Dungeon+Harem+Master

She has long been an irreverent daughter. Victoire was born into the prestigious Barthelemy family, ignoring all the opinions of his parents, and as an unmatched selfish daughter knighted by every woman, his own realm was barely known to the royal family.

She had eight older sisters named Victoria. Small, he had such a cute appearance that he appeared in a fairy tale, and he couldn't help but turn an envious eye to Victoire, who is regarded as tight in one way or another.

My sister was a good example of an aristocratic lady, whose head spins quickly, and she was deeply loved, including her own elder minister.

Victoire is a loser who admits himself. She was not retarded, but there was nothing less than a sister in academia, poetry, dancing, and courtesy as a lady. One, as a lady, was a dozen points, but she really wanted to get something better than her sister, and eventually she gets to one talent.

It was a sword.

At first, her parents, who had tried to laugh that it was your daughter's play, too, rarely beat the vice president of the White Snake Knights, one of the royal Kingsguard knights at the age of nine, before the thin laughter turned into the eyes of a bottom-cold fear. In particular, the mother noted that it was remarkable. Victoire is one of the cute daughters who bare her belly painfully. The liver was cooled every day when women handled such weapons and, in case anything happened, could not be retrieved, but it was Vallantine de Barthelmy, my real father, who was known for his rare daoists, who allowed this.

Uncle Andrew, who did not lean on his own territory and often played in the king's capital, offered his daughter to the Kingsguard knight of the princess Octavia von Romles, halfway through it. Two younger princesses and Victoire were strangely horribly equine fit.

The princess doesn't want Victoire by her side to let her go. Fortunately for this, Victoire glares up his sword arm. It's a vicious circle. This kept me away while I saw it as common sense that an ordinary nobleman should naturally wear. Victoire had a part of it that didn't get out of hand for anything personally, and the shit serious thing about it was that it was remarkably divergent from a colleague who was only famous when it came to the Kingsguard Knights. She's not stupid either. If they had neglected themselves, they could have guessed. I could, but I didn't dare, and by behaving I was always barely defending my solidified pride. The Kingsguard Knights are almost honorary. Trying to keep my duties faithful like an idiot was a reality to the extent that I counted her. It was only natural for her to deepen her isolation without losing her hand and carelessness. Face-to-face, I will work with most of the team members in a trustworthy way, but I don't have any private relationships. With the exception of the princess and Hannah for her sister, who is a samurai, no visitor to the holiday Victoire, how much was the loneliness?

It was a ceremony of valiant summons, which occurred in such a fold. Octavia, worried about the corrupt royal palace and the land that was eroded every day, with a glimmer of hope, carried out a forbidden secret, but the result remained merely to summon the legendary warcraft Behemoth and lose his precious soldiers.

The leap of the heavy ministers responsible for the false prince, said to be the belly brother, also gained momentum, and the suspicious and unsurpassed presence, called the “brave man" who called, was no longer anything but vicious just there. He commanded me to protect the existence that could be both a valid hand tag and a poison that curtailed my life. That is, it can be said that Victoire's days of distress began there.

(Oh, why, I guess I find it hard not to have such a benefit either)

I try to lift my eye lid like I woke up from a dream, but as if struck by lightning, I don't have the strength in my body. Somehow, I know it's a cold place, but I don't understand why I'm sleeping in the dark like this. Dark. It was, everywhere, in the dark. I feel so much easier when I give up squeezing my eyes open and pull myself out of my limbs. Gradually, the memories back and forth are connected. There, after all, it was not a pleasant thought, but a quarrel voice from a fellow man who seemed to have been close, and a crowd of angry eyes.

"Everything's been troublesome now..."

Victoire let his lips wander and grin as he strongly portrayed in his head the image of pulling a thousand pieces of the line that was connected. Free from suffering. I couldn't be sure, but I'm sure, I thought it worked.

"Wait a minute. Where are you going?"

"Leave me alone! I want to be alone!

The treasurer pursued with all his might his back in front of him, screaming. Victoire is showing a bare gesture of looking back from time to time, hoping to leave him alone. This is a silent message that no matter what you think, go after me unconsciously. Don't leave me alone. It's not a sign of bullying, but you just can't miss it. By following her, you would definitely have bought disgust from everyone. It's like pushing one side of the scale on its own volition, but I was afraid to go home to the tent.

Feeling like an invisible curse piercing his back, the collector vehemently regretted that he was one step closer to the dreary truth of the woman's obsession. If you stand over there, this one won't stand.

Regardless of whether the Japanese are blood flowing through the species, they are judges.

As a snail, it's a bad girl herself, such as letting her chase the favor of a collector unhindered. As it was, it was up to each other to translate her well at the end and return to the tent to be the mussillo of the needle.

(And even so, there's no way I can leave you alone. Because I don't care about making women like this, they can be obstinate or secluded - I guess)

And the keeper put himself up on the shelf, and bewitched his daughters. It is impossible for a human being to reflect on his actions when his head is cuckooed.

In interpersonal relationships, when boiled or twisted, once, distance or time is an effective handset, but sadly this was not the whole city. It's not what kind of trap or vicious monster lurks in.

In the first place, it is an uncultivated land that just ran around like this and doesn't even seem to know its current location. Nevertheless, it did not begin to preach Wang De to the monsters who could not even speak, but what was more dangerous was to speak of a similar adventurer. The kind of man who enters and leaves the dungeon is mostly the Great Mountain Master after a thousand gold grabs, or the unreliable of the stuffing. Some of them may sincerely tackle the offense with ideals, but such a person would be a grip.

Victoire is a master of swordsmanship but, at the same time, a young woman with an extraordinary appearance.

It is common sense to think that men who broke into the cellar and made a living can't help targeting such females.

It's not like she's not sleeping well if she's hurt or if she gets attacked in a mouth truck. The collectors often tried to make themselves by standard, but anyway, one woman's behavior did not turn into dangerous.

"Whoa whoa!?

The sudden disappearance of Victoire, who was running in front, was blinking, just about every moment he could.

Wow, it's important, and the blood caught my attention from all over my body.

"Victoire! Victoire!!

I shouted out loud and noticed at the same time. The path that was in front of me is disappearing.

I'm often flabbergasted by the feeling of being turned into a fox, but that can't be happening.

I instantly stuck the lantern out gooey and looked out for him.

Geez, I was stunned as I loosened my forehead in the gust of wind blowing up from the bottom.

It's a cliff. Victoire fell to the bottom of it. My throat dried to a crisp, and right in front of me, darkened as it was anointed with ink. It wasn't metaphorical, it was so dark that I really thought my eyes were crushed. A puffy, grainy sweat erupts doedly on his back. Cold as the scrotum shrunk, ran around the center of his body like a current, piercing through the top of his head.

I fell. From here. Who. Victoire.

Did it take a few seconds to figure it all out? A collector was pulled back with astonishing force as he attempted to ride the uninhibited into the hole. My throat shrunk and rang.

"Please don't. Your husband!

"Wow, hey, hey. Pordina!?"

Turning around, Pordina, with a pale complexion, was grabbing her coat with tremendous strength. While doing so, successively, his companions gathered to look down at the huge dark canal that had spread in front of him and screamed in despair. Anxiety and fear were quickly chained and could be played to the point of ferocity.

"You fell!? Hey, Mr. Klander."

Hilda screamed as she disturbed, pointing her finger at the hole.

"This is what I do because I am troll..."

Meryandale assumes at will that the beginning of the noise lies with him, staring into the darkness and stopping moving with his knees poked on the spot.

"It's my fault...! If I hadn't blamed Victoire, this wouldn't have happened!!

Lacey cried out in a crazy voice as she lay her face down on the ground.

As I hear the kinky cry, I'm going crazy this way.

It took a lot of patience to get to yell at me. Not if you're doing that. You have to take the best option that you should do on this occasion.

"Mr. Klando. I'll come."

Loulou said so, quickly descending the cliff, but hurriedly stopped.

"No, I'm coming. If Vee's hurt, I can't pull him up. Hey, Pordina! Artemisia! There must have been a zail in the tent! And so is the deke pile. You're a mess. Eh. Seriously, it's going to be like this!

When the collector roared like a lion, Artemisia and Pordina, who had regained their minds, moved quickly. After that, he acted fast. Striking the prepared pile on the spot, he turned the zail and wrapped it around his body. It is known that it can be stretched, but without it, the mental burden will be much different. Leftover Zaire. I wrapped it around my right shoulder with glue. When he held as much on his shoulder as he could hold, the collector immediately began the descent without hesitation. It looked like a cliff, but the slope is only forty degrees at best. It wasn't impossible if we acted calmly. It was a difficulty.

(As long as you're lucky to be caught somewhere...... Please stay safe.)

Feeling like praying, he runs down with a gnaw. Seeing it, the unique light emitting cockerel is native by the way, and the more descent continues, the clearer the vision becomes. The only thing about it was that I was lucky when it came to luck.

Keep an eye on the perimeter as you move your gaze to the left and right. The voices of the Laceys up there had reached a distance where they could not even hear a whisper.

"Where! Victoire! It's me! It's the treasurer! Reply if you hear me -!!"

I withered my voice, screamed, peeled off my eyes, and concentrated my spirit so I wouldn't miss one tiny shadow.

"Oops!? Seriously!!

Soon the collector was bad for the batless.

Unlike before, it is almost perpendicular.

Fall out of here. It meant certain death.

Did you fall into this place? Isn't it too late for everything? Whenever fright seemed to dominate me, I shook my head to dispel a delusion that wasn't even on edge.

My cheeks snap, my doko doko and my heart strike an early bell. Behind his brain, Victoire's face, angry, yelling and shuddering, blinked at an awesome rate.

Zaire, wrapped around the pile, had finally let go. I can't secure it long ago.

Can you get off here? In this darkness that goes on everywhere.

Chills that seem to freeze with no harrows left, crawl up the center of my body. It's a definite fear. We must hold back our fears and come to death. I didn't know, there was sloppy blood coming from my chewing lips. Its vibrancy, its moments, its consciousness becomes clear.

The collector peered at the bottom of the darkness, aided by the light cocks around him.

Probably can't even get down.

But what if there's no Victoire ahead?

Right now, isn't what you're doing pointless self-satisfaction?

The thoughts glued around the back of his brain, frightened and imprisoned, and attached to a bully worm spinned.

"Oh no, that doesn't matter -!!"

Like an idiot when I realized it, it was attached to the wall. The impending infinite darkness also scared me, but my body was moving more automatically than I thought. The collector forced himself down the wall of unlikely angles as he called Victoire's name out of his mind.

Squirrel, fingers on a thin crack called, and then it goes down. Whenever I got cold air blowing up from the bottom, my strength leaked like a bucket out of the bottom. The sweat that blew up stuck to his face and it froze. The temperature is absolutely zero. Does Victoire have health? Or is it the will of the treasurer?

"Wait. Wait, Victoire!!

Ugh, absurd breathing sounds like a fierce beast. Very, I feel so stinky that I don't think it's my breath. You can tell if you're putting too much effort into your back teeth, or if the mistletoe squeaks, it's ringing inside your body. Take plenty of time and go down the vertical wall. Place the invisible scaffolding with an almost wild exploration of the toe. Muscle strength and mental strength. All remaining abilities are shredded gallantly. It's a series of actions that don't go anywhere between. My whole body muscles screamed. The act of getting off this cliff is not that technically difficult. Except for the dark, the rocks are quite uneven and clues are innumerable. It's just that climbing without a billay is a fear in itself. If you fall, you don't know how far the hole goes. No matter how many immortal bodies possessed, they could not be reduced in temper to a sense of fear. My shoulder muscles stick out, and whenever I move my fingertips, my tremors get severe. The pain only accumulates quietly because there is no place to stop acting and rest. It's already painful, already painful. It makes me want to go through the pain and throw everything away. My heart is going to pop out of my mouth. It was spiritually painful to aim for an end where the slaughter also didn't know how far the tightness would last. Strength is everything. Cliff. I thought of the cliff. The collector, just, even, searched for a squirrel, fingered it, carved the steps as he explored the slightest scaffold, a blunt motion, but definitely went down. It was superhuman behavior.

but amateur burning blade technology and so on are known. Poke your heart loose and it descended. The collapse was a flash. I stepped off. Yes, it was late when I found out.

The collector was screaming with fear when his whole body danced to the universe all the time.

While rolling, the other self was somewhere calm.

to the shoreline, beating his body several times, waiting for that time.

Normal health and strength are impossible.

But the power forged by Immortality Red, the crest of immortality that shines on this chest, is not lined up. Ignoring the speed and load, I stuck my finger in a squirrel that I could only see for a moment.

At the same time, he struck his face and belly against the head of a sticking rock. Here he is. He definitely damaged some of his guts and ribs. But then I will change my life over the balance. Stick to hard rock skin. Feeling reborn in Yamori, the Zao went down to the bottom of darkness, which once again lasted everywhere.

I was lucky to find Victoire. It just so happened that I felt like I saw something shiny in the shadow of a traversed mirror, something chilling. It is in darkness. Still, the keeper couldn't help betting.

"Oh well. That light is the collar I did..."

She was disciplined to wear the collar of a joke goodies slave she had ordered Pordina to build. That happened to be reflected in the brightness of light, which was native to rocky skin. Operate and illuminate the lantern that was on your hips. Now I saw a definite glow.

I don't feel pain with joy. There was no reason but I was sure.

- Victoire is absolutely alive.

"I can already see it to my face. I can see it."

With luck, Victoire seemed to have fallen into a swarm of rocky moss and mushrooms that had grown in large quantities. Koke was flexible enough to rebel when pressed by hand. Are you lucky or unlucky? It was also fortunate that the rock shelves were unusually large.

If the collector relied on a slight hold and stepped down by her side and peered down, it was no longer true darkness. Tilting the light, she had closed her eyes on her back with the whiteness of her dead skin. Reach out and touch your cheeks and it's cold as ice. Rock shelves without shields are brisk with fierce winds. The wind, pleasantly felt by the collectors who have been moving their muscles ever since, was also fatal for Victoire, who has lost consciousness. Despair makes it dark in front of you. I tried to cover him up and put his face close, and he shouted willingly.

"Wake up! Victoire! Wake up!!

"... I hear you. Don't be silly, fool."

The collector hugged Victoire with a joyful look on his face. It's all about strength. When she shook her face like that, she tried to wake herself up and put her neck up. The soothsayer lifted her up and let her keep her back on the wall for an easy posture.

"You were well safe. But good for you!

"Don't be silly. That, from the place, falls, can't be intact...... This time, he had a defensive magical amulet, so he just died instantly..."

"Hehe, if you just slap the whisper, there's no problem."

"There's a problem. It was hard work on purpose, but go back first. I can't move."

"I don't give a shit, don't say. If it's enough to let you go back, we shouldn't bother looking for you! Everybody's worried about you!!

"Then it's all the more so. I don't want to hurt you and everyone hates you any more."

- You.

Victoire's tone seemed less willing to go back on its own, although he remained more powerful than he thought, how shocked the bullet earlier was. The collector silently palpated her body. Usually, he should turn his face bright red and go mad, but he didn't have the strength to defy just by putting on his face.

"You haven't been hit with a bone. I'll take care of it."

"Are you insane? There's no way you can climb such a vertical wall, carrying people around. Hmm. I'm sorry to hear that. I know you tried so hard to grab it even with my feelings, but it seemed like you were wasting your legs. Yes. Anyway, I can no longer help. You can do whatever you want with an icy body like this. It's not a bad idea to know a man when you're dying."

"Victoire......"

The collector tries to force her to tie her to her back with a zail, but for some reason she has been desperate to resist the act. It's meant to be. It's hard to be a woman. Even with strength and on her back, it was visible to crash upside down to the bottom of the cliff if there was no feeling of help in her.

The collector, of course, is not going to die in a place like this, nor is he going to waste the results of his hard work coming down and dump her on a rock shelf.

As the glue continued as it was, the gusts blowing up from the bottom gained more momentum. It is even a difficult direct climb. Besides, there is no reason to carry one human being and deliberately challenge bad conditions. When the collector suggests that time be put aside, Victoire holds the knee-boy silently and pushes him into silence. I couldn't do it. The bottom of the hole had unusually low temperatures. According to experience and reckoning, it's probably approaching zero. Besides this strong wind. Victoire, who was still physically fit but left wild, would be close to the limit, the collector said. Wait for the wind to stop in a short time. Or, Ichi or Bee, challenging Battless in this gust of wind? I guess my temper was preserved as I talked, but as soon as I interrupted the conversation, Victoire was drawn into his sleep like the thread was broken. I heard a quiet sleep as I put my face closer. That was all I meant to be tired.

I raise my face thinking it's strangely cold.

I found the void dangling with flickering and fine mirrors.

"Oh, my God, the climate. Seriously, it's lame. This place...!

The collector pounded his tongue violently and did it with his own jacket over the sleeping Victoire. Now the wind will have been able to block off. It's not even beautiful to flatter, but let's have patience there. I just took one off, and the intense cold came upon me. How thoughtful she would have been in the darkness freezing to the bones. Standing in front of the sleeping Victoire, the zodiac imagined himself to have become a single wall, blocking as much as possible a storm of cold air from her body.

Victoire woke up unwittingly from the bottom of his deep sleep and wolfed violently. The bees and the hard ones are making a meeting noise. It was the tone of my teeth. The more wrinkles leaned between his eyebrows, the more intense the itching and pain ran to his fingertips. I'm getting frostbite.

- Oh, speaking of which. What was I doing until just before? My head is blurred and my consciousness is uncertain. The eye lid is not even picky, as if it had heavy stones on it. Just in front of me, I felt a huge mass of heat, as if the incendiary fire was on fire. A huge wall is protecting itself.

(That's right. I fell off a cliff... and got into a good fight with Klund... where is Klund!

"Hey, are you awake? Bye, horse and daughter. The wind has subsided. Time to go home."

"Oh, you...!

A collector who stood trying to protect himself who had fallen asleep turned. Seeing, I was dressed in a jacket that a man always wore. It should be cold. Around, at some point, a fine mass of ice cream had fallen about the height of his wrist. The collector is frozen white to the eyebrows and grinning invincibly. I didn't understand. If it was also his fault that he had become in discord with his companions, it was himself who waved away the hand he offered.

(And yet, why are we so far away? I don't know! This guy would be much easier to do anything without me!

Victoire took a thick palm thrown out in front of him as he moaned his purple lips. The fingertips, not even wearing gloves, were innumerably covered with lacerations and cassava pigs that had just been made. The man thought he would not be afraid of anything because there was an immortality crest that healed any wound. Somewhere in my heart, it was true that I was looking down on him. Shimenzo's ability is not a skill he has trained himself to acquire. Such a burning blade should eventually come to a day when the skin will peel off. It is not. This man was moving forward step by step, paying the price at all times. Stunned. I thought I'd been this man's amulet all along.

"I can't afford that much either. Now don't be rude."

Did you take it that you remained silent? Victoire obeyed with promise that he would be fixed in Zaire while he was carried by his keeper. The treasurer's back was thriving with muscles as thick as a giant wax. Hot so that the part that touches it perfectly burns. It's terrific heat. My breasts were fixed with deflection, and until then shame, which was not conscious, ran all over my body like fire.

(What is this? I guess. The other guy is Klund! Against a man like that sketchy, nasty, light-hearted synonym that if you look at him as a woman, all you think about is holding...)

Confusion accelerates. Until earlier, oh, I don't know if he's dead or something, but he just kind of makes me climb up. No, a little bit? But this feels, like, pretty good. No. It wasn't if you were thinking about this crap. As thoughts disturbed thousands, I was hacked when I saw the treasurer attached to the shoreline that softened in front of me. The limbs are wrapped in zail like a worm, and it is no longer likely that they can move. Did you take a twisted feeling that you didn't like it? I heard the collector snap, with a dry voice, give me a break. I'm not. I don't want to hear that. Are you seriously going to climb this wall with your luggage like me on your back? It was like I didn't know when I fell, but it doesn't look like anything but a vertical wall. An ice-snow-mixed gust of goes struck Victoire's ear sharply as if to mock him.