Dungeon+Harem+Master

If the story of a corpse ghost named Lynx was certain, the group of awesome executors sent by the Church at Headquarters to secretly wipe out the dead should have been devastated. If Tomoe is Sizka's cousin, he will be a historical matrimonial relative to the collector.

I think the collector. That Russian knight named Lynx was certainly outsider, but he couldn't feel anything evil in his eyes that tried to fool people somewhere. Even if not, you can't just walk away from the group on your own and try to make a feat of getting out, quote, suicide bombing, and throw your daughter, who lacks the balance of spirit by exposing herself to everywhere, into the book of the night. If you go back to the Princess Mansion, it seems easy to talk, but at this late hour, it was obvious that if you brought in a woman, it would be a fuss like having a hive.

"So remember I had your room right around the corner. Stay."

"... well, I don't mind. Could it have been quieter?"

"I guess so."

The collector asked for an overnight inn as he rolled into Alexei's apartment, which was relatively right next door. Amy, Alexei's wife, is nagging with a pink nightcap on because she was woken to sleep. The floral sleeping rolls are age-appropriate and what a cutie, but the sheets mess made me feel odd considering this couple had a fight until earlier.

"Bad. Next time, we'll do better."

"Break it again."

"I'll break it quietly."

"It's a decision to break."

Alexei, looking slightly sluggish, had entered the bedroom of the newlyweds, watching the intruders with a vain gaze. The lavish Alexei is depressed because of the destruction of the entrance and exit hinges by Tomoe.

"I knocked."

"You won't break it in three seconds. I don't have time to change."

"Hmm. He won't be out in a minute. I'm sorry about you. This is why a man..."

Cordura instantly strangled Tomoe down with a chalk sleeper, who showed an attitude of contempt as she armed herself. Alexei, with his bloody face, pulls the sleeve of the collector, opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish in a bowl.

"Oh ho. I'm sorry. This kid didn't have a problem. Oh, I think I fell asleep. It's night, and hey. I really am."

(Hey, Klando. What, that sister. Ha. I'm so scared)

(Be patient. But I'm desperately going to be playing your wife. Hey, don't look at me inadvertently. They're gonna do it)

What did I do to you?

(Accept it, fate. I do that all the time)

Even while the two of them are friendly and talking hissohisso, Cordura manages a frivolous smile like Nobu's. Apparently, searching for another inn is a hassle, and I'm not in the mood to be asked by Marco, who is waiting for him to return, to dig the roots and leaves of today's events.

"Anyway, it's nothing like going to bed, my cousin I stayed with, but it's just a double and the five of us can't sleep"

"We'll sleep on the floor."

"Um, Alexei. It would be very helpful if you could lend me a blanket or something."

Cordura pleads with an octave high voice. The collector is the owner of a robust body that falls asleep even in heavy rainfall in wild weather, but I guess the immediate bedtime is quite tight on the midwinter floorboard for a woman.

"Whoa. Amy, let him out."

"Yes, Alexei."

"That's not it. A blanket."

When Alexei received her contraption, she blushed and hid it under her pillow. Apparently, Amy is still in her dreams. With a truly flamboyant face, the collector drew Cordura's shoulder, which he pretended not to notice, wrapping his hair tip around his fingertips and laughing at the beard. If charged, it is Zura, the criminal who loses instantly.

"You don't want that kind of adult gag, do you? Mostly, I'm raw. Hey, Cordura Chi."

"If you don't tell me, I'll crack you up."

"... beat me up and make fun of me. Eh Hin, Eh Hin"

Cordura detoxified and poisoned her eyeballs as she waved her bright red palms.

The collector is shaking as he swells his cheeks, chewing on the blanket thread. It was a premature job in electro-optical fires.

"See you in the middle of the night. I have a neighborhood, too."

"I don't know that. I'm a looser."

"Again, I don't know what you're talking about."

The collector, attracting Tomoe, who had been overthrown while losing his mind, placed him by his side and invited Cordura, who was still standing. It's a little hateful to see the trick I'm wearing for the second time.

"Come and take a shower."

"Shall I castrate him while he's asleep? Keep your eyes peeled."

"I'm sorry, I'll be asleep soon, so don't make it unrepeatable. My son and I will continue to be friends for a long time."

"What kind of relationship do you have?"

"Hey, this guy, the guard's tight inside, come on"

"You look like you want to sleep forever."

"Whoa, turn off the lights! If you lay down and squint your eyes, it won't change where you are."

"Jump into people's chips, its good. I'm not going in there anymore. Good night."

Anyway, early in the New Year, the long day of the collectors was over.

"So don't touch your chest in dislocation!

"Ghahin"

"... you can't sleep"

And then the night dawns.

The collector was guzzling on his bunk even in the morning. Thanks, once your hips are seated, it seems that it is your nature to stop moving like a rooted one. What was surprising was that Cordura, short minded and fast handed, whilst complaining, was still a small sum to bake care of. For her, whose service was half as long as church life in life itself, chores in everyday life seem to be almost like breathing and not bitter. Even the same Sister is very different from Hilda, who tries to avoid the labor of life in general with all her might. Exactly, Tomoe was up at the same time as everyone else, but when the weather broke down hard and I saw it raining heavily, I was hesitant to go outside.

"Don't you have to force yourself back?

"Right. Just this once, I'll adopt your opinion."

When the collector saw it, Tomoe was weak in self-consciousness and quickly found himself looking for a reason not to go outside somewhere. I pointed the water at him, as I expected, and he rode right in. She has two faces: Sizka and Uri. I mean, she's a pretty girl. Now, sitting in a chair in silence, he stared without ever tired of the street trees being struck by waterfall-like rain under the window. I have my hands on my elbow and my legs prayed. The side of the sorrowful colour was somewhat dazzling.

(So, you don't like to look directly at reality?)

The collector was fingering his stretched cheekbeard as he referred to the board game called Army Board as Alexei. It is no longer the fifth battle, beginning in the morning to point. Leaving it to myself, Alexei was a terrible army player.

"Uh, wait a minute. No, no, no! Huh?"

"Amy, how many times is this?"

It's the third time.

"Whoa. Here, Amy. That's a lie, but don't tell me it's the second time. She's a careless woman. Wow, that's sad."

"Alexei must not be too weak."

"Ha-ha. You're so hot."

"I don't know. Regrettably, I'm jealous of Klund's talent."

"Good luck, Alexei."

"Ho, now stuffed"

As Alexei shrugged his head, the collector stood in the kitchen to take a sacrifice, approaching to punch him in the face on the armboard. Open the contents of the cup from the pitcher on the table. As he swallowed it with a hint of sweetness that smelled like lemon, Cordura approached with her mouth pointy. The dress I was wearing yesterday has already been stripped off, and now, I'm renting Amy's personal clothes. but it just didn't fit the size, the area around the chest of the gown was sticking tight. Moving his gaze unconsciously, he was gently pinched on the tip of his nose. Still, surer than yesterday, palms and minds are added. I felt my distance from her shrink and secretly giggled.

"Hey. Klander, how long are you going to waste here?"

"Mmm. What was that?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Um, it's about the bloodsucking species. Can I speak to the bishop honestly, or can we not manage to clean it up with our hands? Hey, you, you must be friends with Alexei. You may not be much of an adventurer, but I'm guessing that the impotent man, Wu Yingjie, is as good as I know him, so he'll be quite armed. I wonder if I can help you."

"Uh, that's just what I'm getting at. That's the same as saying I didn't play a part. You know, Cordura. I have a lot of self-esteem too."

"Ugh. I'm sorry, I'm not fooling you. But"

When the zodiac stared at the play, he felt it was just too good for him, and Cordura drooped.

"Ma. Don't bully me now. Finally. Besides, I wasn't just playing. Oops. Heh, here we go. Fish on!

"What, it"

"This. This is like a remote control device, made by an alchemist named Mary. In this world, what is it? Anyway, with this one, the faithful Golem will explore the position of the target he has pointed out."

The collector moved a circular stone slab, the size of his palm, in front of Cordura. This is a kind of magical tracking device called a Meryandale type detector. It's easy to follow the target you've marked with a mini-gaulem to get a location.

"Look, look at this disc. The red one is where we are. The blue balls are moving, and they're causing us to chase them right now.

"Heh, heh. You can't make something so amazing."

"No, it's not like I made it."

Cordura rode herself out and stuck to the soot on the face of the collector.

(Ooh, something smells like a sweet little girl. Akan, again, it's getting harder)

The collector, smelling a sweet body odor that tickled his nose tip, appeared calm and took a thin finger in front of him to match the blue balls on the plate.

- Coming, legal sexual harassment. Cordura, the guard is down! I haven't noticed it at all since earlier.

"Do you remember the story of a man named Lynx? He clearly said he was going to kill his parents. And he was stabbing nails in the dark. Don't interrupt. In this rain, it's a hundred million robberies to go out, but this treasurer can't overlook benevolence and beautiful girls."

"If a pretty girl is talking about Russia, she should be nearly fifty by now."

"Correction. Beauty can't be overlooked"

"Where have you been beneficent?"

"Hey."

"What?"

"Don't smell good about you. Honestly, I can't stop."

"You know what? I'm serious. Can't we just have a little chat with the lower body?"

"No, this is a serious story, too. For example. Now, what if I don't help you rub your tits?

The collector put it in his mouth and immediately felt himself significantly lowering the stage as a human being, sweating cold as he protruded his lower lip like a chimpanzee.

Cordura's gaze. As you can see the dirt on the side of the road, there was disgust.

"Scum. True scum. I've missed it from the start, but it's kind of a talent to be able to lower my ratings any further."

"No, I'm sorry. That's bullshit. Seriously, I'm reflecting. But really, why don't you just let me touch it for a second? No, not in a sexual sense. Here's what inspires a man to fight, its, kind of an initiative"

The treasurer was sweating. Explaining, Cordura finally dropped her shoulder as big as she was tired, and went.

"Ha. I've already had trouble preaching some sense to you. Really, just a little bit, huh?

"Seriously!? Yay! Aah!! Whatever you say! Men are brazen! Yikes!! Japanese-style rape, wow!

"Ba, silly. Who told you to let me! He said he didn't have any other emotions with him just to do candy so he wouldn't have to do it any more!!

"But Momomi, you're okay."

"... sooner or later. Take your time, they won't take care of you."

The collector slowly approached from the front as he held or opened his hand with a blissful expression.

This is what the military teacher in his heart said at this time.

My great achievement, he said.

"Excellent. I didn't know the day was coming to subdue that petty cordura"

It's humiliating.

"But you were pretty nice-tech. You were going, too."

"Ahhh!? Shit, I'm kidding. That's too disgusting for you. Who, up, just, you idiot!

"Sister. To fold your cravings, make sure to rub your life into the Master Clan Hall"

"Funny store, it's not open all of a sudden. And if I tell anyone about today, I'll chase you to the end of the earth and chop your son to dust."

"Leave the joke at this rate. Hey, Cordura. From here on out, I'm serious. Lucia will be ready to do the kachiko with the thirteenth lord. I don't care if you shelf your brother-in-law or whatever, don't let such a joke rush this city. Right now, I'm going after this blue ball and I'm going to bust a vampire bastard named Dracool. You go back and contact the church. The White Cross will rush, and everything will be over."

"That's right. No way, it's nighttime for the Knights to embark on a crusade, even if we go back to church and tell the truth. Those guys aren't stupid, either. If the Church gathers more soldiers than they are in the human city, they'll get the hell out of here. If that happens, what do you think the Bishop's position will be? There's no better way for us to get Keri than by sticking his neck in here."

"You're shaking."

Cordura frowned meticulously as she paid for the golden hair on her chest. She turns to her back as if trying to hide the slight loosening of her clenched fist. As if being worried was humiliating, I shook my face when I needed to fool my lips.

"It's true. They are the thirteenth prince of the devil clan. But I'm sure I can handle that because your friend has that Alexei..."

"Hey, what the hell are you trying to get him into?"

"Because..."

When the collector tongued bitterly, he sat down in his chair in an unusual and grumpy manner, hitting the contents of the liquor bottle on the table well. The smell of dark alcohol drifts around. Something like the unique body odor of an angry kemono is violently dissipated.

"Hey, could you be jealous?

"Ugh! That's not true!!

To begin with, it was Cordura, whose mouth was pokane-opened as she was taken aback, but who, in the attitude of the too easy to understand collector, made a gentle expression that was not always noticed and crept into her large shoulder with her back turned. Red eyes, like ruby, sparkle with pleasure. It was filled with joy, like a child who found a toy.

"Klund, don't you have something really cute to cook? Oh, or what? Yeah, yeah. Crand's a sashimi. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I wonder if I made you feel alienated. Look, your sister's a good girl, so she's in a good mood."

"It's happening! If this happens, I'll get rid of all the vampires by myself and let them call me Gaffoon! In time, let me do one shot! Yes, decision!! Mr. Cordura's virgin."

"Ha!? How dare you? Suddenly, even the screws in your head came off? Wait a minute."

If you made a decision, the collector acted fast. In the first place, I don't even have a head that can plan so closely. Follow Lucia and cut off the scourge of the Thirteenth Duke. The speed of this man is unmistakable when he pops up according to simple extreme behavioral logic. The rain that was falling from the dawn became light, and I often don't even care. In the first place, people in this world don't have the habit of giving umbrellas. Follow the Collector in the order of Cordura, Tomoe, Alexei, and Amy. It would be a human saga that lives in almost herds, following a man who rushed out without even telling him why. Along the way, Tomoe, who was concerned about his fellow executors, called me to stop, and the collector finally stopped running. According to Tomoe, the inn he used to stay in was surprisingly nearby. Blue balls on the tracking board, pointing to the location of a line in Russia, remain in the heart of the city. Speaking from the direction, I found that the other side of Aoyama was towards the corner, where luxury residential neighborhoods stood even in the city.

"High-ranking demons say they prefer a life as gorgeous as humans. Looks like we're headed to the mansion we were following in advance."

"Right. So, can we go and worship Tomoe's people? What, you look so worried. I'm going to apologize to you."

"Heh, heh. Don't get on with it. That was yesterday. I just plotted to use you. I don't care who's supposed to recognize a nasty man like you as my brother in law!

I'm gonna apologize.

"... yeah"

Tomoe, who had stopped being strong, was quite awesome. If I did, I would have decided to be brainless or Tomoe's leg would have made me quicker. Residents of the city who left the house in anticipation of the rain rising were able to scatter all over the stores alongside the Zlari.

"Even so, is the executor so tough to get out of?"

"Um. In the first place, the executor of the Church is always made up of the originalist and the self-expressing lust. Um, a daughter named Tomoe. If you're bad, they'll strip you of your position."

"Not so much, something. But you're kind of one of us. I don't know, I'm sorry."

"Klund, you've lived in a very lush world. I'll live long."

"Ooh, Klando. Where the hell are we headed?

"I know Omei, too - so don't follow me. You're a dick. And let Amy go to us right away. It could be a lot of Dangers up ahead."

"Oh, no, I thought I'd have lunch. Why don't we all pinch something? Just in time for lunch, we're leaving with an affordable store."

"Alexei. Actually, I left the house in a hurry, so I don't really have a lot of company."

"Oh, my God, Amy's a whoopee."

"Ugh."

"haha"

"... and, well, you know, couples have a lot of time for comics."

Shortly after the beginning of the year, for a moment, a crowd of people were gathered in flame-wrapped buildings, illusory as to whether they were even doing something.

"Everyone was staying at the inn."

Tomoe finally sits down nagging on the spot saying that. As I am forced to take my arms and let them stand, the irreverent voice of the unspoken pops into my ear.

"Why not, early in the year, this noise!

"Whatever, I don't know. The Asians said they couldn't get the inn on fire!

They're starting to slash each other in the open spaces in the back.

"I'm talking about a kid in a monk's coat who's been slashed about four or five more times."

"Are the Knights or the vigilantes still here?"

"I hear about three people were beaten to death around the corner that went into a stop."

"This guy has a reputation for being a good spectacle early in the New Year."

"I'm getting tired of drinking at home. It's a little bloody, but it's a good distraction."

The collectors tried to swim through the crowd and were forced to step forward. The muffled enthusiasm struck my cheeks from across. In the rain you wouldn't notice if you didn't raise your face, it would be water on the burning stone before the fire. Nearby residents are desperately doing bucket relays, but they can't even rest against three-story wooden construction.

"Klando, look at that!

Cordura withered her throat and screamed. The blurring is too great, otherwise you can't hear it even if you're close. The circle of tragedy was widening in the direction she pointed. It's probably a fire exclusion land. Fighting was still ongoing in a square set up to avoid anarchy.

"Son of a bitch! Damn, why don't you tell me where the rest of my people are!!

The man who threw up so was a wildling man with a giant body nearly three meters away. Stretched dirty long hair dancing on my back. As he is strangled in the throat with one hand, he sees a lightly lifted black-crushed monk's coat, and Tomoe tries to move forward with a raised voice. In a hurry, the collector stopped.

"Get off me! That's Abel, he's one of mine!

"Easy, Tomoe. Something's wrong with that big fat bastard."

Seeing the appearance of the giant, it could be seen as a mixed race with the subhuman. Right next door, an adventurous man kindly told me that that was an Orc warrior named Naepomuk.

"Boy, throw up while I'm being gentle. Otherwise, you're going to be just like your buddy rolling at your feet right now."

"Did you think this man would listen to a pig like you?"

"Oh. Xama, I see you want to die so badly. So here it is!!

The fat, half-oak man screamed, stripping his fangs off like he was out of his mind, glowing his blood-running eyes to pieces and devouring them to the man's throat. As mosquitoes suck the animal's blood, Napomuk's canine teeth pop out drawing curves thin and long, momentously pumping a large amount of fluid from the man's neck. Did the crowd find anything strange about this, too, and quickly opened the distance from the spot.

Oh, and an executor named Abel leaked a mute voice. Abel's body shrinks more and more at an unlikely rate so as to drain air from a plastic bag packed in bread. I don't even have to doubt it anymore. A half-oak warrior named Naepomuk was a corpse ghost under the control of a bloodsucking species, no matter how he saw it.

"To, throw, t, moe......!

Naepomuk laughed at Nitanita with a barbaric face when he threw away Abel like Dashigara, who sucked away with no blood, like garbage, and put his perspective on Tomoe, who stood still with a blue look.

"Ha. Church stinks. I thought the smell would pump. Did you finally have the last one? It saved me a lot of time looking. Look, don't move in there. After you've had a lot of fun, I'll suck you off to the last drop. Be prepared, little girl."

"How dare you have company!"

"Wait, don't hurry up. Tomoe!!"

Shaking off the stopping of the treasurer, Tomoe ran out like an arrow. He took a quick blow toward Naepomuk as he quickly pulled out his hips sword. The obliquely run silver wire moved behind the giant in front of him at a faster speed than expected, wondering if he would just stick around the flank of the half oak.

Didn't you think they'd turn you in?

Tomoe's upper body collapsed slightly in the form of a slash. Naepomuk swinging his thick arm like a water wheel reminiscent of the great tree, he quickly shook it down toward Tomoe's back.

"Ku-!"

but tomoe wasn't as mediocre a warrior as eating it on mattomo either. To avoid a direct hit, he deflected critical by demonstrating his forged trunk abilities. He poked his right knee at the spot the moment he left the spot so that the rubber area could play, but was slightly rubbing or landing.

"Whoa. Was that shallow? I didn't expect to avoid the blow. For a woman, it's something to do inside. All right, if I can specifically avoid the next attack, I'll do my point of reference as passing. Glad to hear it, little girl. If you're lucky, you'll be allowed to finish the rest of your life as my sex doll. By the mercy of the transcendent Naepomuk, the newly reborn Lord Drakur!!

"You seem to have forgotten your share when you're in good shape."

Tomoe regained his calm or stood up as if nothing had happened. Alexei pulled on Cordura, who advanced in an attempt to join.

"Rest assured. I don't think that lady is weak enough to beat some of the grubby fish."

When Tomoe looked at his opponent with a clear slit length of his eyes, he set his long sword in front of him.

"Well, I think I'll use it a little bit. Perhaps you can beat this reborn transcendental species. Come with all your might. Let's play."

As Naepomuk kicked the executioner's carcass, he gently lifted the cobbled stick that had been rolled aside and stood with one hand. Then he slowly targeted the walls of the burning building and twice, three times, shot his gains hard. Slowly, the earthy sound echoed around the house licked with red lotus flames. If we get this close to the fire scene, there's no way we're not going to bear the yaked. In particular, Napomuk was stopping by for a burning fire to use a stick. His spare time lay in the very body of it. After the demonstration, when we reached the center of the fire shelter, we exposed ourselves to boast of our burnt faces. Ugly drawn traces of yaked disappear without a trace as I look around. It is an amazing regenerative ability of a corpse ghost that hits a vampire's grandson. He was at the beginning and end of letting even the clumsy wink see how proud he would have been of this newly acquired physical ability.

"Something..."

"Hmm? What's the matter? Little girl."

"Did you even eat something bad for the body? Otherwise, the ugliness of its face would be unlikely. Or an oak bloodsucker. Did that alien face strive to be that way?

The giant subman, thinking he laughed audaciously, sputtered his brown sputum out of his throat vigorously, messing with his clenched fist. Burning red eyes narrow. From all over, the strong odor characteristic of mad kedamonos rose.

"No toy frame. Regret your own loss, little girl. You made fun of me, this proud warrior. Let's make it the mince we want right now."

Naepomk ran out, spreading his anger, hoisting his stick over his head.