Dungeon+Harem+Master

- Be a knight who protects only you. Yes, I certainly should have sworn.

Lynx Propert was born in a small village far west of King's capital Romles.

The name of the village.

There would have been a clear name, but for Lynx, I can't remember it well. For most men born in that village do not leave the village until they die.

Daily supplies come from Heart Springs, the closest city, where merchants replenish them with lunar ich. Speaking of which enough, I don't feel a little bit like it, but most villagers didn't think it was inconvenient, so they turned their share around and put together quite a happy life.

Lynx, among the villages, was for the time being a person belonging to a class caught in the upper part. His clan was, for generations, a lower nobleman who served the Panilla clan, the lord who ruled the villages nearby.

No, he was an escort knight who lived a life no different from that of a peasant, who was so abundantly native to the area that he also named himself a nobleman. He had, for one thing, something to be proud of the people of the village. It was to be a childhood friend with Lucia Panilla, daughter of the lord. In her childhood, she could not distinguish herself by her ascending or descending status, she was a buddy who played muddy like a village bad boy and a puppy, but as she got older, the girl eventually grew up to be a princess who seemed only to be your lady, out of the reach of Lynx and with honor.

Lynx, even that day, as usual, was killing time whistling under the great tree, growing on a small high hill overlooking the village. He did not spare his skeleton for the archery of swordsmanship, but hated the farming work his parents pressed against him. He plays a song with his eyes closed as he melts on a leaking day, sucking the scent of blue grass into his nostrils.

"Oh. Also, are you going away? You can't be a fine farmer like that."

"... what. Lucia."

When I opened my eyes to the shadow it took, there was a lady, the son of a beautifully grown lord, who even had a couscous laugh with pleasure.

"I don't know, that's rude. No matter how much, my childhood friend, I'm not a little rude to the lady."

"This guy is rude. Lucian Lady."

"Ugh. Don't be such a lady. You always say that."

"I'm sorry. No."

"What?

"Enjoy the reluctant face of Russia"

"Hmm. I won't give you a souvenir for such a mean thing"

"Whoa. I was just getting hungry. Merciful, my princess. If you have any feelings for this servant, let me not satisfy my hunger and thirst with the things I have raised in his hand."

"Even if you didn't say such a thing. From the beginning, this was prepared for Lynx."

"Aha. Thank you, thank you. Lucia is sweet, after all."

"If you flatter me like that, it won't come out any more than what's here."

"Well, I mean birth pay. Instead, this man, if he does anything for you, forgive me peacefully."

"Damn, I'm in good shape. So, can you swear? Knight."

"Yes, Princess Lucia. Lynx takes his vows to the sandwich and alcohol in that basket. That, in the event of the crisis of the gracious Princess of Lucia, I will risk my life to protect you."

"Totally, as usual, you mean good things. You are."

Lynx, as he rose from his pillow, put his face close to him and gently kissed him as he scuffed to Lucia, who stood on the great tree.

The two of them did not doubt that this happiness would last forever in the future.

Anything else, I didn't want.

The evil came from the east. A giant monster named Wendigo walked our way through the forest around the village, vandalizing the fields and turning into an easy threat to loosen the villagers' lifelines. It is not unusual for monsters to appear in the surrounding villages, but they were all capable of extermination in self-defence, overconfident the deputies and the soldiers in the fortifications.

"Lynx. Good luck."

In public, Lucia, unable to break his position as the daughter of a lord, spoke less to Lynx, who led the platoon as one of the heads of objects.

I didn't know it was walking down the path of doom.

As a result of the battle, nearly half of the soldiers suffered serious injuries, and Lynx also returned to the entrance of the village with a deep hand on his shoulder, like a candlestick.

A monster named Wendigo has fifty manpower. Unlike the way he looked, his head spinning so fast that he quickly dragged the soldiers into the intensely inclined terrain of uncoupled collaboration, with his giant wooden arms and nails, he had nothing more to do with killing a paper doll to pull a thousand cuts than to be brilliant with his enemies.

As for Lynx, he couldn't be more miserable for slapping that big mouth. Or so it was as if there was no prospect that he could lead the soldiers again to win the crusade. The only other way to do this is to hope to God that someone in Heart Springs, who is always making a deal, will notice the village anomaly and report it to the King's Capital.

In the first place, even if one Lynx stood up bravely, weak soldiers with little combat experience would not try to follow it. On the contrary, the shoulder wound was deeper than I thought and the lynx itself began to lay low on the floor whether it had been infected with strange fungus.

"I'm sure. I'm sure, because it'll be better soon"

Later in the night, Lucia snuck out to see Lynx and burned her care for her. A solitary, he could have left his parents' house and rented a house in the corner of the village, but it is more of a solitary self-depraved life. Lucia, the young lady, is used to the hand, and when she does the cooking laundry with a texture, she takes it without a single unpleasant face to the pus and dirty bandage. Lynx is not impossible. Until this point, even if we were intimate, we just never took an oath to leave the body of Russia to our own emotions.

No, I endured. There's no way he didn't lust for the mucky double hill valley or the abundant glutes pointing this way defenselessly, which he sees when he has cancer. He was, at the very least, bullying men into impossible dreams that he wanted to become a knight in front of one person and raise the merit that everyone had to admit before marrying a dignified Lucia.

Defeat Wendigo. In this situation, if we accomplish miraculous feats like saving the village, everyone will have to recognize themselves. Rather, this anomaly was a one-of-a-kind opportunity for Lynx.

- So, this shoulder injury hurts.

In half a month, as it were, you'll be able to move it.

One young man came to the village as if to grin at his aspirations like that.

His name is Mircha.

He was a man with terrible, demonic eyes and a frivolous beauty in his spine.

He stopped by pretentiously and offered a Wendigo crusade to the hall's deputy, with his feet into the woods, in one piece.

There's no way that monster can defeat such a gentle man. Yes, it was with Lynx and the soldiers who were tearing Taka apart, but when he came back worn out, the furry object he had listed as a loot was undoubtedly the right arm of that monster. Russia and the villagers cheer up and rush over to the beautiful young man who falls down at the entrance to the village. With his hands wounded, Lynx was stunned to see Mircha held up by Lucia, the first time something so ugly existed within him.

The exit of the village remained strangled, and doom was so imminent. But by the work of the young man who miraculously appeared, I saw only a few hopes. And all the joy of the villagers? The young man, in the upper seat of the castle's reception, sat Lucia next to him, behaving as if it were the norm. The villagers also tolerate it naturally.

I see his attitude, unlike that of just an adventurer, preserves the style of kingdom aristocracy that drew the line. Lynx, with his face in the last seat, only gives a slight glimpse of the flow. I was applauded for my misery and jealousy. Lucia, too, I know she has to be welcomed as the daughter of a lord, but to a somewhat pleasant look, Lynx had her chest burned with a flame of jealousy and was in pain just being on the spot.

Beauty and sword arms are top notch. If this happens, there's no way the village daughters will leave Mirche alone.

A room in Mirche, sitting in the fort hall with a natural face, was to be attended by women on a daily basis. Inside the village, there was an air of no choice, and one soldier, who found out his lover was being held by Mirce day after day, swallowed with remorse and, with intense stupidity in the only liquor store in the village, watched him drown in booze to bathe, and not per person, Lynx also felt faint anxiety.

In fact, Mirce is definitely making a difference. When he commanded a squad, he reached Heart Springs safely and successfully loaded supplies into the village. He said that in the city, he would entrust a complaint to a certain man, and any day an army would be dispatched from the way it should be.

This led Mirce to become more and more vocal in the village. When Mirce returned to the village, he was accompanied as an assistant by about ten blind adventurers who hired him into the city. Neither can deputies be ketched by Mirche, who at first showed difficulty but is steadily producing results.

From that day on, in the village, hell was definitely beginning. The mischievous adventurer was like Mirche's caution stick. Mirche used the mischievous ones who were intoxicated by him, this time forcing the wives in his eyes to pronounce themselves on the subject of taking care of them around him. The daughters, who had previously passed drunk by the beauty of Mirce, were now lowered to the adventurers, and in the hall, they tried to disturb the discipline as if it were a whorehouse, covering their eyes so much from those who knew before.

"Petro's cami took him."

"Oh, is that Eliza? My lord, those big tits are so impatient."

"Besides, Bob just got his daughter-in-law the other day. Is that Manuela? He was hurt yesterday."

"Ooh, I heard. I heard. Anything, he's enjoying the two side by side and alternating. Um, whatever the hell you want with your ass. Petro, Bob, we need to lock ourselves in and show our faces."

"Yes, I do. Hey, trade you for this wife!

"Ha! Well, your Excellency doesn't like it! Oh, my God, my eyes are twice as good as Ora's. If you take that one, your Excellency will be crushed!

The villagers only began to refer to Mirce as His Excellency at any time, including

Mirche, as it turns out, when she finishes tasting the woman, lowers it all to the adventurer, the keeper, and lets the wife hold it in front of her, making it a liquor dish. It is a matter to spit on.

But the words of Lynx, the cripple, are powerless. To stop Milche's barbarity is virtually impossible unless Lynx defeats Wendigo on his own.

Do whatever it takes before the poisonous fangs of him reach out to Russia.

In doing so, a terrible day has finally arrived.

At first, it begins with the opinion of Lucia, who saw no abuse of Mirce.

I can close my eyes to my village daughter as a free romance, but I won't allow her to have any more hands on her historic wife.

Milche cheered glossy to show off her whitened beauty, not letting the slightest dust loosen her confidence in a tattooed manner, even when discussing it with Lucia, while letting her wife serve under her desk.

"Then will you serve me in the future?

It was an evocative attitude. Lucia bounced it off with perseverance. Mircha backed off on the spot, but now he demanded that he turn to his deputy, arrogantly seeking Lucia as a sidekick. It was the deputy who was stunned. As for him, there is no way he can offer the daughter of a lord to a vagrant adventurer, even if only in form.

As a result, the grooves between the two became thorough.

A few days later, with this at its roots, Mircha did not go out to intercept the monster who attacked the village, at the expense of a vulnerable large number of villagers. With almost absolute charisma in his hand, Mircha incited the villagers to kill the deputy. It is a result driven by passion, but when I woke up, people deeply regretted what they had done and were frightened.

The commander's top was discussed, and most of the remaining knights and soldiers fled the village. The next thing I know, I'm afraid of the aftermath. This made the outline of the request left in the village an outfit entrusted to Mircha and the adventurers who are his subordinates.

"I can't believe you just accepted his caretaker!? You know best what Mircha has done so far!

"But maybe you really just want to take care of yourself"

Lynx was in persuasion until the last moment when Lucia decided to go to Mircha's room. The hall is well cleaned, but in some rooms the adventurers stayed with our faces all the time, each pulling in their favorite woman and fumbling with sluts.

"Shit! Then I'll kill that monster right now."

"Don't even say what you can't do!!

Lynx looked directly at Lucia wet in tears.

Black pearl-like eyes look straight back.

This young man will ravage his dark hair, his rich breasts, his round, soft glutes, and his long, spotless legs.

With anger and suffering, my head is about to burn out. Lucia is desperately trying to endure the humiliation she is about to inflict by biting her cherry blossom colored lips.

I couldn't get away with it. If I put that in my mouth, I really felt like I could be discerned from Lucia. She made up her mind to endure all the pain and humiliation for the villagers. I can't do anything. I don't deserve it. With pity, my face swells. At least, I didn't want to show any tears.

"I'm sure it wasn't like this. I can't resist humans."

"No, no, no."

Lucia lay down her clear eyes and cried bitterly.

It is the cry of the soul. Seriously, it sounded more sad to Lynx because of the restraint.

"Don't die, please. I'm sure this hell won't last -"

It's time.

A man waiting by the hallway forced him apart when he grabbed Lucia's arm. I did catch a glimpse of it then. A gaze stained with a man's favorite colour was soaked in the valley of her breasts. That fact alone burned my vision bright red.

Lynx had been listening to Lucian footsteps as they were pulled as they crashed into the hallway.

This humiliation is bound to clear up. I carved it into my soul.

Lucia, who was sent to Mircha's room, did not show up at all for seven days. In the meantime, Lynx wore a blanket from his head in the bed in his room, distressed.

If you go outside, even if you don't like it, the story of Lucia and Mircha will rise above the rumors of the villagers. In the back of Lynx's brain, Lucia exposed herself to various postures and the sight of being blamed in her eyes.

"Fuck off, fuck off!!

It was difficult for Lucian bodies to stay sane if they thought that man was devouring them. I spent little time eating and drinking only water GabGabe.

Only time is pointless.

Ironically, the shoulder wound was healing.

I haven't moved my arm for a long time, so my muscles are falling off considerably.

(I can't fight over this. At least scratching and slashing that bastard's neck is another dream of a dream)

Lynx stripped the blanket and stood up. If you haven't put solids in your belly for a long time, humans flutter easily. Moving to the kitchen, like wasabi, I stuffed my stomach with hardened black bread and cheese. While I was asleep, my delusions may have burned my reason.

Otherwise, we cannot reach such a decision. It's crazy. Lynx is trying to trample on what Lucia has defended by betting everything on, with mud shoes.

Fill the stomach. My anger came back to my face.

Then we headed to the tavern. Because you get much more integrated information than you do going directly to the hall. As expected, all the villagers were sober. It's a place that wasn't so busy before, but when you do, there's a lot of people. As long as the monster roamed, it was impossible to work outside the village, and with supplies that Mirce regularly carried in, he couldn't manage to eat and drink.

The information Lynx exemplified in his hand, he was prepared, but it was amazing. Mirce seems to blame Russia for seven days and seven nights and treat it no less like a sex slave. The man who told the rumor also turned away casually when he found out the other guy was Lynx. It is a well-known fact that they were good friends. Jealousy and remorse burn my chest. Imagining where Mirce handled Lucia's rich breasts freely, I was angry at how my hipster was.

Why didn't you jump at that time? It's all over.

(I'm too late to make a decision at any time)

If you ask me, Mirce, I hear he's still drinking this morning and holding back on his slutty behavior.

If that is the case, it is an opportunity. No matter how magnificent, after exhausting neither the finest nor the roots, you will not be able to stand up and show your strength to the fullest.

On top of that, Lynx had a firm resolve. Take out Lucia. You can be scorned now. Pull her arm and run away from the village. You don't have to deal with Mirce properly. For him, it's probably a game, but this one's risking his life to fight. I just have to bet on that one point.

Lynx, when he returned home, put on his armor helmet and held the spear. Then I sat down in my chair and waited patiently for the night to loom. This is the last time we wait. The enemy is not Mirche alone. In some cases, it is no surprise that all the villagers are pushing over the casa, as they did when they slaughtered their deputies.

Reminds me of what Lucia said when she broke up. Human beings can't resist it. If you keep your cheeks peeled and keep your mouth shut, Mirche might eventually get tired of leaving this village. Are you watching that in silence? Yes, I couldn't snort. If you don't stand up here, you no longer deserve to be alive. Anyway, it may have been too late for anything, but I won't get lost anymore. You don't have to get lost.

Human beings must have something more important than life.

Often, I was going to let it go, but I spent quite a bit of time. The outside world feels a lot quieter.

Lynx stepped outside with a slammed door, where the villagers jumped into his eyes, spraying fire and burning it down. The flames are in the wind, roaring so hard that the heavens are all scorched and mad. He moved to a mansion built just below the fort, feeling something cold running on his spine. At the entrance, was there a disturbance, a strong death odor, and the wreckage of soldiers, villagers, and women who had been cut off half naked rolled over?

"Lucia. Lucia!!

"Oh, what's the matter with you in such a hurry? What the hell."

When Lynx roughly pushed open Mirce's room, there was a beautiful man with a dart hanging there naked on his upper body. Mirche is about to throw the arrow in his hand toward the map between the walls, exposing his useless upper body. What was happening in the village was as if I wasn't interested.

"What the hell happened? to this mansion."

"... oh. Because I'm tired of being here. I'm trying to decide where else to go."

Mirche waved his arm and released the arrow of darts. The tip of the arrow fell polarized as it pierced the bottom of the map suspended on the wall.

"You said something strange, so it came off."

"Oh my god! I don't know what you're talking about! And what happened to the people who were dying everywhere! Why is the whole village in a sea of fire! And where is Lucia!!

"In the meantime, don't ask me a lot. You're a terrible man, not at all. Well, then, I'm free, so can I answer that question for you? First, the person you most want to know. Lucia will be there."

Lynx stripped vigorously as he jumped onto the blanket on the pointed bed.

There, a girl who had become like a cancer, lay down with her vain eyes.

Hold him while he's half frenzied. She had been scorned by an abominable man, but was just losing her mind and had no noticeable injuries.

"How dare you take Lucia!!

"Come on, this is a convincing thing that happened. Besides, don't listen to the rest of the story and pull out the sword. It's because of you."

"Talk."

"It was this me who set the whole village on fire. How could you? That's settled. I'm tired of playing in this village. [M] Besides, my pet, it's about time you wanted to kill someone. No, no. He's such a thug. It's not good for your health if you let it build up frustration for a long time."

Mirche gently struck his pinky finger as he moved to the window.

At the same time, the roar of a monster echoing down to the bottom of his belly stuck his ear. Lynx once remembered that roar he heard with despair and unconsciously stiffened his face. Mirche made a demonic gesture as she weaved a black shirt on her upper body as smooth as a woman's skin. My throat stings with the air I inhaled when I became crispy. Outside the window, Wendigo, the monster, looked up to the room with the Lord in an immovable position, like a tuned dog.

"Well, you, from the beginning..."

"I don't care if you notice. More or less, greedy adventurers don't bother to stretch their legs in a grassy secluded village where demons travel."

"Damn, you were working on it!!

"That's right. Here's the deal."

Milche's thrown arrow pointed somewhere again.

Now, trying to play there, all the time.

- Did the village continue to be danced to this guy's play from start to finish?

Through anger, my head is white. Lynx, letting go of the spear, also forgot that he was wearing a helmet and did his hand to the shelter.

"So I'm out of time. Look at the table. The scumbags are interested in the last feast."

Lynx snapped at the window and did his gaze all over the flamelit square.

Even in the long run, the anomaly was understandable.

The dead, whose arms were severed a thousand times, and whose necks were lifted, were attacking and eating each other at the villagers fleeing.

"Oh, my God, that's"

"That's a corpse ghost. A spike of demons that the dead can mass produce, a son of true ancestors. Look, look. Just by my command, this village will be destroyed instantly. Once, I don't know how many years have been built up, but if the profits that such people have cherished and nurtured are the pleasure when they collapse in an instant. For me, it's a great pleasure."

"Who the hell are you... Who is it?"

Milche's eyes faint everywhere, losing light.

He seems to be crying and laughing.

Either way, it's not from this world. Reminded me of the cold darkness that came from the bottom of the earth.

"I, the thirteenth Lord of Demons, am the true ancestor of vampires. It's Dracool."

That was the last of my memory. Lynx slowly moved his face up and down when he saw his white arms, which grew on his lower abdomen. Dracool slipped through the iron armor with his bare hands, wondering if he had moved half a step. Its speed, its power, it's not enough for mankind to shoulder.

The flames of anger that had mauled Lucia were also instantly extinguished. From the beginning, he was not present in the same standing position. It's not about winning, losing, that kind of thing.

- Humans were only carved into souls that they were all the same toys to this man.

I don't remember where or how you got out. If you notice, Lynx was on that hill with a pull of Lucia's arm and a view of the village. Was it slightly off the steeple? But that'll be over here, too.

"It's burning, the village"

The villages under his eyes are making loud noises, winding up firepowder and burning.

Everything gets filled with red. Lynx sat back with his back to the tree, sloppy. Seeing, Lucia, who had lost her mind, was crawling silently on all fours and peeking into her face.

I swore I would risk my life to protect it. but it is unlikely that the oath will be fulfilled.

It was just careless. Stretch your trembling fingertips towards her. The white, lustrous cheeks, with a touch reminiscent of fresh snow, reminded me of just a little warmth.

"Lynx. You can resent me. As of today, I have a human..."

Plumpy lips move with a toad, which is a habit before Lucia talks about trouble or good difficulty. I know. Lynx and Lucia have always been together.

Lucia gently stuck her bright white fangs against Lynx's neck.

Oh, is that okay? If it's your kiss you love, it's where you want it.

So no matter what place you fall into, no matter what happens to you and me.

Um, because I don't hate any hard work as a knight to fulfill my vows.

- Hey, Lucia.