Dungeon+Harem+Master

Climb up the shoreline like a twist. Victoire, borne on her back, is nearly one hundred and seventy tall for a woman and weighs more than fifty kilograms. I don't know if it's just luggage, but if I thought I was a biological woman, my behavior had to be natural and discreet.

Victoire's physical damage is deep. Left for an even longer time, the fatigue accumulated by the cold is not healing and her health is being gunned down over time. With the wind blowing from above slightly weakened, chances of breaking through the wall in front of you will not come up for the time being.

The treasurer called at this moment. Suddenly visited chill. Mixed with mistletoe and ice, rock walls are much more challenging than when they come down alone. But we have to do it.

Rift of rocks, looking for squirrels, catching fingers, faithful to basic three-point support, slowly but continually climbing. It is inevitable that the ascent uses more strength than the descent. The exhaling breath becomes rough. Extend, apply, and place your arms on a moving hold. Stupidly enough, as I continued to extend the same repetition, I was intentionally imprisoned by the illusion that my head became hollow. Victoire was silent to the point of being healthy as she shrunk herself on her back. That's more convenient now. I can't afford to hang out with the chatter. The collector fights the rock quietly. A sweat blown out of my forehead flows down my face and freezes instantly. My eyebrows are frozen and ringing. I thought it was the sound of doom. My vision grew white with my exhaling breath. As I performed a distracting continuum of motion, I saw visions that seemed to engulf my spirit from my body, somewhere away from me, not my sight, and the other self did. Look at the wall. Think of the wall. I only thought about the wall. Gradually, the world surrounding me pushes narrowly. All I can hear is the sound of moving my legs. That's fine. I don't want anything else. The collector roars like a beast, moving even his limbs. I can't. That's all I can do. I don't want to think about anything else. Reach out and grab the rock. Move your eyes only and read the route ahead. With minimal movement, take the shortest route. Talk to the rocks.

Hear the words of the rock. He's screaming. The collector listened to the silent roar. Open the five fingers and grab the tweezer. The rocks do pulse. The roughness of breathing remained the same, but the pain disappeared from the body. Climb. Climb up. The distracting time has passed. I finally got to an outing where I could barely put my legs on. Muscle drain is severe. Only a rough breath, like a full-blown disease, echoed in the quiet darkness.

"Think about it... use up a few zails... on the way... that didn't make sense"

The collector regretted Zaire for Bilay, who had run out along the way. At that time, I had no idea Victoire was falling to the bottom of the valley. Sticking against the wall and ready to breathe, until now, she shouted in a hurry, pressing silence like a shellfish.

"What the fuck is that?!?

I twisted my neck only to the impending tone of crisis. A blue and white mass approaches at a tremendous rate from the painted darkness. Instinctively, I realized I was an enemy. No evasive action can be taken in this state. Victoire on his back groaned sharply when the rush reached its peak. The impact causes the body to loosen up hard. They attacked me. She's screaming and killing and she's desperate to talk. You must be caring for yourself, healthy and stuck to the wall. I felt warm blood staining my back and my anger burned my head all at once.

Peruton.

The identity of the monster bird was a dungeon-specific monster, with a deer head and legs.

A bird the size of a human being, swirling through the air with a metallic cry, attacked the defenceless collectors. If you look at the blow you just made, the next time you'll definitely try to stab Todome, you'll be using a giant head horn. Even if you remain silent and jizzy, you are doomed to sew every Victoire to the rock wall.

As a rooted survival instinct, the Zodiac squeezed his brain marrow in an instant as he shot down his flying enemies.

The black lion, a love knife, has left it in his tent.

Then the only weapon on this scene right now is the Ten Kings sword that Victoire is bringing up.

Exactly. She was quick as a warrior. Strike the forehead on the right shoulder of the collector to appeal to the existence of the sword. When the collector pulled the sword out of her hips with his left hand, he held it backwards and rolled it behind his back. The timing was perfect, as I had tried. The blade penetrated completely to his back as he dived into Peruton's blue-white torso, which jumped in. Moment after moment, an electric shock-like pain ran on my left arm. Pull out the sword quickly through your wrist. A red splash fell apart like rain and slammed the rock wall sharply. Guieh and the various Terminators stretched out for a long time. The strange bird was slowly sucked into the bottom of the Naruto, scattered with fine feathers.

"You did it."

"Oh."

I barely replied to Victoire's voice full of joy. The bumps and arms hurt.

Not the last fart of Itachi, but the front corner of Peruton was choking on his left arm when he made contact.

It's troublesome to be noticed. It could make a scene again. That's the kind of woman Victoire is.

The collector exhaled deeply as he gave Victoire the Ten Kings sword. When she sees her sword in her sheath, she shakes her hazy head to clarify her consciousness.

"Sa. The break is over. Let's go all at once."

I tried to make a bright voice. Oh, my voice sounds so powerful.

It's still a good idea. I'll boil it. Boil everywhere. The end of the wall is almost upon us. From there on out, because there's no place left that hard. The stinging blood clotted quickly. The blowing cold air is getting stronger. His breath was constant, and when he put his hand on the last edge, a beastly roar poked his chest out.

"Ah......!

A discouraged voice rose from behind as the collector finally threw his upper body out onto the terrace.

"What's up!?

"The sword..."

Twisting his neck, he saw the Ten Kings sword fall under his eyes, which had now crawled. Victoire tucked himself in with a crying voice as he severely distorted his lips with a blue-white face. I can't help it. I guess I was exposed to prolonged cold air and my arm felt dull.

As the collector lowered Victoire from his back, he looked down at the side of her with a grimace. He used to say that it was a family heirloom sword. Can't you give up? Victoire looked like a little girl, staring at the bottom of the darkness grudgingly, somehow carelessly dropping her precious doll in the eyes of the collector.

- So I thought I'd do this, this ridiculous thing again.

"Victoire. Hey, me, I'm coming"

"Huh? Hey, wait a minute! You don't have to do that. I can't do this anymore, I can't do this. I can't. It's impossible because of your strength right now. I gave up. I already gave up. So don't do anything extra!

Now there is no waste of luggage. Simply, we just need to go back to the rock shelf earlier and retrieve the fallen sword. The collector, ignoring Victoire's voice, now began to descend again down the climbing shoreline. Her screams go away. I hope I'm not falling too hard.

That's the second time. I feel like I've got the hang of it. Honestly, I don't want to be able to do this kind of hard work, but if I can keep regretting what I am today with my dead face, I think it's better to ignore my fatigue and collect it. The woman's tears fall on her chest.

Nevertheless, doing so much climbing in a day is pretty tight. No, even a big man, instead of tight, is going to cry. The wound on the left arm healed with resuscitation ability by the crest of immortality, but not easily connected to the meat. Repeat even that infinitely similar bitterness, withstanding the dull pain and muscle aches that sting the jiggly brain weather. After all, the sword was at the bottom.

"Hehe. Lucky. You mean, is this lucky?

The Ten Kings sword was rolling over the bed swarmed with cockerel and mushrooms that Victoire had been leaning on until earlier. Reaching back with a solo solo, a chunk of slaughter strained from the other side to the unusual approached.

"Now, did you do it with the group? The persistent ones."

I don't even need to stare into the darkness. A strange bird making noise with gagging and uncomfortable ringing was a herd of peltons that had just knocked them down. A total of five flocks are swirling around so that they can push the possessor into the rock shelf. Either way, it will not be possible to climb the cliff again unless we leave it here to be defeated. It was a by-product.

The unity of Peruton, which was semi-surrounded, came into the corner upside down. The head is a deer monster. If you decide your belly properly, you won't be immune to serious illness.

The collector quickly swung horizontally as he pulled out the Ten Kings sword. The silver wire stitched and flashed through the dark night, lightly breaking the approaching corner of Peruton's pride. Gweh, and he vomits pitifully, rolling onto the rock shelf. Stepping on his neck and lowering his long sword vertically, the long sword skewered his eyeballs and sewed Peruton into a dense area of cockerel.

"First, one!

You should be quite tired, but if you saw the enemy, your body moved naturally. This is a conditional reflex that is already stained. Four left. Is it because of the overthrow of one of my people, nature, that I am heightened in vigilance? It's a strange sight. Since when have I adapted to this unusual world?

('Cause even if you think about it, look. The deer have wings and they're flying around the sky. Oh, already. When I'm working on it properly, I feel like I'm going crazy all the way to this one's brain)

Before the collector's feelings could come together, another came. Again, I remember one of the fools. It's a rampage with horns swinging. Besides, this individual has short horns.

"Are you kidding me? And, hey, look."

The collector, this time without the sword, snapped with full force as he held Peruton's neck against his left side, which he had penetrated. Guru, the sound of a broken neck bone rang.

At the same time, from side to side, another poked. Make sure it hits the shoreline behind you. Now I manipulated the long sword without hesitation. The blade splashed the blood splash around well as he slapped Peruton's face head-on. Numbness and liquid pound mushrooms and cocktail carpets.

Two left. They jumped in concert from left to right. Peruton's legs have sharks, just like deer. They kicked me for brain weather. Leaning back, he protruded his long sword toward his defenseless belly. Kae, and when I rang, the raw blood came down hard on the collector's face. When Pelton clashed with his fellow countrymen, who had been attacked from the other side, he fell to the bottom of the dark canal, trying to intertwine. The crisis has left for now. Luckily the scaffolding was surprisingly wide and I didn't have that much difficulty.

"Damn. I've used my extra strength"

When I spit out the saliva accumulated in my mouth on my rock skin, I felt lightly dizzy. Relax and poke your hand at the rock skin. Almost, I almost stepped off the scaffold.

Exactly, slipping death since you chased your enemies away is not laughable. My health is draining more than I thought myself. I was driven by the urge to lower my back, but I managed to catch on.

Right now, if you sit back, it won't be possible to excite your strength to stand up anymore. Strike your cheeks with both hands and let them live. There is still strength in my knees. I didn't squeeze until the last one. I can still do it. I can still do it.

Come on, Victoire's waiting for you.

No, I may not really be waiting, but anyway, let's climb this cliff again.

The collector switched off his head and imagined that he had become one machine. This is not a struggle. It's a natural task built into the system.

Imagining the part where the crunchy robot moves inorganically, he captured himself.

Make it robotic in tone, too, crush.

Even though this ridiculous play never reduced the hard work of doing it again.

Hard work must be good for me, and the keeper comforted himself.

"Crando."

"Whoa, you're more than welcome than I thought. Have you been a good girl, kitten?"

The treasurer made each sheath of the Ten Kings sword in his hand laugh with a face like nothing when he released it poignantly.

Victoire lay down on his face, trembling in small pieces, holding the sword in his chest.

"... why are you doing such a stupid thing?

'Cause you said it was important.

"I should..."

Victoire has punched both fists in the chest without raising his face.

unstable, at the cliffs, but only to such a degree of power that it could not remember fear.

The collector remained facing the woman in front of him, irresistibly subjected to the bullet.

(It's too irrational. Me, I did my best)

"of this stuff... for... you haha... what the hell"

Were you satisfied with waving your fist to some extent? Victoire got that clear when he lowered his hands. I can't see the look on my face because my headdress is off and my long hair is drooping.

"I really didn't even do this. Everyone will have one or two important things. Besides, you don't care that much. Even I didn't get off thinking I'd definitely find you. The sword must have been destined to return to your hands."

"Silly, silly"

"Oh, my God, if you don't mind, take care of it. Totally, being a selfish young lady. Followed by stupidity in the tent. Mostly, besides me. Well, the rest is not a big deal. We're gonna climb."

As the collector takes his hand and tries to carry him again, Victoire leans back and shakes off, shaking his head and ears like a deaf child.

"What the hell. What do you want?"

"I rested a lot and recovered my strength. This is not a straight landing cliff. This degree of slope allows me to climb alone. Don't touch me..."

"Ma. If you could just climb this way, I wouldn't take care of you."

Has he recovered his strength? Victoire let him stand up and he stuck to the rock with a pretty solid foothold. Just in case, do the anzaylene with the remaining zayle. Anzaylene is the act of tying each other together in Zaire to ensure safety. Nevertheless, in the present circumstances, the collector remains exceptionally strong. Victoire followed behind him in the form of obedience. The slope is approximately fifty degrees. Even as I went down, confusion and fear made me think more suddenly than at the actual angle. The collector climbs to twist at the speed of the cow walk as he looks back.

(Girls speed though. It's hard on Victoire right now. more, slow down)

For a moment, it was when I was relaxed.

A huge rock slipped down from the top after conceiving a golly horrible roar.

It is a rockfall.

A rock with velocity is a tricky thing, and it has the power to easily pierce the head of every helmet and destroy the cerebrum, even in a stone about the fist.

Not one. A small stone rolling from somewhere involves a floating stone, bringing together a rock that was about to peel off and fall, and it becomes a flock and strikes.

My whole body shrunk like I got cold air. My anus tightens instantly with fear.

Avoid it, and the collector's instinct began flashing the alarm light violently.

I inadvertently heard a subtle voice from behind.

"Ah, ah."

Victoire stands on the bar to see if the situation doesn't catch up to his brain.

Still, I started walking from the cliffside, and I haven't stood that long. If we keep getting caught up in the rockfall group, we'll drop it upside down. In that case, you can't first expect the survival of fitting perfectly into the first rock shelf that was luckily depressed. Completely indispensable death is imminent.

- Look at the rocks. Why. Size matters.

Another of the collectors told him in a sober tone.

Every drop of rock that the world sends and rapidly accelerates becomes a big picture.

Oh, the treasurer. Now, you're about to take another ridiculous option that no one else has chosen.

Before his whole body stained with fright, he stood with his hands open. I turned my back on the rocks and became a wall.

Like an idiot, Victoire's face, surprised by Pocan's open mouth, was clearly reflected in the light of a lantern that fell from his waist.

I could be so satisfied just to see a face like this.

Continuously, countless rocks hit him sharply in the back with a series of bullets.

It doesn't hurt.

I feel like my back is being machined and ground with root beef.

The back is burning with a giant fireball.

Looks like I'm not who I am.

Barking hard, he stepped on both feet.

It's a more inclined situation.

It seemed miraculous to be standing.

The relentless rain of rock bullets continues.

The sound of broken bones in my body kept ringing.

But I won't run away. You can't run away.

Out of the way. The rock is angry about letting the woman shoot through.

I don't like it. Victoire is mine.

There is a roar.

Looks like half my body was scraped off instantly.

The bloody tide makes the shoe tip sea.

The slopes are dyed out with drooling black.

The pebble that moved in the blood stream rolled and moved, hitting Victoire's tibia with a trick.

I'm doing something stupid.

But this distance, this posture, this slope.

There was no way I could rush her over, poke her down, and avoid falling stones.

- God, anything is too much.

"Do what? - Huh!?

Victoire kicked as he rushed to climb. When it is bad, bad things overlap. Zaire, who was connecting with each other, pinned and the weighting was immediately framed by a whole bunch of collectors.

Reach right quickly and grip the zail. I came to my waist.

At the same time, he loses his balance and rolls with a stiffness.

Even the servant keeper stopped stomping because of the blows and scratches on the back.

He swung his strength and wrapped Zaire around his right arm to support what would have fallen over this period.

Whether the sharp rock protrusion ripped your arm off, you can't help it as much as you think.

Still roaring, the collector secured the rolling Victoire at the cliff critical.

"Enough. Stop..."

Victoire, suspended at the cliff, groaned. There is no power in the voice. I guess the fallen shock came to Moro's waist. It could also be damaging the built-in. There is no respite. If we're going to pull it up, we have to do it all at once, while we still have the energy. I don't have time to be in pain. There is no pain. Focus only on saving the woman in front of you.

"Wait, I'll pull you up right now."

"I'm done. I'm fine. Cut this line."

Victoire. At the end of the day there was a complete mix of crying.

"Don't worry. You're just a little choy."

"Because! That back, that arm. You can see the bones already."

"Hehe. You look like me after all. Somewhere."

"Stop it, stop it already. As it is, it falls on you..."

Oh, my God. I'm finally crying. I think the collector.

My husband disqualified me from making Temehe's wife cry.

I assumed that I raised the boot simply because it was necessary for my adventure, but in the light of my own mind, that was different after all.

"Um, boots, I did it. I really wanted to get along with you."

"Get off me. Cut Zaire off. That way, just you, I'm sure, live..."

"That doesn't make sense."

Once upon a time, when I was a kid. I was disappointed to hear that marriage was a contract that did not betray each other.

So he broke his contract and dumped his mother and went away.

I've always been alone, and I've broken my vows, because of that man.

I always resented you. I was cursing.

So one day, when I grow up, I say I keep my vows.

Even if he dies. No, if I die, the woman left behind will be unhappy.

Whatever form it takes, I've decided to survive and fulfill my vows.

Whatever the history, Victoire is my daughter-in-law.

The vows are sacred. So, protect.

Absolutely, no matter what happens, I've decided to protect this guy.

Hi, Victoire. I knew you didn't like me or anything.

But if you got on edge with me. You have to be happy. That's a lie.

You must be unhappy.

Always fucking seriously polishing the inside of the mansion.

He also cooked me a meal. Even my clothes repaired my broken bones.

That's what I know.

You're beautiful, beautiful. I'm sure I'm a mismatched woman.

So I don't break my vows from myself.

This vow is mine alone.

Nobody knows, but I'm the only one.

Try pulling this zail up with your soul, even if your arm is ripped off.

This vow is sacred.

I will not allow myself to betray me.

I won't allow a man named me to break my vows.

From the chest of the treasurer, the crest of immortality shone cold. Something like the fire that remained in the body that had been extinguished blew red and firepowder, burning again. With superhuman power, I force Victoire's body to catch him. The treasurer stretched out his arms and held her dancing into the universe, turning his arms to his back, just saying he was not going to let go anymore.

"Klund......"

Victoire hugs me back in tears with a rundown.

As the collector softly embraced the warm mass in his chest, he turned his gaze to the wall behind him as he stared.

- Come on, they're gonna have to go up.

They all greeted the two back where they had fallen, crying. The women were happy to return with tears in their eyes without remaining. Everyone had spoken out apologies to Victoire. Exactly, it rains and solidifies the earth. Interrupting or continuing your adventure beyond this is for now a story after resting your body.

"Women talk to each other."

When the collector showed off his rough toughness, he threw a rough Victoire into the tent. The back injury is completely healed by the power of the crest. Still, I began to hesitate as to whether I felt strange or whether I should stick to it. The collector yelled uncommonly. Like a lion raging. Like a dragon roars. Did you take that as a pardon? The women flocked to Victoire to make up for earlier. The story of a woman is long. I was ready. They chased the wounded Victoire and left him sneaking into the tent and didn't come out for nearly three hours. They spared the feared decisive debacle. We were all close. So crushed and alcohol on the cup at my discretion. I licked the cup with my lips as I leaped the firepowder, watching the burning fire. Highly alcoholic. The flame slips down the back of my throat. It was as good as I wanted to cry. Grill the smoked meat over a fire. Great for knobs. Take your time to chew. I soaked the liquor again so as to wash away the melted pieces of meat. I actually like this. Just for a moment, I'm missing myself from the wheel. Secondly, when I tilted my gaze, I looked around the blowout at the entrance to the tent and saw Pordina coming out.

I told you not to come out.

"Yes."

Pordina is slowly lowering her tail. Perhaps he came out concerned about the collector, but that was supposed to break a good mark at the same time. She must have been bored when it came to breaking orders. Dark colour of fright in large eyes.

"Hmm. Ma, okay. It's been a long time. Come on."

"Yes."

I'll get permission. No, with the cash stuff, Pordina just ran over, shaking her tail left and right all the time. Sitting right next to me, I grab a bottle of liquor to aim for and squeeze the contents into the cup that's left less. As the collector poured the amber liquid into the back of his throat, he raised his liquor-smelling gep. Does that even seem like a sweet fragrance to Pordina? With a lukewarm look, he sees it in his only wild trick.

"Something looked like a possession had fallen."

"Oh well."

"Yes."

I don't talk a lot. The two continue to see the flames burning zippery orange as they lean in.

"Do you want to do it too? Here."

"Okay, let's do the flow."

The collector handed it to Pordina as he soaked alcohol in the cup. She took a good breath of contents, in her right seat. It was full of drinks to fall in love with.

"What. Come on, you handsome mouth."

"Didn't you know? The Werewolves are also alcoholics."

Pordina exhaled lusciously when she unusually tapped lightly.

Her eyes are slightly stained with cherry blossoms. The colour of my inviting eyes came with my spine.

"Excuse me."

"Whoa? Hey, stop, stop. Doero!"

Pordina quickly turns behind the collector, wrapping her jacket around and giving her a jacket.

There were scars of falling stones being rained upon, all over black fragments.

The wound is blocked by the resilience of the crest of immortality, but the freshly exuberant, pink meat, is painful to see.

Pordina snaps with a trembling voice as she strips away the clotted cusp of blood.

"You cared for everyone."

"Come on. It's not like that."

"It's delightful. If it's a substitute, I'd like to take your place."

"Ugh. Uhihi. Hey, he's ticklish!

Pordina began to carefully lick each piece of hardened blood paste on her wound as it fit softly inside her black coat.

Sometimes I get the sound of rinsing my nose off, but I dare to get acquainted.

Nor would Pordina want anyone to see a messed up crying face.

"That's not true. But I'm glad you're okay."

"... I knew it"

"I knew it."

"My husband is the coolest"

When the collector turned bright red to the head of his nose, he gasped and scratched the back of his ear like he was in trouble.