Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector and Marc decided to discuss it and give each other a sleepless turn.

The detachment decided to turn in three men, one for two hours at a time on the part of the collector. Republican Army soldiers were momentum that no one would quit all night because they could chat with beautiful girls surrounding the bonfire, but those hopes were dismissed to keep the squad healthy.

Karen and Loulou were removed from their sleeping slots due to the considerations of the collectors.

These two, thanks for their intense obsession with acting with humans, because they were not likely to get used to it in a short time. There is no point in giving birth to waste. The first hand of the sleepless number was the collector. The soldiers in the detachment looked openly disappointed, so they passed a silent line for two hours. It was an endless barren time for each other. Baton touch with Pordina and dive into the tent and I heard the men cheering from behind.

(You idiot. Pordina is also in the vault for two hours. Talk or talk, know the horror of ending up in jail......!

Inside the tent there is a lantern with a combination of light and faint heating effect making a jizzy noise. Karen, Loulou and Liza had a cute sleep in complete sleep. When I wrap it around the blanket, it smells like a woman's unique sweetness. Biting down the raw yawn as I rubbed between my eyebrows, he pulled the hem of his clothes a little bit. It is Dorothea.

"What, can't you sleep? Does it hurt in the stomach?

"Why, it does. And, okay?"

Dorothea rubbed, moving through the blanket and sticking perfectly to the right flank area.

"What, you want to be sweet, kitty?"

"Clearly, so to speak. How far are you going to go with them?

"How far? Well, that's the end of it."

"Last, last. Is that even the world tree?"

"That's right. I'm going to."

"Cland, your lord is much more satiated than he looks. So you must be familiar with the dangers of this party. A Republican soldier is far more than hostile to the king's army on the summit, even if he made it through the cave safely. There are only ten of us and a few of us who are known as escorts. It won't even be a shield. Instead, if the King's army finds us, we will be seen as your companions, and we will not be able to fire until we have arrows against thousands of soldiers."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to break up with me because I'm lost in the right place."

You mean we attack the dungeon alone?

"If it's just the strawberries, it's possible."

"... when did you decide to do that"

The collector rose up with a blanket wrapped around him. I found the area around my cheeks cracked. Eyed Karen rushes to hide her face in the blanket.

There's no way Dorothea can decide this on her own. It was natural to assume that there was an agreement somewhere, somewhere unknown to the collector. I can't help distracting my gaze from the Lord manlessly, and my fright runs into the eyes of Loulou, who is looked at directly.

I think it's a narrow look myself, but I feel like I've been set up on my own with the same policy, and nature and the back of my chest boil over.

At the same time, if you don't get angry with the crap, the calm other self takes care of the keeper. I took a big, deep breath and closed my eyes. Sometimes the heartbeat in my chest calmed me down. My throat is dry on the calamari. Drink up the saliva. I felt the tingling and stabbing pain.

Since when did you envision them as puppets who follow only their own opinions?

(Whatever Pordina is, Dorothea and the others aren't just unwilling women to obey my orders. Totally. How weak, I am)

Until now, the collector has been severely upset by even a few opinions, due to the fact that he has never been pinched by a single word in his course of action. Maybe I'm mentally tired. I never got bored, but nevertheless, these past few months have been so dense that I don't even have time to get tired of fighting.

(When did I start to think that everything would turn the world the way I wanted it to?)

I reflected strongly in my heart.

"Karen and Loulou agree. Liza... I don't know. Pordina said that Krander's opinion was his opinion."

"Right."

"Um, are you angry? Don't be mad at me. Strawberries think a lot. What is the best or the worst? If you're my wife, why not?

Dorothea has shown a definite fright and tangled her fingers in her arms to get in the mood. Come to think of it, I've never had one serious fight, as opposed to showing genuine anger towards them. Even trivial arguments, for the most part, would break the collector, so they would not spread on fire. This shouldn't be it. I don't think so.

(This, then, is not a normal male/female relationship. Me too, I got dyed in this world before I knew it...)

In this other world, there is something like a man or woman in deep company or an absolute partition between couples, and anyway, a woman does not speak to a man's course of action. Once married, the wife is absolutely obedient to her husband, leaving life and life to men. It sounds good when it comes to trusting, but it is a kind of thought-stopping state.

When it comes to trust, it sounds good, but if you return the back, it's nothing short of blind faith.

As an exception, Pordina is strong enough to fly out of the village against her hometown code, and Karen grew up a princess in the royal family. Although Loulou is now a loyal servant of the Collector, he was originally a long time Karen's maid of honor. I can't even imagine her going out of her way against Karen. Liza also had a strong will to be sure of herself, and was stubborn in nature. Be in the habit of setting up a man, this tent is a private space for the rest of us. They would also have one of their opinions, as is the case, if they had any idea.

(Does the advice defy the ear? Speaking of which, I never moved on and asked for their opinion......)

When the collector took the time to calm his mind, he slowly considered the opinions of the Dorotheas.

"You don't think the Marc Squad will help with the dungeon offense at all?

"To be honest. Except for Marc, who is that captain, it's no big deal. A good place to look at sword-only arms, but also third-rate. Not below Klund. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not going down there."

"Well, am I that weak?

"So, Aya the Word, too. The Marc Squad said they made it through the elite, but not the eyebrows. I also feel like that would bring in so much misfortune if it didn't work out well with me. I don't even like your eyes. I don't know what to say about a woman."

"It's useful at the moment, isn't it? He's actively working on getting rid of his enemies. Besides, ask him what's going on out there. Sounds fun, talking to Pordina."

"Still something bothers me. Besides, there is another advantage that we should move alone. Karen."

"What? What happened to Karen?"

"Step Elf's clan continued to make fine deals with the royalty before it was destroyed in the revolution ten years ago. I am confident that if we are caught, we will be protected by the King's Army."

"With all due respect, I will pinch the exit. The Rocco Rocco supply the former royal family of Etria, although still marginally. It's an inert thing, but it's a kind of military alliance. That was also why we couldn't speak loudly at the Republican Army position."

"Was I the only one who didn't?"

"I'm sorry. I thought it could be any from the bottom of my mind, like about Ningen's and the defeated royalty, so seriously, Kohon. I really missed it."

"Oh, I didn't know!

"Ba, silly. Don't make a big noise."

"Aw, I'm sorry. But, Klando, let me."

"Oh, my God, say it"

The collector stared jizzily at Karen with her face out of the blanket. Silver eyes like the Shizukuishi of the moon looked demonic and glowing in the light of a light lantern.

"We basically don't trust Ningen. I don't think it's a good idea to come along. But with soldiers I don't know, I can't breathe. It hurts."

The treasurer thought of the sweetness of his own perception against Karen, who said in a dazzling manner.

As usual, Karen and Loulou are step elves who were at war with Uncle Andrew's soldiers until the other day, and Dorothea and Liza have been long and scattered by slave traders. As far as Pordina is concerned, she is put up for sale as a liability to her family. With so many wounds, it is a more unscrupulous demand that we work together so easily.

I was unconsciously distracting from their heartbreak.

(No, it's not. That's not all. I may only have been thinking somewhere about Alexei and my ments for taking the intermediary's work. If it was one time, I'm sure you'd have punched those Republican Army guys, but you'd have gone into the dungeon by yourself)

Still, I couldn't have even done everything with the simple conclusion that if I thought about the future, I wouldn't like it, so avoid it. I took a big breath and looked over at everyone's face. The emotions that have gone wrong in their eyes appear complicated and instantaneously incomprehensible. Still, I told him.

"I get everyone's point. But I still want to work with the Republican Army until I leave the dungeon. I know how the Dorotheas feel, but in that way, I don't think it's a good idea to fool them like they're on their way. For them, for us. Once you get started, it's suzi to get to the end of it with the republican army. Whatever thoughts we have of each other, it is indisputable that they covered us to the entrance to the ruins, the soldiers of the Republic. So let's pay that back. We'll take the lead and attack this dungeon instead of the Marcs. After that, I'll tell you exactly, let's break up. I'll take care of the rest. If the worst happens, I'll get everyone off the mountain safely. Without calling one. Whatever happens."

"Oh, I thought your lord would. Crand, woes are honest feelings. You may despise me. The wrinkles, the Lord and everyone here. And if the Lynettes at the Mansion are safe, I don't care what else happens. I mean, I don't know if there's a soldier out there left to die."

"Dorothea......"

"I don't mind if they think it's our way out. What matters now is the Krands and their families, and the medicine that can cure Lynette's legs, and I don't know how many people in this country will die for it. I don't care about the king's army or the republican army. That's the kind of woman she is. I know what I can do. If it is to protect the Lord and all of us, I do not think it is a shame that the woes have offered their souls to the devil. Are you disappointed? A woman who really thinks about this."

"Enough, because I get it. Okay, so don't look like that."

"Huh...?

"I'll try not to die, too. So don't cry. I don't know what to do when you cry."

"I don't know why you're trying not to die. Silly."

"Don't cry"

"I'm not crying..."

The collector drew Dorothea into his chest and held her tight. When the little girlfriend's head swept, she trembled, and her long ears twitched left and right at the edge of her sight.

"So I decided to say goodbye to you at the exit of the ruins. If you're a man, take it easy."

"No, no, no, no. I don't know what that means, even if they say so all of a sudden."

The collector told Marc, who sat in front of him at just the right time, that he would immediately take turns sleeping with Pordina.

"Huh?"

"No, what, even if they say so. I don't care if they see me like a baby."

The collector sighed loudly, galloping the ashes in the burning fire at the tip of the branch.

"Marc, dull boy."

"So I'm in trouble for being called a dude from such a long time ago"

"Guess what."

"What..."

"So I guess."

And, the collector explained the situation, and he was hacked.

(Here, what would it be to be honest with Marc about the hearts and minds of the Dorothers?

I wonder what would straightaway expose the Elves' aversion to a species called a human being that flows through ethnic roots. A welcoming human being called himself Kirai does not exist other than the extreme mazo. Thus, even if Marc had such a sexuality, it is unlikely that the soldiers of the detachment would be. The thread of the Wingman ruins attack would be something like it's just on the edge. Whether we move forward or leave, we need each other's cooperation.

Advanced political judgment is needed here.

"Well, you want to hear it?"

"It's obvious. Besides, it was the direct orders of Lieutenant Logion to bring you to the World Tree. For no reason, we can't allow the amateurs to act alone. In the first place, entering this area of operations is part of a national secret."

"Squadron leader hey......"

"What, suddenly pointing at the ceiling?"

"Nothing."

"That's a funny one. What's wrong with us republicans?"

"Dorothea's a jerk because you look at her tits."

"Nah nah nah nah!? Bubba, don't be silly whoa!?

"The women, your eyes are fucked. He said he was going to get pregnant and it was cozy..."

"Haaaa!? Wait a minute. Hey, Ma, hey...!

"You'd be too upset, ugh. Did you deceive me with this...... yuck!? I'm not listening."

Marc held his head in with both hands and lay face down on the spot. The orange firepowder explodes patchy, but I didn't make it slight against them descending on my cheek. When the collector stood up and turned his ear to Marc's mouth, he could barely hear such a ruptured twinkle, such as that, or that his fondness should be cumbersome. The other soldier at the tension stood there at first sight, turning down to go for a small purpose.

(The Marc one. Could it have been that you could have dropped Dorothea at all? Hey, funny...... that's too much)

"Yikes!!

"Mmm, what!?

A monkey-like voice provoked from the back of the soldier's vanished stone statue crushed the perimeter, as he predicted the zodiac's consciousness diverged from reality. It's a voice of intense discomfort that directly scratched the contents of your head. He hurried and threw the branches of the tree and stood up. From the tent on all sides, women and soldiers jumped apart.

"Your husband."

"I want to! What the fuck? Your voice!

"Ugh, shut up. Liza finally fell asleep."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ningens. Whoa."

"Clandestine."

Marc stood up with his vain eyes, blurry and cursory with his hands on both his knees.

This guy is useless.

"Be careful. There's something here...!

When the collector smashed Marc's shoulder, it showed itself out of the darkness.

As if the skeletal specimen itself had moved out, a shrewd warrior without a piece of meat dragged the man's hair closer slowly. Soldiers who stood for petty use would already be desperate. A lot of blood was still flowing out of the determined throat buddha. When the Doc Warrior took his hand off the soldier's collar, he let the curved large sword he was raising in his right hand swing high above his head.

"At least, it's over fifty."

Loulou hits me in the ear with a cold voice. When the Marc detachment scattered silently, they formed a circle to protect the collectors. The stone statue of the wingman and the depth of darkness did not immediately notice, but the surroundings were already besieged by the Doc warriors. Each enemy possesses a city weapon, such as a rusty spear or sword, which gradually shrinks the circle of siege. My spine tightens tightly to the aura emanating from a herd of ghosts who do not feel the fever of life unlike their previous enemies. When the collector dampened his dry lips with his tongue, he asked Marc, who regained his sanity.

"It's nearly five times more powerful. Here's one thing. Let's play it together."

"I had to. But I didn't expect to be cornered like this with the intention of taking advantage of the land..."

"That's it."

"What?"

The collector pointed the pine light in his hand at the nearest pedestal. of a square that was thought to be just a chunk of stone. That was a dark channel inside with the front falling down. Apparently, the stone statue mimicking the wingman was a type of tombstone, and the pedestal was to be supplied with remains.

"The place we slept in was apparently in the middle of the graveyard."

"Whatever the reason. Get rid of them gently and have a graceful breakfast."

Marc is quick, or he pulls out his hips sword and runs out like a wind.

That was the werewolf smoke in the war.

The Republican Army detachment hits the Doc Warrior as he steps over the tent. The neighborhood was filled with the sound of an occasional meeting of anger and blades.

"Karen and Loulou need cover!!

"What about Liza?

"Do it!!

As the collector pulled out the long sword on his hips, he lowered himself and jumped into the herd of Doc who attacked him.

No aim, no shit. He slammed the holy sword "Black Lion” with all his might into the forehead of the fleshy shrimp on the front. Black sashimi flows sharply from top to bottom like a meteor as it melts in the pale light of the lantern. Making a dry noise, the Doc Warrior collapsed as he easily fell apart, hitting the pedestal of a disturbing stone statue involving his companion behind him.

"Shit! These guys, they're crazy!

Liza's cheer also lasted a while. The Doc Warrior set up a song knife that he had put aside for a beat and stood up on the spot again as if there had been no current attack or anything. Each joint of the bone was instantly assembled with the smoothness of a magnet. The collector fell into such a bizarre and puzzling illusion that he saw the return of the remote ten seconds.

"Oops!!

I don't have time to be seen. He sticks out his spear in a motion that the current Docs were systematic.

Jirijiri retreats while paying the tip.

Loulou even throws a knife, but not so effective on Doc Warriors. A dagger blade hit wasn't enough for a fatal injury.

There is always a weapon compatibility in battle against the enemy.

For meatless Doc Warriors, at least, slaughter by blade is ineffective. Loulou distorted his thin lips in repentance.

"If you know there's something like this, do whatever you can to bring Hilda. Huh!!

"Flameball!"

A bright red fireball was shot out of the back as the collector bit his back teeth hard. A handful of fireballs scattered in all directions as they split like a shotgun at the moment of the Doc Warriors, burning out the alien monsters. I look back in panic behind me. Dorothea's fire attribute magic burst.

"If you're a man, don't cry! If you're a soldier in public, why don't you take advantage of what's on the spot!!

"Dorothea......!

"Your husband, please come."

Pordina, who was holding back beside the collector, glued to the stone statue in front of him in a supple motion.

The pedestal, which supports the statue of the wingman nearly four metres, is robust, albeit with part of it crept through. Pordina is holding her tail pinned and her arms outstretched and gagged. The stone statue, which also weighed perhaps more than a few tons, shivered violently from left to right with a blurb.

"Hey, huh? What are you doing, Pordina?"

"I'm going to clear the outer roads now."

Pordina lowered her hips deeply towards the pedestal, speaking in a badly calm voice.

"Oh, uh. You're lying!?

Karen, who was holding an arrow, turned her eyes round and screamed in a kinky voice.

That was a very unlikely sight. A stone statue that is unlikely to be lifted unless it is used in a giant construction machine is inclined by a single maid. No, Pordina's fingertips were so pierced that she couldn't see her nails as she slipped through the pedestal stone.

This is exactly what a lion would do. Pordina stood upright with her overhead dog ear pinned vertically, whilst scowling the embraced stone statue diagonally and fiercely.

An auspicious breeze blows the cheeks of the zodiac.

At the same time, more than ten enemy shadows that were swarming in front of him instantly smashed away into dust.

The overwhelming mass thrown by Pordina smashed away in pieces, involving several forested stone statues. Exploded pieces of stone fly around like bouncing bullets.

The collector spread his coat and wrapped the nearby Loulou inside to sit back. White smoke stands sparkling in darkness in the light of the lantern's pale light.

"Mm-hmm. You're a mess, my lord."

Pordina grinned with what a good face as she paid off the dust on her hands.

Praise and praise!

And, all in all, her tail is heavily shaken with a boom to the left and right.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Nevertheless, ignoring it as it is would hurt the self-esteem of a handled slave daughter.

"Good job, man."

"Yes."

The collector gave Pordina's smart little girl a good one, letting her face catch on.

A neat face looses to the point that only the collector can understand.

"Come on, if you're flirting! Get the situation over with!!

The fury broke out of Dorothea's mouth, where he met his enemies.

Pordina gave the Doc Warrior a good turn and kick as he confronted Dorothea with a musty face. The black skirt blinks and the long legs blink in your eyes. Kicked up by a braided shoe, the shrimp smashed into pieces, hit the stone statue and dispersed.

"Nevertheless, there are still many enemies"

The crushed Doc Warrior never stood up just fine, but more than twenty numbers come at him jizzily. The Marc Squad is masterfully working together to prevent enemies, but that would also be a matter of time. Whatever it is, it's not like cutting it off with an enemy with meat. We need a decisive blow. At the very least, if we reduce the number a little more, we should also be able to afford to observe the enemy carefully. The collector chewed his teeth hard as he carried his enemies, wielding a long sword.

"I don't care if you slash me or not, you don't have a kiri!

Doc warriors are weak and move is good. Difficult, but the restorability that immediately rises, whether destroyed or destroyed, was not depressing.

"I will wipe out my enemies with straw magic! Often, buy me time!!

Dorothea went into chanting when she blew up the whole Doc Warrior thing with the Ascaron she got.

Looking left and right, Liza and Pordina were crossing several enemies against each other.

Rusty eartips loom in front of me as I maggot. When the collector shot off the long sword and cut off the tip of his ear, he kicked the enemy's great shield and put it together and let about two bodies roll.

"You just have to buy some time! Leave it to me."

Karen, who was holding back, quickly scratched up the atmospheric mana as she lifted her hands overhead.

"Rage Tornado!"

A huge wind swept in with tremendous momentum from both arms thrust up, and a big tornado emerged enough to reach the ceiling. Intermediate magic of the Wind Class. The great tornado roared loudly, throwing the Doc Warrior inside without leaving him. At the same time, the smaller stone statues continue to fall, with a big wind.

"That's good, Karen! That's it."

Dorothea raises her hand and puts a stop to it. When Karen stopped the wind as directed, a large number of bones that fell apart and danced into the void slowly began to fall.

"Fuck you! Flame Wall (Flame Wall)!!"

Dorothea protruded Ascaron overhead to unleash the magic of fire.

The tip of the sword emitted intense light and a huge wall of flames appeared in the air. The Red Lotus wave swallows up the Doc Warrior who broke it down by turning it into a giant thermal wall. The uninterrupted heat evaporated the bone parts and raised the white smoke the moment it was touched.

"Round roast!

Dorothea put her hand on her hips and decided to thumbs-up as she distracted her chest.

"Well, let's do our best to get rid of the rest of the cunt."

As the collector twisted and flipped, he rushed out to the Marc Platoon, which still cut with the remaining enemies.