Dungeon+Harem+Master

I was drawn back to reality by the signs of pillows.

Rise and shine in relaxation. As I was scrubbing my eyes and biting down the raw yawn, Mary with a fuzzy look was watching the universe with a decent eye.

"What are you doing?"

"Pee."

Uh-huh.

If you ask me that, I've held it asexually.

I also unexpectedly remember to urinate and shake my body, blurting.

"Me too, go"

"Ico."

"Yeah."

"Are you awake?"

Turning his face to his voice, despite midnight, he's smiling briskly, stopping the knitting stick Hannah, who was somehow full of energy, was holding in her hands. You were knitting a sweater because you got out of hand.

"Ugh. Sorry, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom"

"Oh, I'd like to join Hannah -"

A semi-awakened merry falls out of bed uneven. When I took her back, I turned to Hannah, and when I made the call, I turned to impure.

Oh, speaking of which, what about Victoire?

Turning her gaze, she was rowing the ship on a chair with her arms around her.

"If it's your daughter, I'll be fine for a little while."

Hannah wanted to stretch.

You're tired of sitting around, aren't you?

"Yukoka"

"Yuki."

That's what happened.

The bathroom was also beautiful as the Squano Mansion was newly built.

When added in order, jobble and clean with drawn water.

Even if you know you're never coming again, you're embarrassed to leave your mark.

Mary stays half asleep and hits me on the back, too. Well, it's usually heavy.

"Hey, look"

"What?"

Hannah is on her way to me to go back to the guest room and try to devour some more inebriation.

As I watched what was going on inside as I diluted the bathroom door open, Victoire, who was unwittingly freaking out his whole body, awoke. He's the one who does it in his sleep, isn't he? I don't know the official name.

Victoire was often confused, coveting, but when he returned to me, he moved only his face to the left and right, making sure no one was there.

Oh, you're so scared. Something's teary-eyed.

"Well, why isn't anybody here?"

Green eyes are lurking.

Kind of cute looking like a toddler.

Ma, that was all a joke earlier, and should I stop pushing you any further?

That's what I thought and tried to get myself out, and I was held against my shoulder.

Why not?

Hannah narrows her eyes like a prank as she waves her index finger in front of her face.

Oh, what. What is it?

"Ugh, whoa, whoa!

"Mm-hmm!!

Hannah suddenly sounded strange and danced into the guest room in a threatening pose.

Victoire also peels his eyes and makes strange cries. Mary doesn't wake up. Big guy.

This will stop your heart through fear.

Hannah laughs by the way if she feels comfortable, keeping her hands on her hips, and decides to wink.

"Dot, my lady. Are you awake?

"Hey, hey."

Victoire lays face down with her shoulders shaking with a mess.

Wow, I'm irrelevant.

"Huh?"

"Why are you doing this? Whoa!? Don't be surprised. No!!

Victoire waved his hands and began protesting with half a cry.

"No, I thought it was funny"

"I wasn't funny at all!

Hannah is satisfied.

"Don't forgive me. Damn it! Damn it!

"Oh, my God."

Hannah squeezes one eye with the petticone as she tongues out.

No, it won't be good. It is.

"Yusa nigga!!

Less excited, Victoire's headdress came off and fell to the floor with Pawn.

Yes, it is!

After this, we were all snubbed by Victoire, who regained our sanity.

You don't care about me. Whoa!

I decided to take a slightly quicker but alternate watch with the Victoires, who were prevented from sleeping half way through an otherwise unreasonable winding.

Yeah, yeah, drag the couch down the ass to the front of the fireplace. Made of superior leather, it swallows this body, smaller than average, at ease. Floating the image of sinking into the Zubuzubu and bottomless marsh, he snuffed every shnup for the cup at hand, in particular. Regardless, it is assumed that it is not nice for a religious person to have a preference for pre-construction alcohol, but such a thing has nothing to do with it. In this cold weather, I can't even chat and drown my favorite partner, Mary, more than giving up her role and sleeping "Kuka-kun" around in a blanket.

"So, as a natural right, I'll let you have a drink"

I feel a strong sense of pride when I drop alcohol from my throat to my stomach.

This is the most fun in the world, no less than gastronomy and sex.

Uh, shush.

Think of it, even in the church dorm, we had a little fun stealing each other's eyes.

The little cordura had become angry with her eyes sankaku when she felt a little smell of booze in her wake-up prayer.

I entered a monastery that I didn't even like in the first place because I was tired of the breathlessness of my parents' lives. Father and mother, if you look at people's faces, you say, "Go to your daughter-in-law, make out with them," and so on. Besides, all the elderly nobles I will introduce you to are likely to ascend soon if you get on and wave your hips. No. Me, to tell you the truth, I didn't really care how a man looked or how old he was. Still, you don't feel like running a newlywed life with yourself and your fifty years away old grandfather, do you? There will be degrees. At best, you could forgive me, up to about thirty. 'Cause if you don't, you can't have a lot of fun.

Oh, what are you laughing at?

After all, you can't drink alone. I lost control.

You should drink a lot of booze.

Something's suddenly creeping up the rustling.

I want to see Mr. Klund asexually.

Why do I have to wrap one of these, raunchy young maidens in a haunted mansion? This way, my chest is bitter and my eyes are flooded with tears.

This is because of alcohol.

"Oh?"

With that in mind, relaxing, the blue and white light plunged in through the window on the side of the courtyard.

Hey, let's go to bed.

Yeah, that's good.

I beat Merry up and woke him up, and when I asked him for the rest, he wandered off a lot.

Sleep a little and you'll wake up drunk. Munya.

Munnya, munnya.

"Oh, my God, Hilda! Wake up, wake up!!

"Cancer. Hey, what? What?"

Mary's metallic scream caused her upper body to rise from the couch.

I can't grasp the situation. Okay, what? Already.

My heart is holding more and more festivals because of the alcohol I drank last night.

Yeah, sounds a little disgusting.

When I cast the antidote magic (antidote) to remove alcohol, I shook my face like a dog up from the river and pointed my eyes in the direction of Mary's fingers.

If you look, you're watching what's going on outside while Victoire and Hannah stick together in front of the door that leads to the hallway. I don't know, a customer. I also got drowsy. Yeah, I'll check.

"Hey, what are you doing? - You two."

"Haha, Hilda, good morning. You know, maybe, but he seems like an enemy."

Hannah, my neighbor brought me a simmer for the recommendation, it feels like a light.

Huh. Well, that's not bad.

"It's a bucket thing. Look, Hilda."

Yeah.

I don't want to see it like that in the morning.

I stepped myself out of the door gap as I pulled Victoire's big ass off his neck like a turtle child.

In the middle of the hallway, just a twist.

Something elusive to describe is sitting there.

That's Amebagel, isn't it? The color looks cloudy yellow with the morning sun reflecting.

Dungeon Isn't that the common star seen in the low hierarchy?

Kiyobi, no one will be surprised like this.

Well, Victoire, the super knight, he's gaggling for some reason, isn't he?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That's why I'm in trouble.

"Come on, lady. Come on, let's do it with a sword we're good at."

"Mm, Muri"

"Ha. Why? Hannah, I know. That's a monster that's not usually strong. Isn't this the time when the very top of your young lady, the caution stick, will be revealed to the world?"

"Well, that's why I can't! I hate a lot of things."

Oh, Victoire collapsed on the spot without losing his sword. Now you're really a weak maid!

"Haha. Earlier, jam toast sounded delicious."

"It's not the same with jams. I came here because I heard that the bad guys were living here, and I didn't know how to mess around like this."

"Do something there"

"I can't. Hard stuff only"

"I'm in trouble."

Apparently, she can't physiologically do jelly monsters.

Hmm. This is unexpected.

You've lost your hips, you've been exposed to chills and ugliness. No, you shouldn't.

But, but.

Here's a great thing called Hannah. Yes.

Come on, let's do it.

"Uh. I can't. 'Cause the color of Hannah's attire, look. Isn't it black?"

Hannah pinched the hem of her skirt and let it spin gently with a crease.

So what.

What do you want?

"Isn't orange in black the worst shade"

I don't know! No way!!

Oh, gel matter hit me while I was talking about it.

Hilda, big pinch!

Not if you say so.

More and more spreading Bironobu!!

"Eh!

While I was wandering, I sprinkled the contents of the flask that Mary had in her back onto Amebagel.

Cuckoo.

and the white vapor stood around along with the sound of the monster's epidermis burning.

Mary slammed the engraved amulet of the curse into the hallway, and when she smelled the spear from the laid marble, she slammed it on the amoeba gel.

Gel was tattooed in the middle of his torso, rolled into the corner of the hallway, spreading in liquid form and dying.

"Monster Earnnar is very poisonous. Hmm."

When Mary repositions her feather hat, she shows her white teeth and smiles.

Shit, that's cool......!

It was the first battle that made the three of us recognize that we had no part to play.

I won't lose next time. Probably.

Once you have repelled the mighty monster well and then have a brief breakfast, you will start your search again. I will if I do. A host of harsh adventures. Everyone's fatigue was trying to reach its limits, but one thought. Find the lady Pecorino. Hildegard, the apostle of love and justice, doesn't lose about this.

"I mean, since yesterday, you just walked indoors for a little dinner to get rid of the trinkets,"

Hannah, don't say anything that makes me feel bad.

"Aww. Well, don't be pompous, Hilda. It's terrible."

Still, this mansion is bigger than I thought it would be.

I thought I went out to Shitsuji, everything in the direction of travel was walled, or if I climbed the stairs, the ceiling was up ahead. Isn't it a flawed home? You should demolish it in the city, like this.

The offense should be gradually progressing as you go back and forth...... right?

Again, it's lunchtime to walk for quite a long time and where the sky sun has come over your head.

Even though I have already walked for five hours, including a small pause, I do not meet anyone.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

"Lunch served with stewed hamburgers and eyeball roasted potato flakes. Corn potage soup, white bread vegetable sandwich. White wine for drinks. Let's all have chocolate fondue for dessert."

Mm-hmm. Lunch was up while I was washing out the problem of going deeper.

Oh, my God, are you working people?

"I'll have Hilda do most of the dinner."

Mary went with a hamburger on my dish.

Ugh, hiccup. If this happens, I'm gonna drink the soup all by myself.

"Oh, too. Whoa. I won't lift the torso with my bare hands. Oh, my goodness."

Whoa, oh, it's hot.

So I'm full of lunch. I feel like I ate too much yesterday and on track.

That's it, this is this.

"Oh, this is delicious."

The after-dinner sweets are chocolate fondue.

Tickle each seasonal dessert in a sea of soaking chocolate in a cup boiled in a pan. Cookies or even too much bread. The unsweetening sweetness from the use of crumbled sugar punches the brain with a gatoon.

"Mmm. Fairly delicious. Your daughter needs to eat more and more."

"I'm good. I'm useless. Eat even grass......"

Victoire, who is a little mentally dangerous, is hanging around holding a knee kid and putting out a chan aura. Is he capable of the release system? It's a hassle.

Hannah is nibbling and pressing her chocolate cookies.

It's not an animal, so I don't think I'd eat it like that.

"Um, it's not weird if it's time for results."

As Mary crouched, she stared jiggly at the compass in her hand.

This hexagonal board shows the position of the mini-golem that was released yesterday for investigation.

"What? What? Something's wrong."

"Yeah, that's it. Most of the golems are in strange positions. Perhaps the only thing I can think of is that this mansion itself is possessed of powerful magic and drives my technique crazy."

Mary put her index finger on her neat lips and, um, strapped her neck. Sexy, huh?

Shall I give Mr. Klund a try next time?

It's fun to keep watching Mary's annoying, but it's troublesome that the Alchemy Dolls in the Pledge of Request don't work. About one of them has been posing before the fight.

Thus, when I was worried, I felt signs of an organism sneaking from behind.

Is that the guy with the wisdom eye?

"What are you talking about? If it smells like this, everyone will notice! Get down!"

Hiya.

I was forced to pull the hem of the monk's coat and fell behind.

It's terrible. I get cobbled up.

When I saw it, the beast that flew through the universe and attacked me was right in front of me, pounding my teeth.

Oh, no. I'm going to die here. To, I have to run.

"Apparently, they pinched back and forth."

If you notice, our party was pinched back and forth by a monster that suddenly revealed itself. Spare me.

"Lew Crocotta!!

Mary stifled her face and screamed.

On the face of the hole bear, the lion's tenderness and torso.

It's about the size of a lova, but the evil that emanates from your whole body is quite powerful.

Besides, the teeth peeking through my mouth ripping right behind my ear seemed vicious and extremely sturdy. Blurb.

I was denied exit. Fuck!

I already have a showdown when this happens. I, um, put up my wand with force, hiding behind Dr. Victoire's back, shielded her.

Come on, let's do it.

"Heh. Heh. If you're not a cub, you're not my enemy!

As Victoire pulled the knife out of his hips, he danced to the forward Ryuklokotta as he rolled up the hem of his skirt. Yiyan.

Fierce fighting begins in the present.

All we can do is wish her well and pray to God.

Good luck, heap knight......!

"Not Hilda! Back, back!!

Heh? Oh, speaking of which, was there another vicious one?

Oh, well. I rattled my bees and sturdy teeth like a castanet, well.

Come on, now it's time to fight without joking. Yikes.

- My Hannah is here.

"Oh, excuse me, Master Hilda. Hannah, my shoelaces are loose. Nsha, Nsha."

Hannah ahhh!?

Oh, I'm going to end my life getting my head gutted by such a hole bear guy, aren't I?

Oh, no.

I haven't been so decadent as to crush my hips with Mr. Klander yet.

I wanted to be a baby boy!

God's fool ah!!

Crouch down and close your eyes and wait quietly for when you are summoned to heaven.

... that. That's crazy. No matter how long you wait, Angel Gondola won't come down ringing the bell with Ringone Ringone, will she?

"Are you hurt!?

Open your eyes to the voice of a young man.

There were three stranger adventurers unleashing arrows while covering us.

Lew Crocotta twists her neck as she looks depressed at the arrow standing on her back.

Chance!

"Special Hilda Strash!!

Momentum and full swing with magic on the wand.

I've been aiming too hard. The blow took care of Lew Crocotta's leg well.

Mary jumps on me and takes the gobbling rolling distance.

And then, I didn't have much to do.

Three boys arrived in Lew Crocotta, who nearly collapsed out of balance.

When I look up, Victoire, who cut off the head of the Hole Bear bastard, is invincibly chewing with his restored confidence face.

Hmm. I want to know what defeat tastes like.

This is how I cut through the second pinch with unmatched strong luck and charisma.

"We came to this mansion at the request of the union, Clan“ Red Wind. "I am Ginnias the leader. Say hello!!

Bandana tightened to thin brown hair and the boy in thin breast plate named well.

This is who you are opposite Mr. Klund, isn't it?

The other two are hectors of axes. It was called Shankel the Bowman, and he was a good young man with a nice face who looked hot.

Ginnias is sixteen, Hector is eighteen, Shankel is fifteen, and you look the same age as us.

Hmm. No. Though I also have a husband, it's not like I can't help but be gentle with the young, naughty boys. If you ask me, they also took Mr. Lexington's quest to continue exploring the mansion for the last half month or so.

"You guys aren't just girls, either. One thing here, why don't you join hands with us! What, no matter what monster comes out, I'll protect you, so don't worry!

Hmm. What a passionate eye.

This might be called Colo if you're single. The hypothetical story is pointless though.

Your subtle hands on your shoulders are aggressive and womanly.

"Give me a minute, please"

I shook Ginnias' hand off to an undisciplined degree and gathered my people to begin the discussion.

- Right. I wonder which kid Mary is the type of girl?

- Hey, what are you doing!?

- Hannah can be any kid.

- I didn't ask Hannah. I don't know if it's okay. Hey, hey, hey?

- Well, I have a cland, so stop joking.

- Hmm. None of that seems like a lot of arm.

- Yeah, yeah. I don't mean to hang out with you, okay? I'm just asking.

- So you don't have to ask me that, me.

- Chi. I really don't know.

- Huh, huh. Speaking of which, bowmen aren't bad. The part that seems a little delicate is good.

- Hey, hey. Okay, well, tell me later, just me. Right, huh?

- Come on. Mm, I'll ignore it.

- Please don't let your ladies get away with it. I'm gonna cry right away. Please be gentle with him.

- I'm not crying! Women's talk, because knights don't need it.

- Hannah is always on your lady's side.

We have concluded an important discussion that occupies the forefront of this quest and for now we have decided to join hands.

This is Hildegard, leader of the "Clan“ Virgin Union. May God guide you. "

I have decided to use the clan name now.

Upstairs, kneeling, and letting his feelings soften, the boys turned their cheeks red and turned away.

Cholo, no, it's them, huh?

If you're a hero, don't. Call him Cholo.

Cheerful at best. Ugh.

Growing numbers doesn't change much what you do.

It's just, look, I don't know.

I don't think it's very natural for a woman to act alone.

Of course, the presence of your Highness means that you are aware that you are a woman and a wife, and that you can act with greater moderation.

"Hey, Hilda. Honestly, do you think Pecorino's alive?

I've heard that Ginnias, who was walking next door, is pretty hard to answer.

No. In me, the answer is decided from the beginning.

I have a desire to believe in survival. But the reality is she'll be dead.

Mostly, it's pretty bad in this mansion.

I don't know if you're a bandit, but if you do, it's easy to get lost subtly, so I don't think an amateur girl can sneak in for days.

It's just... It's dead, by the way. Hey, aha. But you can't, can you? No, something about the first contact, they mistake me for a strictly honest nun... no, more or less it fits, but I'm more of a loved and tea system than a serious one. Because the character was solidified on his own, he couldn't let himself out. It's a dead matter, this.

"God is sure to protect her."

"... right"

I wish I could say something like that!

Oh, shit!

Awkward and looking forward, an axed boy named Hector is definitely approaching Merry. She knows a lot about men.

Sometimes, getting in touch with someone other than Mr. Klund would also help to enhance her human power.

It's a lie.

Something's troubling you, Mary. Because it's fun to watch.

Shall we also leave it at this?

"But you better be careful. Looks like we're not the only good adventurers in here. Rumor has it that" sick dogs "are repeatedly forming a party to get out and in"

"Um, are you a sick dog? What kind of person are you?"

"Neither do we, adventurers. But from what I hear, he seems to be quite swordsman. Anything, until ten years ago, he said he was a swordsman proud of his hundred undefeated fights in the Arena of Wang Du. So you stand by its merit and fail to pay for the elegance ordered when you served a certain nobleman? I don't know if it's true that when he left the King's Capital, he vandalized his nobleman's mansion in return for his interest and slaughtered and abandoned thirty of his angry lords in front of the south gate of the Romless Garden."

"Really?"

It's pretty frigid though. Hilda, I understand your sick dog is strong!

Huh, that's something I don't want to see if I can.

Not that big of a deal, not very much, but it's unlikely that anyone here will.

"By the way, can I ask you something, Mr. Ginnias?"

"What. Ask me anything? I'll answer whatever I know."

"Where the hell are we headed"

"... I don't know"

"I've been searching for half a moon, so I'm guessing it has some kind of star on it."

Ginnias turned that way and started whistling.

No, I can't use this guy.

"That was a short honeymoon. Breaking up here will be the tide."

"Hey, hey, wait a minute! Still, you just rendezvous!! That's not true."

I'm going to turn my hand around my shoulder, even if I'm familiar with it.

Even if she's a wife.

You can't use it. You look too lowly.

A man who can't afford too much can't afford it.

When I stared with contempt as much as I could, I let go of my hand like I was in trouble.

Not at all, no alarm, no gap.

"Hilda, come here for a second"

Or something like that, I hear Mary calling me.

"Wait, Hilda."

Leave the unconcerned idiot alone.

You're all gathered, like surrounding a crouched merry.

Turning her gaze, on the floor where she fell, yesterday she was shaky with the whole mini-golem she ordered to explore down.

"Probably in this room."

"What?

"The Great Original Place That Was Blocking Magic"

It is true that the room in front of us, unlike the others, was quite lavishly constructed.

And the door, it's so big!

The whole thing has an excessive sculpture by almost degenerative, with demonic disgusting monster faces emerging in both open areas. Yeah, I think I'm dreaming.

Boss, you're the one in the room.

Speaking fluidly, here, Pecorino must be trapped.

Tension runs on the same face.

"Hmm. Is this where the Great Tightening of the Evil Spirit lives... Evil Spirit!?"

"It's probably a noodle."

"No, uh-oh. Shit."

Something tells me that there are maids who are doing solo art in prosperity, but I dare not scratch them.

A bowman boy named Shankel is comforting a dodgy boy who sits up and trembles.

I'm not snuggling. Knock.

"So, Mary. Here first."

"Yeah, yeah, eh? Am I the first to go in?

Isn't that natural?

'Cause it's me, everyone's heroine Hilda, right?

Back there, good luck to you all.

Or something unsolicited, it's Theory who lets his eyes nod and decides to watch the game.

"'Cause when you're like this in a story, you're the first to get hit."

"Wow, Hido! You mean even if I get hit?

I argue as Mary puts her eyes in a sankaku and sticks her hands up. Hmm.

"Daijibu, daijibu. Even if Mary gets hit, I'll be the one with the most hindsight."

"... there's a chance that the last one is gone before you realize it. Look behind you. Speaking of which, what about Hilda? Isn't it the bathroom? What the heck haha. Like."

"Well, you can do it in the middle. It's selfish."

"Selfish is Hilda! I'll be the first to get hit!

"That's why I'm going to make you recover!

"That's not the problem. Oh!

"You don't trust my sacred magic!

"He said he didn't want to be hit!!

"Wait a minute, both of you. Why are we talking like that? At times like this, it's our job for men to take the lead!

and slap the chest plate while Ginnias shows a slightly white tooth to it.

Hector and Shankel seem to have no objection either, silently nodding.

Well, we had a wall.

I'm not fighting anymore.

"Come on, monsters of the Squano Mansion! Ginnias the Red Wind is your opponent!!

Ginnias pulls out his sword and puts it up high.

Three people kick open the door in a whim and stick it in.

At the next moment, I wondered if a big wind had blown from inside the room, and the brave man, like a cat child, was swept away with Pawn and clashed against the wall behind him and stopped moving.

... Hey.