Dungeon+Harem+Master

In front of the majestic royal palace, the final showdown finally began.

"All units, continue after Alexei. This is where we die."

Clementina, seventeen, shook her long hair protruding from her military hat and waved down her command knife, withering her voice and twitching, urging her own army infantry to penetrate.

Originally, everyone is exhausted by the fierce battle that has lasted so far. He whips it into a blue, tired body and slashes it into a royal palace that has become no longer a symbol of corruption and corruption.

A lot of people decided to get here. The Revolutionary Army, which broke through many legions to break through the fence of the king's capital and defeated the army of the most powerful, said to be the Kingsguard, had its last job remaining.

Namely, it is the neck of the Etrian twenty-second king, Grape Etrial.

It is only by naming the ranks of the former rulers and exposing their signs to the people that they can truly be informed of the fruits of the revolution.

Clementina has dedicated her youth to the revolution. Three years had passed since my childhood friend Alexei helped me where I would be sold to a whore to reduce my mouth.

(In the wake of this revolution, I'm sure I'll tell you. to Alexei. My feelings.)

It was a revolution itself for Clementina to defeat dozens of times more sophisticated and less equipped enemy soldiers, arguing for slave traders, defeating the King's army of chasers, gathering militias with the consent of the citizens, and following many extravaganza. She was the one who threw herself into the battle so that Alexei could drag her, but only when she appeared at the head of the army as the leader, releasing a charisma she hadn't even noticed herself.

How long have the battered folk of Etria called the two like this?

Alexei the Brave, Clementina the Fighting God, and.

With Alexei's superb personality and Clementina's invincible legions, any large army can defeat it like a piece of paper.

Now, the two of them have survived the predicament of being said to lose absolutely many times.

Alexei is strong. The flames that burned in him were special, as were the extraordinary sword moves.

Hating injustice, weeping in man's pain, and hitting his wrath irrationally, the sun was hot as a summer sky, and sparks scattered into the bosoms of the people who followed him. Just like the abundant flames in Alexei burned away, everyone burned up just by their side. The flames that rolled around burned into dead grass, and the flame of courage that slept among the people, eventually became a sea of flames that burned down the plains all over the country. They are now gathered together in one place, trying to come to fruition.

Then it was her who had to be uptight as a partner. He survived the accumulated pile of corpses and ran without a dead odor.

Spear squads run in rows over the white polished marble floor. The palace's luxurious dishes are filled with pieces of mutilated flesh and tides of blood, with roaring and screaming flying around. Listening to the heavy bass trampling the military shoes, Clementina moves steadily to the back. He unleashed the magic of the wind attribute toward a mass of Kingsguard knights coming across the street, staring facelessly at the fleeing female officer as she clung to the pillars. The blade of the wind chops its flesh with each armor of the enemy soldiers, and the impending tip cuts a thousand pieces like paper and blows gently away. Army shoes filled with mud, dust and plasma beat white, clean floor stones sharply and ravaged scorched brown. I guess the enemy also decides to be the last. The resistance was intense. Find a giant shield and avoid flying murder weapon. Find the enemy's thin spot and apply a corrugated attack. Like a game on a determined board of battles, there was no way I could have stuffed it wrong. Enemy shadows lack thickness and tear thin silk, so that a thousand cuts are as easy as wings of a butterfly. The King's army had already fallen prey to an impossibility of organizational resistance. Try to rub and crush the miscellaneous fish, and a revolutionary army soldier slaughters one by a few. It was even hilarious that the spear was sticking out into the black armor, laying low with all its strength.

An arm with a command knife is heavy as lead. It's been over half a day since I last put in a small pause. Were you beginning to see the win in front of you, not knowing it, and losing your mind? Until then, unconscious fatigue began to erode the whole body at once. My shoulders are heavy. It seems to me that you can just throw away your chest, your sword hanging from your hips, your heavy pressure as a commander, and forget everything and dive into bed and die immediately. Like candy with a melted vision, it stretches out to the left and right, and a strange white tea membrane covers it all.

Just a little more.

Almost there, Clementina.

This is all we have to do.

Encouraging himself, he shook his tight throat and exasperated. Did you hear that, the brave men under the banner, whose movements were dull, echoed and roared. Revolutionary warriors united in bright red military uniforms swallow the black king army with fierce momentum like waves. So that the strong wind does not hesitate to wipe out the fine candles.

And a lot of them decided. It was a natural flow, such that the water was submerged from high to low.

"Clementina among themselves. General Alexei has killed the king. Our victory."

The soldier on the other hand spoke with an impressed voice.

My vision was white and distorted and violently brightened. A drunkenness resembling vomiting ran through my head.

"Now, my God."

"Revolutionary Army's, it's a victory!!

This was such a fierce roar that no one could miss hearing it.

At the same time, from everywhere, a whale wave full of cracks radiated, sounding like a thunderbolt to loosen the palace.

Clementina lowered her hips on the spot as she removed the command knife from her hand.

"I won. You won."

I don't feel real. That's it? It also seemed like a shameful doomsday. The back is soaking wet as if struck by rain. I realized for a while that the sound of vapor, which could be kept constant, was my breathing.

Is it finally over?

There was somehow a greater sense of loss than a welcome. It's white in my head. Looking over, the men around them were holding each other's shoulders like children and crying.

I can't help it. The revolution has finally begun.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, I felt like I had been left alone. The sarcasm crept up asexually and I wanted to see Alexei's face. It's about that man. Must be snuggling around like a child.

Clementina trembled her wet back to the deepest part of the royal palace. I saw the soldiers in front of a luxurious room, one hunk like an ant.

Why don't you go inside? I got a bad feeling about my chest. The shoulder of the man in front of him stands as if it were a clasp. The soldier's pale face turned back.

"Out of the way!"

I popped a soldier and jumped into the room.

What Clementina saw was the giant of a king without a neck and the figure of a brave man who was still on his way holding a bloody toddler with a crying face.

What Clementina, waking from her dream, saw was a killer landscaped khaki-colored tent.

It was ten years ago. I accidentally did my hand on my head. There is no hair that was stretched to the waist. It's the same reality as always. If you notice, a young health guard and an elderly man like a military doctor who had refrained from speaking up.

Apparently, I've been losing my mind for about a whole day. I have had plenty of long sleep because of my tiredness here, and I am doing rather well now.

"I heard you suddenly fell in the middle of a story. Just in case, I had to look into it a lot, but it just seemed to build up so much fatigue."

"Um. I'm sorry to bother you. He was carrying his fatigue before he knew it. Be careful from now on."

Clementina blinked heavily when she got up. The hygienist gives me a wet towel. Take it and wipe your forehead. The cold fabric sucked away the snug sweat and made me feel refreshed.

"If the commissioner falls now, the government will be in trouble. Say something about your body."

"By the way, I wonder what the hell I fell on my way down. Before and after memories are vague."

The military doctor deliberately coughed when he saw the health guard as chilling.

"You think I'm in the middle of talking to a Romless guest about everything"

"Romless......?

Clementina's clear brains dug up memories with tremendous speed. Her complexion turned blue and white as the dead, and then a fine bubbly sweat blew out. From his eyes, the light of reason disappears, and a vast infinite darkness spreads through the dark channel. Her whole body trembles as hard as it did on the violet, and her peeling arms are puffy and goosebumps spread like waves.

"Commissioner Clementina. After all, you're not feeling so good yet."

"Oh! No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm fine. I'm fine. Hmm. No, it's been a long time since I've remembered an old story and I just felt a little snug. By the way, if. Yes, it is! I don't care if you knew. Well, haven't you heard anything unusual around here lately? Oh, well. Don't you know? Right. Nothing's gonna happen."

"No, I haven't said anything yet."

"You think something's going on?"

The military doctor talked like he was confused when he saw the health guard's face.

"Speaking of which, he said that General Alexei returned home a few days ago"

"Ahhh! Ahhh. I can't hear you! I'm tired. I'm sorry, but could you leave me alone for a second! You're gonna let me! It's not good if you don't! There's no law against letting them! Just get out of here! Please!!

The military doctor jumped out of the infirmary trying to fall genuinely frightened by her frenzy of immense power. She was a valiant warrior, a commissioner in charge of government power, and a person who was said to be the lover of that Alexei. As for common sense in this country.

Clementina breathed heavily with her hands on her raging chest as she breathed with her shoulders.

"That's right. Let's start with authenticity. We need to be sure of the veracity of things. Let's start with that."

Alexei's responsibility for leaving the country rests with him. When he slaughtered the former king, he was badly wounded by the unaged prince who tried to cover it up. After the war, Clementina was able to live with Alexei as she wished, but it was a short honeymoon. I did everything I could think of as a woman, but Alexei's broken heart could not have been so easily healed. The more you exhaust, the darkness of the dark canal that is in him only spreads. The only way I took it as a last resort was to get Alexei out of this country. To tell you the truth, I wanted to accompany you. The future of the country, as well as the seats in the Central Committee, did not even care about the powers attached to it.

I'm just not convinced that one day when he heals everything and returns to this country, there will be no vacancy in the seat he deserves as a hero. The committee is full of evil people who are after everyone if there's a gap in trying to kick Alexei first in military service.

Alexei is a man enough to be worshipped by the people as the father of the nation.

Then it will be my duty to continue to protect that seat.

"So there must be no such thing as Alexei choosing someone else. If such a story isn't a crappy delusion, wouldn't everything I've done to this day be in vain"

Clementina knew how she was badly regarded in the world. I'm not the kind of beauty that catches Alexei very well, and for the record, I'm clumsy. As a woman, I had not reached the point of extension, no matter how high I quoted her, and I nevertheless intended to have accumulated merit as a politician to the extent that humans in this country would not be displeased.

If you cannot be satisfied as a woman, let us dedicate all of this country to Alexei.

It was her own sincerity, saying that time without seeing her nurtured love, but what Clementina had fostered during the years of Alexei's absence had swelled into a snoring form so unbroken that she no longer saw it. Clementina rang the bell on her pillow and called the soldiers outside. Regardless, it is to ascertain the truth to the guest from that Romless. Her white throat was nervous and she snorted fine.

It's not going to be a good night yet, and Amy called me, and Alexei returned to me.

When I told her to rest first, she began to take a nap as soon as she got into bed wondering if she had gotten tired of the journey at once.

"Nevertheless."

It is my first home in a long time. Inside the private room my parents left me intact, it remained that day I traveled as a teenager. I sit at the desk my father made me so that I could at least write letters.

"Ha. This is so narrow"

of just the right dimensions for a child to sit on. That was even cramped for Alexei's legs to grab. Handmade chairs are also for children, so when you put your buttocks away, the left and right elbow sprinkles hit your hips and hurt. I couldn't stop, I got up and moved again. Zippy view of the landscape at the window. Beyond the polished glass, the artificial lights that are lit on the mountain soak up.

Alexei remembered a blurry decade ago while sitting in a chair. Countless people were slaughtered in the revolution. There's nothing to regret about that. I meant to.

Now, it was nobody else who killed the former king of Etria.

At that time.

The eyes of a toddler who was turned to himself when he almost floated and slashed his neck like a beast to the previous king. I couldn't leave because I was stuck in the back of my brain. To that extent, I slightly reversed myself. Somewhere in his heart he was vehemently disgusted with the discomfort of being clouded with the beauty of victory and the delightful slaughter of an irresistible middle-aged man. I felt like I'd been spotted without leaving it and easily lost sight of me.

When I realized, I was waving my sword impotently against a toddler who was just beginning to walk. The boy was somehow aware of a grain of the former king. The blood of a corrupt and nasty dynasty cannot truly usher in a new era unless it is cleared of Guo Qing. Killing the man in front of you is right. It is also right to kill the child. Everything you do should be affirmed. There is absolute logic that revolution can only be cleansed by washing with the blood of the previous regime. And a knife, and a lid, and the toddler was faintly like a feather worm, whose wings had fallen to the ground.

I am a brave man in this country.

The last time I give you the general's head, it has to be you, not anyone else.

So the last thing that stands up is not to be such an unresponsive middle-aged man or just a frightened toddler. The ideals do not match the reality in front of us. Even if I know I'm wrong, my hand subtly drops every form in front of me into the retina.

The brave man must pick up the supreme victory after risking his life to fight a warrior of unbridled rigour.

Then what are you doing right now?

Isn't this appearance of a weak man with no fangs to fight the "evil" that he once hated the most?

It was the doomsday of a stage worthy of the created statue of a hero.

I can barely remember the rest of it.

Reminds me of a childhood friend who was gentle. I treated her body like a tool, drunk like a bath, and completely broke off from being around people.

I felt blamed every time the people of this country shouted my name, and I couldn't keep an eye on anyone. Each time, I treated her badly and unhindered, trying to support me. He rambled pointlessly, punched her irresistibly, and immediately regretted it. I can't wave my sword anymore. It stopped working completely as a warrior. The blade was horrible in the first place and I couldn't grip it.

Every time I saw the flag I raised because I wanted to help someone, I felt an abomination creeping up. I couldn't sleep properly at night. I let the room close day and night and I could only stay sane by holding a woman. If I wanted to be a hero, I could procure as many women as I wanted. Sometimes, in front of her, who lived with her, she tried to hold the woman she called in and immersed herself in the dark joy, and immediately regretted and apologized and cried.

I left her because I realized I was no longer useless. Alexei knows her worth. I can no longer use my sword to any avail. Still, I was horrified by her trust in believing that one day she would recover and devote herself to the journey. Before they capture affection in the true sense. He wanted to be affirmed and cut off as just a broken personality before he was known to be irreparable as a swordsman.

I wanted to at least shine in her memories.

The day before I crossed over to the Romles to abandon Etria and flee, I promised her I wouldn't even do it. If you ask me, she said she was born to one of the Commissioners who was not currently pushed nor pushed within the revolutionary government. No more remembering the man who split up in the past.

That was a little sad.

Hopefully, I wanted to attack the legendary dungeon with this legendary leg and decorate the grand triumph, but that would be too greedy. It doesn't mean decorating brocade to my hometown. For Alexei, he just hitched a ride to his acquaintance, Klund, to force him to return home. If it wasn't for a reason that it was for a friend, I'm sure I would have continued to tread on my two legs, pretending not to know it like that. In that regard, I am grateful. My parents told me there are Republican Army soldiers stationed on Mount Wilhelm. My name, which should have been obsolete, would still be divine if it were a little something. Though he abandoned his sword and ran away with his tail wrapped around him without fulfilling his responsibilities, he had the pride to have done so much credit.

Branches of the world tree.

It is an agent with extraordinary effects.

Once, during the Revolutionary War, I took care of myself a lot. It would be only a matter of time before dew and disappear, such as the defeat of the old royal family forming at the summit of the mountain. If they had their own letters, the Klanders would never have made a creation to get branches out of army food. Until then, I can wait for them to return in my short but nostalgic home, telling an old story with my wife Amy. No one will ever need his own strength. In the Romless Adventurer's Guild, he intends to become a man to the extent that he is called "Wuyingjie” even though he is disproportionate.

Alexei had originally stained his skeleton with his former experience that he was totally unsuitable for wars that hit a large number of soldiers and for small, difficult politics. Leaving Etria to reach a city called Silver Villago was also so fortunate that I could only think of it as a heavenly dispensation that pitied us.

Adventuring the dungeon is fun.

Dive with your people to the depths of a land you don't even know.

The monsters I had never seen, the flowers, the ore, and the emotion when I found every material, were a living thing that I could not find in a simple killing.

I met an unwilling companion I could count on. Sometimes, even if they slashed each other with other members of the clan to get the man's will through, they never always felt the shadow of a tight battlefield of darkness there. Not once or twice have some scoundrels learned enough anger to boil their heads down. Everything there is to make up for them is in that labyrinth.

So no one can stop being an adventurer.

Every human being in that city can live their dreams.

"The one from Klund, why don't you come back soon? I want you to drink sexually."

I didn't know, I was crushing that dumb man's name.

I guess this doesn't make sense anymore. Strange thoughts. Probably won't be able to reason. Alexei stretched out her arms wide and bit her big yawn to death, then she slipped into her wife's waiting bed and held her shoulder resting. Consciousness swallowed by darkness, wrapped in a fluffy sweet fragrance.