Dungeon+Harem+Master

If I see Alexei, I'll know that everything is a misunderstanding. Clementina had nothing to doubt because she believed so firmly. This is a battlefield. Minimal makeup was applied and the outfit dared to remain in military uniform. It was the minimum protection that was in her, protecting herself from the worst possible consequences, in case it should not be.

"Let's! Clementina, how are you! Long time no see."

"Alexei......"

After all, Alexei, who had visited the military, was no different than he used to be and had completely regained his former brightness. I don't have a strange coma when I was living like a piece of shit with myself. The boy's smudged, wild-shot laugh is the pleasant boy himself back then who loved Clementina.

I guess the time we broke up healed his sick, faded heart. My chest is pounding. There is only one soldier of escort standing in the paid command post, faceless. He hits the far edge of Clementina and doesn't have to worry about anything going on out here.

"I missed you, I missed you too. Alexei."

"Wow, you're so welcome!

I jumped into the man's chest plate with emotion. Inhale the smell of a man's odor all over his nostrils and rub it around his face. Haha, and a voice sounds in my ear without any consignment.

"Alexei."

"Hmm?

When I realized, by Alexei, an unfamiliar girl was pulling her sleeves worryingly and swooping her cheeks.

(Speaking of which, would Alexei have had a sister or something?

If you were born shortly after we flew out of your parents' house together, it's no surprise that you have this 10-year-old sister. Clementina thought of her age and was delayed by emotion. It's time to hear thirty voices myself this year. If it's deceptive, I'm old enough to be unable to have children.

(No, no, that's no. From now on, if we encourage child development, by menopause, seven or eight people will be able to give birth. This is where we're going to have kids. Right. Long time no see...)

I've been protecting my loneliness for a long time. Until today, it has been called the Spider's Nest Castle or the Steel Castle.

Howa wow, and a girl who was a no-mark came into her body between Alexei and me, whirling as a blaze.

"Go away, please! Stay away!!

"Oh man."

"Hey, what about you?"

What is it? From word to word, I could guess that this girl is Alexei's youngest daughter.

But when I invited him in this way, it was demonstrated that the word of that man named Klund was a lie, if Alexei did not bring in the back of the rumor. Yeah, I thought, I was a little distracted. I can feel generous trying to keep my mouth shut and leave the barracks unquestioned.

(Wait. Mm-hmm, bye. What the hell is this little girl's existence)

No way.

It's impossible. Is it the daughter Alexei has made in the last decade?

"I'm Alexei, your wife and Amy!

"... what?

Around, the heavens and the earth reversed.

but I endured most of it. You can't faint early. This mental weakness is one of the challenges that we need to overcome in our lives to come. Restore your mind.

"Ha, I guess she's a good daughter for jokes inside. I didn't know Alexei would do such a thoughtful thing. While we haven't seen each other for a long time, you've started to imitate the spills. But this isn't such a fun event. If you're going to surprise people, you're going to have to be more of a sinless jerk."

"No, I'm not setting anything up."

"Huh? Ha, see ya."

"So this Amy is my wife."

"Really?"

"Not true."

"Absolutely? Not a lie?

"Why are you lying? Me and you, we've been friends for a long time. Well, a lot's happened. It was a long time ago. So Clementina's married and has kids, right? I think it's time for me to plump everything up, too. We're too old for each other."

"Aha, haha"

"Ha."

"Ugh."

"... ugh. Maybe he's still single or something."

Clementina opened her eyes cuttingly and leaped toward Amy. Alexei can't help but be afraid of the fighting that began. We pull each other's hair, scratch each other's faces, crumb loose, and move around there cluttering. Amy, who looked luxurious, is also unexpectedly fighting in five minutes, driven by a woman's instincts. A panicked soldier watched Alexei as he moved his gaze to the left and right.

"Bakatare! And, for now, let's go! I'm calling for an increase!

The ugly catfight, after this,

with water,

Fitted in the condition that Though things were getting worse.

Through a wide square, the path stretches near the castle gate with sloppy spirals.

Garden trees were found to have fruits and flowers that had never been seen, with a wide range of sweet scents that tickled the tip of the nose. The sky is everywhere awakening blue skies. Naturally. The Dragon Emperor's Palace was a nocturnal castle, floating far above the clouds. There is no shadow in the castle where more than 100,000 soldiers can afford to be flaunted. Those who dwell here were already alone in Blue Dragons May.

The day after the day you wagered your secret medicine to fight. The collectors stayed at this castle, begging.

The damage of the fierce battle fell asleep like mud when we ate deeply together. Especially if the collector was not comfortable with Zumei or was badly silent for a man who was naturally positive.

After breakfast, the collectors received the medicine and divided it with fristfoll.

He then went through a rift in Zumei's built dimension and was ready to return to the summit.

Marc spoke to Zumei as he walked over, watching the collector slip himself into the door of the dimension.

Don't you have to tell him?

"... for God's sake"

"Your true feelings."

Zumei shook his shoulders for a moment, but went with a voice that even discouraged him.

"I just told you that. What will it be? No, the battle is over."

"So, I can think of something."

"I'll be persistent. Marc, what do you want?"

"You must have really been in love with Klando"

"... stupid"

"You deliberately removed this wound. I bet you are."

Marc noticed that, in his presence, Zumei deliberately added and subtracted to avoid deep hands and rub them with shallow wounds. You don't have to do that.

With Beryl Itadli, which heals any wound, it is possible to heal even the half-dead by the way.

In other words, the fact that he hated it, unlike the image held by the collector, could be determined that everything Zumei was saying in his mouth was true.

"Though I thought the one from Klund was the one with no blood or tears from your attitude. Why did you do something you didn't like on purpose?"

"... because I wanted you to hate me"

The collector is followed by a fristfol jumping into a dimensional rift. And when he verified it, Zumei spoke in his breasts. By the way, there was a lie in her story. It was true that his mother had ordered him to marry one another today, and to have children, but it was the three men, Zumei, Jolum, and Yulan, who showed the difficulty, except for Vritra.

In particular, the ferocious and temperamental Vritra was particularly obsessed with his sister Yulan, and became fierce with Zumei, who blamed it. Eventually, my mother also tried to stop Vritra by fiercely reflecting on the decisions she had made, but at that time he put a deep burden on his real mother. The upset brother will abandon the castle and wander around. In the course of his journey, he lost a great deal of power fighting with the Great Demon King, known as the Demon King.

"In the Dragon Nation, parent-killing is a major crime. It is so decided. I, as an elder, had to wear kejime. But, but."

No matter how stupid you did it, Vritra was my brother to Zumei. When it came to monsters who lost their reason and began to devour themselves for inferior dragon species, I couldn't kill them if I tried to see them in front of me.

"You know, the little wings, the little wings, the little movements, the cold weather, the snuggling, the sleeping, always shriveled my resolve."

If you look at your suffering brother by the power of the Demon King, it will be in your mood to end your suffering quickly.

"That kid must have suffered. It's best to wear a kata. But I can't. Only haste recruited. But I can't leave you alone. If his health recovers, he remains mad, and that child regains the power that could destroy the world. The more I thought about it, the less I could do it. So I couldn't thank Klund enough for putting my brother to sleep that day"

Zumei burned a fairytale hero in these eyes that day.

A courageous man who dares to stand up to dragons with himself as a person.

"I was born in this world to be bound to this man. So sure."

"Right."

"You're gonna laugh, aren't you? I, the dragon, am in love, etc. But it's not rational. From that day on, he changed his appearance from time to time and also appeared in the Adventurers' Union (Guild) where he came and went. But I couldn't even talk to him, and I was only able to sneak in line after Klander went to the reception."

Zumei smiles bitterly, trying to skillfully change her body.

It was the appearance of a young female adventurer in a job title called scouts (rangers).

"Klund was free at all times. At any given time, I did not give up and stood up to my fate more valiantly than anyone else. As I look at you like that, I am."

When Zumei finished talking about it all, he stuffed his eyes with his fingertips with some refreshing look. Marc keeps his gaze distracted and repairs his faceless expression. There are no words to say. The bet was over, and it was destined not to be tied in the first place.

"I'm sorry I held you back so long."

"No...... Then I'll go. Oh, just one last thing."

"Something"

"At the last moment, did you lose your hand?

Zumei laughed nicely without answering.

It was the first feminine soft thing Marc had ever seen.

Things had changed when the collector went through the door of the dimension and back to the summit.

(That's odd. No one to greet)

Though there are traces of intense fighting all around, there are no signs of people. If it was just me, Fristford, the king's army general, had disappeared. It is a strange story that there is not a single soldier waiting for it. Marc, who returned late, seems surprised that there are no shadows around.

The collector looked softly at the world tree in front of him. As Zumei put it, the ancient trees had lost power and vitality, and were dying. If you look at it jealously, you know perfectly well that this tree is no longer of use to you. It's time to stretch your fingertips to your hips. In the sachet I softened, was the secret medicine of Beryl Itadli, which I gave away from the blue dragon.

When I look at Marc and I look at him, he looks at me like he's tired and turns to the day after tomorrow. He's a thick, clumsy man for his affection. Among the collectors, the feeling of taking Marc lightly was already foggy away. Despite a few days of friendship, he risked his life. It's not something anyone can do.

Hopefully, I just want to get off the mountain right away, but I can't even be ruthless enough to leave the Marcs who took care of me so much. Feelings are something that makes sense. When Marc glanced at him, he shook one hand flickering like he was in trouble.

"I don't care about me. Klund, you're going down the mountain."

"But..."

Fristford looks bitter and silent.

I am aware of the need for a collector.

But his position won't allow it. Or was there a part of this battle that I admit so much as an enemy soldier that I could see Fristford also suffering deeply?

"Your Majesty's judgment must come to pass."

"Seriously! You can talk!!

The collector raised a welcoming voice.

That was, in fact, a declaration of liberation. Marc stirred his eyes violently, as if he had witnessed the heavens and the earth become sarcastic.

Fristfol is also ashamed of what he says and rubbing his cheeks pointlessly.

"Well, I can't help staying here like this. Let's go back to the castle."

I went to strike it off. I have no particular objection. The three of them trampled the snow and followed the summit.

Soon the root of the suspicion became known. From beyond the loose slopes that spread in front of him, a knight with several infantry was seen trembling and rushing over with bloody objects.

"General, are you safe?"

"Cradle. What the hell is wrong with you?"

A large knight covered with a gray beard is a fristfolk child named Cradle. He is a boneless face, but a man of the Great Congo who was maneuverable and left the absence of the castle to his honesty.

"Wilhelm Castle has been ambushed!

"What the...!?

Fristford was screaming unintentionally as he poked one knee and held a cradle that was about to collapse.

The defensive formation strewn along the Wilhelm Mountain area is an iron wall. Even if the Republican Army strikes with 100,000 soldiers, it is a robust thing that bounces back easily. That doesn't make any difference without Fristford taking command for just a few days. Stretched in the complex difficulties of the mountain system, each formation works closely and skilfully with each other, as if a spider's nest were entangled in its web, taking away the enemy soldiers who push them.

"Tell me more about the situation!

"Ha. Early this morning, the Republican Army suddenly appeared behind the main battalion, attacking us as a result of a fiery fire. Three thousand of them. Currently engaged. Most of the three thousand soldiers are mercenaries, not regular soldiers. General, the king has already left the hall, protected by the Kingsguard nobles. I'm not going anywhere."

"There are three thousand soldiers...! No way!?"

Fristford roared with his emotions stripped out.

The collectors also turned pale. There's no way we can sneak the army that far down the mountain trail. As the only means, through the back of his brain was a way out of the Wingman ruins.

"You mean you stepped through that great cave! But how?"

As if to mock Fristford's indignation, the next moment, a rainy arrow flew in from under the hill. The collectors wave their swords and pay them off. The infantry that was following each cradle immediately became a far-away twinkle.

"I don't care how, there isn't. Was the famous general and the mirror of wisdom clouded with eternity?"

"Stanislav political commissioner! Why, you're here!?

"Oh, are you the living bait of Logion?"

The skinny man, known as Stanislav, distorted his thin lips while fixing the position of his silveredge glasses.

There's no point in Marc being afraid either. The gentleman in front of him is a big man who deserves a third place in the series of political commissioners, presiding over the government of the Republic, with only thirteen at the centre of the Central Committee.

Marc was also the big guy I only saw at about the annual big browsing ceremony, and that's why I couldn't understand the implications of rolling himself out to such a frontline.

"Between us. What are you talking about, living bait?

"Don't let the miscellaneous fish answer directly to the commissioner!

The wildlings of the giant body appeared all the time, blocking Marc's words.

height would exceed three metres. Even in this intense cold, he slightly hides his rough muscles with one chest bone, almost stripping his torso out. The gray hair is long, knitted in dreads and draped into several chambers. Brown skin, thick brows and thick lips. His eyes were just big, and his rich moustache released a presence intimidating what he saw.

Notably, it is the product.

He's got a huge shield in his hand that covers more than three metres of giant softly.

The ability to lift and lower it as thick as a cardboard paper proved that the muscle mass of the mountains rising from his arms was out of line.

"Good, Rigon. This man laid the foundations for the victory of my Republic. It will be a knight's life that will make the end of it a battle of honor."

"Why, why should I be killed......!

"I have a different promise, Commissioner! Didn't the platoon captain say he would help!!

From behind a warrior called Rigon, Pollina, Marc's deputy, popped up.

She struggles to reach her sleeve as she turns in front of Stanislav. Rigon stripped his teeth as sharply as a well-trained watchdog.

"What do you mean?

"You're a slow man to understand. This Pollina was originally the mistress of Logion (Ilo), who was supposed to report the situation to the military and ambush it when a way out of the Wingman ruins was found. To that end, Rosion put an army elite on you. The accuracy of success was low. - But this ambush was a success, and it's a little inconvenient for me to have you alive."

"What, that's"

When Fristford asked low, Stanislav slipped his tongue with a delightful color on his face.

"The people are tired of this long rivalry. If you think the rotten dynasty has finally disappeared, raise taxes on raising taxes for war expenses. Do you mind? There is no longer a single Ethiopian citizen who wishes to restore your kings. It's annoying to everyone how much more this goes on! But as a matter of reality, it will still take a few years to crush the old royal worm. So, in order to capture the hearts and minds of the people, we need heroes."

"A hero, huh?

"Yes, hero! This country needs a gorgeous new legend like General Alexei once did! The foolish folk are also less willing to presume if the object to which they contribute is not brilliant. So, this is my appearance. This political commissioner, Stanislav, finds in himself a welcome to serve his hero by dropping a magnificent Castle Wilhelm, said to be impossible to fall! Now, compared to the female fox who has been hiding so much from the military, the weight of that kung fu will even tilt the balance of the world, and my aspirations will cover the world!!

"- In short, you've got to get someone out of the army and get a handle on it."

Ignoring the words of the treasurer, Stanislav took out his pocket and stroked his own hair.

"That's not all. I can't be a true liberator if I correct my past mistakes with this hand."

"Is that why you took the risk and came this far? Most of all, if you try this one, it's only a curiosity given by God. Even you, if you take it away, there will be no traitor soldiers left."

"Fristfol. Do I look like a man who doesn't even take his soldiers to Locke and takes risks?"

As Stanislav squeezed his jaw slightly, the perimeter of the collectors was quickly surrounded by multiple soldiers. The soldiers who emerged as Yunxia, oddly enough, have a strong impression that the outfits are not uniform and oddly tigh-hug.

"These are the mercenaries who were in the barracks."

"Because this kind of strange soldier operation cannot be accomplished with a focus on the constant path. I've wagered more on this man's familiar experience than on his sophistication."

"Heh. The commissioner said you'd take us as knights, depending on your manners. Besides, if it's up to you to cut off the treasure of the fort, you can spare one or two lives to step through the cave!!

"Treasure? No way, you guys. Have you already attacked the castle?!?

"Hey, that's just how a samurai serving royalty tasted, unlike a market slut!! Still, they're having fun, aren't they? We were just so excited to kill you and lose your hips. hehe."

Rigon grinned creepily, muddling the drooling saliva with the back of his hand.

It's a despicable and inferior trick. The bottom of my heart, my chest gets worse.

I could clearly imagine Dorothea and Erina, the samurai, being mauled by the mercenaries in the back of the zodiac's brain. Hold down the reluctant women, pull off their clothes, lick around their white skin, and substitute mausoleums. Blame the hole, the hole, and devour it to the bottom of your heart. The rush and fear made my heart beat a rush.

"Did you want a polina or something? Be faithful to each other. That's what gives up that man's life. Hey, I was able to easily cross the difficulty with the report of the user demon you took the trouble to fly. You seem more suited to affairs than soldiers. When you're done with this, let's give it a promotion. Because that's the motto of our army, which is prize punishment."

Polina exclaimed, sitting on the spot, crying like crazy. No, no, no. That look like a deaf toddler.

"Wait. Me or Fristford, Marc is one of you. Why is it so easy to cut it off?"

"You can be the foundation of my glory. Why, are you not welcome?

"You've been hit in the head, haven't you?

When Stanislav erased his expression, he waved the wave in his hand. Mercenaries narrow the circle of siege with their weapons in their hands.

(Hundreds of them. Keep it up, it's a cluttered fish in a net. The rootstock is going to get caught.)

The four collectors, Fristford, Marc and Cradle, with their backs together, are freshly rubbed by the killing spirit of being hit from all sides.

"Bad, pretty bad"

"If this happens, we'll have to run apart."

"General!"

"Cradle, don't worry about me. Either of you survive, come to the king and serve your loyalty."

"Kukuk. What do you say, Fristfol. I think I'll finally be able to pay back what I owe you then. How do you feel? How do you feel now that you are being hunted down by the enemy general you have been watching..."

"- Bad. Somewhere, have you been fooled?

Fristfol. It was like I didn't know the bottom of my heart. How was Stanislav's mood, who unilaterally viewed the famous general of the king's army as a rival? And he made a noise, and broke it, and let the tall voice of a madman slip down his throat.

"Kill me - heh!!

Feminine cry-like rage echoed, while a group of alien soldiers began to move forward. looser than I thought. I caught a glimpse of the pride of the winner surrounded by a dozen dozen things: no more escape.

The collector ran without looking back. It was also sarcastic that the enemy was not a regular army. There is no such thing as collaboration. Then I had to run around and try to break through by putting my strength and weakness on the thickness of the enemy that struck me like a wave tao, pulling the thinnest part.

A long sword pulled out moved left to the right. A man with a slashed wrist or shoulder removes his gains. You don't have to stab Todome. Anyway, far from this place was the secret to survival.

I couldn't afford to worry about the Marcs. Please, I prayed to heaven that you would get away well. Running down the slopes of snow, he turned away and avoided the rain of arrows flying in. I thought about the women we broke up with. But there's nothing I can do. If this happens, there's only one way to get to the usual strong luck. As I fled, it was bad in the woods. There is little snow around here. As a result, the speed of pursuit also rises. Distance shrinks.

The collector unwittingly waved his sword diagonally. The face of the man who was approaching behind him was broken diagonally, and a bright red blood tide made a noise and danced in the sky. The hounds gave birth to fright. They were too far from the herd. The population is more than a dozen at best.

The arms of the treasurer are little enough to shrink. A unilateral massacre has begun.

Stopped frightened, the enemy's throat whistled and unleashed a thrust.

The holy sword "Black Lion” stretched straight with the gnaw to deeply determine the soft meat. A blue-white face stunned by the shadow of a desperate man appeared in his eyes. Still a teenager there, I guess.

Most of all, I don't feel like I'm going to let you down.

The collector quickly waved the blade as he rushed to slip over the snow.

After rushing through the group, five men instantly fell into the snow as carcasses.

Don't swing your spear like crazy. A skinny man hits me healthy.

The collector slapped the man's face off his brain when he completely doubled the pattern of the spear. The gray-brown cerebral plasma messes up. The rest of the enemy was cowardly, disturbed in his calculations and began to flee. You don't have to go deep.

I was more concerned about the raided castle than that.

Return painfully on the fierce mountain path of the up-down. When his whole body was wet with gushuoli with sweat, he finally reached the vicinity where the castle gate was. From inside the fort stood a red flame and enough black smoke to cover his sight.

- The castle just fell.

I'm about to lose my strength from my knees. I aroused my strength and stood. Inside the collapsed interior, the soldiers of the King's Army, who did their best, were scattered like featherworms. Because of the thickest of defenses, fewer than a hundred soldiers were praised in this fort. More than three thousand mercenaries could not have been prevented by their opponents, even though they were the people of the Union. The building is lit by fire, and I can barely see the front because of the rising black smoke.

The collector wandered around, slashing and laying down the mercenaries he encountered from time to time. As a matter of fact, the mercenaries had no complete control over their strongholds. There was no such thing as military discipline in them, and most of them worked for looting.

"Is that you, Klando?

"Wow, I'm surprised! Oh, my God!

A soldier accidentally jumped out of the shadows called out.

Seen, he was a young knight with a familiar face.

Is he suffering a hand wound, dyeing his right shoulder black and Zhu, and roughing his breath? If you ask, the mercenaries are about to gather the samurai captured in the square ahead and start a victory feast. The number of women is less than thirty. If you deal with hundreds of healthy men, your life won't last long.

"We're looking for a death squad. Wishing to join you, the Romless, is a mystery, but if you think of the weak women at all, I would like to ask for a grant......!

"Okay. The women are guilty. Follow me."

The collector agreed with pleasure. The royal family has gone the wrong way in politics, but most of the knights who fight in the name of Nicolai are young, corrupt, and full of junior nobles who do not know the fruits of spilling profits. They know how miserable the defeated are. Therefore the words of the treasurers loosened their pure souls and shook them mightily.

"There's nothing to do. Run in and bust. They're not even Republican soldiers. It's a stuffed wild dog! Slash him down from one end and knock him down! I'll show you the soul of the Etrian knight!!

About twenty knights made a whale wave, shaking in tears. The collector ran overhead as he lifted a beam that also had a burnt grip. In the center of the square, the gathered women are left half-naked, solidified by watching a group of knights rushing forward in a daze. As he stood, he threw pillars at the defenceless mercenaries. The squashed men together, screaming and flipping. The collector raised a beastly roar as he pulled out his long sword and instantly slashed the head-like man.