Dungeon+Harem+Master

Escaped from the hands of Artemisian demons, the collector had succeeded in hiding himself in a single, Romeless cathedral located in the heart of the city.

"I don't know much about it in other countries, but in Romles, kissing deserves more foreplay than greeting. Look, Lord Klund. Raise your sides. Ugh! Fusa Fusa"

"Don't lie to me. I'm not that fuzzy. Ichichi. Hey, old man. Please don't stare so hard at people's sides. It makes me feel weird."

"Ugh! You creep! Lord Krund, you creep! That's awkward monk too."

"Sorry. Hey, I got a mess coming up in the morning. Oh, I'm sick, so I was wondering if you could take that face off and treat me."

"Think in common sense, the awkward monk's face is irreplaceable, eh!?

The collector retains the immortal crest Immortality Red, a cheat skill of automatic restoration of the house for the damage eaten, but the nail stabbed by the clap that fell, was subtly hard to reach, eating it around the back of his shoulder slightly below.

"As always, it's a mysterious skill. I don't know anything about such a powerful recovery technique."

"Well, that's good."

If left alone, the meat should rise and be pushed out of the mole, but it is the humans who want to pull it out early if they can. The collector, at the hands of Marco himself, the bishop of the so-called "Tsuru", supposedly the highest position in the Church, had let the nail fall out.

"Hey, I'm out. What do you know about awkward monks?"

"Don't be selfish. I wanted young Nathan to treat me, too. Come on."

"It's like an awkward monk asked for it. That's good! That!?"

"It's time you didn't hide it. Let it out. Look, that good squid sister and the trolls that seem to fuck me right away."

"Is that about Ilse and Cordura!? You think he's our kid? This isn't a bar at the end of the place!! Coco, this is a good time to be angry!

"No. I've been here a long time, so I want to see both of your faces, a long time."

"You're so selfish."

"... I'm gonna cry. I'm going to run around the chapel crying, holding my ass hole, and saying that the bishop forced me to fornicate you. Ola, call me soon."

"On top of that came Uzza. Well, that's fine. Today, I have a little favor to ask. I'll make some concessions."

(What's a concession?

Marco stood up loosely in a sumptuous monastic garment made from a seemingly expensive fabric to see, ringing the bell that had been placed on the stationery, tinkling. Today and today, worshippers of the new year push over to the church, and they don't even cut the pull. Marco, too, was a pretty good guy.

"Shiki-kun. I thought I told you many times not to call me when this shit was busy. About as much tea as you can fry in Temehe. I'm about to, seriously, hang up. I don't need it there, understand."

"Cordura, again you such a ruthless mane"

Sister Cordura, also known for her shortest attention in the monastery, appeared with her thin feet kicking open the door while holding the basin with both hands. She appeared in a frustrated voice as she made a nagging bear under her eyes, whether it was at the extreme of fatigue.

"Ahem?

Cordura tongued violently when she immediately found out that Marco's guests were the treasurers, just finding the source of all the hatred in the world.

"Oh, Cordura! You look good. Your makeup is sexy today."

"This is a bear. Bogus. I'll take you down, you impotent bastard! … bishop. Me, that's good, right? Next time I see this scumbag, I'll probably kill him. You want to tailor me so badly to a criminal?

"Lord Klund, before the Awkward Monk knew it, what did you do to this child? Whoa!?

"I just hugged her from behind for a second, boobs mommy and stroked her ass"

"Please don't. Hey, what!?

"Oh, I might have tried to put my finger in it, too. I was rejected, though."

"... I'll kill you"

"Oh, wait a minute! Wait a minute! Blade Wounds Shakedown is NOW! It's a know-how!!

Marco desperately stops with his hands wide left and right. but I can't see anything like that in the two heated up.

Cordura sat somewhat down on the couch for reception, looking like there was no courtesy or shit when he made a proper noise and threw a fork for confectionery on the floor. Abazzle women are also full of surprises. Most of all, it is the very existence of the treasurer who is angry with her.

"Ugh. Usually, I'm not like this. You're a good girl. No."

"Old man. Why don't you leave this guy with me for a second? I will teach a different and more obedient Sister than anyone else."

I laughed low as the collector carved a wild chuckle on my cheek that reminded me of a burglar.

"Oho. Oh, that's funny. I wonder if I can get on with scum like you."

"My twenty-eight sanch cannon is gonna spray fire."

"I'll bite you off."

"Oh, don't you both get on the table. Yes!! The marble I just bought gets dirty Ugh!!

As the collector took the rough eagle stand, Cordura eagled a crystal-glass tobacco basin and peeled his eyeballs off. If she is also clear, even though she is a truly beautiful form, once she has put the possessor in front of her, she will just rip her teeth off and roar like a hungry wolf. But Marco, who is picky if he preaches, managed to persuade both of them to elaborate on all the techniques he had so far mastered. It is, in a way, too much of an adjustment force.

"So, I'm going back to it. The beginning of the quarrel between Lord Klund and Lord Artemisia is a woman named Lucia."

"Yes, I am."

"Han. As always, chase all the women's asses. Really, scum."

"Ha, you're yoga with my finger tech"

"There was a ghero about to come out of your dirty hand."

"N and here......!

"Oh, oh, too. Don't fight. So, I'm a woman adventurer named Lucia, and she's there, Wakeari."

"What do you mean?

"She's actually a heretically certified person in the Cathedral of the King's Capital."

"Heterogeneous certification?

"Ha. Klund. You don't even know such a preliminary thing? So, how long have you lived? Really, mankind? Aren't you a bug or something?

"Yeah. I don't. So tell me what that means."

"Ha!?

The collector stared straight into Cordura's eyes as he sat back on the couch. He had the innocence not to falsify himself in order to beg for the teachings, even though he was certainly a crude and nasty person but honestly did not know what he did not know.

Cordura was waiting to mock this, but the keeper stared straight at him, and he sneered away.

Humans, when they are hit with too straight emotions, they are greatly distracted. When coughing while turning red, Cordura explained cordially and politely with regard to heretical certification as defined in the church.

"Do you mean to sum up Cordura's story about a man who twists and twists and preaches the teachings of Romulan religion and another, another racially dominated person who is not categorized by all races"

"Lord Klund is quick to understand. Around here, Godlam is classified as cult. That too, if you follow the original, the roots will be sought after by Romlesian branches. And the other, the presence of demons. This means the Demons, though hardly confirmed. It's called the Dark Families."

"Family of darkness, huh? Shit, that's a fantastic name."

"What was the concession you made earlier? I want Lord Klund to break one bone."

"Um, bishop. Can I hear this story?

You realized that Marco was going to do a pretty important story, and Cordura took out a tremendous attitude. She has a solid on-off switch to read the field air, even if it looks rude. It manifested itself prominently, especially only within her body, in other words evidence that she did not see the treasurer either with others, but there were verses she herself did not realize it.

"No, I need you to help me, too. Anyway, it's an order from HQ."

"HQ, is it?"

Headquarters indicates the cathedral and its centre in the unnecessarily Wang capital Romless Garden. Cordura's back also grew naturally crisp.

"Oh, my God. I suddenly put a line in my back."

"Ki."

"Don't mix Lord Klund back either. Look, Cordura. Because his little one is like an expression of affection. Please don't get upset."

"Huh. Actually, it is. Because I love you. Forgive me."

"It's me, it's you."

"Me too. But I'm gonna hold you because I'm cute."

"Then you're not stupid!? Don't say that in the face!

"I really love it. I love you, Cordura."

"Die."

"Uh, can we keep talking?"

"Go ahead."

This is what Marco talked about. The Romless middle-class nobleman named Lucia Panilla, the leader of the clan "Ethereal Wings”, who appeared earlier in the story, had received suspicion from the heretical council of the Cathedral Church of the King's Capital that, since last year, Marco had also turned several diocesan knights to investigate, all of which had been so far out of the news.

"What? Suspected of being a member of that dark family."

"A woman named Lucia is a dead man. In other words, there's a good chance you have a deal with a demon named Vampire."

"- Vampires. Are there any of them? This guy's a jerk!

"People who have made a contract with vampires are said to transform into dead people and to have strong immortality and immortality that they cannot hold in the ordinary. Yeah, Lord Klund was pretty suspicious, too, considering that super resilient, because that's unlikely at the point where we can get into and out of this church. Anyway, the ties tied to Coco are super powerful, because vampires other than Lord are a great technique to die instantly or at least always fall into inaction."

"Well, if that's the way it is, I guess it means there's certainty"

"That, a woman named Lucia. How old did Lord Klund look?

"Yeah. I guess, but it's not twenty, is it? I'm not sure."

"According to information sent by Wang Du, her parents still reside in Romless Garden. In fact, her brother has come to this city to confirm it, and has received reports that he is definitely the first to do so. Most importantly, the brother of Russia left the city and returned to the King's Capital, after which he was disconnected."

"Something's not clear. It's a mouthful. If your brother is wrong to see you, you're not fooling him."

"If the brother's words were true, a woman named Lucia Panilla said she looked the same when she disappeared thirty years ago and on the same dimensions"

"What!?

"There is no madness in the information that the church side has compared with the registrar in Wang Du. As a truth, the Romeless nobleman Lucia Panilla is nothing but a woman who was poor for her old age, which will be forty-nine this year. That was the result of the investigation. Awkward monks, too, saw it several times last year in a distance, but that only looks like a teenage girl, no matter how you look at it. I don't know who, but if it's just her appearance, she's heretically confirmed."

"But she helped me. You look a little different from your age, so how do you not have to do this?"

"Xenophobic certification, otherwise, does not only take the form of doctrinal pressures or demonstrations. Everything is the result of the importance attached to the protection of the property and life of the King's people. In previous investigations, when the Dark Families appear in human society, there is a hundred percent chance that they are killing innocent people. However, unless there is a confession when the evidence is in place, it cannot be called to a heretical inquest. Besides, because Lucia is not a civilian, but a descendant of a nobleman with a title. If you are forced to break in and capture it, it is difficult to smuggle. Send it to the law court in Wang Du as a proceeding and the surviving clan will criticize the Church without regard for the Ments. It's a complication between pre-construction and authenticity. Either way, the peace of a woman named Lucia won't last until spring."

When the treasurer swallowed the sawdust, he made his eyes black and white.

"Lucia, no..."

She seemed like a chunk of goodwill to me. He helped me dive the dungeon, lend me a weapon free of charge, and sometimes pave the way for the dew of an imminent monster. Now, I think the gentle words she put on the dying lease had no falsehood whatsoever, just bland sincerity.

"What are you going to do if she's that demon or something?"

"Then the story is simple. Her parents in Wang Du are not to blame. If you are certified as deceased, you will no longer be deprived of all your status as a human being. If the waves don't stand, they'll turn their hands around right up there. Definitely. We're done with a named executor being dispatched from HQ. Nothing, Lord Klund doesn't need to get his hands dirty. Just suppose there's one way."

"What if I do?

"If she hasn't hurt anyone in this realm yet, she can't even close her eyes under the authority of an awkward monk."

"Bishop!? What are you talking about! That's a fine act of treachery!

Cordura stood up with a blue look and squeezed the Romeless cross of her chest together.

"Awkward monks think so, too. But if she hasn't fallen on the path of evil yet, isn't it religious to reach out"

"What, stupid. There's no way the Demons are going to let the same heaven we are."

"Take it easy. Lord Klund also said she helped him. It's not too late to report the presence of Lucia after we know if it's harmful to this country."

"Then it's too late! No need for extra shelter. Bishops, too, will know the lack of forgiveness on that side! Often, the status of bishop is dismissed. If you do poorly, you'll be seen as a family member and burned! You don't have to be so sure! You should report it right now."

"Wait!

Stop Marco. Cordura shouted briefly, pressing both ears, jumping toward the surface.

"... Old man, just give me a minute here"

The collector left the reception room, following Cordura, who had popped up.

I ran around the crossing with white and beautiful stones laid evenly. Seeing, Cordura is crouching and sobbing by an unpopular tree. She exploded violently because her emotions were too high or because self-restraint was unfavourable.

The more attentive the woman, once the strong shell is torn, the more drooling the contents come down.

The time has come for the harvest so that the ripe persimmon can fall naturally.

The collector laughed thinly and damned.

(Kukuk, all you have to do is open your mouth without struggling and devour its fruit)

- This battle, Kudo!

"Cordura"

"You..."

The collector put his hand gently on her shoulder with a merciful look, and waved his face to the left and right just fine.

- It's settled.

but she shook her arms off and stood up as she glanced at her resentful enemy.

- Do you have one? It's not what I imagined. Yan.

"What, are you here to laugh?

"That's stupid. I thought you were worried to see how it went. My Honey."

"Disappear before your balls crack, scum."

"You're a cute woman."

"Hmm. I'm not a cute woman."

When Cordura turned her back, she went with a voice that she could not hear unless her ears were clear.

"But the bishop picked me up like that..."

"Picked it up?

"Me, too. Unlike Hilda and the other kids. Like your noble daughter, she wasn't sent to the monastery for an apprenticeship. When I was six, the bishop picked me up. That guy lowers his eyes as soon as he sees a woman's followers, he's fine and plays with women, but he's not the one who should lose his status over this...! I can't take it back if I have mercy for his unknown heresy and it hurts his honor."

"You're going to snitch on the old man?"

"Yeah. Bishops won't forgive me if I make such a discretionary mane. But if we leave this situation unaware, the executioner at headquarters will surely reveal the identity of a woman named Lucia, not far away. You know, bishops never do anything cowardly like stabbing a sketchy, but unsure opponent from behind. Me, me, what am I supposed to do?"

Cordura is tearing into her big eyes and watching Ji Zhuang.

"Finally, you turned to me"

"But you must end up on the side of a woman named Lucia."

"I owe her. I guess I can't help but really want to put it in my shoulder. But..."

"But?"

"I'm not trying to make you feel like an old man. Then it will be too late to make a decision after you've made sure of everything with your own eyes."

When the collector stretched one large shoulder of Cordura, he stripped off his white teeth and laughed even with pleasure.

Later. Waiting for the sun to fall, the collector began his action. to go to dinner himself, which had been invited to Russia, to ascertain the truth. The intended Crow Crown Hotel is a high-rise building in the city of Silver Villago that enters five fingers. The hotel receptionist frowned at the faithful outfit of the collector as usual, but showed an obvious reaction to the beauty of the lady walking next door, to the point where she wondered if she would be disrespectful to the guests.

"Hey, why don't I just pretend that Reese is my kid and find out?"

"Probably fine. It was dark in the dungeon, and he wouldn't remember it well over there because he kept his face on his back the whole time. Besides, you have a similar body."

"Oh no..."

Cordura dressed her usual monk clothes in a white dress, dressed like a lady.

Regardless, everything is borrowed in order in the city, and she is the first to wear such a courtesy herself. It was a shabby walk, but it looked more than I would have liked if I had put on makeup because of my original face.

"Hey, your right hand and your right foot are moving at the same time."

"Ugh. I've never worn anything like this, so you can't help it!

"Your daughter doesn't have such a legendary mouth."

"Ugh."

"You are now a noble lady named Reese. Be quiet, be quiet."

"Why are you so prestigious in such worn clothes..."

"I don't give a shit about details. I'm a tough guy."

"That's crazy, absolutely."

The usual cheerful attitude is not even visible of fine dust, and Cordura distorts her mouth as she quivers to the luxuriously expensive dishes in the hotel.

"Ooh. That's good, that odd addition and subtraction. It's good to have a faint vibe."

"Hih!"

The collector pretended to escort him and stroked Cordura's ass all the way here.

She turned her face bright red and shook her hand up, but speared at her inadmissibility, perceiving the signs of those around her who were surprised to send her gaze.

"Don't get on with it. Later, you know, I'm gonna bump you out."

"You're such a good ass. The meat is puffier than I thought. That's cheap."

"... I'm gonna kill you."

"I don't want to kill your daughter. Look, the hissos are watching. Smile Smile"

"Ugh. Ohoho."

"Right, right. haha. This is getting fun."

"I'm not fun at all. Goddamn it, watch it later."

"Let me take one shot in that dress."

"Shut up. I'll bite you off, balls and sao"

"Oh, scary scary scary"

"Good to see you, Mr. Krander."

Lucia welcomed me by revealing a more joyful look than the collector could have imagined. The dinner began soothingly in a private room rented out. Not long before the collectors could, Cordura never had a sumptuous dinner or anything, cluttered in the modus operandi and couldn't even answer Loc, but she couldn't hold any particular distrust as to whether it overlapped with the impression of a quiet lease in the cave in Lucia.

"Hey, hey. Which one of these should I use?

"You use knives and forks from the outside. Idiot, that's a finger washing basin. Whatever you want, don't try to drink. Are you a cat..."

"'Cause I've never been here before"

"It's not a trick. Look, get stuck. Lucia will wonder."

"Oh, yeah."

"I'm so proud of you for being so close. Mr. Reese, since then, how about adding or subtracting scratches? At that time, you didn't seem very well."

"Yeah, yeah. Now, Clando, no, Clando, he's doing a lot better, and, uh, he's feeling really good."

The collector managed to bring the supper to a successful conclusion, harrowed by Cordura's way of speaking.

Nor did Lucia really seem to have had any other intentions, the topic ended in everyday matters, sometimes being adventurous to each other, and somehow touching on rumours of the Adventurers' Union (Guild), but I found no particular suspicion. Course cooking is a guide, a time eater. Lucia exhaled deeply when they finally took off their masks, thanks to being seated in the middle.

"What's it like, Cordura"

"Yeah. It was delicious."

"You know. Nobody asked me what I thought of cooking. It's Lucia. Lucia, look at him in your eyes. Did you find anything suspicious?

"- Huh!? Right! Haha, what am I doing here?"

"If, if. What if I!? Hey, I'll knock. Mr. Cordura's house? Oh, are you away? Yeah, too. I'll see how it goes. Ah! Leave the dessert when it comes. Would you cry if you ate it?"

The collector hurried out of the room as he slapped the side head of Cordura with the back of his hand. He observed quite calmly, but Lucia had a red face about a light aperitif. In other words, it was inferred that the liquor was weak on the surface. I supposedly sat in the middle to wake up drunk to some extent.

Oh, I'm drunk I'm not going to go to my room Oh, no, you can't, Mr. Klander. You're better off taking me with you. Speaking of which, I know a good way to remember alcohol, but why don't you try it? You better try it. No. Definitely should try it. Try it. Legally Merge.

The artistic flow so far flows through the back of the zodiac's brain with tremendous momentum. Retake, of course, in the direction of none.

"I'm not waiting, kitty. I'll give Boki a cordial physical exam to prove that he's not a problem. I don't know where he went."

The collector moved to slip through a carpet that looked fancy and on the way, asked the boy he met if Lucia hadn't passed by.

"If you were that lady, you would have walked over there."

"Nice one, kid. This guy's a chip."

The boy gently opened his gripped palm as he lost sight of the treasurer. People who use such luxury hotels. Maybe he's a good golden adventurer, even if he doesn't look very good. Then, the piece of paper I have may be the latest banknote issued by the city bank in recent years. When the boy painstakingly opened the crusty piece of paper, there was lingering ink there, and this was what it said.

The liquor store "butterfly” costs two thousand five hundred p (pounds).

When the boy rounded the paper with a bitter face, he threw it with a cursed curse in the direction where the collector disappeared.

Meanwhile, he is the keeper of convicted criminals. He discovered, with his hands on the wall, what a painfully blurry Lucia looked like.

"Hey, but are you kidding? Are you in the mood for Wally?

"Ah. Master Klund. Excuse me. I seem to have spent too much alcohol to drink, and I feel a little bit better. Hmm..."

"Oh, come on, don't be lame. Hold on. Can you stand?"

"Oh, excuse me. An embarrassing ugliness..."

"People, drink. Drink, drink. Drinking, swallowing people, I don't know. Everything is at stake. Oh, if it's painful, you don't have to shut up."

Lucia was breathing roughly as she dyed bright red to the back of a full-open dress. The brunette I put up has some roses on her white, little ears. The temperature of the woman's skin in her arms and the indescribably good smell drifted through her nostrils, revealing that reason was about to blow up. Not yet. Not yet, this is the hotel dance floor. At least until her room, you have to be human, I feel. And, the zodiac pretended to embrace a drunken beautiful girl and entered the room of Lucia properly. Seen as a favorite, it was a cockroachy move that would slip through any narrow path and get into sultry.

"Look, we're in the room. You should lay down and loosen your clothes."

"I'm sorry, what I did, I don't know..."

"It'll be easier if you loosen your clothes."

"Really bothering you. I'm embarrassed."

"Yu, I'll loosen it up."

Lucia closed her eyes unawary like an innocent girl. It is a face that is not worried about fine dust, such as being attacked by a collector. Exactly, it was heartbreaking to get into this.

"Whoa. You're a little too careless. Bring the man into the wheelhouse, and if something happens, you can't take it back."

"That's not true, Mr. Klando. 'Cause I'm a gentleman."

"Gentlemen could be gentlemen or perverted gentlemen."

"True, if you like jokes"

Lucia relaxed her sweaty cheeks and laughed.

It was a reassuring expression from the bottom of my heart.

(... Whatever the joke is. I gave you a lift to your room, but you didn't have any strange parts. Didn't you mean the Church's heresy was a mistake? It's time to go back to Cordura. It's a child. The stuffed animal changes jobs to a child ghost.)

Lucia, which had become a big letter in a bed with a canopy, was emitting a colour that smelled. She is a benefactor to the Collector. The white long handbag on the white dress was designed to remind me of a wedding dress somewhere else, and I was just concerned about the mane that struck my sleep.

- But I guess it's good enough to rub my tits a little. No, I don't know what to do, but I brought it here because of you.

When this is also a cost, you are forced to convince yourself and bring your body closer. Unexpectedly, Lucia got her upper body up quickly.

"Whoops!?

"Oh, my God."

At the head of the collector, who was dressed as a peep in, both arms of Lucia were stretched out, in the form of a covering covering without trying. Her breath mixed with alcohol and her hot body temperature caught on perfectly and her heart beat naturally faster. Regardless, the filial son is also in a state of war.

"Pretty bad."

"I'm a bad boy tonight."

"Lucia. You're drunk. Let go of me."

"Oh, my God."

"Um..."

Her eyes met the moment she laughed and tried to force her body to peel off.

The tiny black eyes glow like wet in the night dew. Plumpy, pink red pulled lip end. He has a tongue that is tempting. He looked like a slut himself. The collector was unable to move off the spot, as he was fascinated by Lucia.

- What is this? Something's wrong. Something's wrong!

"Hey, Mr. Klando. I don't want to. This, suffering. Will you put it away?

"Ah, uh..."

It was a long tour, rare for a collector. But Lucia didn't cling to that, she just pulled the arm she turned around the man's neck, gooey, and pressed her own lips as normal.