Dungeon+Harem+Master

Torn by a blow of half a boot, Marc instantly saw the appearance of a sun wheel behind his eye lid as he fell off the hammock.

"Hey, Marc boy. Wake up! Today, Temehe and I will be in this squad! What to do with the squad captain sleeping!!

"Lewis, you...... If I couldn't wake up, I'd ask for it, but I don't know how much."

Marc looked up at Ensign Lewis, a contemporaneous man looking down at himself, holding his head still against the floor.

Lewis' face, illuminated by the moonlight that plunges through the window, is blue and white, with a moldy beard floating sparsely. It's common to be frustrated. The lack of sleep is mutual. I don't even feel like disputing it, scratching my gray hair. I don't care what you think, I don't sleep enough, but it would be suicidal to want to sleep well on the battlefield.

The hammock is ringing over my head. Sorry, but it leaks naturally and yawns. I saw Lewis pounding his tongue violently with the look of a ghost whisper.

"I don't like bumps. So go away. Hey, you're asleep, motherfucker."

Marc left the barracks biting down his yawn as he asked his men to help him with his uniform. In the light of the burning fire, the face of the already crowded platoon awaits instructions in upright immobility.

When his deputy, Halsey, finished the call-up without delay, he left the barracks gate as the sound of his military boots trampled the earth.

As Marc was holding his mouth with a blurred and unhectic face, the soldiers lined up beside him to comfort him whether he had cared or not.

"Platoon leader, you don't care. Ensign Lewis is just caught in the tail by the beating loss the other day."

"I thought so. Totally, with the gudgy that it's over with the guy's"

Sgt. Marc Langley, head of the 34th Regiment of Infantry of the Third Division of the Etrian Republican Army, was still doing his military work today, fed up with the extended longitudinal confrontation.

Is the time approximately past 9: 00 pm?

Outside the barracks.

The surrounding platforms circled the defensive fence were precisely such as feasts.

The army is full of merchandise and whores, and this battle of over a hundred days showed a little prosperity at the foot of Mount Wilhelm, an area on the border.

It is, of course, a temporary boom. If the army disappears after all, the area turns into nothing but a commonplace of seclusion, as it was before, but until then it was also a great place to make money if you were merchants. Of the merchandisers, the main customers are not regular soldiers who cannot be tied to the military and distracted. It is a flowing mercenary served by the republican army.

That number is more than three thousand.

They were taking part in this siege operation while receiving wages from the military on a daily basis.

The basics are to distribute the money according to the handle after the amount of money is over, but the revolutionary government, which received the enormous treasures of the old dynasty for how much it was ten years ago, was comparatively well endowed with funds.

"Nevertheless, how much money does it cost"

In the first place, Etria was a country that had eaten in shipments of agricultural produce, with a relatively inferior strength of soldiers than other countries. Population numbers are also about the second from the bottom among the kingdoms and there is no denying a sense of chronic understaffing. The money in the hands of the mercenaries, though insignificant, was consumed every day in this impromptu building-place, and quite frankly this place was circulating with moisture. Soldiers are forbidden to go out during the basic night, but the only exception was this nighttime.

"Well, scatter appropriately and start patrolling. You guys, I'm gonna stretch my wings too far, and I'm gonna do it right without losing my hands in the military."

When the soldiers heard Marc's voice, they cheered and scattered in three ways. The stuck bow is also useless as it is. It was also necessary to loosen the strings moderately, and the upper layers, as an implicit understanding, acquiesced in the events every night. On Marc's side, Deputy Medaldo and several escorts remained. Marc moderately, looking around the stadium, also opened the medal and the escort in the right place. They also needed bone extraction.

"Ensign, you don't have to do this without yourself."

"It's a good idea. What the hell do you think I am?"

"Huh? Of course I thought you were a handy boy or a boss."

"Hey......"

It was only natural for Marc to have a medal. His back length was less than one hundred and sixty, and he was so child-faced that he was not expected to be twenty-five this year. He bites his yawn off again as he looks at his scattered men.

"Hey, soldier. Shall we play?

"No, I..."

Marc black-and-white his eyes at the gentle chest feel of an arm-dragging whore. The smell of fat powder was almost thick. It is thick enough to be seen at night. Age, seventeen or eight, if you remove your makeup, you'll probably be a plain looking pussy. Herds of hookers are pushing in here from all over the surrounding area. It was felt on the edge of a strong tongue. It's not that I don't like women. Even though, it's less moisturizing. Not all female soldiers, but if you get your hands on them, the rest is horrible. Hopefully, it is common sense in the squad that a wife should be outside the military.

"Soldier, it's cute, for a moment, a thousand is fine."

"Thousand P (pounds)? That's amazing!!

In poor Etoria, the market for cheap whores is one hundred P (pounds). That, too, is the price of the night. At only a few turns, a thousand was almost an extrajudicial price.

Marc, also surprised by the high price, did not feel comfortable sleeping with an extremely unhygienic whore for a short time in a narrow tent of cheap lumps. When politely said no, the whore raised a nasty cut of gold just to shame her.

"What! Little, incompetent bastard!! Republican soldiers are a pain in the ass. Mercenaries are better!!

"Uh, yes, yes."

Marc blocked the unbearable cursing of a whore who could be thrown from behind, holding both ears.

"Everybody, what's so fun about sleeping with a woman like that?... Yeah, it's nothing I can't do or hate women. I'm just saying I don't like doing seca."

From the stalls of the stadium, mercenaries dressed in cluttered armor stand like songs from their homeland in a language they have never heard while wearing poor quality liquor. The smell of meat, spices and garlic burning drifted through his nostrils and his belly worm screamed. To get up and out, I usually pack something in, but I haven't even spoken of water today because of my sleeper. At any rate, even on patrols, the enemy shadow is far up the mountain. The tortoise with its hands and feet devours inebriation, but it is not even picky.

"Oh, I won't do it"

Marc cheered across a narrow alley as he did his hand on a leather bag on his hips to stop the stall jerk and ask for a skewer of meat.

Anyway, it would be a fight between drunken mercenaries, and as I'm takin 'a tack, my excited voice jumps into my ear on the wind.

"Hey, what's up!

"It's a fight, a fight. It's pulling itself out, too!

"It's not uncommon for mercenaries to hate each other."

"No, the other guy is a young woman's elf. The big one is Nathaniel, the rough one."

"Damn, don't look at the blood"

"Instead of looking at the blood, it's about Nathaniel. You just broke two or three of your legs, and you're selling a woman off to a whore, right?

"Even so, that's a great Beppin. You got one of those spills too!!

"Seriously, if you could worship one of my milk, it would be the dimensions of tonight's occassion!

"You don't even have the money to buy a whore?

"Tataru, tataru! Come on, pack it, pack it, pack it!

Marc gave up skewering with a sigh and walked into the commotion.

It is nominally a patrol of the stadium. This is also grand, and it is not possible to relinquish your duties as platoon leader if order has been destroyed in front of you.

"Yes, yes, yes, please step aside a little. The republican army is coming through."

Pushing the shoulders of the obnoxious men, he breaks the hedge and proceeds. Marc's arm strength is trained like a ghost in his daily practice, and although small, he doesn't take a pull on mercenaries around it. Pushing and pushing forward.

"So don't you say it's bad for you to be soft, too? I was wondering if you wouldn't mind."

"Uuch eh!! You're fucking with me. Yeah!! Whatever happens, I need you to stick with me tonight. Oh, me and my proud musco can't stop!!

"In the first place, I took it personally to mistake Weird for a whore."

"Ruzu eh!! You're so tall!! I don't want to blame you. Ugh!

"Um, are you listening? Talk about fright?

Even as we do this, the argument heats up. No, if you listen carefully, it was just about a guy named Nathaniel unilaterally following a good lead.

As the little marc struggled to get into the middle of the rubbing, a giant mercenary was blinding one woman elf in front of her. The man's body is thick as a wall. Elf's face did not look well blocked by the meat wall in this position.

This is work, too, isn't it?

Sigh loudly. Then, strike the palm and draw attention.

"Come on, come on, you guys. Let's not fight, the republican army is here."

"Oh n? Ugh, you little shit! If you don't want to be crushed with a twist, shut up and soak up!

"Physical characteristics of a person."

For the first time a woman's face got into her eyes as Marc stuck out her lips and stuck out her face to argue.

I breathed in the beauty of the woman elf.

White skin like snow.

Large, deep blue eyes were as clear as a clear lake surface.

Glossy golden hair is wrapped together in a cygnon as it wraps around the back.

Long ears representing the Elves were pinned to the left and right. Great ear shape too.

Then, the more blinding you seem, the bigger breasts you stick out.

A neat hips crease that even makes it.

Whatever it is, it will be impossible to mistakenly see her as a whore. To be made fun of by a despicable mercenary, agitation and fright were not felt fine dust, but a virtuous appearance of elegance and goodness of growth. Marc experienced a feeling of intoxication that seemed to clog his chest just looking at her.

Angel.

She is an angel who has descended upon this earth.

"And why don't we stop anyway? It is strictly forbidden to rub here."

"Ahhh!! Zzzzzzz!!

A man is barking at something.

Yeah, shit. The wall bastard is in the way, and I can't see my elf.

"You're ignoring me. Eh!! You son of a bitch. Oh!!

Oh, my cousin Elf's face stings with sadness.

The hell is this chest rattling. Yes, this is that legend...

Marc snapped Nathaniel's sword, which he had slashed, half-hearted and wiped, and took his wrist.

Use centrifugal force to hit the throw. Nearly two metres of wall man, blowing up like a rubber parlor, burst out of his head and destroyed the stall of a grocery store that was in a messy line to the side. The screams of the whores and the anger of the spectators roll around the area. Mixed with the sounds of boards, dishes, and things breaking, the sound of the dog sounded.

Oh, my cousin Elf. Don't look so hard on me.

Marc realised that he was aggressively pushing toward Zunzun and the female elf, rounding up the day-to-day daytime lights.

I held the hand of the female elf with amazing aggressiveness and speed myself.

Oh, what a cute flowery scent. Touchy skin touch. Amazingly long and beautiful eyelashes. That face without a spot of stain looks like fresh snow that has just fallen.

- Whoa, whoa. I grabbed your hand when I lost it. Whoa. Do it, slip it! It's on. I'm on it!!

and so on, and Marc carelessly swept his nostrils.

Were you hurt?

"Hmm? Oh, oh. I don't have a problem with the frizz."

The female elf let go, to such an extent that she did not lose courtesy. You're probably used to this sort of thing. Marc manages to be as resolute as possible when he releases his fingers to remnants.

"Right. That's good. I'm Marc Langley, head of the 34th Regiment of the Republican Infantry."

"Right. The womb is Dorothea. Hey, behind that - ugh!!

"Hmm, haha. Mr. Dorothea! That's a good name. Mr. Dorothea, is there more tourism or something here than that? - Nah!

Marc didn't even look back and rolled out behind him as he pulled out his military knife with his left hand.

"Hey bu!

With strange groans, there is the sound of giants collapsing. Marc pushed a deep military knife into Nathaniel's belly as he ran from behind. The slightly upside-down white blade cracked Nathaniel's spleen straight between the leather breasts. Marc, while slightly twenty-five, was proud of his sword arm enough to win twice in the last three years at a swordsmanship tournament hosted by the army.

Most importantly, due to his humble origins and poor working attitude, the promotion, which raised his military merit many times, was still an eye-catcher, was dropped off.

As Marc glanced behind his back, Nathaniel was exhaling roughly as he lay low on the ground. A bloody diarrhea leaks from the gap between the dirty, messy pile teeth. Nathaniel's face. Dead ministers were already floating around.

"Yes, no. Eh. Come on. Oh, help me, help me. Yeah."

"What outrage to assault a beautiful lady. In heaven's stead, this marc adds heaven. Yes."

Marc quickly waved the military knife in his hand twice. Nathaniel's face, which was almost a bug breath, was cut clean like a cut cake. Nathaniel extinguishes as she screams. They move their limbs hard like insecticided flies, but eventually they stopped moving. It was a completely pointless death.

"Lord, you're not the middle arm. I'm surprised."

"Huh? Haha. Well, Boca, I train with national money every day, so hey. It's no big deal, it's a big deal. More than that, Mr. Dorothea. It's dangerous here, so even tea somewhere we can be quiet together."

"No, thank you very much for your help, but we're in a bit of a hurry. Good luck with your work, soldier."

"Ah! Hey, wait. Yeah!! At least tell me where you live. Yes!!

Dorothea quickly rushed off the scene as she raised her right hand. Thinking normally, I guess I ran away avoiding the goth that was going to happen, but I realized on my own that I was shy of Marc's brain and walked away from the spot. It is a convenient conversion capability.

"Huh. I'm sure we'll be around again. Heh, I feel that way. Chi."

Marc kicked Nathaniel's face, who stopped moving, with his toes in an eight-hitting mood. The peeling eyeball comes off with a spawn and rolls around. A wild dog, whose body had been invaded by a strange skin disease, ran away gladly when he could crush it.

Open it and the next day. Marc, who devours longer hypnotic sleep after a night shift, was knocked up at the height of the day.

It is the immediate summons of the Commander of the Logion Squadron. I didn't like it or respond.

Marc was in the midst of, and even uncomfortable with, making last night's beautiful elves appear unauthorized in his dreams, not to mention obscene and polite service. Besides, the half erection condition doesn't subside. A face-to-face female soldier named Pollina, who picked me up, said, "So I honestly wish I had pulled it out yesterday. The platoon chief is a fag," he said disrespectfully.

Naturally ignored.

Entering the squadron captain's room, he turns to Logion. It's not even fucking funny, it's a square slag. Did you feel uncomfortable, the squadron leader's expression distorted?

Oh, no problem.

Anyway, I want to cut to the chase and see my cousin Dorothea again.

"Marc Platoon Leader. I give you a top-secret order. Starting today, lead a special platoon to the current enemy fortress Mount Wilhelm and enter the ruins of the incident. Investigate the road to the summit."

"Ah, yes.... whoa whoa whoa!?

"Shut up, you idiot!"

"No, no, no, no, but that's it, right? That means you're gonna die, right?

"I'm not saying die. Until I gave you an investigation mission."

"Why are you yourself?!? Is the ruin a frown saliva ruin that there was that wingman legend? More than that? I'm a free infantry! That's how they specialize, isn't it? You see, that powerful and unrivalled Lion Clan (Lios) and Tiger Royalty (Tiger) dominated Subhuman-centric LTTE!

"They're all gone."

"Hey whoa whoa!!

"On top of that, it's not 30% loss of definition, it's all dead without a threshold"

"It's still bad. Oh!!

Marc knocks on the desk and screams.

Logion put the paperboard up in front of his face to prevent a snub storm.

"This is an order as an army. And don't be so pessimistic. I will organize a selection of brave men from a thousand to one percentage to follow them. I'll also put Pollina on my deputy."

"Yeah eh!! Hey, wait a minute. Squadron Leader, I'm not listening. Because I didn't hear it. Ah!

Pollina, who thought it was for each person, protests in a kinky voice, holding her flank.

"... haha, ha"

"What is it, that sigh!? Don't even give up the platoon captain. Hey, whoa."

"What, Marc, are you not sure? I hear your sword arm is a finger fold among the republican army."

"Ha. Well, I can't say no when they say so."

"Hand over the special prize as a bonus. Besides, I'm not asking you to hit the king's army directly from the front. This survey is dominated by an investigation into the possible wingman ruins that could turn behind the fort."

"Yeah, I guess that's too much."

At the end of a long investigation, the Republican Army found that somewhere in the ancient ruins at the mountain hem of Wilhelm there was a way to the world tree, which was a less credible legend. If a secret route is found leading to the summit from its ruins, said to be a thin place in a sense, it can turn behind the enemy and add a counterattack without dropping a robust formation directly in front of it. In other words, the fortress has been attacked as well.

In fact, however, neither the King's nor the Republican Army executes it for the reason that its ancient ruins, once supposedly inhabited by the Wingman, are bounced by numerous powerful monsters who, at times, inhabit it.

In particular, the legend alleges that deep in its ruins there was a blue dragon supposedly sealed by a winged hero in ancient times, and no one purposefully wanted to touch contraindications.

"Besides, ordering this assignment has something to do with your previous position. You bet, exadventurer."

"What!? Captain, were you an adventurer before you joined the army?

"That was youthful. And I had trouble eating it."

Marc was an adventurer who had been a member of the Ethiopian Adventurers' Union (Guild) for about four years before he took office.

"Our army is close to none of the officers trained in interpersonal combat, but mostly experienced in fighting monsters. Accordingly, the mandate was chosen mainly for persons originating from the peripheral regions. Your investigation will only focus on the military's path. [M] Don't fight even if you have enemies. Rather, run. Run away and survive. And take the information back, even if you die. I believe that will lead to our army's victory."

"Take it back even if you die, in contradiction"

"Anyway, I don't have time to argue any more. As soon as you're ready, have them leave at a moment when today's date changes. With a special companion. Until then, rest your body well."

"Hmm, if you're going to give an impossible order, Squadron Leader. Let me tell you something, is this a matter that has been decided on above?

"What?

"I'm listening. You think there are some very troublesome customers coming from the Romles? Their purpose is to make medicine from the branches of the world tree, and they can't allow mountaineering in the first place. It's under the control of the rebel armed forces, the King's Army. Even if I deliberately divide the branches of the world tree from the customers who have even bothered to escort General Alexei, they are at last depleted of military supplies. or, if you return them to the Romless with your bare hands, you will be questioned about the ability of the republican government to govern. Not to mention the Etruttle clan that is now on Mountain Castle, if they correct the former, a descendant divided from the Romeless royal family. If the armies of the nearest Uncle Andrew realm attacked us in recognition of helping this, this country would no longer be able to support us. The army withdrew half a million barbarians, and their intentions were enough to poke heaven. So, what do you think if we sneak our guests along with us and pretend to be accidents, we'll also solve the seeds of our troubles in one piece? Commissioner Clementina, who came to inspect us, was admitted into the mountains in a gap that kept his eyes open. Different?

"Wasn't it just a daylight? I didn't know you were gathering that much information."

"Because information is the last line of life."

"I wear it and think too much. There can be no such thing as an operation based on failure. You're estimating yourself too low, Marc. I buy your abilities more than anyone else. What, that face? The world calls me a hungry ghost driven by greed, but I don't care about that. My main eye only wins this war. At the same time, we seek to emerge and flourish. How can a man wear a medal with his chest up when he is not confident in the footsteps he has taken?"

"Oh, if that's a decision, I'll do it. I'll do it."

Marc, sighing deeply, turned his heavy foot towards the barracks accepting his destiny.

Next on Lucky Day, it's still a bad day.

Fortune and bad luck, all in all. It's always turning around.

At the designated time, Marc continued to wait for the rendezvous from the Romles, not even with a blowing thunderstorm, in the corner of the front garrison away from the barracks. A special barbecue burned in the cold makes a noise and roars. Soon I could see clearly the bright red flames and the contours of the humans approaching me, illuminated by the light of the pale moonlight that plugged in. Whatever the cold Ethiopians may be, they will fall prey to the Romeless, who were born in a mild climate.

Marc saw his squad mates selected for special assignments. Everyone doesn't keep their mouths shut. Faces like I've seen somewhere, but they were all nervous about the military they were going to do uniformly and stifle their bodies. Pollina, appointed deputy secretary to this operation, was fiercely foolish in front of the burning fire, which is being maintained by magic. Hey, I feel sorry for you, but I can't help it.

"Pollina"

"What is it, Captain?"

"Give it up"

"... ghost"

"Hey, wicked wicked wicked. I fell asleep a little late."

Marc was called out by the man who was in the lead and made him pull a single cheek.

(More than I thought, younger)

The man, from what I can see, twenty there will be, was a man of quite good stature. Rarely, he has black eyes on top of dark hair. Carefully, he weaved his black coat and wore a warm hat made of rabbit skin on his head. Behind this, and in Etria, there was a rare maid of war wolves (Wearwolf).

"You know, you. Don't take her."

"Uh, no, 'cause I can't do that poor thing to leave Pordina behind."

The man puts his hand up on the maid's white cheek and is stroking. I could see that I was quite adored.

"This is not an amusement mountain. It's dangerous to be clear. Of course, the fights are conducted by Republican soldiers with observer treatment. If possible, I'd like you to be the only one with me."

"Well, well, well, well."

Speak up to the few behind whom the man would be one of us. Surprisingly, when they were all elves and women and saw one of them, Marc was literally about to stop his heart.

"How dare you, Dorothea!!

"Ooh, the Lord was the other day"

Dorothea opened her mouth to her surprise and let her blue eyes twinkle for a while.

How cute is that?

As Marc strikes and trembles with emotion, a big man faces Dorothea at ease.

In an instant, my brain almost boiled.

- I'm close, you cunt!! I'm so familiar with my Dorothea!!

Marc's anger swelled inward and burst.

"What the hell, Dorothea? You know him or something?

"Oh, when Crand asked me to go out and buy some booze yesterday. This soldier took care of me. Look, I need to thank you."

"Whoa, was that, uh, Mr. Taguchi? They said our Dorothea was taken care of, and none of that verse"

"Yeah, no, no, Mr. Taguchi? Who? Uh, a Romless guest, I'm Ensign Marc Langley, who heads this infiltration operation. Are you sure you're in charge of this party?

"Oh, I'm a Shimen collector. It's a customer who took a trip from the Romles on purpose. You can treat me better."

"Ha, ha"

The man turned around, niggling. As for grandeur, it seems to be reminiscent of a kid general somewhere. Perhaps this man is not a living ruling class. I was poisoned by a childish play that didn't leave the mess zone.

"Come on, don't bother the soldier with something stupid. I'm sorry. Did you say Marc or something? I apologize first because my abalone, I think, will definitely cause trouble. I want you to forgive me."

"No. No, I don't care about this at all. Haha. Because I am proud of myself with a man of great measure."

"That's the only thing that peels off the plating right away."

"Liza ah. Oh, Sman's, Sman's."

"Aha, haha"

The young dark elf, who was called Liza, was also a beauty inside. Big almond-shaped eyes are moving crisply. He mocked his whole body with fur and looked like he was having difficulty moving. Behind it, sleek, cold feeling elves and this again well-grown silver-haired elves are sending away only their gaze. Obviously it was a vigilant category.

"Hey, brother, it's time to go! I'm tired of it, here."

A man taps his shoulder familiarly. Marc was feeling things go crazy somewhere.

"Ha, ha. Now, follow me. Our detachment will precede us, so we will eliminate the danger as much as possible, but please let us know as soon as you feel in danger."

"Huh? Is it dangerous? Oh, my God."

"Don't worry, I'm here."

"Whoa, is that right? Polwayne is so cute, so cute."

"Hmm!?

In front of Marc's eyes, the man suddenly hugs the maid and squeezes her cheeks. The war-wolf girl was unusually beautiful. When I saw the chiralli glowing collar, I knew immediately that she was a slave. This man brings in his beloved concubine on a daily basis.

Probably a relationship between a man and a woman. Marc can't help feeling bitter. Etria denies slavery in terms of national policy. The slave culture of noble supremacy is unacceptable as a creed.

Most of all, the strength of the Werewolves does not extend to humans. In that sense, Marc was convinced for now that there would also be implications for the escort.

(Even so, bastards like this don't have to worry about flirting. I'd be happy to just look at my cousin Dorothea - yes!?

Ahead Marc turned his gaze. Dorothea's expression is slowly shaped by her mouth. It was obviously how jealous he was of the two acts in front of him. As she walked over, she ripped the two bodies apart and wrapped her arms around the man's hips.

"Nah, weak clans are bound to be protected by this straw. Relief."

"Oh ho ho ho"

"Haha, Klund is laughing in his weird voice again"

(He said he was hanging out with my Dorothea. This man, during this operation, I will absolutely smuggle you!! Yeah, yeah. Make Mr. Dorothea mine, do. I'll do it)

"Oh, warm, warm. Captain, it's all leaking."

Marc lets his whole body burn in the flames of jealousy, glaring at him. Right around the corner, Pollina was making a small fool of herself with all her might as she put her hands on Marc's back.