Dungeon+Harem+Master

"I enjoyed Yube."

"Uh, no."

There was a demon there.

The treasurer returned to his room in the abode and was greeted with enthusiasm by the Dorotheas.

After Elina and I broke up, the use of water was also a factor to be taken into account. It is a precious water resource with few fortifications at the summit of the mountain. It was a wet cloth, to the point of soaking up sweat and the remnants of last night, but on the contrary it was unnatural. Liza and Karen grunt their noses obstinately with their neck muscles so that the puppy can ascertain the smell of their mother dog. When he waved his arms depressingly, Dorothea, who had half moon-like eyes, began to ask questions as he put his arms together.

Where have you been?

What were you doing?

Well, I guess I was seeing a woman.

- Then don't do it!

What the hell is wrong with you? Hey!!

Don't get involved in a woman's suspicions.

Because one of these days you'll be framed for putting out a tail you don't even want to put out.

The correct answer in this case is silence.

But the collector misjudged.

In the first place, there is no way that the possessor can withstand the short-minded Dorothea's fiery pursuit.

The collector, lightly caught on Dorothea's camouflage, confessed to the crime.

Pordina looked flat when she heard the facts, but there's no way the elf daughters of Dorothea, Karen, and Liza would shut up about this outrage. Intensive fire begins in a room with no escape.

That's what the collectors foresaw, but it was actually a different way of attacking it. They began to blame Gucci and themselves. We do not serve as wives. He began to hurt himself with his dark eyes, not wearing makeup, not even looking beautiful, and not knowing who he preferred, such as a woman full of dirt. It is obviously the fault of the collector to hold Elina.

"I take accusations spoiledly"

And they could have been furious at the attitude of the treasurer, who was not ashamed of his actions at all.

The reality was different. If they had eaten as usual, they could have endured, but they blamed themselves for nothing but figs, and they did just that. They are following me without complacency, having to struggle, hurting me in battle, spoiling me to half my captivity, and keeping me trapped in a dim hole where I can barely make up as a girl of my age.

Sure, Elina was in good shape. Overnight, after reaching six degrees, there was even a soothing refreshment that weighed like lead that was from the waist down. The price for this was this.

Throughout the day, the treasurer swayed his wisdom sac, spirit and strength to comfort them, and to show the sincerity of his husband, he came all over himself. Overnight, to satisfy as many as five women, just the keeper is also tight. After it was all over, I lost consciousness in the sense that Loulou, the last person I dealt with, was sorry to start cleaning the filial musco.

I should mention a few things here about a man named Fristfor-Robernov.

He was born into a powerful large family, among the species that worshipped the world tree, with the remnants of winged wings that had been degenerated on his back: the Wingman. Long skinny body. His face excelled in the crowd, so much so that when he looked down his eyes, he thought he was a woman for a moment, but there was a constant danger of releasing the cold of a blade like an escape all over his body.

Since his youth, he has been a warrior capable enough to be the Knight Commander of the Kingsguard Kingdom of Etria, excellent in horseback riding, bows, spears and swords, protecting the royalty.

At all times, he was also a great nobleman in charge of commanding an army to advance and retire more than 10,000 soldiers, in the presence of the royal family and, once in a while, in command of an army.

Fristford was young to look at, but at the time he was cornered by Mount Wilhelm, he had heard forty voices. He is a genius about the battle and has led countless soldiers of incoming gatherings questionable in morale and proficiency, seducing the Republican Army and Drungo.

The retreat at the fall of the King's capital ten years ago made his name known to the world as a historic match. Fristford defeated Alexei, a living hero of the Republican Army, single-handedly defeated the former king and missed Prince Nicolai by one step now, leading the remaining five hundred rides, and escaped the castle.

At that time, the soldiers of the Republic chasing the King's army of defeated soldiers were over 10,000. From the total number of Republican troops assembled in the Wang capital, it was quite small, but most of them, mainly peasants, were busy plundering the bright capital, sometimes lagging behind the lesser taste of strangling the dying.

At this time, it was a man named Stanislav who was ranked third in sequence in the current Revolutionary Government of the Republican Army. The man who loses weight with this hook nose has enlarged his voice within the military, mainly only at soldier stations and political abilities.

In other words, there was no such thing as definite military merit so far.

Stanislav was a bad natural, and this was his last chance to give him a handle and he suddenly stood up and moved the soldiers forward.

Fristford, who intercepts, is a warring warrior. He folded the infantry into the least promising, wooded zone as he saw enemy soldiers rushing down the trapezoidal hills upside down.

At the same time as the enemy horseback squadron rushed to a neat neck-like area, the elite infantry simultaneously kathied up the spear that was lying on its ground. The horse riding squad, which collapsed like a chess knock, rolled down the hill, as if it were a dumpling.

There is no way Stanislav, with no experience, can judge the spear squad of the attacking king's army. Fristford here, picking up all three hundred, backed neatly. It is the republican army that was intolerant of the victory. As they crawled out of their throats, they tried to spread their fans and hit the king's army. Though the widows, the King's Army often supported this. Four thousand soldiers at the forefront, without collaboration, push against Jiriziri. Occasionally, only five hundred knights were pushed around for nearly a few hundred meters.

But this is also a measure of fristfol. He knew that he was familiar with the geography around here and that behind him was a swampy swamp of vast swarms of mitzvahs. This season, at first glance, seemed just a spacious earth, but, to speak of fruit, it was a sea of mud soaking up to its knees.

All you had to do was order one thing toward the King's army, which rapidly withered momentum.

"Get in there."

and.

Fristford cracked a part of the soldier and slapped sharply across a mass of enemies.

The infantrymen, with their tips aligned, cut off the enemy's army as soon as the cone tip pierced the cotton tofu slightly.

The crowds of Uyghua, who had already ceased to flock, fell, kicked, and fell into the swamp. Interestingly, this swamp was dotted with places so deep that, by the way, they were different in depth and, depending on the location, softly wrapped around a person's back length. The cause of death for most soldiers of the Republic Army was drowning.

That number, in less than a few hours, increased the number of loose ends, and when Stanislav rang the retreat bell, he almost piled up the kemono of the hunting grounds, but as a whole, he played the mountain.

Together, the Republican army's war wounded exceeded three thousand. It is an historic triumph.

When he saw the soldiers of the crushed republic, Fristford carried the wounded prince and pulled the soldiers.

As the battle of the Green Bog, the Winged Hero roared its name in Etria.

The General was confident that the fall of Fort Wilhelm was unlikely in his command.

"But there's no way out of here."

Fristford, a born warrior, knew. Cage Castle is basically an act that makes no sense if you don't assume that there are reinforcements. The Republican Army, which spreads under his eyes, is capable of replenishing as many troops and food as he can, even if he is wounded and fallen, but neither is the King's Army at the top of the mountain. With a long-standing stare, the Wang army was unusual in its accumulation of fatigue, even though morale was the only thing that did not loosen up.

The battle in all of Etria has, in fact, already been settled. However, a soldier of about 5,000 cannot destroy more than 100,000 Republican troops.

In the first place, in a long period of bad government, the popular hearts of Etria are limited to the royalty, and the newcomers who name the republican government, albeit the raspberries, are being presumed by a large number of people. It is impossible to unwrap this picky package with a mossy stone knife, even if it is a sophisticated and talented cook.

"At least the king alone wants to escape the country"

From what Fristford sees, it didn't seem that the republican government's insides had all that much of your talent. Not far away, the inner government will collapse from within. It is not too late enough to keep Prince Nicolai in exile in another country and return him to the collapsed Etoria before he begins stealing the country. Will I have already exceeded fifty slopes by then, or will I be able to work the last one or so? It was a tragedy that, on both shoulders, this winged warrior, who continues to walk in the hope and history of the kingdom, did not exist to share its load.

And his master, whom he served, was young, and married his queen. His name is Ekacherica. He is a princess born in another country connected to the Romeless royal family.

She was, more than Nikolai, two below and, naturally, still not old enough to call herself a woman, nor was she equipped to give birth to inheritance.

In addition, she was born not so stubborn and had been sickened by intense cold since she had come to the summit.

Fristford's decision to cage Castle in Mount Wilhelm was also due to its inclusion in the existence of the world tree at the summit of the mountain. The power of Kamigi is immense, creating a healing material that creates an almost infinite ability to recover. Ekacherika's disease had also decided that, with the power of the branches, it would heal, by the way, as if the presence of Blue Dragon's May, trying to protect the world tree, to eliminate anything approaching from one end, was out of the math.

Nikolai's worries are thick. Without the power of the strange young man of Romless origin, the blood outburst of Lady Ekacherica's life would have been in jeopardy. Klund, the odd man who names himself, despite losing once, his fighting spirit has not shown any loosening.

This could also be heavenly destiny.

Heaven, as a matter of time, hears that instead of giving people a harsh destiny, they sometimes drip a whimsical thread of salvation.

"So, the presence of the Blue Dragon is troublesome without it"

Until now, actively avoiding crusading was convincing myself that it was foolish to suffer senseless harm, but nothing. Um, if it didn't come true for the dragon, I was just confusing my fears with paint called Preconstruction and Ments.

Fristford found that Shimonzo, when transported in ice, had made an appearance to foil the area, but that the lookout hut, which is believed to be closest to the world tree, was frozen in its entirety with dragon braces.

This result shocked him enormously.

(I can't assure you that the Blue Dragon will not strike the heart of the King's feast...!

As a final decision, Fristford performed a Blue Dragon Crusade mentor to Nicolai.

Nikolai, who had crushed sight of Ekacherika's suffering, reluctantly admitted this after continuing to suffer all day and night. Two hundred soldiers to avoid from the Legion.

However, they were all designated as volunteers and elites capable of retaining skill levels above a certain level.

It is too naive a true offense to call it a ploy "Churiku".

None of it was a militarily unavoidable operation that went beyond looking at blood.

The next morning, when the affair was found out, the collector was finally free of the women and alone in the backyard of the fort, held back by a thought. In front of me, Karen and Liza are playing with the snow for fun.

"Hey, hey, Klando. Is this the right size?"

Liza, the dark elf, was struggling badly to create a snowman diligently as she lit her brown skin. Larger balls are naturally carcasses.

Karen, a meadow-grown elf, also carries snowballs in her arms with a tremendous foothold. They both look serious, like they do in battle.

What I'm doing seems to be fun inside for two people from areas that are only a comfort to spare time but have little snowfall. The collector gave instructions by moving the branches of the tree in his hand around in the void.

"Oh, yeah, they do. The big balls are the torso, on top of them a slightly smaller ball. Insert affordable tree branches left and right.... Mm-hmm, yeah. That's the equivalent of both arms. Karen, put the charcoal you got on your face. Make eyebrows, eyes, mouths. Hey, are your eyeballs that far apart? That would be a shark, then. Oh, yes, they do. That's good, that's how it goes. Yeah, yeah, okay, okay. Hey, Snowman's done."

"Wow, really. You look like a doll."

"Whoa, that's amazing. Clando, Clando. Liza created the torso."

The two of them are clearly greeted with a yellow voice. The face of the young sentry watching it in the distance is finally retreating. I can't help it. Young women are overwhelmingly few in the fort. Especially since Liza's lower body with her jacket caught on her shoulder would be too eyelid for the men who were forced to live halfway through abstinence. I remembered the feeling of my mundane thighs and my memory of last night twitched from the back of my head, making me feel like I shouldn't.

"I designed the face. Heh, heh. I don't care if you compliment me."

"Oh wow wow wow"

When the collector clapped with careless hand gestures, Karen let her snort rough and distract her chest.

"Hmm."

"Bu."

"Ha ha, you're as open as ever."

I sat down on a round-tailed, unconstructively placed waist and sighed more as I watched the white shining snow illuminated by the morning sun.

Don't look at these guys like they're stupid to be thinking about a gutter.

I tend to forget it because it's so silent, but next door, like an eye-catcher, Pordina secretly refrains.

When the collector dropped his gaze on the copper cup in his hand, Pordina quickly replaced the hot tea. Including hot tea, where butter and sugar are well disposed of, the brain becomes twitchy and paralyzed. The chill this morning was exceptional. Since I woke up, I haven't moved my body to Locke, so I kind of feel like I'm stuck with lead all over my body. The collector stood up as he turned his shoulder and stretched out like a wake-up cat to relax the muscles of his body.

"Long time no see. That sounds like a lot of work."

There is a man walking in on the snow with a crisp from the front. The collector shook his neck to the left and right to make a lighter noise and gave Pordina the cup he had.

"Uh, which one was it?"

"Hey, it's me! It's Marc. Don't forget."

Marc strained his beard and went. By my side my deputy Pollina has a dry laugh. Both, for some time, looked tired, but not the same as when they broke up, and overall, they seemed to remain magnificent.

According to Marc, he finally got permission to stroll around the fort, although he was on guard. Behind you, a large soldier follows you silently. Marc asked if Hisohisso and Dorothea were cheap when he looked at him like he was slapping him in the ear.

"Oh, I'm fine. I mean, he's super hypotensive. I didn't try to wake up early this morning."

"Oh well. She's weak in the morning. And, by the way, didn't you tell me anything about me? You want to see Marc, you miss Marc, you love Marc."

Marc has a rough nose and, when he gets forward, he has both palms open and closed violently. When I saw it, Pordina narrowed her eyes.

"It's all your wish, but it is. Unfortunately, until now, I've forgotten who you are."

"Oh, that would be too much," he said.

"That's a joke though. Ma, we seem healthy and overlapping."

"Klund. You must have been about to be killed by the Blue Dragon. Does your body matter?"

"Totally. And I'm not the one giving up once or twice. Yeah."

"... your husband"

Pordina put her ears behind her with Petan, pinched her tail between her crotches, and leaked her nose. For her, the Holder, the Lord, was the Sun, God, and a sign of her own life. For Pordina, the man is not defined by words like trust or reverence. On a daily basis, she burns the care of a man named Shimen Zao, taking on everything from belly nourishment to man's desire. Sometimes he is the true honor of being as merciful as his mother, loving as his wife, and devoting his own flesh like a slave. Otherwise it is close to religion, but the heart of the service that Pordina dedicates to the treasurer is strictly a mixture of raw odours as well. The treasurer perceived her psyche as she pushed her intricate feelings in, stroking her silky, hand-touched cheeks sarcastically.

"I'm flirting, I'm sorry. Is there any way to defeat the Blue Dragon?"

"Hmm."

The collector put his arms together and frowned. As a matter of fact, I can't think of any effective measures. At least, even if I challenge that monster alone, my chances of winning will be thin.

"The dragon's weakness is probably in his spine, I think. If we don't pull him to the ground, it won't even be a battle."

"Hey Klando. Have you forgotten something? I wonder who the man in front of you is."

"Mr. Perverted Elfmania"

"No shit!! Take me."

"What...!

It was a female soldier named Pollina who reacted to this offer. She pulled Marc's sleeve, shaking her blue-white lips as she strained her face oddly.

(Oh? Hello, this is)

And it's a reaction that I can't help but think of. Marc shook his arm off depressingly, ordering this man to return to his residence somewhat higher. Pollina left the scene sadly with her eyebrows in eight letters. No matter how much, the dull collector could have observed what had happened to the two of them in the last few days away.

"Hey, Mr. Marc. Hello, that person. I don't think I behaved like that girl."

"... there will be no choice. If I get stuck in such a narrow place all the time. There was nothing else."

"Sure, there was someone else besides you."

"Ricardo escaped. I don't know."

and, if so, the outfit in which young men and women had been pushed into narrow dwellings. I guess the King's Army didn't give that much consideration to the Republican Army marquees, who are historical enemies. Maybe the two affections were made a spectacle, as if to see the beast connect. Even so, it was said that once the skinned Pollina had no choice but to give special consideration to Marc.

"Marc, I'm gonna go get the branches of the world tree, but you don't have to stick around."

"That's a little different. I am no longer a prisoner. The King's army has no choice but to execute him whenever he wants. I was just wondering if it would be a pleasure to visit the legendary Blue Dragon's Mae as a souvenir of the underworld."

"Dear Marc,"

"It was originally a low-life operation. It was a lot of fun having an adventure with you guys."

"The real deal."

"... if you could tell Mr. Dorothea the story, one last shot, I wonder if I could,"

As he was poked in the chest, the zodiac diverted his gaze, shyly scratching the inert beard on his cheek, leaking his potatoes and words.

"I'm sorry I've been hiding it so far. To tell you the truth, those boobs are mine. I'm sorry."

"No, it's mine."

"No, it's mine"

The two made a look full of wrinkles like monkeys who grinned when they looked at each other.

(A man is what a foolish creature...)

And I'm not sure if the straw Pordina thought. The collector, furthermore, stomped the white snow in a crisp manner, and raised his face when he noticed the approaching black shadow. A loyal knight, simmering his recessionary face in even more tannic tea, leads several soldiers to walk over.

"Hey, Marc. Tits are fine, but why don't you enjoy the rest of the conversation when you get home? I'll replace the tickets to hell."

By the way, I can't get a refund. That's what the collector added.

Fristford acknowledged the company of the Marcs, who are also enemies of Eagle Deep. Or perhaps because most naturally expected a thin survival in this crusade.

As a first stage, 200 soldiers were divided into two hands. Let half of them bypass from the rear, and at the same time the battle begins, pinch them from front to back. Simple iz vest.

Most importantly, such a monster opponent can't have a fouled oddity. This time, they decided to push with dignity.

"It is a weapon for that matter"

The collector whistled like his hips in, looking at the wealth of weapons the King's army was letting the car carry.

"Wouldn't it be my turn this time?"

"I hope so."

Dorothea responded with a frightened face. Seeing, all the women who are solidifying like dough behind their backs walk silently staring at the snow with a face that can't hide the tension.

In particular, Loulou's fright was remarkable. She is the only one who sees the beauty of the Blue Dragon. The fear of being knocked into the body to the marrow of the bone will not be the majority of the line.

Hopefully, she wanted to leave, but that would be even more humiliating than death for Loulou, who was on his way to loyalty. It's sad to see if I can protect everyone this time around, but I wasn't sure. If I may, I only pray that the Blue Dragon will not appear under the world tree because of some mistake. Such a collector's prayer was murmured, and abruptly the lid of the fierce battle was cut.

Just before noon, when the sun shined brightly, the object that had preceded it to the top discovered the enemy shadow. The figure of a blue dragon nestled on white snow jumps firmly into the retina. In the light of winter, the blue urchin shines perfectly like melting in the colours of the sky. I even remembered the harshness of the figure as an enlightened philosopher, folding the wings and quietly nesting.

"Is that Blue Dragon's May?"

Marc crushed low and licked his cracked lips tightly with his tongue. Not at first sight, Fristford waved down the military knife in his hand as he straddled a beautiful fat horse with chestnut hair.

It is a signal of war.

A group of people wrapped in black armor cut in resolutely with a motion as unhesitant as a machine with no emotions.

The king's army used the crossbow he had put on his tank to bring down the arrows in all the rain. The silver wire crosses the hill making it slippery.

As if he had anticipated it, Blue Dragon raised his voice of intimidation as he flew into the universe fluttering, opening his mouth to swallow the big fish as well. When the blue dragon obliques its giant, it is paying off the arrows released at a great angle.

"Throw stones!!

When Fristford had the stone throwers ready assembled, he unleashed the boulders one after the other.

Draw a parabola. The big rock hits the blue dragon, but the giant just loosens slightly and it doesn't do much good. To defeat such a huge enemy was still nothing but a flesh-bomb attack from the front.

Fristford is a general who loved his cadets so much that he avoided dying in vain.

However, even though it is two hundred, it is a valuable number for the almost unlikely King's Army of reinforcements.

"I don't know."

Under the first order, the infantry put down its spear and ran up the hill. Military shoes trample down the fallen virgin snow and turn it into dirt.

The collector watched over the loose ends of the mix with a handful of aristocrats defending the fristfol.

As the infantry ahead stormed, a drum of war rang high from the mountain behind him. Hundreds of infantry men who had been allowed to detour behind them beforehand responded and began to blackmail them.

Dorothea, who was watching the war side by side, turned her face bright red and screamed. Near the battlefield, to the yellow voice, the nearest neighbors raised their faces.

"Behold, Klund. Oh, there! Right there! Right, let's get more into it!! Oh, hey. Damn, don't do it, dammit!!

(This guy's voice, don't feel kind of weird when you're listening)

Troops who were attacking the Blue Dragon from the rear, approximating the troubles of the collector, began to attempt to seal the movement by throwing the hook-clawed rope in their hands from all directions.

Blue dragons winging trying to escape over the sky stop winging and get off to the ground. The whole body of the blue monster was roped, like a spider's nest stretched out. Keri got on easier than I thought.

No, that's what I was trying to guess. It's a one-sided battle. Winning doesn't work.

As far as Lisa and Karen are concerned, they are jumping up a little and sending a high touch, although it's nice to see if they've decided to win or lose.

- Is this what it is? Were you an unwilling opponent to end this easily?

The relief of not needing to put that monster and the blade directly together, and the impudence towards someone who matched themselves to the eyes of half a life, crept up at the same time. The same blue dragon that was hand-held and his gaze matched. It's not my fault. A monster who was not supposed to be rational learned the illusion that he laughed with a scratch. Zokri and the unparalleled chills felt only by his mighty enemies ran to his spine.

Thus, as the collector's hunch suggests, Blue Dragon's May and the feared giant beast began to fight back from here.