Dungeon+Harem+Master

As the eldest daughter of a nobleman belonging to the middle stream of Romles, Lucia Panilla was born in a remote territory far west of the King's capital Romles Garden. When her body settled after giving birth to Russia, her real mother returned to the King's Capital not long after bringing her eldest son and brother, the ruler of Russia. According to one theory, the Lucian seed was not the seed of his real father, Viscount Edmond, but the result of fire play. Because of this, she was neglected by her parents, she grew up on the border until long ago, otherwise, she did not feel bitter about it, she was adored by deacons and nannies, and she was raised a butterfly, a flower. Most aristocrats with territories in the region simply leave their belly-hearted deputies in the territory to suck up the ascent. In that regard, although there are some flaws in birth, the only noble species, Lucia, was treated almost identically to the god of life in the village and was considered almost distinct.

Nevertheless, it is a story after the beginning and being considered an adult. At an early age, when sex was undifferentiated, it was a day spent wandering around the mountains with the children of the village and the children of the escort knight.

Naturally, Lucia falls in love with her childhood friend in it, but although the princess of End Castle is as flying as how much can she blow, she does not have the same status as the son of the Ping Knight. It came when the deputy entrusted with the castle or the butler continued to haunt his head about how to keep the two of them unharmed and apart.

He is a monster by the name of Wendigo.

It has a huge head without hair and its giant exceeds five metres. What the Lord sees are residents replenishing the coal they need on a daily basis or hunting all over the forest as their only cash income, and the harm grew with every day they chased.

More than fifty houses in the village.

The inhabitants are a small village that cuts four hundred even when the soldiers and servants of the castle are combined. Immediately, the deputy dispatched about fifty soldiers and seven knights who hit the commander, but the battle ended in disastrous defeat after a few days. More than twenty war wounded. The remaining thirty were also injured quite badly, and the other month was cut and pasted into a very impossible body.

If this were to happen, the economy of the village, which originally had a fragile base with women and children and elderly people over fifty making up two-thirds of the population, leaned as they looked at it. According to the Knight who escaped, a monster named Wendigo was a monster who was better at wisdom inside than he seemed, and when this one tried to encircle him, he was a monster who skillfully traveled through the woods to constantly take the undefeated terrain and remind him of a skilled warrior who would surely clamp it down to a few. Not a number to defeat such evil spirits.

"Excellent personal martial arts"

Impossible otherwise. In time, the presence of Wendigo gradually approaches the entrance of the village, not just deep in the woods. Now the road leading to the city has become a blocked outfit and a death and living problem through inconvenience. The fear that cotton and crafts, the village's specialties, could not be sold, that potatoes and salt, the staple foods, could not be obtained, and that hunger would sneak up in footsteps, actually devastated the spirit of the village itself in a problematic spirit.

Besides, the rear route, which was a detour, was also completely cut off by the increase in water in the river flooded from the fold. The distress of the villagers stretched to the shoulders of Lucia with the deputy in the role of lord and chief.

That's when one young man came to the village.

Mircha, the man who named him was a stream adventurer. When the man offered himself a Wendigo crusade to his deputy, he also split the traveling dust into the woods without dropping it on Loc.

My first impression of Lucia's mircha was just that of a man with a thin line of appearance, neat as a woman, anyway. He was so tall that he weaved a luxurious blue top and bottom and a waking Zhu cloak. On his hips, the more likely he was to reach the ground, the longer he had a sword, and the more thin his arms looked,

"Deception"

It was just an unbalanced combination that seemed to me.

As a result, the battle ended, painfully, in Mircha's victory. His breath was also constantly hurt, he fainted like a thread cut at the village entrance when he finished reporting, holding the monster's right arm.

The villagers rejoiced in this result, while the knights deprived of their stock showed bitter feelings about this Savior. Anyway, an exceptional sword arm in a fresh face reminiscent of the urban wind. The daughters of the village all went to him, and the men and husbands who had been deprived of their lovers could only watch in silence, biting their teeth, laying their thoughts together in Mircha.

From here, this closed space gradually went crazy. Once every few days, Milcha went out to defeat Wendigo, and when he returned to the village, he excelled in gastronomy, guiding his eyed daughters and wives with verbal skill, as his own toy. Though he who was outraged by this, and complained directly to the deputy, was not alone or two. The deputies couldn't be stronger against Mircha, who is performing as a matter of fact. Finally, a man appeared to sign up for a duel against Mircha. It was one young man, deprived of his long-time lover. The young man was the head of the vigilante and managed to pick up his life in the first crusade, but fell into an incompatible body. The daughter-in-law vowed to support the youth in the beginning for the rest of her life, but she made a light saddle change as a hero named Mircha appeared. The young man, who was physically immobile to Lok, made a noise with a guillotine in the house next to him, a day when his chest was about to be torn apart if he thought of his lover to be bewitched. My family was also told to bear with me, for the sake of the village, but at last my anger was destroyed. The man's willed battle ended lightly in Mircha's victory. Moreover, Mircha put an end to all this in an outfit that pokes the difference in strength: destroying a young man's gains seven times. The young man died the next morning hanging himself in the garden tree of his lover's parents' house, but his pivotal daughter was in the morning at Mircha's ever-staying inn, and he never saw the body. Eventually, the Simpa of Mircha continued to grow in the village, and that drove the village theory so intensely as never before.

Mircha's instructions are accurate.

Don't disobey Mircha's orders.

Mircha's presence is everything in the world.

The deputy was still rational. Mircha has finally notified the lord's daughter, Lucia, of her unwillingness to look after herself. No matter how much, I can't get that far. Sticking so hard, Mircha drew out and hope.

- but. A few days later, he voluntarily refused to go out for the first time, even when he heard Wendigo appear. On this day, the monster who appeared in the village killed and pulled up more than twenty villagers. Most of the murdered villagers were old men with shriveled feet and toddlers who were not even old enough.

The villagers' anger exploded. It was directed not at the monster who now killed his family, but at a deputy who refused to offer Lucia. Defeating the villagers who burn in anger and kill in the castle is not difficult, even for the remaining forty or so soldiers. However, it was visible that if my father, the lord, knew about this, he would undoubtedly stroke all the villagers, to the mentes. Lucia makes a bitter decision when one of her own is patient and helpful to both villagers and deputies. Her chastity was dedicated to the comfort of a man called a hero.

"... when I realized, I was in a dungeon in a castle. So, for the first time, I learned of the fact that a man named Mircha is one of the demonic tribes known as the" Thirteenth Lord of Demons ”. After what happened in the village, I can't remember losing my memory. Ever since I woke up in the dungeon, I have been rolling around according to the instructions of my squire, who helped me out. At that time, you told me that you had become a vampire child, a dead man."

"In the first place, what is the meaning of the thirteenth Lord of Demons?"

"Little is known in this world, but he says there is a supreme being at the apex of the demonic clan called the Demon King, The Demon King said he slept deep in a dungeon somewhere in the world and publicly sealed it by choosing a powerful family to defend himself in the ancient days. As a powerful clan screen to protect myself. One of them is a vampire tribe, Mirce. His real name is Dracool, a real monster who lived a long time."

"I don't care about that!

Cordura, who was listening in silence, barked at the table with her fist slapped.

"To be honest, Lucia. If that story is true, I'm not a ghost either. A little sympathy. But right now, that's not what I want to hear the most. When will you leave this city, the Thirteenth Duke of Drakur?

"Hey, wait a minute."

"I've waited long enough! I can't wait any longer! Lucia, I don't care how you ended up in this city after I lost your memory. It's annoying. It's the Demons who bring Gotagota inside me and the church. Even though the world where only humans live is so easy, there's nothing but annoying about rubbing strangers on this!!

"I was feeling it, but you're not Reese."

"You're welcome! Me, Cordura. Sister of Silver Villago Parish."

sister stripped her teeth off all the time, revealing her own hair when she peeled the wig off like she woke up. Lucian gaze pierces the collector. Inevitably, I told the truth.

"Reese died after that. Cover me."

"... no"

Lucia put her deep back in the chair with a face that squished out her soul so much that she didn't think it was any more. Even the vivacious scarce impression fades away to mist. To this, you felt just as bad about Cordura, too, and turned away like a shin.

"We were so close. But Mr. Reese died by your side, didn't he? I'm a little jealous."

Lucia rises up with a face that is not here in her heart and slowly moves away from the table in an inebriated foothold.

With this disrespectful attitude, Cordura immediately bit me like a dog.

"Hey! Where are you going? I said we're not done talking yet!

"Master Klando, and Sister. Today, with all due respect, I will rest here. I will continue the conversation tomorrow, so please come to this hotel. I'm really uncomfortable inviting you, but I don't feel so good."

"You, wait! You're talking over your back about a bloodsucking flush?

Lucia, flirting, pulls up to the back room as if she can't hear a curse or anything.

Cordura stretches her finger to her shoulder as she tries to pull it off with an angry look.

At the same time, without making a sound, one gentleman appeared in front of him.

"Sister. Your daughter is not in the mood. I'll take over the rest of the story, so why don't you give me a break here?"

The man was still young, a very normal young man like twenty or so.

The body has a medium meat mid back. I can't even see how he worked out particularly noticeably, but he was creating a kind of, different atmosphere from the whole thing. Cordura, who felt a monster like a human being, quickly distanced herself. The collector reached out sassy and turned his arm around Cordura's face when he saw no harm there, albeit in the unique mind of the young man's radiation.

"Hook, Hook, Hook"

"Fair enough, Cordura. Lucia, your daughter is in a terrific mood. Why don't we just grow up and continue this conversation, rather than force ourselves?"

"That's Klund. You have a big vessel."

A Lucian squire and one or more knights, the man named his name Lynx.

He handily set up a place for discussion when he made his seat available in this lounge at the Crow Crown Hotel. From its familiarity and hotel-side services, Lynx was sufficiently physical to convince him that he had gained a certain amount of trust. Still, the lounge saw many gentlemen and ladies enjoying alcohol in the flow of dinner.

"I thought it would be safer to have ventilated seats like this than in a secret room."

"I'm sorry for everything. Holla, it's a child. I'm not mumbling, so why don't you give me one of your thanks?"

"Hmm. Anyway, that would be a Russian corpse ghost. I don't know what illegal means I got for buying a seat."

"You're so full of reason, you're this kid."

"Sister. We usually dive into the dungeons as adventurers and get daily food. The hotel's accommodation, meals, and seats are all crystals of labor won by powdering themselves, and they are not ashamed of anyone. I can assure you. Swear by the name of the knight."

"Lynx, it's been a long time since the boys and Ni decided that they're not accommodating. You don't have to worry about it."

"Ha. Mr. Klund was all over the place. If this is the case, Lucia, you can be sure that your daughter will like it. Well, we don't have much time. It's time for me to get down to business. First of all, Mr. Klander. Your daughter must apologize first and foremost for assaulting you."

"Hey, Lynx. I don't care about that. Don't worry about it."

"I don't care! What, are you thinking? Klander, you're taking the blood sucking behavior of the dead too lightly. I just can't let them just freshly breathe blood. As it were, if I didn't get into the summary, you did. They made me a Russian corpse ghost!

"Ah, corpse ghost. What kind of ghost is that?"

What is a corpse ghost? It is the disdain of a slave who is literally destined to be used down until his flesh is destroyed, when a vampire called True Ancestor hits the son of a enslaved dead man.

Grandson from True Ancestor. Corpse ghosts who hit children from the dead gain dozens of times their physical abilities at the price of their lives as human beings, but were forced to be subordinated by their parents, the dead.

"I mean, if I had stayed that way, I would have been a servant of Russia?

"That's right. Damn, you want me to thank you. Hey, are you sure about this?

"A servant of Russia."

"Right now, you thought it might be a little good. Besides, I'm obscenely paranoid. You seem to be the only one in your head."

"That's not true. Kimmy, stop being such a good girl."

"For the most part, why can a bloodsucking species suck blood and keep you conscious? That's not weird."

"It's not weird - Normal."

"Abnormal, abnormal."

"I'm not an abnormal person. Come on, it's a kid. Pull."

"I'll keep talking. Mr. Klund, please state what you would like to hear. Wherever possible, information will be disclosed. That doesn't mean I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Wherever possible, yeah. Well, I'll ask. Why did Lucia come to this city? My daughter grew up with a lot of people in and out, and more quickly became a rumored adventurer."

"There's only one reason. To escape the curse of Dracool, the true ancestor."

It is absolutely unacceptable for Lynx to say that, in a blood-sucking species, a child defies a parent.

Because the curse engraved by the act of sucking blood is due to the fact that every soul binds its existence.

The solution lies in a cellar that runs to the bottom of the deep earth, called the Labyrinth of the Abyss (Last Elusion), although it is a fine hope. It is called an ancient twelve artifact (Lost High Weapon) hidden in each hierarchy of the labyrinth.

"I'm not going to tell the adventurer, Klund, that the guardian beasts that exist in each hierarchy have each of the ancient twelve artifacts (Lost High Weapon) that King Romless said to have made him protect. Rumor has it that one of them is a powerful artifact that is said to cut off any technique. Sadly, everyone in Wuyingjie avoided laborious guardian beast kills and was just aiming for the deepest part, but both the ten and twenty tier guardian beasts have artifacts that are close range items. I had to sit back and dive everywhere to get the covenant-breaking artifact I was aiming for, that's what I was thinking..."

"It's kind of like something stuck in your back teeth, okay?"

"Actually, there's just one more thing. There's a way for a child who's a vampire to escape the curse."

"I know it, too. But that's not gonna happen."

"Sister is right. There's only one way to play down. Kids kill their parents. I'll end up with that one point. At the same time, that's impossible. A child, if the parent is dying, will wipe out an enemy who has hurt the parent in a state of loss of reason. It is extremely difficult for us corpse ghosts to bite and kill the earthworms crawling through the sky's dragons, such as defeating their true ancestors, Dracool. Mostly, but if a child tries to kill his parents, his sword-targeted arm will be approaching his own throat. With someone's help, you'd think, if you heard the name of True Ancestor or the Thirteenth Duke, you'd be sure to run away with your tail wrapped around no matter what kind of fate."

"I don't understand. Then why did you participate in such a public event this morning?"

"We were pushed to a position where we could no longer escape. Unbeknownst to you, Krander, there was a mix of skilled dead men called the Three Vampire Knights, Dracool's servants."

"No. I can't believe it. I can't believe the Demons showed up in public with dignity..."

"As children, we, the corpse ghosts, must spare no effort to protect your life in Lucia. Already, this castle is under the watchful eye of the Dracul demon and will not escape. Oh, Sister, we're not done talking yet, are we?

"I'm not kidding. This is not a personal story anymore. It's a matter of going back to church and asking for instructions!

"I thought I'd lost it too late."

"What the hell!?

"How come you don't think we didn't show up when that enforcer named Tomoe showed up? I don't know. That's because we all knew the fact that there was no law enforcement support, and yet we understood that Lucia could not have lost to that degree of assassination."

"There is no reinforcement of the executors. That's impossible. Headquarters should have more than ten people lurking inside this castle, even on a power reconnaissance. If you're a dead man, you can't be a bundle."

"Lucia was born a young lady with no taste for martial arts, but she has the strength to break through at least twenty layers of the dungeon. The extent to which it is known is not well known to Klund there."

The records trespassed by the collectors are compiled on the ninth level. But even with the help of Rudge and Artemisia, the swarm of springing monsters was pretty harsh. It is obvious that the power of Russia is slipping out, but in a clan of about ten, with powerful factions such as Wuyingjie and the "Golden Wolf”, which was the largest faction.

"You mean you don't have to."

"If you know what I mean, it's fine. Besides, we don't have time for this anymore. Because Dracool already has a base in the city. To capture the young lady who hit the run."

"Such a monster is in the diocese of the bishop..."

"We're going into a fight tomorrow, a fight or a bee. I will fight Dracool and release your daughter's curse. Neither are they, silly. If the church side doesn't move, it won't answer to the aggressive measures yet. My lord Klund, my servant, I am extremely unscrupulous, but I would like you to miss it only at this time, in view of your former friendship. If we win, we swear that we will never hide in a blind place again and do no harm to humanity. Anyway, please don't make things rough. If I were a corpse, I wouldn't be able to pry."

The collector gently wrapped Lynx's fist around his palm, pleading at the table, with his expression off. It had a chilling, frozen feeling reminiscent of refrigerated meat.

But I could feel something hotter in the soul lurking inside it than anyone else.

I hallucinated the blue, glowing flames, and the tung and the back of my nose hurt.

"Hey, in the end, we got closer to the truth, but everything's getting worse."

"I don't know. Don't tell me."

"Ah, oh too. What am I supposed to do? The 13th Duke? The castle is under surveillance? Besides, that vampire bastard, he managed to blow the whole executor thing out, and whoa. Hey, it's a law nut, right? Hey!?

"Cordura. Either way, you'd better go back to church and report to your old man. I'm out of our hands now, and I'm sorry but I can't hang out with you any more......!?

It was every possible way home at the Crow Crown Hotel. Though out of downtown, the street is quite there. From the sight of it, he made a frivolous noise and a destructive flying object approached the two who only looked a bit like a couple who were interested in chatting. In a breathtaking motion, the collector and Cordura avoided it at the stomach. Whiplash wrecks havocally as he roars the cobblestone. The raider, who appeared tongue-in-cheek from the alley, stroked his drawn-back score with an abominable face, like throwing up.

Did you take it off?

Dressed in a black monochrome outfit, Tomoe approached him to slip like a cat on foot as he giraffed his eyes rotten in the dark night.

"You know..."

"Whatever, you fucking jerk!!

It was Cordura who crept ahead of the collector. She made a great leap like a flying swallow when she pulled a thousand slices of the hem of her dress as she ran. Its speed, timing, was arguably complete, and the toes of her heeled princess-like shoes profoundly pierced Tomoe's defenseless stomach. Unguarded tomoe. Shortly after laying down his weapon, he fell flashly backwards.

"Ki-chan."

"What is it, kiddo? Oops! Don't be an adult, you rotten meth kid. Wake up, Cora! Come on, come on, come on, come on! Not to mention the warm me too!!

"Hey, stop. Wow, me, what am I doing? Egg."

Cordura broke through the mask of Tomoe, who rounded up and took the defensive system. Then I started adding assault to kick him in the head. Lame, stop with your face, I hear sad screams like that, but there's no way Cordura in Magigille mode can come together. Like a broken machine on a brake, I don't get commands other than even advancing. A passerby who tried to get into the closet when he saw him was beaten in the middle of his face with the heel of a shoe in his hand and, pitifully, passed out on the spot. The man was broken in the face and back of his head, making a roundabout of blood.

"No, no, no!! Stop it, stop it. Whoa."

"Who's gonna stop, whoa, whoa! What resentment do I have?

Cordura was excited about her own words, or she dragged her thoughts around as she grabbed Tomoe's hair. Tomoe resisted jitterily, but cried completely from his back to being horseback ridden.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

"Hey, stop it right now! Cordura!"

"Ugh! Don't touch me, you piece of shit! I don't like anything."

"Ho ho"

While the collector was kicked up in gold, he managed to pull the two apart with difficulty. You can call it a feat. Cordura in a dress torn to bits and Tomoe in a monastic form cried out, catching the eyes of the city's people even in response.

"Oh, don't show me, you fools, scatter!

Cordura looks at the moon in the sky with her arms wrapped around it whether her drinks have dropped slightly. The dress borrowed for the night club is in an unbroken state of sight and is a complete purchase. If the kicked balls hurt, the nostrils are so deep. The collector sighed loudly, stroking his head to soften the toddler as he crouched in front of Tomoe, who was sitting with Petan and the girl.

"Yeah, yeah, it hurts. Ooh."

"I can't let you. It's bad because you're attacking me. This way, motherfucker."

"Yeah eh. Because, Tomoe, it's not bad..."

"Ahhh!?

"Higging"

"Here, Cordura. Don't make me look like a ghost. Look, okay, okay, I'm not scared, because I'm not scared. Tomoe."

Tomoe finally regained his peace of mind and was able to speak properly.

"Well, I don't want to thank you."

Tomoe caught a kick of his eye and glanced at him, trying to soak up his tears with a handkerchief.

Something like mysterious plating completely peeled off? The intimidation I had at first sight had already faded from among the collectors and only made me look like a selfish girl.

(What, this guy. Totally a kid.)

"Hey, Tomoe. Hey, how old are you?"

"If you'll excuse me, this is it"

"What?"

"This is what it's always like to be a man. As such, they underestimate each other by age and appearance and try to retain their advantage. But if you think I'm a puppet who's not willing to be what the man says I am, you're making a big mistake. I won the position of executor on merit. The attack was just a little alarming, and under the usual circumstances, it was the woman in front of her."

"Well, how many?"

"… fourteen. I'm an adult now. Even children can have children."

"You know, Tomoe. A real adult is the one who has the guts to do the job he's been entrusted with and not throw it out to the end. But what about you? He renounced his assignment because of personal grievances, and suddenly he's attacking me, and he's still so ashamed of this at the furnace end. Can you tell the world what you've done today with your chest open?"

"You always say that, too."

"Shut up."

"Ugh. Ugh."

"Look, I cried out. I don't even have a sermon in Gala."

"Though it would be Omei who made it bumpy. Really, Cordura sucks."

"Mine is self-defense. You are verbal violence. Uh, come on, get out of the way. Look, did you say tomoe? If I punish you for this, I'd rather not bother us anymore - whoa!?

Tomoe didn't even show his hand pulling toward the approaching Cordura, and saw a dagger blow.

Most importantly, Cordura's movement, which avoided it on a single piece of paper, is also unusual. The polished blade exposed a pungent breast as it cleaved Sister's chest.

"Yikes! Hey!?

"Ha-ha-ha! You look sweet, you nasty bitch! Lie down on Tomoe's sword."

Cordura, who exposed his chest defenselessly with great service, hid his front with both hands and his defense was delayed.

"Ugh."

"Ah."

The collector dropped his knife at the base of his wrist just before Tomoe's sword reached Cordura.

From - and the sword makes a vain sound and slides the cobblestone of the night. A drunk walking down the street scratched his leg and fell unnecessarily.

"Damn, no alarm, no gap. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to treat you all the time."

"I'll help, too. Or in the main."

Tomoe falls back in tears, shaking hard at fear. It was precisely the sweet character of the packing, and in that regard there was an opening of heaven and earth with Sizka, which is somewhat nervous.

"... don't hit me, brother-in-law"

When Tomoe, who was trying to cover his face, suffered, so crushed, the collector let his whole body loose into small pieces and froze to the spot with pittance.

"Now what?

"Don't bully Tomoe, brother-in-law."

"Huh!? Are you nuts? You're going to die? Keep your sword on people. That's a lot of bullshit."

"Wait."

The collector went heavy.

Cordura looked back with a crease between her eyebrows, gnawing.

The man in front of him is making his gaze wander somewhere shy as he lights his cheeks on fire.

Hey, no, it was pretty straightforward, but it was disgusting.

"Come on, let's go."

Help me, brother-in-law.

"... good"

"Huh!?

"Wow, good!

Cordura's face burns with a fiery flame. but when the collector coughed heavily, he stared roughly in the nose at Tomoe, who had sharp eyes.

Because the collector was secretly a sister adorable.