his sword in stupidity.

"Well, it's a bummer."

What else? There can be no such thing as a man in steel armor, next door, who sees him cut off like molten cheese, who is not frightened. Continuing, the elf men flocked to the Iron Mountain with a mundane impetus. The two legions began their fierce mirrors as they were swept away by the tip of their ears as they bathed in flying arrow butts and rubble. If we tear the tips of the spears, it will be a melee battle with each other's sheaths. The scream flew and flesh pieces and blood tides danced into the void. Seeing as no chance, or an elite guard who was protecting the gas pearl scattered the spider child, he fled the scene.

"I'll let you through with grandeur."

I told him in a resolute tone.

The will of war could disappear completely. but is it just mean, or just incapable of moving?

In front of the entrance, about ten men still stood shaking. The elves were on the verge of jumping, glimmering a greedy light in their eyes.

- It's also painful to kill irresistible enemies. As Victoire was patrolling, Lacey slowly approached from behind. She does a gesture that covers her ears silently.

I see, is that what you mean?

When Victoire blocked both ears with his hands, Lacey sang in a strange tone as she stood next to it. That pitch, which is not close to the battlefield and resembles a lullaby, slouches loosely towards the surrounding area, even without clarity of ears.

“Nemuri”

Her voice, which is Half-Say Lane, has magic that no man has.

Although a voice that does not work for overflowing warriors of the fighting spirit, it was an ideal lullaby to invite once shriveled hearts to deep sleep. The thieves, who were watching near the entrance and around them, collapse on the spot like a threaded rolling doll. Lacey succeeded in disabling all remaining enemies without fighting.

Victoire reached his residence as he slipped through the fallen men. Indoors, there were various marks of brawl carved into the area. Pillars, floors, condiments, traces of raw blood and pieces of chopped meat are intertwined. Down and down are all the wild thieves whose heads have been broken unharmed. The corpses piled up in the mountains, and in the center a giant oak remained cold on his back. The whole body of the semi-naked oak was engraved with countless wounds, presumably a guard captain serving a gas pearl. Crawling her gaze to the floor, her huge neck is peeling her white eyes resentfully. He looked familiar in a collar with a rolling skull on the floor.

I'm sure it's a luv wrench for the "Kurokubi" that was being arranged in Wang Du! Um, it's a namesake mercenary considered equivalent to bloody Gilly. The Sizka one, would have had a hard time doing this one)

Victoire's hunch was false.

Moving on for a while, the stuffing of the Great Hall.

I felt faint signs of someone from the shadow of a stacked table instead of a wall.

"What's the matter, I'm already snagged"

"No way."

There was a figure of Sizka bleeding from her forehead as she pulled herself out.

"Somewhere, have you got it?"

"Hung, I just cussed my arm a little bit"

Sizka leaned slightly against her nose with a blue face and floated her hips, but she sat on the spot again. Like an innocent girl, she has a question mark on her face. I do not understand aggressively that I cannot stand up against my will. Extreme fatigue was causing him to lose his hips.

I can't help it. If the thread of tension breaks for a moment, such as slashing each other, the pain of a muscle dall or accumulated injury that didn't bother me until then will push at once. A warrior as skilled as Sizka can't possibly figure that out. You understood everything, and I glanced abominably at the root of my eyebrows and closed my eyes. She distorts her mouth with a crying face when she finds herself irritated by the absolute need for a period of rest.

"Hey, can I look like that"

"What? I don't want you to tell me that I've had a scarecrow since"

"But if you meet him in that shape, you'll be just as loving."

"Huh. Shit......!?

As soon as Victoire pointed it out, his fierce face stood back to that of the age-appropriate girl.

Sizka said as soon as she was, when she was horny, she said to Victoire, who was still hanging out, "What am I going to do with her good girlfriend" or "Mirror, don't you have it?," he said.

(Not at all, a woman named you. Somehow, you're desperate)

I don't understand Victoire as though, but Sizka is overwhelmed by a man named Shimonzo to his soul. Until now, we should have been killing each other, but with one magical word, the part where you care about yourself like the city girl there is really funny - I felt jealous.

"Sizka, you go find Klund. According to the plan, it's on your right."

"Ah, oh. But, okay?

"I'm going to finish off the gas pearl. That way, the battle won't be over."

"Ugh, yeah. I will."

"Be careful. Rest for a while, get your complexion done before you go."

"Oh, yeah. A little, my hair got messed up."

Sizka looked behind Victoire's rush away, looking at things like she wasn't here.

"Are you here?"

Gus Pearl snapped with a trembling voice as he rose out of his chair and pulled out his hip-long sword.

He was in command in my room at the back of the inn, but the result was unbroken.

If he had been attacked so far, he would have also lost "Dokurubi", the line of favors that he had invited by slapping him in the face. The staff revolver took his own spear and went out for an interception, but for quite some time, there was no tone out. You'll no longer be able to help but think he's dead.

"That's right, Virgin Artemisia. And my enemy, Victoire."

Gaspar is lying down like he's dead in his own bedroom, he did his gaze to Juli.

Until recently, we were engaged to forget our fears.

At first, he was caught in the breath when he made it a comfort in front of everyone, even though there were a few feminine feelings.

While I was waving my hips over Juli, I was all taka when Keri came on, but I was unaware and frightened by the rebellion of the mercenary elves and the presence of the swordsman with great arms who had entered the inn.

"Kuku. Here's the result. Funny, funny story."

Juli doesn't even get picky with her vain eyes rolling on the sheet. Gus Pearl had come to rely somewhere in his heart on the civilian woman in front of him, every time he turned his emotions over again and again.

But the bottom of the silence was abruptly cut off. When the door of the private room jumped in momentum, it diminished into the window frame and made a roar. The dust will soon rise and the shadows will stand.

There existed the roots of all the evils that were not once armored, but did take away all the glory from Gaspar on that fateful day.

"I can't wait, Victoire! Have a day like this to be present with you!!

Roar with emotion. In contrast, the dressed woman froze to the spot with a pocan face, bewildered.

"Uh, are you okay with gas pearls? Does it fit?

"Right. For you, I'm really only worth about the stone on the side of the road. From now on, you'll never forget my name again! Along with the two names of this" Spotted Cat "!!

"No, that's why he says he doesn't know..."

Gas Pearl said yes or no, and jumped.

Must win first!!

The true battle, unlike the play, is almost what wins and loses are determined in the first offense.

A decisive lead opponent can't fight back first.

Everything is decided by the first hand.

- I killed him!!

Gas Pearl kicked up a cigarette basin on his pillow in a narrow indoor and put up a smokescreen. Put everything on the first blow as the ashes are about to rise. There is no sign of Victoire responding with his sword lowered.

Initially, the plan was to siege him moderately and tie him up where he was tired, and then spend days wandering.

Gaspar dreamed of thoroughly tutoring and subjugating the princess knight of strong nose pillars of beauty until she cried out. No, that's all I had to dream about. Rather, the last few days consoled myself with Victoire's insanity in mind every night, like a boy who had just learned to fall in love. Hate woman who took away from herself her honor as a knight, her full life, and the happiness of the crowd. I'm not tired of scratching and scratching. Let the tuned Victoire serve as a meat slave. As various thoughts flew, Gaspar cut them off and waved down his sword. Percussion is paranoia.

If, with this blow, Victoire takes his life, it is a story.

"I'm gonna make it Dharma and keep you. Eh!!

I wave my sword down, barking sharply.

The white light staggered to the cross.

"Huh?"

Gaspar remembered the illusion of a hot fire column blowing out of his belly as he put both feet on the floor.

"Huh? Oh, that?

When I realized it, it was crappy, lying on the floor.

My flank is hot.

At the same time, there was a turbulence that could not be contained to the throat buddha.

Oops, barked in a beastly voice.

Filled with bright red sparks right in front of you.

With the vast amount of blood splashed, I could understand for the first time that I had been slashed.

Victoire eyes looking up. There lived a definite scorn.

"Hey, wait. I'm a hero with two names," The Spotted Cat. "

"You're weak."

I get blushes and tweezers.

It was a word utterly uttered by the mighty, beating down worms crawling into the earth.

I haven't done anything yet. I didn't do anything.

But if you admit the truth, this gas pearl just couldn't match a single sword and was seriously defeated.

I don't think I can forgive you, on the other hand, a black fear has pushed me.

Uh, ah. Are you going to die? Am I dying? With this.

Gas Pearl was begging for his life as long as he realized it. Cry, drool your nose, and rub your face on the dirty floor. If you're alive. As long as you live. Again, I can collect soldiers and avenge them. I screamed in a frightened voice at Victoire, who ignored it and approached me. No mentz, no shit. In time, my consciousness drifts away because of the bleeding.

How long would I have done that, when Gaspar raised his face off the floor, there was already no Victoire figure in the room.

"Heh, heh. I picked up my life."

I didn't know about the gas pearl, but Victoire's Ten Kings sword already had quite a bit of fat around the blade at this time, and the steel helmet split was dull. Otherwise, the body would have been severed and cold at last. The balance of good fortune leaned towards this man.

"Oh, I'm not going to die. Absolutely, live, give me just one more chance... Ju, Juli. Give me your hand, give me your hand. Me and you, come with me."

Juli, lying on the sheet, doesn't move like a doll naked. As the gas pearl irritated her tongue, she saw her refinement gradually dwell in Juli's eyes across the street.

"You......!!

"And Temehe... of that time."

Gaspar followed Juli's gaze and managed to just look back at her neck.

"Ooh, I'm here to get my wife back!!

Beyond the door, there was one farmer, Aagu, pulling a blue and black face.

My eyes have a firm intention to kill me. A handful of wax is something that you would always laugh at with your nose, but for Gaspar right now, it's a gavel of repudiation that occupies life and death. The tip of the blackened bamboo glitters dull. To its brilliance, my soul froze.

Gus Pearl instinctively thought it was bad and screamed with both hands covering his face.

"Ma, wait - ha!!

"Ohhhhhh!!

But the word of a thief can't be a deterrent either. Hans shook the squeezed squeeze high down the defenseless back of the gas pearl as it rolled.

"Hiya!

Moment of impact, one step ahead. A voice of fear pops out of my throat.

At the same time, a blow of heavy iron jaws smashed the spine of the gas pearl into dust.

My vision blinks violently. There is no such thing as severe pain.

The world's spinning.

As soon as the cold and the heat burned by the fire ran through the spine and popped out of the brain weather.

"Ugh."

Gas Pearl cramped his whole body, smothered when he nauseated violently. A ram is eaten down by the flying right hand. Four severed right hand fingertips rolled together.

"No, no, no. Yeah."

"Die yeah eh!!

Hans' grudge is deep and thick. The role of the absolute strong on this occasion was waved by a man who had nothing to do with lean, not bandit beams.

As Hans exclaimed, he repeatedly and repeatedly struck and wielded the oxen, many times and with the same diligence that it was that plowed the field. The attack continues with the seriousness of beating meat, wearing bones, and severing each and every piece of muscle called muscle. The tip of the polished bamboo was tangled with brown muscle fibers, stirring the nappy and wound. For Gaspar, it continues at a time of distress that seems permanent.

"Yabe, yabe, yabe. Eh!!

Gas Pearl was severely incontinent with the pain and defiled his groin and floor with his own excrement.

"What do you say, what do you say, what do you say! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! There's nothing horrible about throwing your life away!!

Hans' jaws roared and stabbed him in the back of the gas pearl's head.

I don't have a voice already.

Oh, are you going to die? I simply thought so.

The view in front of me, the space, bounces and flies.

"Hans-woo!!

"Juli, no!!

Gaspar, at the moment of his desperation, beyond his vanishing consciousness, was indeed visionary in part of his brain, where he was pinched the figure of a pair of men and women who held him tightly together.

Sizka checked the depth of the wound on her left arm as she breathed. Of course there is no obstacle to the fight. He rested for a while and recovered to the point where his health could move as well. The Orc warrior named "Dokuwabi" found his way inside. Even myself, it was a fierce battle that I think would go into the three fingers of the best bout of the year.

"And is it oak again? Klund, we seem to be very close to this Lord Pork."

Come to think of it, I feel like that's when I was the first person in the woods to be aware of a man named Zao. To be honest, I was going to self-determination if the pigs wouldn't offend me. I couldn't find any welcome in my life at that point in the first place, and I didn't want to live until I was humiliated. At that time, the collector said, "I owe you one. Stupid," he said regrettably. At that time, the word mouth to the likes of a boy, oddly funny, burned strongly in the back of his brain. This could have been the first time I had ever been interested in the subject of an intent to kill. For Sizka, fate changes, it was the first page.

"Sure, I'm an idiot. But not one place. I owe you more than I'll ever be able to give you back."

Sizka walked out, jarring the keys to the treasure trove she had taken from the oak. The bandit's head will be cleaned up by Victoire. Honestly, I admitted it when it came to that woman's sword arm.

"I'm not gonna put it in my mouth,"

Sizka shrugged, smiling and twisting the lock on the door.

but a moment, with a severe painful sound, opened up in front of me. He is a warrior enough to offer a duel from himself. There were no lies in that word.

Inside the treasure trove, a large number of humans were pressed together with a large number of boxes laid down. A hundred will thus be exceeded. Everyone is losing their spirits because they were forced into a small space. Look at Sizka's face, she's more confused than welcoming, and she's not getting any closer on guard. Once done, there are many beautiful young women. I guess I was going to sell it off to a slave trader. It was the fate of a woman only worthy of her youth and body. As Sizka was looking for a keeper to move her gaze, Yuzuka and one girl came in and asked.

"Oh, you know. Are you a bandit?"

Sizka told me that she was an adventurer hired by the village of Tamara to come and help the girls.

A deep underwater silence immediately vanished and a voice of joy exploded.

"Yes!"

"Yay, I did it. Ahhh!!

The crowd immediately cheered. When Sizka told me that the battle was still going on, she quieted down a bit.

"But, but the adventurers won."

"Oh. In time, the thief's general's neck will rise. Then you should go back to the village. I need to ask you something more than that."

When Sizka conveyed the reservoir's facial style, the girl jumped on the spot as quickly as she thought. If you ask me, it seems the man stood alone resolutely to help the girls caught by the bandits. suppressed my feelings to do it and suppressed my chest.

Finally, I was able to find someone. Nobody else, this self.

Sizka screamed in tears as she wrapped herself around her black coat and hugged the groaning man.

"How far do you worry about me?" Silly!!

People around me are also in tears in the touching reunion scene.

Several sensational boys and girls began to cry.

"Ugh."

"Oh, I noticed..."

The face of the man who hit the turnaround. Very similar. Of course I wasn't a collector.

Sizka's face freezes like a noble face. Release sassy the arm you were holding.

The man slammed his back of his head on the floor and groaned oddly, "Uh-huh.

"Who are you?"

Sizka asked sharply with her disappearing eyes of emotion as she put her arms together while she was Jen-royal.

"I am, I am."

In conclusion, this man was not a collector.

Adventurer Reed Bernardo.

The man most closely resembles and most unlucky to the Shimenzo.

He just happened to be out of luck to arouse his brother-in-law.

He stood up to the bandits for the sake of the people, and was defeated and captivated by the martial arts.

Sizka didn't have to be angry, bent over, and pulled the man's side-zura for now.