Dungeon+Harem+Master

It is stained with red as the bears of the wave-beating ski fall into the residual light.

The collector ran low as he lowered the blade in his hand. Suki's ears threaded and bent everywhere, severely disturbed and scattered around her like cotton wool. He suddenly turned to Icarus, who followed him. The two blades of the escape shine violently as they reflect sunset sunlight. When the collector laid his long sword horizontally, he dropped his heart and hips and turned his point of view to Icarus.

"Looks like you're ready."

"Ready? That's the line over here. The one who likes it and falls asleep on the cold side of the world is nasty."

"Must be."

Icarus laughed sarcastically as he slightly distorted his shredded cheeks. A freezing late autumn breeze wore a gray cloak full of Icarus' succession. It is a natural body with no alarm or chronic heart in its calm expression. Given the difference in strength, it was natural.

Icarus has a grand winning star by slashing each other directly from the front with his collector. The bottom of the secret surgery of sleeping deep in the ocular cord I put on my left eye had yet to be accurately discerned. Unfounded confidence before being present is likely to collapse with rattling noises.

At the same time, a momentary exaltation similar to that of when standing in the abyss of the wall elevated the body. The collector was ready to die. You have to stand ready and beat Icarus.

If the collector dies here, the lives of Lynette barely Dorothea, Liza, and the unknown girl whose name still suffers in the barn will vanish in vain and dew in the hands of the slave traders. Losing immediately means their ruin.

(Is this the so-called backwater formation? You can cry.)

Approximately the agitation of the collector, Icarus had a calm attitude. The cultivation hall, which had to be a little older than the collector, would also be better over there. The skill of the sword, the piercing locks, and his character as a human being will be above him.

(Don't think. It doesn't make sense to think too much. Either way, it's a mess I'm dealing with. Make up your mind. Now, there's no escape. I'll do it till the end)

"Let's name it because this will be the last time. I'm Icarus de Brandon. I will take your life as a former adventurer."

"Shimonzo. Just a wild dog!!

The treasurer barked to inspire himself, packing the distance at once. The sleeping blade rose to the sky ravaging the ears of a dead suki.

Sluggish, Icarus, who stood in nature, moved quietly.

I don't need invitations or attempted attacks. It's full engine rotation from start to finish. The collector bit his back teeth so tight that a spark appeared, wielding a long sword. A strange noise cut through the wind ran into the wilderness.

If the technology is inferior, we'll have to overwhelm it by hand. What is important in slashing is first and foremost health. It keeps swinging heavy iron chunks apnea. This act, which wears off concentration and spiritual strength in the interactions of life, involves so much fatigue that the breath rises as soon as a normal person can. I'm confident in my health. The collector attacked and attacked and attacked me, and I couldn't think of anything other than an operation in which Icarus would find a way to live when he disturbed even a tenth of his concentration.

It was a shovel that was unleashed by the power of my body.

But Icarus dodged by retreating in critical time.

My body swims slightly at my forehead with my long sword waved. Something cold flowed down my spine.

I made sure to crack through the clear sky, and the tall metal noise rang violently.

Icarus' tremendous slaughter was unleashed on his chest.

He swung his sword back at miraculous speed, shielding the blade peak to prevent it.

The collector groaned violently as he jumped behind him.

Icarus attack. It was a tremendous force that I didn't think was skinny.

The blade swung continuously approached his throat like a thunderbolt.

I waved down my long sword with a selfless obsession.

The engaged swords emitted a burnt smell on each other and scattered sparks.

Every single finger I gripped is paralyzed. The more distracted it was, the more shocked it was going to be.

Every thought disappeared from the back of the possessor's brain.

Remaining is accommodated in the point of just killing the current object.

It approached from Icarus' eyelashes to the position where he could see hair spawn from his fine breathing cheeks to his jaw.

I was selfless and moved my long sword horizontally.

Icarus turns away and squirts, as if he had predicted.

I've been pounding on all the blows of return.

The treasurer could not rebuild his upper body and was exposed to defenseless breasts.

Death is imminent. I once remembered a word Dorothea used to say only once when she tried to put on an archery of swords.

The final decision is to be brazen.

The collector barked hard and stuck his left arm out in front of his face.

The blade of Icarus ate into the biceps of his thick left arm and stretched almost straight out of the deltoid near his shoulder. Splashed blood wets my left cheek. I don't feel any pain. I don't even have time to feel it.

Tighten all the way up to one piece of muscle fiber with full force.

The entangled blade won't let go of this body.

Icarus' momentary stiffness.

Barked.

I barked hard and stuck out my long sword with my right hand.

The moment it rolled out, the current ran from the spine to the brain.

Icarus has already floated his double-legged kakato and is preparing to fly away behind his back.

The gray cloak flickered, and the dagger I had on my hips caught my eye even though I didn't like it.

Done.

I was convinced I had lost completely.

Icarus just needs to be tangled up, let go of his sword, and wield a spare blade.

As you can see, the treasurer's throat is leaning forward in the outfit he offers.

The victory or loss was entirely decided.

But God's eyes bounced out the unlikely result.

The man in front of him became a bar when he let go of his sword. Icarus went straight to the chest plate without even trying to avoid the long sword that the collector protruded in agony.

Slightly below the heart. The long sword was sucked up to the roots and thrust through the back.

"It was a good decision. But the stuffing is sweet."

Icarus laughed nicely, lowering his knees and retreating.

When the collector let go of his hand from the long sword, he crushed his back on the spot with a curse.

I don't understand.

Icarus coughed hard as he draped a strand of blood Shizuku from his mouth.

A rain of blood falls on the face of the sitting collector. Wipe the blood paste with your palms and stand up. Then an anger gushed in my chest that I couldn't even explain myself.

"Why, Icarus! That poke would have been absolutely good for you!!

"Oh, but, Klando. I've always wanted this to happen. I've been waiting a long time. The man who will kill me will show up..."

Icarus put his back at the roots of a nearby tree in a foothold that bled bubbles out of his throat, exhaling in a rough breath, smiling. The residual light of the falling sunset dyed the sides of Icarus red.

"Why would you bother to give up your life?"

"I didn't imitate it like I'd thrown it away. I'm like a man who died a long time ago."

"He was dead, 'cause"

"Yes, I was a man if I hadn't screwed up."

Then Icarus began the old story with a break, holding down the chest wound.

That it used to ring as one of the Wuyingjie, the leader of the leading clan of the Adventurers' Union (Alliance). I didn't even skip Sandra, my wife, depending on the economy, about the days when I was dawning on alcohol, women and beatings. And not to mention that Sandra was taken by Kata to settle her debts. The importance of my wife I've noticed since I lost it. Then, that he was extending his dirty work to find and buy back his wife, who was sold off as a slave.

"The masterpiece of this story is that when I finally made my money and gave direct judgment to Cornelius, the Lord of Sandra, Sandra herself refused to return to me. Hey, it'll be hilarious. He wanted to serve as his slave rather than go back to me."

Icarus mocked himself forcefully by pouring a red Shizuku from his lips, dripping a thread of tears from under his left eyelid. Easily change your mind in time with the person you accompany, such as the woman's feelings.

As a result of stopping the adventurer, abandoning his pride, and falling to the unreliable, what he pursued did not end up in his own hands. As long as Icarus wandered around Sandra seemingly untrained, the remnants of infidelity would have continued to irritate his heart. Until then when it comes to the natural outcome, but given Icarus' carelessness, the collector could not laugh off very well.

"Why didn't you use those eyes? If I had used him, I would have sent him in the same way I did when I first saw my attack."

The collector warped his face and struck his left leg forcefully so as to hit his wrath with no place to do it.

"This guy is called the Futuristic Eye of the Devil, and he can see his opponent's movements in blinks. But to be with you, I thought it was wild. Don't you think it's silly? I can't believe we're using this for a one-man ride."

Icarus silently removed his eyelids, exposing him to a vain orbit. Is the hole shortly after it was damaged, the blood pus had not solidified and the pink meat mass still appeared to flourish in the rays?

"I took an unconscious look at Cerberus' dog. No, don't look like that. I mean, I didn't feel like taking it so seriously anymore. I'm tired, everything."

"Icarus......!

"Kland.I have one thing for you. Would you please pull this one out and make it easier on me? It's time to stand, a hundred million robbers."

As the collector silently pulled the sword out of his chest, Icarus sat cheating as he lost his support and also leaned against the tree of the tree behind him. The thick trunk was stained with bright red paint, which left much to be desired and made the heart of the collector unnecessarily cold.

"That's the famous sword I got on the thirty tieth floor when it came to Ascaron. Do it."

I see, the closer you look at yourself, the whiter and more beautiful it is like frozen snow. When the collector put the sword in his hand in his sheath, he crouched on the spot and gazed.

"Do you have any last thoughts?"

"No, I hope not, but if you ask for it, you'll resent Cornelius."

"That resentment, I took it."

Icarus dropped his neck disappointingly with a faint smile as he opened his right eye to his surprise for a moment. Do your hand on the chest. The heartbeat had stopped completely. Behind me, the sound of shaking Suki's ear rang. I don't feel like killing. Looking back at her neck alone, there was a woman looking sweaty and pale.

"You, when?"

"I'm just following you on my own. Icarus, who noticed it, told me to hide until the slaughter was over."

Without mayhem, this woman would definitely be Sandra, Icarus' wife. The collector saw the shackles of lead unsuitable for his white, thin neck. Icarus noticed the naive tail of his ex-wife, but didn't do anything to push it back. Perhaps standing up to Cerberus, to my mind, is also the result of trying to keep the crisis away from Sandra a little bit. Thus, abandoning the winning intense battle to perform and show an unbroken death in front of her could also be taken as vengeance against his wife, who, if worn and thought about, took treachery.

"This is still what happened"

The collector slowly moved away from the spot as he turned away from Sandra and kept his coat in front of him. She approached Icarus, who had gotten cold in her ghostly footsteps, burying her face in her chest and whimpering violently, wondering if she had leaned in.

"I wanted you to forget about me and live"

Sandra gets a deep sigh as she speaks to Icarus, oh.

"It was my life to see you live and adventure. Even when we were away, it was enough to hear the rumors. You yourself are my dream. For that reason, I thought I could stand anything. I can't believe you let me imitate this, this, cutting myself out. I'm going to hell."

A dull, groaning woman's voice.

Turning around, Sandra was stabbing Icarus' dagger hard in her throat.

The zodiac wolfed and rushed back as he was, and gazed at the side of Sandra, which had led to the cold Icarus. Two bodies sunk in the dark. I'm wrapped up in a book of sneaky nights as I look around and I can't see.

Turning his gaze from the two hugging each other to lean in, he began to head back towards the barn looking at his feet. The unanswered question swirls through my head. The weight of the buckwheat ascaron on his hips made his footing even heavier. I reached near the barn and became anxious about the serenity. Momentum opened the door and there was Liza and Lynette crying quietly in front of the elf girl twirling in the blanket.

"Klund......"

He had dedicated something to the one that twirled around his chest as Liza wept in his almond-shaped eyes. It was a newborn baby, but it was obvious at first glance that it was stillborn.

"I couldn't. This girl, she's weak, and the baby."

Lynette sat on the straw with her vain eyes. That said, she dropped her gaze to the ground again.

The collector peeks softly into his face when he receives the baby from Liza. Half elf unique long ears.

Unlike the baby I saw on TV one day, my hair grew pretty good, and my face was clear, not like a monkey. That's why the shock is strong. When the collector turned away unexpectedly, he looked at Liza, who was sitting down instead.

"It was a girl."

Lynette, shaking her body at Lisa's words, cried out as hard as she caught fire. Leaning against his shoulder, he is shaking his whole body to reveal his grief, as if he had been swallowed.

As if she had signaled Lynette's tears, Liza also raised her voice and cried out, kushaking her face all over.

The collector stretched out his arms and held them together, eating his teeth away.

A sense of inexhaustible disillusionment hits my back.

Icarus chose to die as an act of suicide.

Sandra followed it without getting lost.

An elf girl who got cold in a decaying barn, a quote about being conceived of an unwanted child.

And one life that disappeared without even being allowed to live.

But the situation didn't have time to leave the collectors in grief as they were.

From outside the barn, you can hear numerous stirrings and noises.

When the collector stood up, he jumped outside with the sword of Icarus' shapes in his hand.

There are more than thirty pine lights on the table to tear the darkness apart. The champion of the Chamber of Commerce was a force on a scale that I can only assume has united its total strength. The eartips of the spears and blades of the swords, which indiscriminately reflected the light of the flames illuminated by the reds, glow in a disastrous way. As the collector turned his gaze, he had surrounded the barn with about a dozen men scattered beside the barn as well.

"I see you've been running away to Konno's place, Crand. Ooh!

Alexander raised an eyebrow and spread his arms to the left and right as he leaked a creep and a strange laugh.

"Temee is serious, too. - You're a bastard."

"Unfortunately, I am not entertained by your body!! Chop it up, apply salt to the wound, butch the needle in the gap between the nails called nails, crush the golden balls, poke a stick from the hole in your ass to your mouth, and expose it to wild air for three days and three nights. Oh, I even freaked out just thinking about it!! Come on, like you want to play with Klando!! Let him play. Whoa!! You are my toy!!

Alexander whistled with pleasure even on his niggered face, offering his hook claws and barking majestically.

"Do you think they're gonna ask me that and I'm gonna get caught again with adultery?

"Kuhee. Right, right! I have trouble getting caught. Trouble, Klando! No farce allowed this time. At least you have to suffer to the point where you can't move, that's not funny. Hey, Dorothea."

Alexander looks back at his back in such a fun and irresistible way. Breaking the circle of the hedge, one elf moved forward.

It is Dorothea.

"Klund oh. You don't mind resisting. Except I was wondering if Ama like you could do something to hurt an old woman? Enjoy yourselves, enjoy us. This is a delightful show."

Dorothea, with a long sword in her hand and in front of her, was a halffantastic beauty.

The golden hair reconnected with the chitin was beautifully combed, and the lightly make-up cheeks were slightly reddish and the whiteness of the skin was noticeable. The more I think about the possibility that both breasts stuck out like watermelons might have been slammed by Alexander, the more flames of jealousy burn and the more halibut I'm about to boil back.

What a joke, at all.

The collector was thinking back to the two months of living with Dorothea. She laughed often without giving in, sleeping poorly, surprisingly good at chores, and teased the keeper to the point of being unreasonable as time. Shorter than I thought, she endured this far because of, for one thing, the children of the captured half-elf. Look up at Dorothea's expression. He was as faceless as Nobu as he was trying to erase his emotions. Dorothea's sword moves are equal to Icarus's. Impossible to seize intact. You read the bottom of the collector's heart, Dorothea moved on when she laughed lonely.

"It's Klund. Don't think about capturing the frivolity intact and running away. Look at this collar. This is what binds the wrinkles. He was planted with a powerful poison. If you leave the ranch, the poison will automatically stain you and take your life away from you. There is no longer but one path left for the straw. We'll have to do it."

"If you open your mouth for a while, it won't be long. I don't know what a glossy story is."

"It's late, it could be anything......!!

All I could think was that Dorothea's appearance scratched off the spot in the eyes of the collector.

Stuffed in an instant, her sword glided through the dark night to shine a light. Reflecting the flames of the pine lights, a bunch of chickens and light caught sight. It was best to pull out the sword and prevent it. The metal struck hard and the body floated backwards. The collector stood his sword reflexively as he tried to pierce both legs into the earth and endured.

"Well, come on!! If you don't come, I will kill you!!

"Okay."

The collector tried to carry a long sword and ran all at once. I thought as I ran. I pushed her away into the glowing night of the moon, begging her to stay by my side. This was the end of what I thought I would do to keep away from my chase. I wanted to think Dorothea was strong. When I could do it without myself around, I couldn't help but think in my mind.

No, I tried to think about it.

That's what happened since we got to Silver Villago. There was nothing I couldn't do if I wanted to find them and call them in and live with them after I settled down. Somewhere, in my heart, there was remorse for abandoning the Dorotheas. Far away is all on me too that Lynette, who was as close as her sisters, would hate Dorothea so much. Another self in my heart blames me for staying on that spot and shouldn't have kept protecting them. What a dungeon. Shouldn't I be responsible for dreaming and floating like a kid? I turned my back on everything because I hated being damp then, I'm sure, because if I saw Dorothea's face again, I wouldn't be able to keep it.

I'm weak. But Dorothea is strong.

How often would it have made me feel better if I had forgotten everything and decided that everything was over?

Icarus escaped. I couldn't face my sins and refused to live in despair.

That's unacceptable. There's no way on the shoulders of a collector to write everything off with a cheap death for Liza, Lynette, the captured half-elf children, and their wives waiting to return.

Barked.

The collector put his long sword on the upper stage screaming wildly.

The distance from Dorothea approached in an instant.

Long eyelashes flow as they sift into the night breeze.

An unsuitable shackle was heavily fitted in the white throat.

Wait. I'm going to bite that scrupulous collar off right now.

When the collector threw the long sword in his hand, he jumped toward Dorothea. With his hands wide open, he stretched out his arms and held them back. I stuck my fingers out enough to devour into my thin shoulders.

Zuburi and freezing cold ran all over my body.

As a result, Dorothea's sword, which lay on the front eye, had eaten through the belly of the treasurer and fallen off to his back.

"Hey, what's that, stupid?"

"... Ichi. I knew you were pretty thin. But as always, a part of it is loose."

Rough breath in my ear. The unique body odor of a sweet woman blurred her nose tip.

The sword thrust through his belly, hot as a flame, with severe pain running from his butthole to the tip of his brain.

The flowing blood tide wetted all the way from the lower abdomen to the thighs via the groin.

Every time the glued Dorothea shivers, the muggled blood is wetting her clothes and making strange noises. A dozen cold sweats gushed all over my body.

When the collector managed to shape his grin, he looked at and mouthed Dorothea, who remained stunned.

Dorothea, with her eyes wide open, brings her lips together to devour. I hold her little head and stick my tongue in even more. I tucked her tiny, tufted teeth with my tongue and gently let her go.

Deep blue as clear as the sea.

Tears flowing through my cheeks were still beautiful.

"Why not?"

When Dorothea pulled out her sword, she quickly threw it away and took it to her chest. The collector pounded her shoulder gently as he held down the wound.

"Why not? Dorothea, I know what you're thinking."

"Yes, because"

"You're kidding me. Even I have pride. You can't just slay the irresistible twice a day."

"Blood, blood. Klander's gonna die. Why, why are you imitating this? I wish we had been slaughtered. That way your lord could have taken Lynette and escaped from here."

"Really, that's what you wanted."

"Huh?"

"I'm asking you if you wanted me to do that!!

"Scary. Don't be mad at me. No more"

"You're kidding!! I'm angry, I am. Nothing!! Are you sure that's all right? He asked me if it would have been a good idea if I had been slaughtered on the spot and screwed like a bug! It doesn't matter at such an irresponsible end to leave those kids alone who you tried to protect until you dumped your fiancée and bye one foot from the world alone!! The hell will continue with the kids being captured here saying you're dead. I'm asking if that's okay or if I can lose everything and lose it!!

"Wrinkles, wrinkles"

Dorothea, lying down on her face, whimpered violently, blurring and crushing.

"... help"

"I can't hear you!! Go for a bigger voice!!

"You want me to help you straw, Klund!!

"Okay.So let's just take this extra thing off"

As the collector clumsily distorted his face, he gently extended his fingers to Dorothea's collar.