Dungeon+Harem+Master

Through the giant castle gate of Silver Villago, entering the boulevard, I felt stronger that I was finally back. The wheel runs over the cobblestone, ragged and noisy. Downtown is the crystal of artifacts. In the eyes that have been looking at the wilderness for a long time, that alone calms me down somewhat. The Zodiac was born in a metropolitan area and is a modern child. I could even feel the bone marrow.

"And at the end of the long journey, we reached Paradise for ever, Maru"

"No, it won't be long at all. Three days in the carriage."

In the collector's monologue, Rudge put in an extremely calm scratch. Whatever it was, the crusade was complete. Regardless of the fouling of the single battlefield, everyone except Dorothea wants to clean up their bodies in the bath of the mansion as soon as possible, covered in sweat and dust.

"Thank you for your patience, Master Klund, we will be arriving at your mansion soon."

Loulou, who takes the reins of Slepnil, went by a voice that often passes.

"Phew."

"Look, Hilda. The mansion is almost here. It's time to get ready to go down."

Artemisia is waking up Hilda, who was a white river night ship while being rattled in the car.

A familiar view of the trees popped into my eyes as I looked out the window of the carriage.

Oh, I finally got home.

(And though, you're not even so emotional. I haven't lived here long.)

The collector put on his arms as he watched the ladies who had been in our house for a long time with his awakened eyes.

Something tells me you're forgetting something very important.

I can't remember what that is, pah.

It's so disgusting that I can't remember.

"Uhm."

"What's the matter, Klando? I don't know, it was unfortunate."

He made a worrying voice as Rudge reassembled his long and beautiful legs. Artemisia and Meriandale, who were shaking Hilda, slightly clouded their eyes.

"No, what can I say... Hola, you got something. I caught it in the back of my head. When I tried to remember, I didn't come inside. Later, actually, I saw it, ahhh! Speaking of which, like. Nah, I'm caught in the corner of my memory, but I'm not coming out. I even went out to my throat. That's disgusting."

"Um, there's nothing more refreshing than being in a corner of my memory that I can't remember."

Artemisia looks serious and nods with a humph.

"But but, you know, that doesn't usually mean anything! I do that a lot, too. After I went shopping and bought what I wanted, I was bluffing through the store, but I couldn't remember then, and I kept thinking about what it was - what it was. So, when you get back to us, ah! Speaking of which, I forgot to buy that medicine! Silly, my silly. That it will be. Isn't that about it? So I think it would be better if Klund didn't take it so seriously either."

"I think Mary's right, too, Klando. Well, that's a trivial thing that doesn't really matter. Besides, if you can't remember right away, it won't be that important."

"Mm-hmm. I don't know. If Rudge says so, I'm pretty sure."

"You trust me a lot. Now you're scared when it's different."

Rudge grinned and made him look troubled with a straight face.

"What, don't trust me about Rudge. Who do you believe? See?"

Everyone is in tune with the definitive tone of the collector. Just a little embarrassed, Rudge nodded his face at the book he was reading, silly, and snapped.

"Your husband will be here shortly."

"Hmm? Oh, that's it"

Next door Pordina told her modestly. The collector, stroking her head, made sure that the string of boots was not loose. I almost fell out of my head before stepping on a string with a carriage tarap. In an instant, Pordina, who picked up the gaze of the treasurer, moved brilliantly. She carefully retightens the Lord's shoelaces as she kneels at her feet. Regardless, there's nothing wrong with what Pordina does. While the collectors are watching the view, they've been checked, but they're double-checking it by touching and retightening it with their hands again. It can be said to be a made-up book. Right next door, Meryandale, who somehow baked his care out of his hands, lowers his eyebrows regrettably. Pordina loosened her lips to such an extent that she could not tell without watching. The women of the Wolves of War (Wearwolf) are, in fact, committed to winning and losing.

While doing so, a line of carriages crept through the gates of the Princess Mansion and were worn around the car in front of the entrance.

"Hmm."

"What, are you still worried? Too much thought."

Meryandale laughed lightly with her hands on her mouth.

Nevertheless, something like this, I can't get the discomfort out of my head.

"Ah! There's something here!!

The thought of the treasurer broke apart in the words of Karen, who opened the door first.

"What the fuck? What the hell are you fussing about... Hmm!?

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Victoire makes a dumb voice and stiff on the spot. The collector pushes the two stiffened at the entrance and pushes the door to the left and right.

"Hmm!?

There, more than thirty elf children stood to welcome everyone jizzily with their innocent eyes.

"Wow, wow! It's just, it's tough. This is a wild thing! My favorite little elves have taken over! What shall we do, Mr. Klund?

"Well, what a lovely welcome."

Hilda is jumping on the spot. Rudge stepped back to see if he was pressured by the number of children.

"Well, cute"

Motherly Pordina gives a luminous look with her eyes shining.

On the other hand, Karen was somehow outraged, like the king of a small country whose sovereignty had been violated.

"Come on, you little shit! Where the hell did you come from? This is my territory. This is my mansion. Ugh."

"Whoa, wait, Karen"

This is your husband's mansion.

"Here it is, pee-pee. Don't ignore my story. When you lick an adult, you're scared."

Karen intimidated sharply as she strode forward in front of the children with her hands on her hips.

However, the small elves did not make it microscopic and even looked at Karen as if observing a new species of animal.

"Ugh."

Often, the stare continues.

"Ugh, uh-huh."

Karen's eyes twinkle with a frightening color. That should be it, too. The kids don't even move pickly like statues. You're starting to get scared, the twin tails on the left and right collapse when they do.

"Ugh, but Ugh"

Karen barked one last time, safely retreating from the spot and hiding in the back of the possessor.

I lost to a bunch of toddlers. It is a contract to be too pitiful.

"... what do you want?"

"Ugh. 'Cause they're not talking at all. Klando, knock it off."

"No, no, no, no."

"Why not! Trespassers! You ignored me! I'm not going to take revenge on my beloved wife!

Karen is protesting with a puffy rage, turning her right hand glued.

Behind that, Liza smiled spirally with her nose, Han.

"Even Mrs. Setting Out, as I recall there. Oops!?

At the moment when the collector distracted his consciousness for only a moment, the tantrum of the assault was cut and lowered. The little elves flew to the collector in unison with their previous expressionless bodies.

"Kurado"

It's Krando.

"Crand, whoa."

"Hey! Stop. Yeah. Don't come at me. Huh?"

With a tall Kiiki voice, the figure of the collector sinks into a herd of small elves. A flock of ants stranded in corn sugar. The women were often dismayed by the sight in front of them. I want you to think about it. A herd of unidentified toddlers flock to their husbands at the entrance to the house they returned home to a long time ago. Let's call it force majeure when your brain stops functioning for a moment.

"... or, whatever you think of this, are you close to Klund?

The first to be released from rigidity was Victoire.

"Ahhh!? If you think you're going to roll around on the house, I don't know if you've jarred it again!

Dorothea, holding a box like willow luggage in her luggage, peered her face through the entrance door.

"Wait a minute! Does Mr. Dorothea know about those kids?

Hilda leaned over with her jit eyes. Together, looking back, he turned his gaze to Dorothea in unison.

"Yeah, and. Anything you know, that's not a kid from Scruff and Klund. Po."

Dorothea can shyly rub her index finger while deliberately twisting her full body.

"Ahhh!?

A voice full of anger and suspicion was emitted simultaneously from all of them. A treasurer who was trying to escape from a pile of hard-working little elves stopped moving perfectly.

"Um, are you a customer?

Did you hear the noise, from the other side of the hallway, and Lynette appeared in a nasty manner? Was it in the middle of cooking, with a hot ball in one hand? She has beautiful, lightly wavy hair, a pretty girl. Everyone puts a vigilant antenna in the bin wondering if they are a great rival to the emergence of a young woman, who flocks to the vaulter, who, unlike her literal children, is stepping into the adult stairs. The atmosphere of the venue turns from a soothing mood to something as cloudy as boiled drool soup. The only people I don't care about are the kids. The collector nodded his face on the carpet with long hairy legs, as he crawled to avoid the gaze of the women who opened their eyes like a young man, but was promptly caused by his quiet fingers.

"Explain, please"

"... Jesus, My Honey"

Meryandale's expression. It was so hard to describe.

The collector confessed to the crime.

Originally, I gave a cordial and polite account of my relationship from scratch with the small elves in the flock. Meet Dorothea. The reason she was taking the half-elf children and raising them. A fierce struggle with the Slave Chamber. And the desire to take care of them in the future.

"I beg you, too, from the woes. I know it's impotent for a newcomer to refer to a wagga mom like this, but I can't think of living away from these kids anymore. Trouble is, I'll see to the end no matter what. Grab a hold of the stone, but let it grow. Let's make sure he plays his wife's role well against Klander. So, please, let these kids live here."

"... well, for once, it's my mansion"

Snuff in the reception room with the collector sitting in the front seat. In response to the words, Pordina, who was sitting a little upright next to her, cracked her overhead dog ear.

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

"I feel sorry to kick you out."

"Don't you have a choice? If that's what Klander wants to do, there's nothing special about it."

Hannah said yes.

"Liza's not a problem, either."

"What? Do you disagree? I didn't even want to kick these kids out at this age. She's a wretched woman."

"I haven't, have I?!?

They got an approximate consent. Nevertheless, I feel just as narrow when so many people gather in one room. The collector laughed in a dry voice, pretending to be calm.

"Ha. With all this, you won't miss anyone."

"... really, are you aware of the situation?

Nelly crouched in front of me with a faceless face.

"Ugh."

"Fourteen of us adults. Thirty-two children in hand. Klund is going to have to feed a total of forty-six mouths. Really, do you recognize reality?

"As, well. If you take a bite for a long time, you can eat two bites. We can handle this."

"Ha. But there are only a few good things about you that you don't abandon here."

"Compliment and delight."

"No kidding! I can't pick up and raise a dog child. Not in Dorothea's words, but from now on...... You'll have to work like a carriage horse tomorrow."

"Wow, wow. I won't starve you with pride."

"Ha. Don't you want to rely on it because it cuts good there? I'll stick with the household books. I have a feeling it's going to go bankrupt in no time."

"Ha. Nelly, you look like a housewife."

"What are you talking about? I'm still your wife."

When we were all just a little used to each other's existence, we had dinner. Nevertheless, there is no room where nearly fifty people can eat at all. The collector employs a vacant, picnic format where he lets a superior carpet lay in the largest room and sits on the spot.

Originally, most kids my age can't handle dishes very well. One adult started dinner with an account to see three small elves. The women, mostly from the aristocratic class who were loud about the modus operandi, appeared to have had a rough time at first, but grew accustomed to it. Anyway, it's weird. Except for the treasurer, everyone is a woman. Shah, on the contrary, the battlefield is also shivering.

"Your husband."

"Hmm, what the hell, Por?"

Pordina approached with two small elves hanging on both hands as the collector put Lucille on his lap and gave him a spoonful of soup to drink.

"Um, it's much more expensive than what I originally planned, and it's going to run out of bottom soon,"

You connected to Pordina in just a short time, and the two toddler elves are connected as if they were sweet to their mother. If you look closely, she has another tiny little elf straining on her back, like a bug. Mostly, it is a behind-the-scenes spiritual possession state.

"Hmm. You're in trouble. You guys want more dinner."

"Yes!"

"Exchange."

"Neither Mira nor Mira!

The little elves boasted a flourishing appetite as they poked up their spoons and forks. I guess he couldn't let me mouth something so loco in his confinement life at the slave ranch. When constantly pressed against hunger, it is humans, when they can be eaten, who want to pack them full. The collectors, coming from the land of satiety, found their thirst for food painfully clear. Anyway, when we starve indefinitely, man breaks down reason. Sportsmen and others who have lost extreme weight in order to compete in the tournament will find out, but humans are completely powerless when they spend more than five days on water with no cakera or mouth of solids. In the morning, being unable to rise from the futon is such a shock that people who live their normal lives can't taste it inside. The collector narrowed his eyes.

"Don't worry about money or anything after tomorrow. I'll take care of it. So feed the kids hungry."

"... no"

Pordina laughed softly as the poor flowers blossomed, slipping away and leaving the room. I guess I'll make extra minutes in the kitchen yard. Silently align your gaze with Hannah. She left the room laughing, hearing the whole room nearby. Hannah is young, but the attention to the details is out of the group. That would be the difference in career that has served the aristocracy as a samurai from an early age. On the other hand, Victoire, a man on the side of the service, looked blue as he was swayed by the young girls who dined in the flock.

"Wait a minute, you guys. First, it's wrong from the basics. The first thing I said when I treated him fairly was, I told him so - ah!? Here! I told you not to put your finger in the plate. Since earlier, how many times. Here, here, isn't that dog eating, Lily? You're a lady, assuming. If a lady makes a noise for dinner and drinks soup, she'll be despised by the lords once and for all! Ah, you have to play with bread!

Moving his gaze to a rushed voice, Rudge, the lord of the guiding voice, was struggling with her young girl opponent.

Rudge tries to line up the three little elves to take over as only one person, but that is an error. They are close to small animals. It would be a little too soon for Spoon to preach the lady's way to a kid who can't handle Locke either. The more Rudge panics, the funnier it is, the kids keep eating with a cackle of extra fun voices.

"Ah, Rudge's glasses dived into the soup..."

The collector shifts his point of view further as he joins his hands in the rudge in his heart, tickling the flank of a twitching little elf. Unfortunately, this man, he was beginning to get tired of feeding his children. Lucille, who's finished her soup, puts some bread in her mouth for her younger child.

"Okay, Lucille is a woman who can. Yeah, that's right. A woman with strong maternal instincts has a high point."

"Yeah, we are. Food chews and swallows."

Artemisia was the next thing the collector looked at. Taking off her armor helmet, she was taking care of the little elf while wearing a loose white robe. The number of young girls flocking to Artemisia is five. Most popular.

"Big tits? You got big tits after all?

The little elves don't try to get away with hitting Artemisia's body, clinging to her, or pulling her hair. Kids like to talk. Artemisia's eyes, carrying the soup to her mouth with the toddler girl on her lap, were drenched more than usual. The children were sensitive to adult minds only because they were abused on slave ranches. Humans are creatures that read emotions into each other. Apparently Artemisia is an extreme child lover. If we have good feelings for each other, it is quick and normal to get along.

"Well, it doesn't necessarily mean I like kids because I'm a woman."

The collector stroked the heads of the little elves as they put their jaws on his knees.

(In the meantime, let's not have the one that's going to neglect. Here)

We were to catch a glimpse of one end of the daughters-in-law's parenthood, for a moment, ending without any problems whatsoever, breathing relief.

According to Lynette's words, until the collectors returned to the princess's mansion, they wondered whether it would be okay to use their personal room without permission, and the little elves slept together with a blanket in the corner of the great hall to solidify. It's not a refugee camp, and we can't live that way for as long as we want to, no matter how much. In the meantime, we plan to build more buildings for the children, but by then, at bedtime, each of them was transported with three small elves. Regardless, there is no problem with the beds set up in the rooms of the respective women, as they are quite large, assuming that the collectors take acrobatic positions.

"And then you. Unfortunately, those children, I assure you. So be prepared around there."

Regardless, it is Onesho. A third of them are of unspeakable age.

Just being cute, not being able to live is the hard part of parenting.

Each of them took the children's hand and went back to his room.

For the time being, the couple's life was a deposit. As a collector, I was a little sad.

It was Lucille, Lilith and Marisella who were to be looked after by the collectors. From below, three, four, five, and age line up. Lynette turned her attention and chose the quiet and untouchable child possible.

Probably not one.

"Wow, wow!? What the fuck? Nothing, you didn't say anything! What, I'm not Mend's bitch? So you're not saying anything about Lucille. Huh? Did you feel an evil ripple? And you know what!

I read the hearts of the collectors sensitively. Lucille slaps the pillows in his hands with a fuzz.

"Wow."

"I'll do Mari too."

If this happens, he is a toddler. If something interesting begins, it is the toddler's toddler who cannot keep quiet. Lilith and Marisella joined together and joined each other in the battle for a pillow slap. For a while, it goes on and on and on.

"Yes, yes, yes. Stop. Play, that's it. If you don't get some sleep soon, you're gonna have a scary obsession.... Seriously. Is the bathroom okay before you go to bed? If anyone wants to go, don't be shy of everyone's favorite brother Klund!

Nevertheless, it is this collector, Norinoli.

"Wow, I don't like Crand, but I'm going to the bathroom."

"Mari too, Mari."

"Ha ha! Lilith is honest. But men sometimes hold grudges against honest women, so they don't talk about rare things. Let's think about it and talk about it. Your brother gave me some advice. Huh? Don't react to the kid thing?... I'm sorry, Mr. Lucille. Kland-kun's mind is so delicate."

"Ah..."

"What the hell?"

Suddenly, Marisella, who was shaking on the bed, began to let her gaze wander all over as she loosened her three braided silver hair. My cutting-eyed eyes thrive as I look at them in tears. Lucille expressed her surprise by turning her mouth into an alphabetical eau.

"Mari, it could be soon"

"All troops out!!

Under the first decree, the Collectors resolutely launched an assault for the impurities. When I kick the door open, I run out towards the closest toilet. Lucille and Lilith follow suit.

"Please, make it!

"Mari, good luck"

"No, don't be nervous. Yeah, but it's not good for you to put up with it. I already got there while I was there! Sora, cross aww!!

The treasurer let Lucille strip off his chin while keeping Marisella's M-shaped leg open.

"Ugh."

Marisella often has a trance look on her face. The water pounded the potty. With the backs of the collectors who make him do the shih-shih, Lucille and Lilith are making a high touch as they jump.

"What are you fussing about, at this late hour?"

"To?"

The collector plays marysella and looks back with it styled.

There was a figure of Sizka holding a small elf with her eyes closed and her sleep breathed.

"Huh? Hey, I was making it small, sassa, let it go!!

"Ooh, ooh."

You remembered your former shame, her snowy white face stained Zhu in an instant.

To the earlobes, it is bright red. I saw a bump on my forehead to the point of sweat.

"Ah, haha! It's night time. You're sleepy."

"Hey, Sizka. You're going to have an error in your face."

"Oh well. I think it's normal for me. Ugh, yeah, it's extremely normal. Peaceful Extremely."

"Where is it?"

The collector slowly walks toward Sizka when he puts Marisera directly next to him.

She continued to distract herself as she jumped backwards a bit.

"Ya, it's just, you're in trouble! Taking care of your child. Wow, I have to put this kid to bed, so long! See you tomorrow! Good night!!

"Oh, hey -!"

Sizka panicked and ran down the hallway, stomping on her slippers and flipping them backwards. Geez, I hear a tall scream. The collector managed to catch the sleeping toddler released with Supo as he dived.

"Mmm, what was that? Earlier was... Hmm? Women have a lot. So it's not a good idea to pry persistently. Even if that's a couple? Oh, well, thanks for the advice, Lucille. But stop blowing over my belly, will you? Ah. Ho!? Don't slap me for joking, too. Well, it's late, so don't play and go to bed. I'll turn the lights off, ladies."

"Yes!"

"Yes, yes, yes!

"Hmm, good to hear back"

As the collector pulled three lady candidates into the blanket, he stretched his arm and turned off the lantern on his pillow. In the flank areas and all over the blanket, the little creatures are moving their bodies in the first place. Apparently, each one of them is in a position where they can easily sleep. Every time their bodies catch on, a milky sweet smell drifts through their nostrils. It was not an unpleasant thing, but rather a reminder to the treasurer of what was once, like the remnants of a middling at the bottom of the memory.

"Hey, Klando."

"What the heck. Can't you sleep?"

Marisella makes a sweet voice. I felt a definite anxiety in it and slapped him on the little back so that I could fool him.

"Tomorrow, where will we go?

In the dark, I saw blue eyes loose.

At this age, how much despair have you seen?

It has been sold by its parents, clustered in one place like livestock, and treated like a thing.

What they need is neither gorgeous clothing nor the delicacies of a mountain sea that fills them with hunger.

It's just love.

"You're not going anywhere anymore. Always with us."

The collector wasn't going to cut his eyeballs off when he hugged the kids together.