Dungeon+Harem+Master

Adventurer Mutual Assistance Citizens League Authorized Cooperative.

Commonly known as the Adventurers' Union (Alliance).

It is one of the best authorised unions in the Kingdom of Romles, with Adventurers Union Chairman Guildmaster as the eldest daughter of Uncle Andrew, Vallantine de Barthelmy, and victoria de Barthelmy, who concurrently chairs the Silver Villago City Council and acts as territorial defense agent.

In this city, speaking of guilds, I referred to this by excluding countless disturbing Swordsman guilds, sorcery guilds, merchant guilds, etc.

Officially, more than 10,000 recognized union members alone, with a wide hem and a century-long history, have rooted countless roots in the city's overall economy.

Without adventurers, this city cannot do it. From half-sided, hard-working citizens, they can all only be floating grass operations. Even with a good face on the surface, it came to this day without deodorizing the frigidity that is often frowned upon in the back.

But there was a turning point. The adventurers led by Victoria in the attack on the barbarians last fall, the so-called Step-Elf War, were quite active and contributed to the defense. Quite a few human beings lost their lives by throwing themselves into battle, and the damage done to personnel was remarkable when it comes to the operational side of the Union. It was in the soldiers in the realm she had that she could not put on as many hairy complaints as they could to presume Victoria, who was still young, as their chief, although all the sober rough people with no defense anywhere to turn.

At all times, her power to be able to move at least 100,000 troops at one fingertip is far more terrifying than a lord who doesn't know if he will stay in the king's capital and return every few years.

Now, when she assumed the chairmanship of the committee at the age of twenty, the "White Fiery Light," the clan of the largest faction with more than a thousand personnel, had been rubbed by a wave of soldiers from head to head. Initially, "White Fiery Light" defied Victoria's life all the time, as it boasted of our existence.

To this, she is the one who doesn't have the nasty sensibilities to chew on the edge of the handkerchief and cry over the meso. Not to be licked from the start, some parts would have felt, but the number Victoria moved to crusade this bounce was over 70,000 at that time.

The soldiers, wow, how much! Gear that made me think, I rode into the dungeon continuously and quickly flattened the clan "white fierce light” that was relaxing on the low tier. Victoria finally got the spear when she confirmed more than 70% of the casualties in the clan.

Since then, I am glad to say that none of the adventurers have openly ignored the life of the President of the Commission.

However, it was before the two names “Wuyingjie", half full of harmony to be given to travelers, were known to the world.

To begin with, it was like the street name given to the master who led the leading clan, which the adventurers had somehow spoken of each other. It was Victoria who coloured it. She pulled the five heroes wearing colorless crowns up onto the stage and distracted herself from revitalizing the dungeon. If an adventurer dives into the labyrinth, finds treasure, and judges the city, gold makes a sound like fresh blood, and runs through every corner of the body called the city. If the money moves, taxes fall. Therefore, the territory must be enriched for the sake of clan prosperity. With that expectation, the adventurer who leapt on the stage was called as if in awe and respect. so-called,

“Brave” Alexei.

“Holy Knight” Bridget Fortune.

“Wolf King” Theodore.

Pumpkins.

“Necromancer” Gomorius.

These were the five.

Only Alexei and Bridget were relatively submissive to her in this.

It is in the past form because the fact exists that Bridget's insubordination of the union has become more pronounced since the end of the step elf war.

This was also a headache event for Victoria.

Three days have passed since New Year's Day, and the union held a massive rally, arguably not in the last few years, as it celebrated the New Year.

Nevertheless, it is difficult to secure a place to accommodate more than 10,000 adventurers, as well as the aftermath of the price hikes of recent years, the basics being the leaders of each clan and the convocation was limited to the subs alone.

"Oh, that's a lot of people..."

"The clan alone is over a few hundred."

The collector had taken Artemisia to his deputy to participate in the union's tournament. Renting out the assembly hall of the Crow Crown Hotel, which boasts one of the city's best histories and traditions, there was a dense crowd of unreliable people with both one- and two-habits. The swollen men are hissing thickly at the signs of the aftermath of the war.

(I wonder if you have a young daughter. No, you're hardly there. What a high old man rate. I'm getting dizzy. If this is the case, I should have skipped it for some reason. What the hell, Al's one. These days, more young adventurer girls have managed to lie)

When I looked up, the middle-aged men with skinheads leaning in perfect and reapers-like economic ills entered my sight.

They wrap their arms around each other and do it with thighs.

It is a venue with no room for cones.

I wanted to move the place, but it didn't work, and nature, the acts the men were doing jumped into the eyes of the collector.

They're rubbing each other's groin puffs in a rough breath.

Let's just say it's a stray behavior. In too many cases, the vaulted brain was about to cease its activity.

"Adon, you shouldn't. Everybody's gonna notice."

"Hehe, what is it, Paul? I made it so hard. She shouldn't..."

Skinhead began to lick his mouth close to the ear of the reaper man, whether it would be or not, as he roughly exhaled his breath like hot air in this cold.

I hear a sticky noise. A young man next door noticed the two acts and had cutthroat eyes like a frightened puppy. Sudare, who is looking at the young man with a snuggly eye and raping him from behind, wants to lick his lips pepper as he moves his long tongue. It's the eye of a hunter after his prey. The collector, to add and subtract too much anomaly, almost lost his mind.

- This is Hatten Yard!

When the collector peeled his white eyes, he sincerely hoped that the wrath of God would embody him and burn down his roots inside this venue.

(What the fuck! Are these the rats? A meatball and chawessen grabbing tournament in a sacred venue! Give me a break, I'm feeling hungover here!!

The collector, remembering the severe chest annoyance and immediately pulling Artemisia's hand, retreated backwards as he thrust the crowd forcefully.

"What's going on all of a sudden? If you weren't here, you wouldn't hear the lesson of Adventurer Union Chairman Guildmaster."

"I think I'm gonna throw up"

"What. So you're human and you're feeling bad?

"I've seen the creepy mon and the halibut is going to rot!

"Suddenly what? I wish I was in a bad mood today."

"Please, let me fix this for you."

"Something I'm not sure about again...... Here, grab it."

Bring it to Artemisia's body. She screamed briefly when she rubbed her chest, confused by the crispness, and looked frightened that she couldn't help it.

Artemisia's outfit of the day hides her face in a hood, wearing a loose robe in a light green. Apparently, he doesn't want to be made noise by being senselessly aware of his existence. No, the dragon-killer name value hasn't fallen yet, and it seems to be just a good nuisance for Artemisia. Nevertheless, I do not feel that there is a problem with wearing heavily armed armor at all times.

The collector, as he escaped from the crowd of adventurers, reached the rearmost pillar and took a big, deep breath.

In my head, the sight of the earlier faggots banqueting in hell comes up one after the other. That's how intense the impression is. Don't be afraid, you men.

"Damn. Kimee, you faggots! Don't come out of the nest, dammit."

"Does my stomach hurt? What do we do? Let's go home today."

"Al, comfort me with your fuzzy chest."

"Shit. No, you can't. What are you thinking? Here, don't put your hand in the hem, don't.... I shouldn't.... Oh, no.... 'Cause I can't....... eh. I said no."

The collector tried to push Artemisia against the wall and forced her to start snagging. Apparently, because of Victoria's climb on the stage, the corners of the room were becoming some sort of blind spot.

From the nearest side, it just seems that the collectors are forcing women to attack. The adventurers are pushing forward and further to hear the lesson of Alliance Master, the chairman of the Alliance of Adventurers, who stands on the stage. Some seem to be aware of the rear assault, but it is basically non-interference.

Artemisia's blonde hair is lusciously disturbed and her breasts, even from the top of her clothes, are rubbed slutty and reshaped. From the long beauty, when the sweet voice on her nose began to leak, a voice of majestic restraint was called to the shadow that had become one.

"You wicked bastard! Where do you know this place? - No way!?

The man exclaimed, shuddering nearly a hundred and ninety lengths as he cut his grey hair short and distorted the nose beam through it.

"Captain. No, this is"

Artemisia rushes to poke the chest of the collector to fix it.

Eyed at the smelly colour of the woman, Antoine Bodwan, head of the Knights of the White Cross (Sanctus Knights), blued her complexion like paper, scratching her finely crafted glasses.

"Al! And you. Once again, you! I don't care how many times you chop off that bare neck of yours to humiliate my Al this daylight grandiose! Fix it there, you bastard!

"... er, in which?

"You! You said Klund or something! What do you mean I haven't forgotten at all, you son of a bitch! It's Antoine from the White Cross Knights! I know I saw you in my office last year!

"Hey, calm down, Antoine. That entanglement is almost madness. Ho, it's been a long time, Mr. Klund and Mr. Artemisia."

Royk Maxwell, the staff member, is tightening up Antoine, who gets caught up in madness. He was puffing his barrel-like body the same as Aye, and soaking sweat on his forehead, even though it was winter.

"Oh! I remember you. You're a barrel brother."

"Come on, you're rude! It's Loyk, Loyk."

"Oh ho. I wish you'd remember."

"Right. That was Loyk. It's the same around my stomach."

The collector pulls up Loyk's belly meat with both hands with a flamboyant face.

"Ugh. I want you to stop pulling."

"So you say it's rude!

"So, gradually this makes me feel comfortable......! That's a lie. Oh, Mr. Artemisia. Even if you look so serious, you'll have trouble coping."

"Get off me, get off me! Royk! I have to impose sanctions on this man -!"

"This Magikichi, it is desperate. Sorry, both of you. Now that I calm down responsibly, I would like you to give me some respite. Ugh."

"Look, Al. Look at this. My fingers sink. It's so lard. Funny."

"I told you not to!

It took enough for the four of us to calm down. Without having anything to do with that, Victoria on the stage continues to talk about her teachings with no end in extension. The listening adventurers began to see the colour of discontent.

Among Wu Yingjie, to Alexei, who was the only one with a face, is the end of a burst of sleep with his nose floating in the arena seat in the front row.

Did you just feel any worse than this, Victoria's sleeve waving her long tongue on Nori, pulled by Radek on the top of the Buddha by the side.

"Princess. That's about the foreground."

"Excuse me."

Once Victoria stopped talking, she looked around at the adventurers under her eyes.

It was what I had imagined, but Wu Yingjie's gathering was bad. You didn't have any particular plans, Alexei is the only one in attendance at discipline, but you don't have the appearance of Bridget, who should be called a child.

In fact, Victoria's courage had fallen significantly since the Step Elf War. The reason was the great ugliness of corrupt aristocratic politics in the castle, which appeared on the table in such extreme circumstances.

Grain run-off. Embezzlement of war expenses. blatant edge deceased registrations that were constantly taking place.

Further, the castle soldiers are expected to lose, and the fact that they secretly sent a surrender letter to the barbarians to secure their own status has been overlooked.

Bridget was probably the most noble and proud knight Victoria could ever know. Too clean, she is a lady who is brave and resolute to this extent, but almost perfectly capable of dreaming of a man who shows mercy when he is a Virgin to the weak.

Especially in this step elf war, the wear and tear rate of her led clan, the "Confederation of the Holy Knights," was significant, exceeding thirty percent. Most of them, the muscled cleanliness habit of choosing self-harm to avoid enemy degrading, had emerged a kind of chastity similar to a different doctrine, so heavily chastened by virgin legions.

Victoria had a proven track record of sheltering since she was commissioned at the diocesan church in the King's Capital, but to this end, halfway,

"Betrayed"

Strong feeling.

(That child had a verse about justice in himself that was unusually restrained. Being distanced in this situation is quite painful to be honest......)

Such a thing turns my head for a moment.

but there are still about two large handkerchiefs left here.

One is Alexei, a brave man certified by the Kingdom of Etria.

And the other is Simon Klund, the lord of the clan Dungeon Master, who needs Artemisia du Berkour, whose two names are becoming entrenched: The Dragon Killer Virgin.

- If raised well, these two will be a great force when it comes to dungeon management.

In particular, the power of Simon Klund is unknown. Victoria's aim was to successfully attack the dungeon with his power, and to gain the hidden "treasure of the Romless” at the deepest level that no one could have achieved, waiting for the opportunity to ripen and devour into the battle for succession to the throne. Since the inauguration of the Adventurers' Union (Guild) in Silver Villago, Victoria has been thinking about a major development in its policy of activity to date as it marks a centennial milestone this year. There are three new rules she announced at this meeting:

One. Every clan must report the current location of the hierarchy they are attacking to the Adventurers Union (Alliance).

Two. Every clan is obliged to report on its achievements in dungeon offenses on a regular basis, and for a certain period of time, inactive clans are denied authorisation and henceforth are denied entry into the city.

Mitsu. The Adventurers Union (Alliance) doubles the purchase price of all information in the future due to its dungeon strategy. It should be noted that the sale of false information, irrespective of its ascending or descending status, is punishable by severe penalties, including capital offences.

"Oh, my God, well..."

"Location reporting is now mandatory, huh? What's in it for us?"

"But we're happy to raise the price of buying information, right?

From the adventurers, a whale-wave-like blurring was born doggedly. Specific among these three points was a single, currently location-reporting clause. The adventurers had more obsession with Ments than they had to. There are not many verses in the office that even those who face each other from time to time want to know where they are attacking.

They are, moreover, the seeds of our own rice, because there is a lot of danger of putting our lives at risk over treasures and materials. Because if a clan with obviously low strength or a small number of members is urrowing through the bottom tier with a high degree of danger and a lot of treasure left, it could be baited by a large clan with only a large number, called the so-called snotty big bears.

"I'll tell you what, this is a decision, not a proposal. Anything you disagree with, you may return your badge on this occasion. As a consideration, we will refund you an amount commensurate with your adventure."

Victoria walked up with golden hindsight in a shining pure white long-handed bag. The characteristic eyes connected like cats shine invincibly. Confirming that she had no particular objection, she boasted to Leopardo, the butler who had refrained behind her, that she would carry a giant poster and make the inscribed letter in its center visible to all.

"Oh, here we go."

The collector stopped teasing Antoine, who was still bitterly staring at himself, and glanced at the paper stuck out right in front of the stage. It is a tough piece of paper, as if it were reminiscent of a copy paper. In this world, unlike modern Japan, precision papermaking techniques have not developed. It was understood that only the whiteness and beauty of the paper were expensive.

"... hmm. But I can't read."

Words are the treasurers who cannot understand what is written even when they speak. The word butt had a bit of a mix of loneliness.

"I didn't know you couldn't even read such a simple letter. Klund, it's a sin not to learn. If you're an adventurer, you can't do it, throw it from the start, and so on. If you don't keep learning, Al will be ashamed to be with you."

As he scorned the zodiac, Antoine laughed with her nose, but explained in detail what it meant to be written. The root is a kind man.

"Apparently, you're announcing the position of each clan in the current dungeon"

"Stupid......!

Artemisia had opened her eyes with a surprised look and was shaking her cheeks fine.

"What's so amazing about that?

"The tactical information that has been hidden so far has been exposed during the day. Now, the Wu Yingjie who have been sneaking around in Shikoshiko are tear-eyed, right?

"Apparently, the top seven most offensive clans have been announced. The Alliance Master, chairman of the Adventurers' Union Control Committee, also does what he thinks. Al. From now on, there will be more applause for the harshness of adventure than ever before. But don't forget. Me and you are not just friends in the White Cross Knights. Yes, from now on, you can rely on both public and private..."

Antoine tries to hold Artemisia's shoulder, distorted by the dsaxa, but she skilfully turns it around, causing her to come out in front of the possessor and bring her body. The right hand stretched out into the void is vain.

Loyk put his hand on his best friend's shoulder and shook his neck left and right.

"My eyes were Antoine."

"... shut up!!

It should be noted that currently the top seven teams in the dungeon are as follows.

One. Sixty-two tiers. Clan "Eye of Darkness" Master “Magic Guide the Great” Pumpkin.

Second place. Fifty-four tiers, Clan "Etria" Master “Brave” Alexei.

Third Place. Thirty-eight Hierarchy, Clan "Saint Knight's Union" Master “Saint Knight” Bridget

Fourth place. Thirty-two tiers, clan "Necromancer" master “Necromancer” Gomorius.

Fifth place. Twenty-sixth hierarchy, clan "Wolfhead" master “Wolf King” Theodore.

Sixth Place. Twenty-four Hierarchy, Clan "Golden Wolf" Master, Binlich Littel.

Seventh. Twenty-first tier, clan "Ethereal Wings" master, Lucia Panilla.

"Is that it? A golden wolf?"

"It's the clan I was in once. Now, I didn't know there was a difference between us and the superiors so far."

Artemisia gave a complicated look at how she felt backward about leaving the clan on her own in the middle of nowhere.

"That's stupid, Klando. Why are you taking such things lightly into your mouth without regard for Al's delicate feelings? Oh, I still can't leave you to such a fool. Al. No, Artemisia. Please, I was wondering if you could take me seriously again."

"I can't."

Artemisia cut and threw away the re-confession Antoine had made with considerable courage.

"... kaha"

"Ugh! I'm intolerant, but I have no choice. Mr. Al, you're already married."

"Huh?"

Antoine, who was falling sideways. When I heard Loyk's words, he jumped like a springy doll.

"Hey, Ma. You're lying!? Oh, you're lying.

"I'm not lying. Oh. Mr. Al. He's Mr. Klund's daughter-in-law. You two are a couple? Keep it?"

"Lies, you know. Ha ha. Let's not, Loyk..."

"But it's reality! Oh, are you coming? Are you hot?

The collector spread his hands to the left and right to do a gesture that would describe something as neat as an American.

Loyk nodded slowly with a sadly double-jawed meat bump, loose, and a zen monk-like outlook on anomaly.

Occasionally, Antoine's neat appearance distorted and her eyes glimpsed sadly like a deer who now had Hunter's hunting gun.

"What the...! Oh, my God, this! Oh, my God, this! Why, this!!

I don't know.

The collector grabbed his shoulder and slammed Antoine loose as he gutted.

"I'm sorry, Captain. Last year, I was officially married to Klund. The delay in reporting was certainly a lack of courtesy, given our previous relationship. Mm-hmm. After I settled down, I was going to invite all the members of the White Cross Knights to make an announcement. Well, I told Loyk, but you didn't ask."

"Loyk, you're lying, right?

As he searched for his last base, Antoine's eyes swung toward Loyk.

"Sorry. I totally forgot."

"Ohhhhh!!

Antoine screamed violently with her head in her arms and then ran away from the spot.

"What was that, that guy? Is that Magikichi?"

"You don't have to worry about it. It's just, like, a head sickness."

Artemisia looked at Antoine's vanished door sadly with a stunning expression, only seconds before leaving.

"Right. I hope it gets better. Take care and tell him."

I don't hate Mr. Al's lack of forgiveness.

If you are completely oblivious to the implications of this meeting and are interested in finally talking about it in the rear, the circle of adventurers ahead falls apart. Apparently, at the end of an important announcement, it was the carriage of dissolution.

"I don't know, I don't know. It was a meeting. I'll never be invited again."

"That's because Klund hadn't heard it in front,"

Artemisia sighs, as tired as she is.

"You can ask Nelly later. Eat some meat. Is Loyk coming?

"Hmm. I'm happy to invite you, but we're here on official business. escorts and other miscellaneous services. Antoine, who abandoned his mission, must also be searched. You two, have fun."

"Ooh. I'm gonna go fuck myself"

"Already, Klund."

And, although good, the smile doesn't disappear from Artemisia's face. Lightly, when I tried to tuck the treasurer's shoulder, from the stream of dissolution, a funny young woman, such as your wife, approached me to see it.

"Um, aren't you, like, Klund?

"Huh? Oh, well, yeah."

From what I've seen, is it around the age of seventeen or eight? The flowing long dark hair extends to the waist and is tied with a pink ribbon. She was a beautiful girl with tough eyes. In a dress based on blue, with a shorter sword at her waist and one of her squire, she took the hand of the treasurer and let her face shine.

"I knew it! Have you forgotten? It's me. It's Lucia. How was your girlfriend then?

"Oh, yeah. Uh."

"Crando. I wonder who that lady is. I'd like you to meet me."

As soon as possible, Artemisia's face turned into something harsh like a ghost. Was the girl named Lucia natural, not even the presence of Artemisia roaring beside her, waving her gripping hand up and down with a boom, and laughing at her innocently.

(Lucia, huh? And I don't know. Absolutely, I don't remember...!

"Oh too. Have you forgotten about me? I saw you in the dungeon, didn't I? You did carry a girlfriend named Reese. Since then, I've been wondering what happened, and I've been looking for folds."

"Reese!? You, maybe we met on five levels... No, your brother lent me his sword."

"That's right. Yikes! In Russia. I had an adventure with you in your Lucia. Oh, you finally remembered."

The name of the girl that the collector finally dug up from his past memories belonged to a bona fide aide, who once met him on the road carrying a wounded lease, a homunculus, in pursuit of Mary, who had been taken away, when he contended with the alchemist Fulcanelli.

She was a rare being who cooperated, free of charge, with what could be described as an almost exhaustive devotion to a uniquely knowledgeable collector.

But Artemisia doesn't know that.

For her, Lucia was nothing but a little hateful little girl who smashed up a situation that could have made us two for a long time.

"No, you had a name just now. What do you mean, 21 stories already? That's amazing."

"Oh no, it's just a magre. Oh, I really didn't feel comfortable meeting you here today, but there are some good things about it. Oh, we're staying at this Crow Crown Hotel all the time. If you don't mind, how about dinner tonight? Let me treat you to the fullest. Wow."

"Hmm!?

Lucia left the scene waving her hand as she kissed both cheeks of the collector in a very natural motion. It is an aggressive chew from a beautiful girl. I couldn't help but have a bare cheek.

"Ah, haha. He's a tough kid. Is that it?

Seen, Loyk had already eaten the wind and dispersed, and only the figure of Artemisia remained in front of him, radiating an aura of anger, like the Real King, the righteousness of anger.

"Right? I wonder what you're angry about. If you have one, you can say hello to the Romless."

"I don't know!

"Ah! Could you be jealous? He said he wasn't. She's just a facial acquaintance. It's not like she has a beautiful relationship."

"When did I ask you that?

"Ah, haha. But I was wondering if Al wanted to know."

"Though a couple, they're familiar."

"Sonnya..."

"Who's Reese?

"Ah. That."

"Apparently, we need to discuss this carefully. We have to report this to everyone."

"Yu, forgive me"

"There's nothing to forgive. We are family. Then you won't need to hide anything. Have them talk about everything. Have a relationship with that woman. Of course, not a single step outside today."

Artemisia told him that with an awesome smile.

Feeling life-threatening, the collector followed his instincts and kicked the floor like a bullet and flew.

"Hurry up and run!

"Let them get away!!

Most of all, it is not Artemisia who escapes his prey so cheaply.

She jerked off a strong tackle to her hips just to miss her runaway keeper.

When the collector clashed his forehead on the floor, he saw the explosion of the birth of the universe in his brain.