Dungeon+Harem+Master

When the collector woke up, Dorothea stood on his pillow, who had already finished his discipline.

"Morning, it's been a long morning. It's such a beautiful day. Let's have breakfast together."

He smiles like the sun, illuminated by the light coming from the window.

"Oh, good morning."

"Non non. Good morning, bye"

Good morning, sir.

The collector rubbed his eye lid as he dreamed and woke up his upper body. The indoors were chilly and chilly at night, but just right for the lit body of sleeping. Keep your back on the wall and close your eyes.

"Damn, you can't sleep. No more."

"Huh?"

Dorothea comes up and picks his nose. When I open my eyes, I'm leaning over on my knees on the bunk like a prankster. Because of his forehead, his big breasts were forming a tremendous valley as he swayed with yuckiness. Blood rushes up to the cerebrum all at once. It was the best notice for a man.

The collector is extremely sleepy, but he was also tired of yesterday's battle or slightly weak. Dorothea, by contrast, is in such a good mood that even if she wins the lottery, she won't be so cheerful. Skin gloss is better than yesterday without a heart. The moist eye area was moist and wet, with a strong sexual appeal.

"Why are you doing so well in the morning?"

The collector moves his neck left and right as he yawns to make a noise. Last night, I only did it once, so the main cannon in the groin has a lot of energy. I poked my blanket up high. Dorothea, who saw it, played it peppery at her fingertips with a bitter smile. The zodiac groaned lightly, reproaching the double hills that stuck out in front of Dorothea with his eyes. Nature and mouth loosen.

(Whoa, hey. Hey, give me a shot at getting up and out)

When I stretched my fingertips and rubbed my breasts, Dorothea was the irresistible one, and so on, but it stayed. When he got on his knees and put his finger on the string of his pants, he was slapped on the back of his hand with his petin.

"Why?

"No, keep it. Enjoy, you know, at night. So look."

Dorothea followed her cheeks properly with her index finger as she quickly looked at her.

Probably asking me to give you a good morning kiss. How about forcing Sweet to play without even serving you in the early morning, which is likely to throw up such sand? A chunk of lust, the collector damaged his mood. It gave me a sharp crack.

"What, do you have tooth decay?"

The collector deliberately pretends to look in the direction of the day after.

A fluffy Dorothea came like a hakofg and gouged her cheeks.

This, sweetness.

"Huh. Mmm."

"Okay, okay."

The collector noticed, kissing Dorothea's left and right cheeks.

Followed by a hot deep kiss, attracting a gooey face in the stream.

Dorothea just said she was waiting, and I'm gonna hold her.

The cucumber and soft breasts were pressed.

It's a live kill, this guy.

The smell of a woman's makeup mixed with her body odor drifted through her nose.

Face off without a scratch. The expression of a swinging Dorothea. It was so compelling that I wanted to push it down with or without it.

"From now on, I will kiss from Klund every morning before I ask for straw. If this is a couple, it's the right way to communicate."

"What, a couple?

"Huh?"

The collector stared at Dorothea's face with his true face for a few seconds, then silently went down the sleeping table and changed.

"Wait a minute. What's with the question mark? Hey, Klando. Is something wrong? Lord, there are a lot of things that are a little suspicious. Hey, of!

"Uh, I don't know. You're going to have a meal with me. - Come on, let's go. Let's go or it'll get cold."

"Here it is, already. I love the mean things like that."

"I love Dorothea's tits, too."

The collector deliberately rubs Dorothea's breasts unhindered in the light of the obvious favor. Instead of reluctant, she dyed her cheeks to reveal her joy. The collector pulled a little.

"Hmm. The one who's not being honest. And tonight, you adore the frizz."

"Oh, wow."

As the collector took off his sleeping roll, Dorothea took the initiative to help him get dressed worthwhile.

"It's not my wife's job to take care of my husband. The Lord only needs to stand there. I get used to dressing up in the care of my kids."

I'm like a toddler.

"This is my wife's mix, too. Perception."

"Yes, sir."

When Dorothea dressed the keeper's clothes, she combed her sleeping habits, letting her sit in a chair and carefully shaved up with a razor to her mustache. It is endless.

"Look, I've become a good man. Sasu is a frightened husband. I fall in love."

"Oh, wow."

(Did Dorothea have such a sticky personality? Though I thought it was more rusty before. This babysitter is just like Pordina.)

Even when walking down the hallway to the dining room on the first floor, Dorothea sweetens when it leads to the collector like a mollusc. A misplaced inn traveler looks directly at me with a groggy face.

Honestly, I was embarrassed.

"Hey, don't stick around. It's hard to walk."

"Goodbye. I decided to spend the whole day with Krander."

I'm not kidding. This is a good spectacle, then.

On the other hand I think so, I was a little proud of myself being liked by so many beautiful women.

(Wait, collector. The woman is not your accessory. She is an individual with a history of personality. Doesn't it mean adults are the ones to hang out with while respecting her personality? Still, I don't like Dorothea's tits. Super, deceiving. These piots are mine now. That's right, Great Justice Dorothea! Long live Dorothea's milk!!

The thought of the collector broke into the sensation of a demonic breast that could be pressed against his elbow.

Don't be afraid, Dorothea.

"Well, I don't know. Aren't you ashamed? I have eyes and stuff."

"Absolutely. Rather, I want to hustle and bust with people from all over the world. that the love of woes has been fulfilled."

"Seriously."

"Seriously. So I want to do this all the time from now on. Good morning to good night."

You're a lion.

"You can eat at night by the Krund who became my lion. No, no, no."

"That's not what I meant. No, Mr. Dorothea."

As I snuggled down the stairs, I reached the dining room by the ledge.

Even with the dining room and the large representation, there were only two tables for four people in one room. As soon as I came in, I saw a brown and half-naked dark elf sipping soup as he stuck his face in the plate. I don't care what you think, it was Liza.

"Good morning, Klando. Liza started eating first!

"Hey, why are you here!? Well, I would certainly have been in the carriage yesterday!!

"Yeah. You know, I stopped. Liza wants to be with her beloved Klund."

Liza cut as good as usual. Dorothea next door. Suddenly the expression disappeared. The arms turned around my neck tighten tightly. The collector gently put his finger on Dorothea's arm, sweating cold on his spine.

"Uh, Mr. Dorothea. Well, let's talk about it first. Let's talk. Only by discussing, people can understand each other."

"I also wanted to look as strange as possible, but I think it would be better to keep it clear here. This, Dark Elf's daughter, knows the Lord. No, you're a very close woman."

"... Yes"

"It was manly and clean not to deceive. I don't live in a way that allows people to express their opinions about the past. It's just that we're going to have to settle for the past as we move forward with our two new lives. Why don't you let the women talk to each other? As my wife, I'm responsible for giving her guidance."

"My wife."

"Why, even if the straw didn't raise the ceremony, it was already tied. You don't think Klander was fooling around, do you? Oh, no. Tell me you're not, and you're not. Please."

Dorothea turned and looked up with a sad eye when she looked blue.

Going somewhere is the kind of sadness that puppies feel for their owners.

Ugh, the chest of the collector was jammed.

With little thought, the pepper and words danced at the tip of my tongue.

"Don't be silly. I didn't mean to impress you. I'm going to live with Dorothea forever, and when I get to Tamara Village, I'm going to introduce you to your family properly."

"Well, I guess so. It's not possible that Klund would throw away his wrinkles. That girl, what's her name?

"It's Liza."

"Is that Liza? Hmm. I'm going to talk to each other for a little while. I beg your pardon, sir, but will your lord stay out of his seat? I don't want to see it if I can. Please."

"I get it. In the meantime, I'm outside. Come when you're done."

The collector softly appeared on the table as Dorothea approached Liza, who cheeked the egg roast.

"Oh, oh, what the heck!

I held my head and crouched at the end of the house.

There's no way Liza could nod to Dorothea's words. She followed me by abandoning her home and family. If they tell me to go home now, there's nothing I can do.

(Then it's not if you're stupid in here, me! It's my job to convince Dorothea. Otherwise, you can't do this!!

The collector ran up in his face as he stood up. As he kicked up the entrance door, the old man, who had a pen in his hand on the field, slammed his head backwards against the wall and farted loosely.

When the collector ran his eyes blood to the dining room, there was the figure of Dorothea and Liza, holding each other and sobbing.

What the hell, this super-development!!

Little time has passed, I guess.

Skip? Skip mode was on without you knowing?

It's unread, all flying?

The collector was violently confused.

"Ugh, did that happen? Is that what happened, it was hard? It was painful. I know, straw knows, Lisa."

"Yeah. But Crand still came to help. That's why Liza decided to stay with Klando for the rest of her life....... Ah, Klund!!

Liza stood up with a face that still had tear marks, just running over like a puppy and jumping on her chest. Shortly after avoidance, hugging Liza, she rinsed her nose and walked over as if Dorothea had been impressed with bright red eyes.

"It's Klund. You can't abandon such a good boy as a man! Decided, the strawberries will sign the sister-in-law's covenant and accompany you for the rest of your life! Hey my sister!!

"Yeah. Liza, I love Dorothea and Klund!! I beg you forever."

Liza shows her ni and white teeth and laughs, rubbing her gritty head against her chest plate.

Hey, I don't know, but did you help...?

When the collectors finished their breakfast, they took a friendly carriage to the village of Tamara.

Dorothea and Liza were always smiling at each other, even in the car going up and down on a rattling wheel, although not to an old extent good. I guess it's the one where horses fit. Dorothea has a good looking after personality, and Liza is a sweetheart type who follows above in character. As if the gears fit perfectly, the two were tight as the old knowledge suggests. So much so that the collector feels alienated.

"By the way, it's Klund. Your family will be staying in the village of Tamara, but I don't know if it's okay to bring souvenirs in particular."

"Huh."

"Look, the wobble is super cute, but there's still going to be a difference between races. I want to say a proper greeting to your parents, brothers and relatives at first."

Dorothea is dyeing her eyes and shaking her head, left and right, with her hands on her cheeks.

As soon as those elephant silly women put it in their mouths, such as super cute, it was rambling enough to slap Elbow on the front teeth and make them total teeth, but Dorothea had such character and beauty that she wouldn't let it.

"I need you to poke a little bit at the part about the super itch. Well, it's like a strawberry misunderstanding."

"Ha, ha"

"Ugh, um. But I don't think the wobble is a skank. What do you say? Right there."

"Dorothea is beautiful. You know that."

"Hey. And, whoa. The one called the Lord, yes, the one called Sarah, but whoa!

"Hey, why are you bashing me when I complimented you? Whoa!?

"Liza, Liza!!

"Ouch!

"Besides, the part about suddenly accompanying Liza, the concubine, is also uneasy. Hopefully, I wanted to teach this girl some manners. This, why don't you turn around? I don't want to embarrass you. When my wife is an elf, there are still parts out there that may be different from the way they were made. Speaking of which, was Klund born near here? Besides, does the village of Tamara have any rare landscapes to visit? I'd like you to tell me a lot so I can talk to you. Hmm? What's the matter, why do you have a blue face? Are you drunk on the carriage? Shall we stop when we go to the people?"

I mean, Liza's under you, as usual.

"No, I don't feel bad about it. haha."

"Ah, haha. Take a look, Klando! There's a cow over there. Liza, I want beef tonight."

Liza squeezes out without context. I heard voices in the distance.

"Aha. The sky is blue."

"What's wrong with you, all of a sudden you have a vain eye!?

As soon as he arrived in the village of Tamara after this, the Zao received a sobbing welcome from his daughters-in-law, and was brutally vindicated by Dorothea, driven by jealousy.

"Ichichi..."

"I thought you were an asshole, but you really were an asshole"

The collector sat on the floor table and glanced at his swollen cheeks with Pordina's care.

In front of me is Victoire with a smiley face laying his hands on his hips, sighing. Sizka and Meriandale were snuggling up perfectly on both sides to narrow their eyes.

"How worried do you think everyone was, at all? On the contrary, I didn't expect to bring back two extra elves. I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared.

Victoire sighed loudly and looked amazing.

When a beauty gets angry, it's really powerful. It was a force not found in a shallow Japanese woman with a round face. I'm really aware of something called racial differences when it comes to these parts. The collector, an Asian, corrected his posture and drooped his head.

"I am so sorry about that......!!

The collector apologized in a Jack Bauer way. I mean, it doesn't mean anything.

"Don't lie to me. Your words don't weigh much at all. It's like a paper balloon."

"Hey, keep it around there"

Sizka, who was blindfolded, went in a chilled tone.

Oh, what are you fighting about selling? Yeah, what else does it look like?

Oh, you're gonna die?

You're the one who dies.

You die.

Shit.

Neither do I.

The silent exchange began.

Between Sizka and Victoire, the bees and most of the struggle collide.

Hilda, who was approaching with a cup on top of the basin, spins around. Turns right and runs away.

He's the one who wants it.

"That's right. That's how Klander got me back safe."

Sizka was followed by Meryandale covering in a hospitable tone.

"That's right. Because of this, we were able to rendezvous safely, and let's not fight."

Lacey suddenly gets sloppy and goes into arbitration.

Victoire kicked the stone on the ground as he snorted at Hum looking bored.

"Fair enough, gentlemen. Your daughter was quite worried about you, so let her be foolish."

Hannah, who prepared tea for a number of people on behalf of the dispersed Hilda, smiled and joined the conversation.

"Hannah, you're gonna need another extra slip."

"'Cause isn't it true? Otherwise, you can just leave this place and sleep in the tent, but you won't leave before the brave man for a reason because your daughter cares about the brave man's health."

"Really?

As Meryandale patted her big eyes, Victoire blushed and covered her face with a palm.

"I'm not being honest."

"Ugh, loud"

Sizka makes tea even though it didn't sound as serious there as it used to be.

Oh, and I can't help wondering if the collector is suspicious.

Of course, the relationship between Sizka and Victoire was not as good as before, but the relationship poking at each other's horns was somewhat improving compared to before the collectors left the village.

The reasons are obvious.

The sense of alliance that they had attacked the bandits together brought them closer to a slight but good side. Literally, he is one of those who fought with his life.

This was a ritual that allowed us to deepen our affinity much more than the years we were accompanied or the clinging of the upper edge alone.

Sizka's head while the collector nibbles. Satirical she immediately realized what it meant, and when she lowered her eyebrows as troubled, she bent her lips to the letter to.

"Even I don't want to hate you on purpose"

"Right. Suddenly, I can't, but it's a little tight."

When the collector turned his gaze, Pordina had a jittery view of the tent where Dorothea had been taken with tight eyes.

Loyal all the way, there was no doubt that she offended Dorothea with her first impression.

"Por. Don't flatter her. Do it. A woman is a creature who can behave like a wagga mom to a man."

"... Yes, but"

Poldina's response is always yes. That clouded the verbal butt only this time was evidence of considerable anger. Unlike Sizka and Victoire, Pordina is the type that doesn't exhale anger on the table. The fact that it doesn't fit humans is fundamentally not a lot that can be improved. Arm wrapping with what was wrong, Rudge, Nelly and Artemisia approached Dorothea with a grumpy face that looked like a bump. A woman makes a woman persuade. It seemed dastardly and was a pretty effective operation.

"Look, Dorothea. I'm guessing there's something going on in Klund."

When Rudge prompts me, Dorothea walks over toto me with bodies such as reluctance.

"It's not bad to be frightened."

"Right."

You didn't think the collector would affirm it, Dorothea shrunk to fright.

"Because I didn't hear this, and I don't even imagine it. I knew it wasn't bad, but I didn't want to apologize to Klander."

"You..."

Pordina stood up with a white face drawn by blood in anger. For her, Klund is a subject that is much closer to reverence than love. Denying it even slightly in front of me was not something I could forgive, either as a slave or as a wife.

"Come on, shut up"

"Yes, sir."

Pordina lowered with a no-face look as she ate. The clenched fist is extremely white and blubber-shaking. I'm definitely not convinced. She was happy to follow any order as an exemplary slave, but still could not hide her emotions altogether. I pulled my tail later, ready to retreat.

As comforting as the treasurer may be, Pordina's head is pounded, but she is not around as if she were a fierce rabid. He jiggles Dorothea with cold eyes like his parents' enemies. I realized how Pordina was doing. I did a gesture that spread my hands left and right so Rudge was tired of doing it.

"I'm totally sorry I kept my mouth shut about having them. But I want you to think about it. Everything I said to Dorothea is true. And I really want you to live with me forever."

"Cland, your lord is sloppy. Wataru falls in love with you. I can't even think about living away from you now. Do you mean it on top of that?"

The collector kept his face close to the ghoul silently.

In a position where the nose tips are likely to bump, each other's eyelashes touch each other.

Is it a woman's instinct, Dorothea unwittingly nods her eyes, turning her hands around her shoulders.

"Come with me! Dorothea!! I'll feed you my dreams hungry!!

"... what a dictation. If you go that far, you'll have to follow me."

Dorothea mumbles like she's been impressed.

The collector flipped onto the spot in a pushed-down outfit. With intense booming, everyone ran out to strip Dorothea.

"And aside from all that nagging love, our army has a fatal flaw,"

By the end of both Dorothea's get-together and the concurrent dinner party, Nelly strictly told him in front of the bonfire.

Hilda, full on the shoulder of the treasurer, leads as he rows the ship.

I asked, scratching charcoal with burning.

"What are the drawbacks?

"It's a precedent. Because of you. It's the most essential thing in life. In short, everyone here is going to need a living."

Nelly's eyes open. I had a glaring temper.

"Money. Kim."

"Money matters. Most of you here don't seem to be taking this so seriously."

Nelly looks around. As soon as, a few voices of denial rose.

"Terrible. I'm not as good as Nelly, but I'm thinking."

"What, I don't care if I dive into a dungeon, like a living fund"

"Tell me about it again. If you need me to do that, do it for me."

Meryandale swells her cheeks, Artemisia arms up to Eagle Deep, and Karen laughs away with her nose as she reassembles her legs.

"Look, that unfounded confidence. Klando, do you know what they have in common"

"Oh, because we have something in common... does that happen?

"Yeah, clearly"

"Uh, uh..."

The collector chewed Nelly's words in his head as he looked at the three in turn.

", stay, yichi. Yes, the time is up. The correct answer is that they are all princesses of noble origin."

"Really?

"What, look at my face. That sigh. Excuse me."

"Yes, yes, no matter how much time you have, don't play"

"Hey princess."

I immediately understood what Nelly was saying.

In short, most of the housekeeper's wives come from the aristocratic class. Karen was the royal family of step elves, and Liza and Dorothea were also patriarchs located in the privileged class among the tribes.

Before Pordina was also sold off as a slave, she was born and raised as the daughter of a chief.

And Nellie herself grew up in a much more privileged environment than the co-aristocrats, as her parents were rather wealthy luxuries. Victoire is the daughter of a lord, and Hannah is a leading nobleman serving from generation to generation. Sizka was a family of Romles founding meritorious ministers, and both Hilda and Artemisia were noble families.

In that sense, what can be considered the only civilian is about Lacey.

All in all, nobility is oblivious to the gold account. Ascension will arrive as usual from the territory, even in silence, and there will be no truly troubled experience. Neither have the collectors who grew up in modern Japan ever tasted life of extreme poverty such as eating or not eating.

I mean, there was an optimistic part of me that somewhere in my head, money would somehow work out. But from now on, we must earn food support for as many as thirty-two orphaned half-elf children, including their wives. In the first place, there is no other way for the Adventurer, the Collector, to earn money by attacking dungeons and quests.

"Speaking of which, can't you afford a lot of money in your hand?"

"Someone couldn't get tired of just letting the quest go and adding more food support."

"Ugh. Gussa!

"Besides, drop in a letter in a local language that no one can read. Exactly. What is it? Are you licking it? Are you making fun of me? Are you dying?"

"Ugh. I'm sorry."

"What is it? Is that an apology? If you're a man, clean, why don't you lick one of your shoes and show your sincerity? Oh, that face is so sweet."

"Hey, hey. Nelly, what's wrong?"

Lacey pointed out that every time she scolded the zodiac, she saw Nellie's eyes run blood.

When Nellie returns to me, she gives me a deliberate cough and stares at the keeper all because of you.

"And anyway. From now on, we have an average number of people as a clan, so I took this opportunity to think about organizing as we approached the offense. We're not gonna talk about it until we get Klander to look at it."

"Oh, my God, you're gonna stand me up for a long time."

"Naturally. You are our husband and leader of the clan. We can't possibly be the only ones to decide such a serious thing."

Nelly looked at it naturally. The women around me also stare at each other in such a way as to be normal.

Yes. I'm not kidding, women in this day and age stand up men.

At the tip of his mouth, even if he makes fun of the collector, he turns his share around. Only those who entrust their will to a man's decision were themselves ancient women born and raised in all times, young as they seemed, but disappeared patriarchy from modern Japan.

The collector picks up the piece of paper Nellie offered without representing as much agitation as possible.

There was a chart of the organization when diving into the dungeon.

"... I can't read it"

The collector could not read Romless.

Pordina reads it out instead.

Rebellion Loulou

Victoire, Sizka, Pordina, Dorothea, Artemisia.

Cland, Hannah, Nelly, Rudge.

Karen, Liza, Hilda, Meryandale, Lacey.

"Dorothea said she was good at swords, so she asked me to go around the avant-garde."

"Uhm. Leave it to the woes."

"Hey, can I ask you one thing? Nelly's got supplies and chores, and Rudge's familiar with things in the dungeon, so I'd appreciate it if you stayed by my side, but this is it. Why is he here? I mean, didn't you make this chart?"

"Uh, yes, yes, I helped Hannah, too."

"Yeah. So, what exactly do you do in Chung-gei?"

"Well, Hannah will make you some tea when you're thirsty."

"Ho. When the avant-garde is struggling, he says I'm the kind of man who takes one."

"And so, dungeon. Probably dark, isn't it? Darkness will reduce brave men's tension. And then, I don't know. When the brave man is sad, Hannah and everyone are sad. Hence Hannah's vital role in comforting the brave man in this glorious body."

"Wait. Such a service is only for me."

Pordina poked her chest out gradually, sparkling her black eyes.

"Don't listen up. I'm the only one Klund needs."

Loser and Shizuka stroked their dark hair.

"Mm-hmm. A frigid, dynamic body would be better suited."

Dorothea made no sense and flaunted her proud body with both breasts.

Already in the wrong direction.

"Just give me a minute. If that's the case, I'm the one most used to it. The White Cross is a symbol of fraternity and service."

Artemisia went all the way late.

"Well, here's the thing, okay?"

Rebellion Loulou

Victoire.

Krund, Sizka, Pordina, Dorothea, Artemisia, Hannah, Nelly, Rudge.

Karen, Liza, Hilda, Meryandale, Lacey.

"Hey, wait a minute. All of a sudden, the avant-garde thins."

Victoire protested. Sizka raised one eyebrow and blushed.

"As long as I'm happy for you."

"Dude!? It's not like you liked me."

"Let's not fight. It doesn't make any sense if it bothers you. Oh, but. Me, too, sometimes it's actually better in the middle than in the back. When we're all tired, we can sing songs and get better. Lam, La Lam."

"Actually, isn't that an important role for me as a recoverer, too? So, right? I think you always have to assume a back-attack or something. I think it's important to take that aspect into account and reorganize it."

"Well, you've never seen it come in handy."

"Mr. Klund's fool."

"I don't like this black one. Clande, cover me."

"Liza wants to be by Klund."

"Yes? What, why did you kick it now?!

"I didn't kick it. It's bad that Karen's ass is in a kickable position."

"Become, hey, ah. Who the hell do you think I am?

"It's weird, silly"

"Hih, heh. Hi-!"

"Ah, the princess is very hyperventilating of anger!?

"Huh? Hey, don't leave me alone. Whoa. One, if you fuck him."

Rebellion Loulou

Victoire.

Krund, Sizka, Pordina, Dorothea, Artemisia, Hannah,

Nelly, Rudge, Karen, Liza, Hilda, Meriandale, Lacey

Guard.

"Hey. Now I feel sorry for Loulou. Don't you think?"

"Mm-hmm! Sizka, you have a good eye. Loulou is by my side."

"Princess. Such kind words. Dust."

Reprisal

Victoire.

Krund, Sizka, Pordina, Dorothea, Artemisia, Hannah,

Nelly, Rudge, Karen, Loulou, Liza, Hilda, Meriandale, Lacey

Guard.

"Wonderful. Isn't that the best formation you've got?"

"You're fighting and selling. You're definitely selling me fights."

"Rude. I gave away my spear to the noble knight. Ungrateful means exactly what you are, Victoire."

"How funny is it that I'm alone in the avant-garde?"

"No way, you noticed......!?

Sizka was stunned as she saw the monkeys masterfully manipulate the humanities.

"Stop it. That, impossible, stop being such a surprise face -!

"One thing, you have a problem. Let's open more between the avant-garde and the middle guard. It's easier to understand when the enemy shows up."

"Am I? Are you kidding me?

"Haha. There's no point in formations already."

"... or am I supposed to stick around? I've clearly missed the timing."

In the end, he adopted Rudge's proposal.

Rebellion Loulou

Victoire, Sizka, Pordina, Dorothea, Artemisia, Hannah.

Cland, Nelly, Rudge, Hilda.

Karen, Liza, Meryandale, Lacey.