Dungeon+Harem+Master

Last reveal.

The punko team, led by beautiful girl Sister Hilda, has entered the Squano Mansion, which repeatedly builds crazy additions, in search of Mr. Lexington's daughter Pecorino, one of Silver Villago's leading greats, who was not.

Heavy wars, fierce wars, another fierce battle. Repeating the battle to wash blood with blood, wielding and releasing the linguistic trap from the wisdom sac, we finally reached a suspicious room, where Pecorino would be caught. Huh, long? Then be concise.

Boss, I'm in your room! The trio of helpers were killed instantly! Hilda, pinch!

That's it.

"What are you talking about? Look at that, Hilda!!

Wow.

React to Mary's hurried voice to face reality.

In the center of the open room, a monster stood like an idiot, wanting to turn away.

Is it about the size of Mary, Hannah and Victoire's shoulder car?

His whole body is wrapped in green mucus, and he's a people-shaped monster, pah.

The head is a tultuous bald head with the mouth protruding forward like a turtle hash, a bit funny.

But the lukewarm red eyes reveal a lot of types that are unlikely to communicate. Well, I'm someone who can't have fun chatting, this.

Um, neva neva.

I wasn't expecting it, but as expected, Victoire is stuffy at the rear.

I'm peeling my white eyes and blowing bubbles.

You don't have to be so welcoming.

"Ah, do your daughter Crab's mane again. I don't know, man."

I don't know what to do, this.

There are suddenly non-combatants out there before the war starts.

I feel manipulative malice......!

"I can't help it. We'll do it alone."

Oh, what a comforting word.

Mary has no dust in her usual awkward sensation, pulling out her hips dagger.

Um, you're the kid to do it when you do it.

Mr. Hilda, I've reviewed it, about Mary.

All right. I'll pick up the bones for you.

When I pulled out the wand, I made a choke in front of my face with my left hand and I preferred the decision line.

"When I leave the recovery to you!

"Hilda will fight too!

Uh, seriously?

Mary's eyes are luminous with extreme tension and excitement.

You're not going to get away with it, are you?

In fact, I'm sorry about the joke.

God, have you created such an organism for some reason?

I curse you.

In the first place, this mansion itself is a giant box built to seal the curse on Squano, who has buried numerous merchant enemies to build tremendous wealth.

We can conclude that the monster in front of us is a remnant spilled from that huge aura of malice.

Even squishy cusps are this overwhelming presence.

- Still, we have to do it.

Oh, really? Well, what great god did you just talk to?

Mary swings around and throws a flask at the monster.

A drug named Monster Earnnar, who made a fool of someone like him, has been hit.

You don't have to! I don't know if it's my turn. Ho, I'll stroke your chest down.

Do you? Monster, I'm pimping.

Mary looked blue and ran away.

I'll hide in my back.

I missed it! Don't shield me!

You have to.

Finally, it looks like the time has come to take off this gorgeous veil of my divine sorcery.

"Special! Purifying Magic (Holy Banish)!!"

Wave your wand to manifest a miracle in the name of God.

The tip part of the cane is embedded with a sacred treasure ball, which is a first-class item purchased by letting my parents say something to their financial strength.

The hexagonal jewel struck out a circular ring when it glamorously emitted a bright white light.

The halo made a noise with the shrug, breaking the monster's neck root with a span.

There is blackish blood gushing out like a view and a fountain.

A carpet on one side of the perimeter turned into a guchug of vidavida, as flooded.

Wow, that's so disgusting.

The monster's head stops at my feet when he falls to the floor and rolls a gobble.

The gaze is staggered.

The monster's head.

Ni laughed.

Your spine freezes.

Giaye eh!!

"No, ahhh!!

Mary, peering through my shoulder, sparingly exposed her white legs and kicked her ass.

The neck, when it hits the pawn and ceiling, deforms and crumbles like it hit a mud ball with a gutter.

"It looks scary."

I'm scared of you!

Hmm. But I think I managed to get rid of it.

Sasu, Hilda. You're too strong, aren't you?

Hehe, the strongest.

When I am intoxicated by the almightiness and the beauty of victory, the torso of a monster who has lost his neck becomes frozen. Here, when Dawn and I fall.

Get lost? Won't fall?

Bullshit!

'Cause what's with the neck?!?

You're gonna die anyway?

You know, everyone says, "Ha-wa, that's Hilda." "That's amazing, Hilda. Make me a child." "What is the arm so far? Sounds like I need to retrain my knights, too." The commission will also be yours, Hilda...!

No neck. The body is gone.

"Done!

Hannah's voice from behind. So you just disappeared?

Seriously, I regret it. I brought you here, Cotto!

A neckless monster that I should have knocked down from the front.

When I turned around tempered, there, Victoire, blindfolded, stood his sword as he roughed his nose.

"My lady - it's my heart. We'll see about that in the meantime."

"There's nothing you can do without getting into my eyes!

"Go, go, go. Young lady, that's cool!

"Ha-ha-ha. Damn!"

Hannah whistles her fingers, hounding her dog.

Victoire rushed out with his golden hair soaked, rushing straight to the monster and slamming his long sword in the hanging.

Mulberry, and the monster were cut off and cried to the left and right.

"Huh. No other love"

A maid in a blindfold with her legs on her body and a smile on her face.

Hannah said she and I looked at each other. Show off your thumbs up.

That's right, you seem to have a day long for your poncho daughter's maneuver.

That's Hilda, too. Feels like she's been deprived of her shares?

"Um, Hilda. Victoire's amazing, isn't he? You were very active when you fought the elves, weren't you? See, even the warlord killed that pale one."

I don't know. What is it?

"Yeah? 'Cause you were there then, right?

Sorry. Me. Because I was boiling pasta.

There's nothing better to eat on the battlefield than Peperoncino!

Anyway, I don't care what's past.

When you defeat a boss, it's natural nature to have something in that room.

Sa, find it. There's got to be something!

Treasures, treasures, treasures! And with the clue of my runaway daughter?

"Oh, Hannah, I found it -"

"Hi."

Zuko!!

When everyone tried to search the room, Hannah found the girl lurking in the closet without even reading the air. I won't allow it, I won't.

Pecorino was an adorable girl with curly golden hair twirling, just like a portrait.

But think calmly, there's no way you can hide and live alone in a mansion like this for months, is there? There must definitely be a mastermind that took her. Thank you. You are forbidden to be alarmed.

"I'm good at hiding places."

Hey!? No one wants that kind of och. Bye. How have you lived these past few months? Please provide a satisfactory explanation.

"We have been working at Girl Scouts for about six years. In particular, there was no disability. There are monsters here, but the area of appearance is limited. Besides, it's indoors, so the rain storm will shine. It's comfortable."

If you take Pecorino's word for it, she's been sleeping in one of the mansions ever since she left the house. She could see from her own notebook that she was extremely intelligent, had a complete idea of where the monsters appeared in this mansion and had definitely avoided the danger.

"Water has wells in the courtyard. However, the food, as usual, was sneaking out of the mansion and buying in the city."

She said she knew the only way out of the mansion she knew and was free to go in and out to avoid security notices. It was a minor mistake to reveal new sightings, wasn't it? We checked out one of the rooms she had been sleeping in and found traces of her use for quite some time, to our certainty.

"Really? My father..."

Ah. Speaking of which. It was home. Should I ask why or something?

I'm not personally interested.

"I'll ask you for once. Why did they run away from home?"

Pecorino was nagging and pushing silently.

Hmm. I prefaced that I wasn't interested in anything else.

All you have to do is detain her, protect her and hand her over to her father, and you'll get a gratuity.

"Pecorino. I don't know what happened, but your father will be worried in such a dangerous place. If it's hard to do, we can help you as a church, so let's go back."

I speak with a loving good face.

Be open.

You can jump into this busty chest and weep, ho ho.

Hmm.

Right now, pussy. Pfft.

...... chip.

No problem. Nothing. Me, I don't know why, but for some reason, you're a bad coward for a young kid or a kid your age. It's very popular with your uncle.

"Sa. Pecorino. Hilda, you said..."

As Hannah always did, Pecorino, so far uninterested, reacted when she went into the follow.

"You're a maid, but you're an adventurer? You're young. Just like me, I guess."

Hannah is twelve.

"Oh, really? Well, we're the same age."

Yikes, a nasty voice pierces my chest.

Hmm.

You didn't open your mind to me, but for some reason, you suddenly break it with that maid. No matter how much, Hilda is almighty, you can't pull back to your age.

But I'm kind of not convinced.

"I'm not jealous. I'm not jealous. I just found Pecorino safe, and I need to think it's okay."

"I'm not jealous, Mary."

Ho, it's true. I'm not jealous.

I just don't need the one that doesn't get to me.

"Where? Guys, where are you? Hannah, I can't see you."

An asshole knight is roaming through the room with his blindfold on.

Whatever you need, take it.

Either way, the request was basically accomplished as well.

All I have to do is leave this mansion as per Mary's log and send your daughter to Mr. Lexington. I just hope I don't get in any more extra way.

Also, useless threesomes are allergic to leaving them on the spot, so I threw them in the right room and kept them locked from the outside. This is the gentleness of the priesthood.

Depending on how well you work, I was also thinking about distributing the rewards, but there's no defense in that hospitable way.

I'll see you somewhere, too. Live strong.

After we successfully protected Pecorino, we continued our journey with astonishing patience.

The sun fell as I bent, broke, and proceeded along a similar corridor crossroads, and I finally had the illusion that I didn't even know if I was going.

If it took a day and a half to get there, the return would be just as good, especially if there was no obstruction.

Oh, it's like my feet are sticks. You're going to cry.

"Look, Mary, take a look. My legs are swelling with fatigue."

"Don't do it because it's impossible."

I pinched the hem of the monk's coat and showed it to him and he pissed me off. Yikes.

Where the same fatigue has reached its peak, end the journey.

We inspected the suitably sized room and decided that the place would be a temporary sleeping accommodation after we had been able to make sure it was safe.

I cared as much as I could, but Pecorino's kind of not well.

I'm sure it's depressing to be mad at your father.

I can't even do it.

But if you're sick of that, you'll have to live in this mansion forever. Real problem impossible. It doesn't seem impossible for her to have survival skills at your daughter's disposal, but it must have been only a matter of time before she was discovered when she was actually in and out of the problematic mansion to procure supplies.

We split up and had dinner. We made it.

Although I was concerned that Pecorino's food was thin.

If the night is deep enough, all you have to do is sleep.

As I listened to Victoire recite his own poems confidently, I was pulled from the back for a hard collar.

What is it? Looking back, Hannah has softly slapped me in the ear with a strange face.

"Master Hilda. There's something I want to put in your ear about you, Pecorino."

What is it? My voice will also be lowered when I am followed. Pecorino himself lay down in bed after dinner, so I don't even have to worry so much about it.

She's pregnant.

What do you mean?

Out of range of assumptions.

I thought it was slightly puffy - or because I'm about your age, but I didn't know you were a pregnant woman.

Moving her gaze, Mary shakes her neck vertically silently if she was noticing.

Is Victoire overemotional or is he occasionally shrugging his shoulders into small pieces with tears in his eyes? Self indulgence, good job.

"But whose baby is it?"

"Hannah has more opinions."

"Yuri"

"For one thing, pretend not to look. Two, pretend you don't know. Mitsu, pretend not to notice. What makes this measure outstanding is the nice thing about not deciding to end all of it from the beginning......"

"That's enough. It's quicker to wake up in person and ask."

When we woke up Pecorino, we asked as gently as possible to ascertain the authenticity of things. However, although she admitted the fact of pregnancy that she was much more stubborn than she looked, she would never try to answer who her father's name was.

Nothing, I'm not bullying you, but she kills her voice and cries when she sneezes at you with a younger face that corresponds to her age.

Yeah. Isn't this making me look like a ghost?

Oh, Mary and Hannah turned a blind eye at the same time. That's sloppy.

"Don't you need to know something else"

Victoire, who made a noise and closed the book of poetry, lays down his long lashes.

"The request will only be to find her and turn her over to her parents. It has nothing to do with me to pry into who my belly child is."

If that's what you say, it is.

I don't want to be told by someone who was caught up in intense self-indulgence.

"So keep up my wonderful poetry."

I'm sorry, but I don't even want to hear any more about your boring poem.

Let's go to sleep. Let's go to sleep.

Hannah, me and Mary are going to bed first, so please keep an eye on me later.

"Ma, wait. This poem is really moving from now on..."

Good night. Gu.

"My lady. Hannah will let you hear it right, so stop forcing people who aren't interested."

"Hey, I'm not interested. There 'll be a little bit, won't there?

'Cause it's stale.'

"... so much?

"Yeah. As criminal as that is."

I felt like I heard Victoire sobbing at the entrance to my dreams.

I really don't care.

Fluffy, falling asleep.

I like this feeling.

A floating sensation that makes my head boggle and my whole body in bed.

It resembles the feeling of weakness after we love each other.

Keep your eyes closed and simmer the warm sea of soup.

"It's time. Wake up."

Ullah.

I was woken up by Victoire, whose eyes turned bright red.

It's time for a change, huh?

I, adjacent to Mary, sat in front of the fireplace and began my sleepless turn.

Nevertheless, I still sleep.

Check the pocket watch at hand, it's still a long time until dawn.

If you feel heavy on your shoulders and move your neck, you're about to get a sleepless merry.

Well, he's a weak kid at night.

"You can sleep. I'm awake."

"Mmm.... sorry"

I blanket over a merry round like a cat. It's cold.

Then, firewood the flames of the burning fireplace in front of you.

Chitty, chitty.

The orange fire is dancing smoothly.

I wonder what Mr. Klund is doing right now.

That's weird. Even though I'm not so rusty when I'm always around, I just feel like I want to cry knowing I'm far away.

But Hilda's adventure is over.

I'm sending Pecorino over for a gratuity.

There are plenty of kids in the house who can help......

No, I think it's bad too, the bet is.

It's just, there's nothing more I can do when I think that the copper coin in my hand will come back a few minutes later, multiple times more gold coins. I can't stop myself. I can't stop.

That's crazy. I didn't even want to see the race when Mr. Klund was around. I don't know, me, I wonder if something's wrong.

When I was alone that way and bored by the profound troubles, I could see the blanket on the bed, stirring.

That's a pin.

I try not to deliberately take my gaze off the direction of the fireplace so as not to worry about the moving shadow.

But the back sensors, they don't miss it.

Uh-huh. You're deciding that a very moving object is something I haven't noticed at all.

A fool.

At the same time that the shadow, softly, laid its hands on the back door.

I took my back in a natural motion like a flowing wave.

"I wonder what you're doing. Pecorino."

Bathroom, sir.

"There's no toilet ahead. The only thing in the back room is the costume."

"Wrong. I sweated, so I tried to get dressed."

"At midnight like this?

"Yeah, I kind of lost track of you calling me to the dance party."

"With such a stomach?

You can't miss anything this time of year.

Shall I talk to you for a second?

I took her in front of the fireplace, trying to pinch her cat's neck.

Pecorino is hardening herself, whether she mistakes being reprimanded.

I wonder if I'm that scared. Hey, shock.

"You know what? I don't mean to be angry. I just want to know why I didn't even look at this dangerous time and thought I had to run away"

"Sister is."

"Yeah?"

"I don't suppose Romulanism will allow abortion"

It had the eyes of a stranded lamb.

"Belly baby, do you want to flush it?

Pecorina nodded with a crying face when she looked up.

I was baptized as soon as I was born, and when I was five, I spent time going back and forth from my parents' house to the church.

Especially in the church, a woman like her who conceived an unjust child comes countless times sneaking her eyes. Many of them were unmarried daughters and all the cornered who lived with unwanted children. I grew up being taught that being given a child is a honorable thing. In particular, Romlessness admonishes abortion as a felony. I guess she's a devout Rom. I can't even find someone to talk to, and I can imagine how much that distress would be if I thought I tried to escape my parents and lived in hiding for months.

"I don't know what to do......!

"But you're going to give birth, so didn't you leave the house?

"The truth is, I thought I'd hide somewhere and sneak it into the water. But I don't have a twat, and I don't have anyone I can count on. While I was lost, my stomach grew bigger and bigger. Sister, I don't know what to do anymore, I'm good, I don't know."

"You can't talk a lot, can you? Well, I'll ask you some questions now. If yes, shake your head vertically, if no. Yeah, a tattoo. Because Mary is completely asleep. If you're worried, why don't we make sure? Hey, Mary, are you awake?

"Freshly baked... hiccup on a hole bear... crap. Munya......"

Holla. She's totally asleep.

"Here we go. Beautiful Sister's confession - hmm. No father's name?

Vertical.

"Having that child annoys you, or anyone else?

Vertical.

"Are they close to you?

Vertical.

"Is that what happened when there was love?

Lateral.

"But you want to give birth?

Horizontal, swing to vertical.

Hmm. Okay. This sounds like a pretty tight circumstance.

I sighed when I tongued my heavier shoulder.

Farewell million p (pounds).

But if Mr. Klund was here, I'm sure he would do this.

"Er, I've decided. Pecorino, I'm not sending you home."

"Huh."

"In the name of God, I decide to protect you in the Church"

"But, Sister. So you can't get a bounty from my father."

"Money, what the hell! There are things in this world that are much more important than money."

There is, isn't there? I'm sure. Hey?

"Sister"

"I don't hear any more right now. Have a baby in peace in the church. Take the time to think about what to do after that. At least I won't let you go out in the open until the baby's over and you're settled."

"But now I have trouble with Sister..."

"There's no such thing as a story about an unclean world that has nothing to do with the life you're born with."

I gently stroked my head as I wet my teary pecorino eyes with my fingertips.

I guess I was really so anxious.

She screamed and cried.

Oh, all right, all right. Whatever it takes, cry in this busty chest.

Goodbye million p (pounds).

Ha!? No, Hilda. Think of such uncleanness.

Now forget about the million-pound dollar.

- Millions.

Spare me.

Oh, no. When I thought about it, I cried and cried.

Don't be afraid, it's the power of gold.

"Hilda"

"Was it happening, Mary?"

Raccoons don't sleep like ladies, do they?

As I am solidifying in a suprising pose, she grabs both shoulders as she tides her cheeks. Well, the grip. Shoulder pain.

"I'm sorry. I was listening to you pretending I slept. But I'm impressed...! Hilda looked like the first expensive Mr. Sister. That's right. It's more important than money!

Um, it's stressful Mach when you're too close to your face, even though you're of the same sex.

"I'm impressed too, Hilda. I don't know who you are anymore. How dare Pecorino not reveal the name of the father of his belly child? I was ashamed of myself thinking that if I found my runaway daughter and returned her request as it was, the request would be completed, etc. No matter how long it takes, why don't we fix her problems with our hands. That's the right knight's path."

"It's hard, Hilda. Hannah, I'm impressed. Together, let's face the irrationality of the world!

Guys.........!

Victoire and Hannah, who should have been asleep, are radiating hot aura from all over their bodies surrounding me and Pecorino.

That's right!

I can't believe money is tied to crap!

I noticed something much more important than that!

I didn't save her heart, so I thought I could preach God's love!

We are, always, protected by the vast boundless love of God and the world!!

Thank God!!

"Ah, but don't pay back the money Hannah lent you with Kitin"

...... chip.