Dungeon+Harem+Master

The treasurer repeatedly reflected in the bed and, as a result, became lightly depressed. Even inferior insect males, when defeated in a female-contested battle, secrete certain neurotransmitters in their brains.

That is, you lose your temper.

But after about three days, they recover from depression and fight again. In this case, some psychological grid arises in the insect, which is not self-settled, but merely forgotten.

It's not like the fact that you lost it out of your head disappears and you get excited like, "Ugh, let's do another one." The abominable state of defeat is no longer conservable.

In comparison, the collector was a life form with a slightly higher level of intelligence than an insect.

I lost to the Blue Dragon. to Cotempan.

As a man, my self-esteem was severely damaged. There was also a lot of damage to the body. The body of the zodiac, which was ice marinated with a blue dragon brace, went into a kind of pseudo-mortem state, simulating shutdown of all functions. to avoid loss of health and organs. Loulou, who kept fighting monsters until reinforcements arrived, was shallower in comparison. She had done more than she could to protect the Lord.

The Pordinas saw a depressed man and continued to serve even devotionally anyway. He deceived the keeper, who did not move while lying down, wiped his body with hot water, and fed the toddler to his hands even at meals.

However, the recovery did not proceed as late.

A few days passed.

The women also stopped caring for the keepers more than they needed, except for Pordina.

I just noticed he was stuck.

One sunny morning, Pordina got permission to wheelchair the keeper and take him out to the garden.

"Your husband. It's very sunny today and it feels good outside."

"Ah, uh-huh."

The collector nodded with his vain eyes and was drawn out.

Mostly abandoned. Pretending.

Pordina's dedication is extraordinary.

Nevertheless, in the middle of a siege, there are no flowers scattered around.

(Chitto's too boring for me City Boy...)

The collector took a slow stroll around the barracks as he was pushed back of his car by Pordina, in a state of relief to Bo.

In fact, he pretended to be in a frivolous state, but the zodiac's brain kept spinning dizzily.

It is, of course, a countermeasure to the next battle against the Blue Dragon.

The first battle was defeated with little to no blade alignment, but you can't just keep your tail round and run away. In the mansion, Lynette awaits the return of the treasurers.

The branches of the world tree must be obtained even to the men's ments.

(That attack, though, is troublesome. This time, though I'm glad I happened to get away with it. If you're unlucky, it's no wonder you beat him to pieces while he's frozen by a kachikachi)

The blue dragon's chilled air brace was powerful. An attack from a distance is inevitable at the top of a mountain like laying low an unseen shield.

When he once fought Vritra, the Red Dragon, he also worked in his favor of having houses all over the village that hid his body albeit.

The best thing is not to fight the Blue Dragon in that place. Luring the enemy into a place where he can't move around would be paramount. The collector thinks. Yeah. More, more crowded. For example, a forest belt, a narrow place, a hole where you can hide yourself, like you can't move.

"Your husband. Did you say something?

"... no"

I guess I was crushing unconsciously. Pordina had distorted her neat beauty and her lips were heartfelt and chewed on her crusty lashes.

"One by one. Never mind. Forget it."

"Yes."

I was obedient everywhere, as if I was losing myself for a girl of my age.

Occasionally, he returned to a similar look to the ice, which could be taken as slightly cold.

I only turned my gaze diagonally to see how she was doing.

Pordina's expression remains the same as usual, but her mocking-tailed tail is swinging left and right in a slightly lowered mood.

What's the matter with you? Looks worried! And it's just a strong manifestation of her mood.

The collector slowly stroked Pordina's smooth hair by reaching out to change her mood.

She is trembling comfortably as she narrows her eyes.

Fuya, and I got a loose face.

Go on. I'll rub the throat area with my other hand.

Pordina's eyes twitch and moisturize with welcome.

Change your attitude so that a girl of cold beauty can do one of her actions. A freaking sense of conquest ran through the whole body of the zodiac. She is the ideal woman to sift a man's desire to dominate. Let's call it a slave book.

(... he's cute as hell)

As the collector continued to stroke him as he sat in his wheelchair, Pordina leaned over his knees like a puffy breakdown.

As it was, he continued to caress her so that she could hold her directly from the front.

Faced a small, white, right-handed face.

"Ah."

The collector tried to wrap her cheeks with both hands to attract her mouth. A few groups of people showed up from the shadow of the barracks as they were making noises and kissing each other all the time as they were on track.

In the center, there were a few ladies in beautiful outfits who at first glance could see that they were noble. Get your face off Pordina reflexively. Her, clear saliva draped a thread from her cherry blossom lips.

Pordina, with a slight expression, has a lukewarm face that reminds her somewhere afterwards. Being seen by others is just chot embarrassing. I coughed up one big one. Then, as if I had just noticed, I turned my gaze to the lady and stiffened.

(See. This is, well. Somehow, it's beauty like a doll)

The white toned dress is, by the way, slightly embroidered in gold.

It made me feel quiet and classy.

I don't care what you think, she's an early teenage girl.

What a neat face that reminded me of a delicate and elaborate doll.

You noticed the collector lowered his eyeballs, with a faintly complaining eye as Pordina on her knees let herself go. I seemed to discipline myself, but there was jealousy in it that was just unconscious and too sharp. The collector pulled a little. Then I pretended not to dare notice.

"Oh, you're definitely not a Romless guest."

The lady uttered a chilling voice like a bell.

"Your Highness, do not speak to those who

It is easy for a man to fall asleep.

In the collector's ear, even the samurai's words seemed somewhere classy.

"No more. Isn't that nice, even if you didn't say how hard it is? Sure, are you Sir Klund of the Romles?

"Oh, yeah, but I do. Um."

The appearance as cold as a doll, once spoken out, made a ragged noise and collapsed.

"I'll see you first. The concubine is Ekacherika. After Your Majesty."

The collector whistles a whistle. The samurai's face was so frightened.

When it comes to His Majesty here, only Nicolai exists.

If you ask me, her old outfit suits a young prince.

Every time the collectors repeated their direct answers as they naturally deserved, the samurai of each of them coloured, but when Ekacherica controlled them, they stopped moving like stones.

After Prince Nicolai, he seems a lot more of a Frank personality.

Should I be friendly with this one, then?

And while the mess was bothering me, I heard from the other side.

"How are you feeling? I hear it's been difficult."

"Uh, well, I guess it's a bummer. I'm curing it because I think it's a good bone break."

"You see... rest, right?"

Big golden eyes move patchy. It reminded me of an elaborate doll.

"Vacation. I'm taking a break. I'm off. In the meantime, I'm letting you relax."

Ekacherica put her white gloves on her cheek and let her big eyes hang on her. Unlike the nobility of appearance, it works like a child at any rate. It also had a combination of petty smells like small animals.

Approximately such a collector's idea, Ekacherika moved her frown shyly as she suddenly modded.

"So, did you see"

"Heh, what?"

"Take the dragon."

"Oh. A dragon, I saw it. I saw it. I saw it."

"... may I ask you more?

"Oh, man."

"Of course, let me ask you something."

"Hey, hey, wait. It's close, because it's close."

(Dude, you're a lot of gooey coming princesses. Well, are all the upper class ladies like this?

In the back of his brain, the zodiac thought of his bouncing knight daughter and tundere elves.

Ekacherica gently sank her hips as she let the samurai prepare her chair, lifting the hem of the dress fluffy. Moving their gaze, every samurai surrounds them semi-circularly. I felt a temper that I would never let you get away. When the collector noticed, he spoke while serving up the fierce battle with the Blue Dragon with considerable volume.

(Give me a break already...)

The welcome went on soothingly. On the surface. The treasurer is a fearless character. Basically, when he praises or grumbles, only when he contains something in his belly. The woman in front of her is the queen of Prince Nicolai's history. Anything more than being in this fort could be judged to mean it's a good idea to stay in the mood.

Even if it is your species, from the possessors, it is just a rustic race that looks great. The information she speaks of, against the dragon, was a laughingstock, as if the toddler had pelted the picture book.

From the collectors who actually fought Red Dragon and Blue Dragon, it was said that the monster did not exceed the standards of the organism. Sure, it's a threat, but there's no mythical sacredness to offend, even if it's wrong. They tend to see it that way because they fight with primitive weapons, such as swords and bows, but what the collectors have seen is a level that can be adequately addressed if they utilize cannons and firearms, which are modern weapons.

In this other world, it's odd, but concepts like gunpowder and cannons are not developed. The most central role in the war was still bowing and horseback riding, a pastoral world in which fairy tale knights flourish. Besides, there are no more real problems, no more ways to acquire modern weapons than being thrown out into this world. It was a peaceful world, where giant monsters safely threatened humanity.

The princess was so tired of living in the mountains that she laughed corny and elegant, even in the untouched story of the collector.

Nevertheless, the battle against the Blue Dragon was only defeated, a memory of humiliation. It belongs to a category you don't want to recall if you try it as a collector. There were limits to being thorough in the road.

Pordina is more intelligent than herself with regard to the Lord's mental state. It is difficult inside to forcefully block a lady who enjoys a conversation with pleasure while noticing a flickering, caring gaze. The timing was a problem.

The change happened suddenly. When Ekacherika, who had so far been joyfully bickering, thought she had turned away unexpectedly, she began to cough hard.

"Your Highness."

"Whoa, are you kidding me?!?

Ekacherika shuddered her whole body into a blurb as she folded her body into a writing. Momentarily, the tragic air dominated the neighborhood. From the samurai, a metallic scream arose. Ekacherika threw up blood so hard. The pure white dress hem was stained red.

The samurai can do nothing but cry out with their bright blue faces on. It was proof in their heads that there was no way to deal with it.

"Ekacherika!"

While we were all stunned, Prince Nicolai took Fristford and changed his blood phase and rushed. Nevertheless, the situation will not improve either. The prince could only peek into Ekacherika, who remained facing each other on the snow, and encourage him to speak up.

"Fristfol, the doctor! Are the military doctors there yet!!

"I'm calling you as soon as I can."

Fristfor-Robernov, a cold-blooded samurai, was cold-sweated and stiff on his forehead. Ekacherika's bad luck was that just at this hour, it overlapped that the military doctors were going to examine wounded soldiers from the core of the fort to a front-line base slightly down.

No, the hazy girl is making her appearance white like a wax doll and cramping it hard. It's only a matter of time before we keep our hands on it, and it's a matter of time before we make a difference between the visions.

"Fristford, do something, do something. Ekacherika is the rest of the treasure!

Nicolai himself barked like a sick man. The boy prince shouts in an unchanging, high-powered voice. The old ladies began to cover their faces and cry.

"Ha. If it is, I can manage."

Fristford folds his length, leans back, but doesn't know what to do, he just wanders around. He is a rooted samurai and a high nobility. Medical practice is the responsibility of military doctors and healers. The allowance for golden sores is still available, such as illnesses, which are the subject of internal medicine. Fristford could not have been good at retreating from the army and waving his sword on the front line, nor could he have helped the sick with a modest drive. Still, you can't do nothing. Looking good, take a pulse, put your hand on your chest and check your heartbeat.

"Yes, my breath. And the heart."

With a blue face, Fristford told him.

Ekacherika's breathing and heart sounds stopped.

Nicolai's scream echoed.

The seemingly possessor finally moved when he was released from rigidity.

"Ah, oh! Get out of the way!!

"Hey, what?"

When the collector poked at the two wandering around, he looked at her complexion, trying to cover her with a girl who was neither picky nor picky.

Ekacherika was spitting blood hard. Lost consciousness would be reasonable to speculate that the throat was clogged with blood sputum.

Nowadays, artificial respiration may not be performed to prevent infection, but there is no ambulance arrival or state-of-the-art medical equipment here.

It was an incision. Pinch the jaw tip to secure the airway. I sucked it to my lips without hesitation. A loud voice went up behind me. I didn't even have time to consider their mood. Inhaled his breath thoughtfully, slipping, he slipped a chunk of blood from Ekacherica's throat into his mouth. Release your lips and spit out your blood sputum. On the bright white snow, a bloodtide similar to a bright red petal spread. In sucking, vomiting, sucking and repeating vomiting, did you understand that what the collector was doing was a medical practice, and the blurring converged as if it had struck water.

"Please, Cland, give me the room, give me the room."

I can hear the Prince moaning. The collector took his body away from Ekacherika and exhaled heavily. Quickly, I moved on to a heart massage. Place your hands on top of each other on the chest area and compress the sternum.

The girl clearly regained consciousness as she coughed hard to see if her spontaneous breathing had returned due to the removal of her bloodsputum.

"Yes, I'm back. Your Highness."

"Or God. It's God's move..."

"Have you brought your soul back?"

The people looked up to the possessor as if they had witnessed the angel descend during the day.

"Thank you, thank you. Klund."

Nicolai screamed in tears, holding Ekacherika back. Unlike modern times, it is a time when lives are much more lost due to simple diseases. Nicolai, an ancient, earthy, medieval Etrian, let the words of gratitude slip down his throat as his emotions rose. Not so long ago, I loved my wife, but the cry that I would never forget this grace, O Krund, struck people in the chest. Intense emotions propagate to the surrounding humans. Seeing, even those cold-looking fristfolks wept and swelled their cheeks, and until earlier, the samurai, who had stayed tall, looked up to the possessor with hot eyes, shaking with emotion.

Slightly, the people rushing from the fort are discussing it aloud as they surround the area like a circle. The soldiers have cried in emotion, tamed and slapped their shoulders, and conveyed their gratitude as they clapped their armor. And the men who were not there, as if the current were spreading in an instant, some wept with tears, and the women leaned to their feet, as if to God.

"Hey, what the hell is this? That's a little unusual, isn't it?"

"Your husband."

Looking back at the glossy voice. I watched the straw Pordina. She kept shaking her face brighter red than anyone else and her big tail all the way to the left and right.

(What do you think? This is my husband. Mine, mine! It's nobody, this is my only husband!

Then, by the time the noise converged, the collector needed a lot of patience, to be screwed up by the people without.

In the evening, the collector was invited from Fristford to dinner. Because the prince is still in need of rest in Ekacherika, he is the deputy minister. Massive battles are not the only ones taking place in Wilhelm, but skirmishes are frequent. Even though it was not a delicacy in the mountain sea, the sawdust was usually breathtaking in a dish that was separate from what was being distributed.

"First, a dedication"

"Ha."

When the collector holds the cup, the young maid soaks the amber liquid with a kopokopo. Nothing, good smelling alcohol sagged in the glass.

"Lord Klund. Again, I thank you on behalf of Your Majesty. And I ask you to forgive me for your disrespect so far."

Indeed, from the first time we met, Fristford's attitude towards the Founding Fathers was consistently interruptive, nothing but.

But let's take that for granted. An enemy, a rogue who has been sneaking in with soldiers of the Revolutionary Army. It's not strange to be decapitated at the time of being taken prisoner. When the collector told the euphemism about it, Fristford shrunk himself in disgrace.

"No, it's embarrassing. It would be helpful if you didn't touch it."

"Njama, the details mean we'll charla each other, okay?"

"If you do, this one will help. Fill your stomach before it gets cold. Feelings from Your Majesty and I."

"I don't care, you'll be an old man."

The collector opened his big mouth with a mogger and flattened the dishes at the table from one end. The maid of service is surprised with her eyes rounded. Fristford frowned nervously and laughed low.

"Much, good eating. I heard you fought dragons. What do you say?"

"I don't care, they did it. So much."

"Yes, don't look nasty. That, if you're a samurai, there's no way you don't care about fighting dragons. In particular, you picked up your life, even though you were made to ice. This is a miracle."

"You knew."

"That is what His Majesty did not allow the collection of branches. Nothing, I didn't mean it. That bucket. Blue Dragon's Mae has been a patron saint of this country for a long time, but now it still suffers from understanding that it will harm the royal family."

"You mean you didn't once"

"At least I've never heard of you being pointlessly tormented. My family received help in sorting out extremely drug-effective branches that were considered divine drugs from that world tree more than in ancient times, but this is the first time I've talked about it."

"Will that blue dragon also attack the fort?"

"No. The only time a soldier gets hurt is when he approaches that world tree. Ever since I moved to this Wilhelm, I've never been attacked by a castle."

"So the Blue Dragon is protecting that world tree?"

"So far, I've sent soldiers about three times, but I couldn't fathom them. I've already been given nearly three hundred. Oddly enough, everyone, as one, had nothing else to say about their lives. You mean you don't even have to kill him? If I didn't come close to the world tree with wonder, I wouldn't have attacked him aggressively, so I left him alone."

"Me too, but I guess you guys need those branches, too"

"I'm in the middle of something. If the branches of the world tree, which boast high drug efficacy, can be harvested as before and regularly, their strategic effect will be immeasurable for our army. Not only as a drug, but also as a valuable financial resource to get a lot of gold grain if sold. I want enough hands out of my throat. But His Majesty did. Don't let that happen. He told me he couldn't throw a soldier after a dragon who knew he was dying."

"With that branch, the princess would be better,"

"By confusing public and private life, Your Majesty can't hurt a soldier at all. He's a gentleman. Lord Klund, if you ask me, I heard you came all the way from the Romles for the branches of the world tree. I wonder if any of you are familiar with difficulty."

"Oh, my sister's family."

"Is the disease severe?"

"I'm not. But Lynette had been through a lot of hard work that she didn't have to do since she was a little girl, and I took my eyes off her, and she fell into the same situation. At one end of the line, I'm responsible too. She didn't even despise me for begging, she prepared a meal, she dressed up, and that's how she looked after her blood-connected family. Her, like a princess, is not a life-threatening disease right now. I have bad legs. The doctor said he needed a branch of the world tree to fix it. Sure, I don't know how to live because I don't move satisfactorily with one leg. But if I can fix it, I can't get Lynette's legs back to normal, but I can do it a little better. She is young. I'm sure you wish you could run around like you used to, rather than pull Vicko and live the rest of your life. Lynette has been dying her bones for a long time, so I don't know what to do with it, but I know as well as I do. I bet on the survival of the royal family. From a soldier who repeatedly hangs up, it would be a tiny story with no justice, but that's all I have. I'm doing what I can. I'm not very smart, so I can't really talk, but that's the place."

(That's right. It's on me that Lynette has gone all that way)

They have been trampled by merciless adults where they don't have to be hurt, at a time when Dorothea's former selflessly, to think about it.

It can be said that the collectors at that time have kept their backs on all kinds of troubles for the reason that they fulfill their promises to Maggot, even if they were certainly not in normal condition.

As a result, the girls, including Dorothea, who were captured by slave traders, continued to lick spicy acids for a long time. Without the Step Elf raid, it wouldn't have meant leaving Silver Villago for a suburban quest, and in some cases it wasn't strange if they had fallen apart and lost their lives.

"From what I've heard, you don't look like you've given up at all."

"On my own, after I left the fort, I left you and this samurai behind. Sin, take it any way. I don't care if you cook when you cook. It's just that since I defeated that blue dragon, could you wait a while?"

"So much so that you will be slammed into the abyss of death, and yet you will face it"

"Oh. While I was talking to you like this, I got hungry. I know what you're talking about."

Fristford kept his eyes closed and his hands zipped together on the table.

There was a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows, and at once he looked around as if he was getting older.

"For the rest of the story, could you wait a few days? And yes, yes. One thing, I forgot."

Fristford rang the bell at hand, tinkling. Occasionally, the maids at the service slipped over the carpet and left the room.

After a while, one young lady revealed herself.

"Elina."

It was the daughter of an unlucky wingman the other day, who was kidnapped and taken to the summit of the mountain.

"This girl falls on my far edge. So I wanted to let her go."

This would be bad.

A cold sweat swept through the belly of the zodiac. She was humiliated and put in danger to her life. If I were in Elina's shoes, there was no reason to forgive me.

Fristford, softly taking his seat, pointed to the back door.

"It's a shame the feast is halfway there. And then you should talk to him alone. Lord Klund, I beg your pardon because it is military time."

"Aha, haha"

When Fristford left the room, he blurted his ears.

It's going to work out for your ladies, so take your time.

"Huh?"

When the collector was stunned, Elina approached Zunzun with a frightened face.

(Ko, you could get killed)

With such fright, she quickly drags herself to the deep door of the dining room as she takes the hand of the treasurer.

(Oh, that? This girl smells really good)

In the back small room there was a large couch where several people could sit side by side and a small table. When she calmed down, Elina was wearing thin makeup, and the clothes she was wearing were not the first outfit, but plain but good in quality.

As the collector sat down on the couch, Elina sat down by her side.

If I looked closely, I could determine that the stiffness in her face was not anger, but something nervous.

More than anything else, Elina somehow pushes her body tight and gooey. There was plenty of firewood in the room in the fireplace, and the cold didn't even make me feel fine dust.

"Ha. Something's hot. It's Waiha, Waiha. You're in the mood all summer."

Elina stares mesmerized with a soggy gaze.

(Hey, what's this attitude all of a sudden? I thought I'd be impeached, this haven-state. It's beyond comprehension, God)

"Ah."

In the meantime, the collector held Elina's white and twinkly hand and stared straight back at her.

Flowery, refreshing aroma tickles the nostrils.

The groin quickly transformed into a state of collision with Jagyun.

(Oh, whoa? Whoa, whoa?

"It's your fault. Because it makes me feel this way."

"Nho, there, stroke it. Eh."

Elina wriggled the treasured peak of independence with a sleazy hand to manipulate the shift lever. This only has a hand in awakening the filial piety Musko of the treasurer also as the upright immortal king.

"'Cause wait a minute. Why, all of a sudden such good treatment. Even I, the Rakuten family, have to look a little suspicious."

"Oh, my cousin Klund. Make me feel so nervous. Erina's going to be okay."

"I don't know, I didn't ask!? Hey, hey, man, seriously, that hand sucks!!

"Oh, wow. Crand. Well."

"What is it? Or what is it all of a sudden? No reason, why not?"

"Buh."

When Elina peels and flutters her cheeks, she becomes grumpy. With his head down his throat, he keeps his body. It was that of a completely exasperated female.

The collector, originally, is not so troubling in nature. Usually, she would be eating her without thinking about it, but her attitude was too contextual. Considering that the collector went to her, there is so much I can't help but resent her.

If it is suddenly pressed by the attitude of a lover who has resumed for a long time, we should also be vigilant.

"I was watching this morning."

"Oh, this morning. You mean this morning?

"Master Klund's skill in saving Her Highness. I'm impressed."

- Oh, you mean that.

"Since then, I've asked Fristford to meet you. If we don't meet in person and apologize for our disrespect so far, we're not even going to be able to sleep. Oh, if you could just take some of Elina's thoughts, there's nothing more to remember in this life."

(Well, your eyes are a heartmark. This is terrible fan psychology)

Looking at Elina's hot eyes, it was obvious that she was coming to see her as she continued her daytime emotions. She was in a situation that was close to a kind of mass hypnosis. Her strong loyalty to her husband and the unusual psychological state in which the enthusiasm and excitement of the place had come to pass would have elevated her to a blind affection for a man named Zao, a forged hero.

Now, after that, on his way back to the room where he was being held under house arrest, the samurai received a postcard from several samurai. The keeper, unable to read the words of the Romless world, left the decryption to Dorothea, but the content is not difficult to imagine if you see it torn away with a bright red face.

"Let us continue that day."

"Continue..."

As Elina got off the knees of the collector, she crawled on all fours on the carpet and stuck her ass out. The refreshing scent that drifted earlier would be a remnant of the careful cleansing of the body at the precious summit of the water.

I mean, she wanted this meeting on the assumption that it would be held.

"Mr. Klando. Elina would like to thank you for your hospitality."

The snowy white skin and the smelly fragrance stirred up.

The thread of reason makes a puffy noise and cuts a thousand pulls.

There is no particular reason to refuse. With that in mind, he was a constant young man, and self-restraint couldn't have worked either.

"Fuhihi, well, if that's the case, don't hesitate"

(No, Klando. You must not inadvertently fornicate!

- So, who is it? The one that screams in my brain!

The angel in his heart blamed him as the collector tried to cover him to his mucky ass.

(You have a wife who has a history. She's obviously losing herself. It is the endeavor of the righteous to teach Elina and enlighten her to defend her chastity like a lady here, like an unclean hero)

- So, but hey. It's a disgrace to a man not to eat a meal, isn't it?

The collector, while clogged, disputed the angel.

Elina is danced to the heroic phantom of saving Ekacherika.

Then isn't it a man's taste to dance with him?

(Remember your, your wives' faces. They will grieve)

An angel in my heart speaks sadly.

Honestly, I'm stuck breathing.

(Barca. What the hell? Hmm, if you shut up, no one will know.)

(Ah, you are the treasurer's disgust! Why, here!?

An angel in my heart makes a surprise voice. To justify the desire of the treasurer, the darkest part of the negative, the demon, was revealed to bring this to the deep psyche.

(I wonder if this nathan came this far with courage because he wanted to be held by a collector. What kind of girl invites a man from herself? No, I'm sure it will hurt you deeply for the rest of your life. Eat it, eat it. That's merit. Hehe. Hey, look at that. The whiteness of the Ethiopian woman's skin polished with snow. The women I brought back to the mansion, that's what I'm going to hold on to. It's also a man's thing to enjoy his wife overnight on a trip!

(Yes, you shouldn't. I won't, such indecency! Wife. Don't you feel bad for your wives! Shame on you, collector. Do not lend ears to such devil whispers)

- Yeah. Well, that's part of my mind, too.

(What, are you a good boy? Look, look at that ass. Pretty puffy. It's legal, it's japanese rape, it's around with love. No one's forced to rape me. You can have fun with each other, have fun!

(No, yeah, no, no, no, no!! I'll take the right path, so rinse!

(Hahaha, this is. I thought you were both fighting over something)

(Oh, you are!

(Whoa, isn't that the Master? I'm sorry, I'm just trying to get laid.)

- Whoa. There's another weird bastard in my brain.

A new figure appeared in the Zodiac's brain conference.

He is a warrior in his heart, wearing a Chinese-style crown, fanned in his right hand and coming from deep consciousness.

(Master, Master. You're against adultery, aren't you?)

(Ah, Conoyalo. You cowardly cuddle!

(This is, my lord angel. Do you think that if you keep returning Elina, everything will work out)

The military teacher told him in an adult manner, using the fan loosely.

('Cause you will! The treasurer is not as noble as she thinks! I saved Her Royal Highness Lady Ekacherica because CPR just happened to be a success. This guy must be trying to play this cute little girl a super perverted play that his wives can't do on a daily basis! Isn't it the way of the saints to make her listen so well as to politely teach her to preserve her purity!

- You're kidding me, Conoyalo.

The collector rattled his finger bones in an attempt to smuggle the angel.

(What a pediatric idea)

(Nah, nah, what?)

(Angel Palace. You seem to think that if you don't hold Erina back like this, things will all work out, but that's the big mistake. She would undoubtedly resent herself if her collector refused her. The harm will leave its roots in the work of obtaining branches of the world tree, and hence the Blue Dragon Crusade, which we intend to do altogether. It was too shallow to think that Fristfol was a statement after he received enough rooting from Elina. Besides, her dedication to the body also includes a sense of gratitude from the prince. If I refuse to thank you, I will stand in the corner. It is forgiveness to build a pseudo-kinship that is more difficult to say no to by turning around with an Ethiopian woman than to create unwanted annoyance. Besides, once you sleep, this woman, she creates love. It is better to have more friends in other countries. Also, why can't you even think that she is a family of wingmen and if she can make effective use of it in that sense, she can make something called)

(Grunts, grunts)

(Grunting, you fool. I mean, the heart of evil is a lot quieter)

(Eh, come on. It doesn't make any sense, does it? My husband has already done it)

(Huh?)

(Huh?)

"... that?

If you noticed, the collector was attacking Elina from behind.

It is a combination, it is a pilder-on.

He had already made a direct connection, though he was gripping in his heart.

Good conscience, nausea, and a military teacher, which were in deep psychology, disappear with no expression.

It was a grip of an extremely meaningless mind.

- Here we go. Whoa, whoa! Feel Yep!!

And then the hot night dawns.