Dungeon+Harem+Master

Three days later.

We stood in front of the Squano Mansion.

"Hmm. Is this the outrageous nest where the lady is imprisoned? Don't let your arms buzz."

"Haha. Lady, lady. Today, we also have our favorite Hannah special club sandwich. Let's eat at 3: 00."

Victoire de Barthelmy, a maid knight with a well-shaped chest protruding in front of him with a tunnel.

Behind it, Nico and the giggling girl are Hannah, the samurai.

I don't know much about maid samurai or anything, and my brain is about to rinse, but Victoire seems to be the second daughter in the history of the lords of this city. Oh, I didn't aim for you right now.

For some reason, he's the poor guy with the setting of head of the Kingsguard Knights of the Kingdom. I'm sure your nobility choked me off at the castle in the capital and you went crazy. Poor thing. Hollow. It seems true about your lord's daughter, but the Knights would be lying. 'Cause if that's the case, I'm not leaving Romless Garden.

Occasionally, they treat me as a tough kid in the mansion because I don't know what that means. He is aware of it.

Without needing to refer to the example of a bandit crusade, the arm of the sword stands, so I followed the scarecrow once Mary properly blew in the story.

That's right, Merry the Schemer. I like it, I like it, I like it.

"Hilda, don't be a bad listener. I'm only telling the truth."

Mary, while fixing the blade hat position, boos.

Hehe, cute.

"Merry and Hilda would have loved some Atlantic tea leaves."

Ah. Yeah. I mean, Hannah seriously mistakes it for a picnic.

Something about a note mark popping out of my face.

Was the lie blowing in too appropriate? Well, come on.

"Hey, you guys! What are you doing? As a knight, it is a natural duty to save a pretty woman. Go on, follow me. Welcome, brave, warriors."

No, I'm not a warrior. Look at that. The cloaks guarding the gates are desperate for laughter.

"Lady. When you run, you fall. Watch your step."

"Horse, pull!

"Huh. There is no horse. Aww."

"Oh, Mary, take a dip in a place where there's no ups and downs!?

In conclusion, there are zero traces of Pecorino standing around.

Lying in front of us is the fact that the adventurers, requested by the Alliance, are gathered at the Squano Mansion.

Homecoming legal, it can be concluded that she is in this mansion.

Hilda, maybe.

Mm-hmm.

I'm a little confident when it comes to sacred magic arms, but I don't like rough things.

Merry doesn't have to be.

That's why we've increased the number of searchers to four. If possible, strong and personably easy to handle such as Artemisia and Sizka...... I would have preferred the honest ones. Al is busy caring for his children and Sizka is in a pseudo state and no longer functioning well.

Human beings, knowing enough, is the key. Otherwise, yes.

I, the security guard at the filling house, presented the deed I received from Lexington and asked him to unlock the iron door that looked heavy.

The door opens and closes, along with a rusty sound.

Whoa, that's the beginning of some adventure.

The sky is clear and somehow I don't feel like it though.

"Everyone. Don't pull it out. Beyond this, the enchanting haunted mansion. I'll be the avant-garde. Hannah, you need to be on the rear watch."

Victoire is intent on it, humming his nose, but we haven't noticed it in a while because we have no extra time to chat. I'm sorry.

"Are you listening? Talk about people? Hannah's listening. Hey?"

"Yes, sir. My lady. Well, I hope you're listening. Oh, Hilda. I've baked cookies, will you eat them on the road?"

"Huh. Yeah, I eat. I eat. Hooray. Hannah, I love it -"

"Haha, but don't give me back the money I lent you."

"Er. Fine, fine. Let's just forget about it."

Follow Hannah's forehead with her index finger and turn away.

I don't know, I don't know if it's a charade or anything.

"No, no, you don't forget -"

"But I don't have it with me right now - Me and Hannah are friends. Hey."

"Haha. I'll give it back, Hilda."

"Again, no tightness."

"I'll give it back. I'll give it back, well, I'll give it back. Absolutely..."

Hannah's eyes narrow.

I'm like a frog stared at by a snake, I can't move anymore.

This kid looks scared.

Him, help me, Mr. Klund.

And, well, that's how our mansion exploration began.

Already swallowed up numerous searchers, the demon's haunted mansion.

Here, for one thing, you have to retighten the strings on the shorts and get to it.

There's too much weather outside, it's not atmospheric.

But I stuck with a million pounds.

"Oh, really?

While Mary hides her mouth, she opens her eyes.

"No, no, Mary. It's a million pounds. It's a lot of money. You can play quite a bit."

That's all, with Tannen money, we can keep fighting for the 10th.

"I wouldn't waste my entire fortune on my own daughter."

Mary laughed like trouble, letting her lower her brow.

Hmm. Do you have that idea?

Indeed, given the status of the Totetsu treasury, it is not surprising that there are two digits.

Why not?

"Depending on what Hannah looked down on, the Towtetsu treasury said management had leaned most of the time a few years ago. At that time, he owed his relatives quite a fortune, and it seems that Mr. Lexington himself has restricted the money he can move. Andrew, they're still paying back the bank. Besides, he's single now. They say the relatives are making a leap to include their own daughter in his entourage, so they're not comfortable putting a lot of money into their late wife's daughter here either. In the future, we're going to lose enough money."

"When will that be enough? But it's a nasty story. So much, do you want the money?

I like money too, but I don't think I can compare it to my family.

"Merchants are all about money, right?

Hannah tends to get upset. I don't know, I don't know if something fucked up happened.

"No, it's just that I had a lot of trouble renting Hannah's home from a merchant, too."

Is that it?

Unfortunately, my parents had a wealthy territory, so they never struggled with money from an early age. Except for pennies.

"Yeah. But I still think Mr. Lexington, too, has been worried about Pecorino. It's my family. So let's do our best and definitely help you!

Mary holds her fist forcefully as she shines a strong light of will from her hectic eyes.

Yeah, you're right.

Money is important, too, but after all, you want to help people.

No, I'm serious about this. Really.

The Squano Mansion, at first glance, appears to have been built randomly.

Its size is said to take a few days looping around the walls of the mansion, and of course I don't know if it's true or false because I don't have time to try it, but I'm sick of just thinking about it.

Okay, let's start exploring.

Near the front door were glimpses of numerous pioneers trampling on carpets laid with signs of vandalism, but as we progressed, the human trail itself, faded away thinly.

In the first few hours, we also play the chatter, but gradually we all have a smaller mouth count.

Through Mr. Lexington, we found that the map in the mansion was poorly obtained, but as we moved it, the map at hand was useless.

You know, too much remodeling. Mostly, maze.

Unlike the dungeons, they are not afraid to be exposed to wind and rain, but they are too large in the mansion and even suspicious if they are progressing.

Fortunately, Mary, who has the longest experience as an adventurer, is constantly creating maps for me as a mapper, so I get lost and whiteboned in the hall! That seems inevitable, but I think it's pretty hard to find the girl who got lost out of this.

You can't do that, can you?

Alone, level of turning back in five minutes.

"You better help Miss Pecorino."

Hannah snapped as she put her index finger on her lips.

She's right.

At least it's impossible for Twelve Little Daughters to hide alone in such a disgusting mansion without any guidance.

"Not running away from home, incarceration. Is that it?"

Mary looked sad with compassion for Pecorino's cheapness.

I, in one way or another, think pretty dry.

It is unlikely that Pecorino will be found alive, I think.

But if it's simply a kidnapping, you must be asking Mr. Lexington for a ransom.

Speaking of which, he also said that it was as if he could not come up with the cause of Pecorino's disappearance.

Hmm. I don't feel like the big reason we don't know yet is hidden in this matter. That's what I'm talking about, and I can't get back to you.

"Hey, what do you think of Victoire on this one?

"Hmm? That's easy. Pecorino was exposed to the bad guys! My sword of justice slaughters them! That's it. Anything else wrong?

Who the hell is this guy messing with?

Too muddy in the head.

"Master Hilda, Master Hilda. Don't argue with your daughter."

"What!?

"Can you throw an egg and break the wall"

"Uh."

"I mean, that's what I mean"

Really? You're a lot too, aren't you?

"Speaking of every once in a while, is it time to get a little hungry? It'll be lunchtime."

Victoire seems to have wrinkles between his eyebrows and hands on his stomach to cut it off.

That's all beauty can be a picture. Hey.

The stomach on its thin, creased hips doesn't seem to pack much.

We made a cut in the corridor that stretched to the right room.

Check your pocket watch, oh. This should make you hungry. Lunch time had passed and it was only snack time.

"I walked a long time. Guys, is your body okay?

"You knightly thing, don't be bitter about this"

Hannah's on her way.

"Me, too, not yet."

Mary is showing her room to care for everyone.

She's a lot tougher on her ankles than she looks, isn't she?

As a matter of fact, I, I just had a bit of a daily inanimate and tight.

I've been walking for almost seven hours already - and in the meantime, I only have two unclean breaks, and I feel like a pretty forcible army.

Am I heretic?

"Looks like this mansion is quite a search. Don't push it on the first day. Today, I make a suggestion that you should rest early!

That's what Mary suggested as she glanced at me with chillaries. Thank you.

I don't have any particular objections, and for now, we'll all split up and start making lunch.

On the carpet, place a simple burner and set the pan kettle so that it can be cooked.

Mary's Zach is handy.

I'm happy for a powerless woman to be able to ignore and save mass.

I'll give Hannah Maru to anyone who thinks about these sorcery tools.

"Hannah makes fried zucchini and onion bacon."

"Hilda would like some soup. I just need to get back to it. Shall I turn it into baked goods... Tori, Bubba, and Mushroom."

I will begin to rinse the pan with the soup I made. By the way, Hannah and Mary handily cooked. Women's power will be tested, won't it?

Secondly, when I looked up, I saw Victoire moving his gaze restlessly, keeping his hands shabby.

"Wow, what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to make? Hey, hey."

"Lady, please be on your perimeter. And don't let the forks and spoons get stolen."

"Wow, okay. I'll take care of the dishes."

"Haha, it's an important job. Phew."

Don't make it a subtle hub, Mr. Hannah.

That's it, lunch is done.

After I prayed to God, ladies and gentlemen, I can't show you. It seems to be a glitch. Of eating. That's it.

Hi, when you're just a woman, the modus operandi still gets cluttered.

Why not?

It's a complete meal at the speed of light.

All of this was a lot of good. Kep.

Flip over the bed and rub your stomach. Sasushi.

Come on, I ate too much, but you don't have any particular problems, do you?

Oh, and then, if there's a man who's good with alcohol now, I don't have any complaints.

"Hilda, as soon as you eat, you'll be a cow."

Grab your arm and loosen it so Mary can blame you for the lawlessness.

No, I can't. Move it. I'm having a rash in my stomach right now.

"Daiji-kun. I like cows..."

Besides, my grandmother taught me to sleep right this way because meat on the contrary is good.

Even Glamour Hilda. I want some more breasts, too.

Mr. Klund will welcome you when he arrests, too.

Do you want to sleep while Hannah prepares tea after meals?

Yes, this is only a hypnotic sleep. I declare that it is not the book sleep. Gu.

"Hilda, tea is here."

Mm-hmm.

... Hey, were you relaxed?

I wake up in Hannah's easy-going voice.

Sleeping alone is still a rush.

Klander, let's get you home soon. Let's see. Whoa, whoa.

"What are you barking at?"

As Victoire breaks his knee on the carpet, he makes a shocked voice as he leans over the teacup. Never mind. Because it's just a lonely cry.

"Hilda. Come on, drink before it gets cold. Hannah's brewed tea is delicious."

It's Mary. It's our Ron.

It's extraordinary to have tea after meals and crispy baked confectionery.

Enjoy a delightful chat while enjoying the rich fragrance.

There is an empty moon in the pond of the courtyard, visible beyond the glass.

It was already sundown a lot.

Hannah put the fireplace fire in, so it's very warm indoors.

"But even if you walk around the mansion vaguely like this, you just eat your time"

Victoire looks troubled, frowning.

Hmm. Something just broke in with momentum and nori, and you're not thinking about anything in particular.

It's a no-plan.

"Haha. So, Hilda, your first move is a no-future."

Shut up, little girl.

"Oh, wait a minute. Then I have a plan."

Hmm? What is it, what is it?

Mary smiled invincibly when she took the box out of Zach.

Hehe, cute.

She will work out the clay that was stuffed inside the small box to create one person after another.

Together, as I watched the work, coincidentally, about five mud dolls about my knee length could be raised.

Merry, when long golden hair is removed from the cartridge, is cut into several pieces and embedded in a mud doll.

What, whose hair is that? Maybe you're not cursing me, are you?

"No, I'm not. This is Pecorino's hair. This way, and then these kids will walk around the mansion and find Pecorino on their own. Eh."

Mary flatters, crushing her stiffness in her mouth, cutting her index finger with a knife, and dripping blood smudges on the mud dolls.

Oh, it's moving. This is the power of alchemy, isn't it?

"Guys, you're a good boy. Find out who owns that hair. When you find it, come and report it. Well, let's all work together and hang in there. Yeah, yeah, ooh."

When Mary issued the decree, the minigolems, like the highly skilled soldiers, left the room in a regular motion.

"Yeah, that's amazing. That's Mary. Do it."

"Uhm, pretty good stuff"

"Do it."

When we all compliment ourselves on letting go, Mary starts to flaunt herself with her fingertips as she twirls her hair, looking illuminated. It's bright red in the light. That's right, you're a friend of my heart. All you have to do is continue to do your best while waiting for your prey to be netted.

"Then we did what we did, too. Keep talking until you go to bed."

"We've been talking about this for a long time."

Something like that, but Victoire also makes it feel more relaxed than usual. Hopefully we can crack it down a little on these occasions. Adult women are busy every day, so I really need to take care of my relationships.

"Let's talk about the first time we all had sex."

"Nha."

"Ma"

"Hey!? What are you talking about?"

Oh. Dear Trinity, I scream with a surprise look.

Uh, because of that, you want to get excited about this kind of, uh, no talk.

As for your daughter of your age.

"Uh, maybe Mary.... yet?

"Not yet."

I think it's suspicious where it gets muggy.

"I'm ashamed Hannah is still a virgin. Hilda is unlikely to live up to your expectations."

"That's why Hannah's still a girl. I wanted to talk to you."

"Because all you have on that side is written knowledge. I'm so, so sorry. But Hannah will be using your stories as a reference."

"Yeah. Then let's cheer up the adult tale with three adult ladies - Oh?"

What does that mean?

Something keeps Victoire annoyed and he's not joining the conversation.

This could be.

"No way, Victoire. I can't believe you're a virgin at that age. I'm sorry. I waved an insensitive story.... let's not talk about it. Let's talk about everyone's favorite animals."

"Bubba, bubba, stupid. Ah, haha. You can't be a virgin at this age."

Oh, look at that.

"Is that true?

I nibble.

Dry laughter is also exceptionally delicious.

... This guy is going to be able to jerk off with this stuff overnight.

"Right. Victoire in particular is eighteen this year, isn't it? It can't be inexperienced at that age!

"Oh, yeah. You can't be a virgin at my age without experience."

"Yes, it is. For the most part, you are so beautiful, so the experience of love is natural enough to be loaded in the car and put in the ascent."

"Oh, yeah. That's right. Well, when I'm in the capital, I'm hot and hot, and I can't even cut off my lines."

"Even a woman like me, who entered the monastery, was called out during the service, so your beautiful Victoire has a wealth of romantic experience that burns her breasts, right? Oh, I'm so jealous."

"Oh, yeah. Exactly. Hey, you were young, I was back then. Haha ha."

"... my lady,. Already around there."

"Huh? What's around that? I was super hot, huh? I don't know how long it's been a cliché, but I don't know what I'm going to report to you. I mean, there was so much going on out there that Hannah didn't know! Ho, it's true!!

The more you deny it, the more you lie.

Well, I guess it's a lie.

"By the way, when was your first etch?

Victoire's movement has stopped completely.

The sweat makes your forehead perfect for your forehead, and it's stuck.

I don't know what to do, I wonder how many are average. I know what you're thinking so you can take it.

She is desperate to ask Hannah for silent help.

In the end, I'm counting on you, lady. Well!

Whoa, that's a block sign!

Hannah, in our invisible position, I instantly opened my five fingers to show them.

Victoire's face dusts off.

Normally, I think you told him that the first experience was that fifteen was average.

Um, Reiki obedient love.

Shall I stop poking around here for you any longer?

"Five!

Is it stupid?

You're a real fool.

I declare confidently with my right hand finger open.

Oh, I get it.

You're a virgin, aren't you?

It's nothing to be ashamed of. Up.

"Hey, wait a minute! I'm not lying! Fuck, he's experienced!

"Victoire. Hey, let's calm down. I wanted to do that for the first time since I had someone I liked. From now on, you have a way to go. Don't be in a hurry, okay?

Whoa, this is Mary.

I'm going to care, but it's a diagram of you totally making a little fool of a virgin ah!!

A hand resting gently on his shoulder is once again vicious.

To this, Victoire, a chunk of self-esteem, is also going to be too humiliating for his head to hoot?

You will? Ahem?

"Ugh, I'm not lying! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! She's a grown woman! I don't even remember you making fun of me!

"I'm not fooling around."

"Well, that face is looking down."

Don't look down.

Well, don't do this any more. Screw you.

Your rectus abdominis is screwed off!!

"Master Hilda. Don't bully your daughter too much any more. Hannah gets angry sometimes, doesn't she?

...... hahi. Excuse me.

I felt the constant pressure to blow all over my body and felt the underlying fear.

Oh, my God, this kid's eyes are serious.

Ugh, I'm a little too well.

"But... Without joking, physical compatibility is important in couples' lives. Vee, don't try. I thought we'd get married."

"Oh, compatibility? What do you want me to try?

That's right. This girl is bright red to her ears.

You're really intolerant.

"Oh too. Hilda is too nasty."

"And leave this about the stupid story. Let's discuss our policy beyond tomorrow."

"I thought you started talking."

Victoire has a few tears, but it doesn't matter.

"Actually, I think you all have Pecorino in this mansion?

"What do you think? Hannah is hiding somewhere."

"For besides us there are traces of some more people entering. But if it wasn't here, I wouldn't have a clue."

"Uh, aren't you there?

We come up with messy opinions for a while, but they don't come together very well.

If Mr. Klund is here, he'll decide to spa me.

After all, we need someone to take leadership.

When I realized it, time had passed considerably.

"Shall we rest now?"

I went with no one.

Huh, you're just a little tired.

Unlike wild weather, you don't have to worry about rainstorms.

We can't do it if we want to continue our exploration at night, but besides ourselves, it looks like we have suspicious people in our midst, and we won't have to risk wandering around forced.

This room is like a big room, fortunately with a big bed with a roof sitting on it.

A little, it stinks of dust, but if you put up with it, it doesn't seem to have any particular problems.

Until dawn, I decided to sleep in pairs for about five hours at a time.

Me and Mary go to bed first. Later sleeps are Victoire and Hannah.

As soon as the night breaks, you're leaving.

I wonder if I can sleep well with my mum.

I'm a delicate touche.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Shall I just leave one before I go to bed?

"If you ask, there's something out here that you don't understand, so be careful."

"Oh, what's that..."

Victoire's face was so blue that it could be seen in the dim.

"That, don't you know? They call this a haunted mansion, don't they? Anything, Mr. Lexint's grandfather said he was cursed by a large number of people for buying commercial grudges. So they built an extra mansion like this to trap the evil spirits they possessed."

Mr Lexington hid it, but this is true.

I also checked with Bishop Marco, so I'm pretty sure.

It was also in the church dossier.

By the way, the loan was turned down. Chi Chi.

According to the information gathered, Mr. Squano is releasing a large number of monsters he has caught in the dungeon at the deepest end of the spectrum due to banditry. You're a very annoying person.

"Or go home. Can you stay here! I followed you because I heard you were exorcising villains. I haven't heard of evil spirits coming out. I'm not listening!

"Oh, I didn't say that."

"Lady. What do you say? Besides, I haven't decided to leave yet."

"Ugh, it's a lie. Oh, that's it. I guess you're having fun threatening me again. You're a mean one."

"No, that. I'm not lying."

Mary puts her face out of the blanket, and she looks sorry.

While I look around, Victoire's face turns white like paper.

Oh, you don't need bleach. Well, believe me, too.

Can't you?

"By and large, Victoire must be proud of his arms, isn't he? What are you afraid of?"

"Yeah, 'cause it's obnoxious. My sword might not work for Obake."

"He said it's okay. By and large, what do you think I'm for? I'm a Romless monk and a professional in sacred sorcery. Ghost is like a bonus point that emerges for me to eat. Even if it comes out, it's a little choy."

"Oh, yeah. Hilda was a Sister! Then you can rest assured."

"Yes, sir. Leave it to me to get rid of Obake. Instead, when the physical monsters come out, we ask for them."

"Ugh, yeah. If the sword works for you, I'll handle it."

When Victoire suddenly regained his energy, he slapped his chest and brightened his face.

Oh, boy. You're a messy little kitten.

I said good night, I prayed to God, and then I laid my hands on the yawn that was behind me, next to Mary, who was resting so long.

Oh, I don't know.

Wearing a blanket all the way to my head, relaxing, the content of the two talking in a whisper came into my ear to fly.

"Hannah, you're not leaving me. This place seems more dangerous than I thought."

"... ah! Hey, can I go check on the neighbor? About an hour."

"No, you can't! Go away."

I wonder if you're okay, really.