Dungeon+Harem+Master

The end of the XIV hierarchy was just around the corner. Through the fine gravel zone, there was a stone staircase leading downstairs, and a row of collectors entered the fifteen levels.

So far I have benefited from "Kame Road," and at a fairly fast speed, I keep diving. Almost, I don't even meet other adventurers.

In the first place, it should have taken some distracting time if we were to tread without a map. I cheat. Such thoughts blurred the back of the zodiac's brain. I noticed Rudge aiming for a shade in his expression. He has spoken in a soft tone.

"I don't get too sick. This shortcut is what anyone does when they get a map."

Rudge, as usual. That said, he clumsily even made me try to wink. There was a great separation of ideas, where there was not a single piece of conscience to blame and it was natural to use the tools obtained. These ways of reopening are much clearer for women than for men. The collector looked like a daredevil and left a fine part in his nerves.

Somewhere in the Japanese delicacy, which sounds good, there is a halfway point to flickering a useless feminine moral in the world of weak and forceful eating.

Show weakness and you will be insulted. Women, including Rudge, have been accustomed to such spiritual worlds since birth to this day.

Somewhat, the reality that seems more dependable to behave wildly nods like a giant rock in front of you and doesn't even move a millimeter.

The women see the treasurer as absolute. I can't throw up weak sounds at any time. Such mental loads are routinely on the back.

Approximately the quiet annoyance of the collector, the terrain in front of him again deformed into a river immersed in black water.

Most of all, a river is an absurd amount of water.

Depth is, at best, the extent to which the ankle of the foot is soaked.

Exactly, to this extent, Loulou also showed no fright, protruding in silence a little further away from the line and carrying out an adversary.

For what it was worth, the enemy shadow was quickly discovered.

It was a monster with two large scissors.

When the lantern is worn, there is a bright wine red glow on the eyes.

A nostalgic form that invites you somewhere to mourn.

Will it be about the size of a small truck?

It's supposed to be something to be afraid of, but the collector even remembered to be half touched by that monster.

"Well, this is a big crab, isn't it?

Its name is Dungeon Shrimp Crab. It is a huge aquatic monster distributed over water fields in the cave. They are omnivorous and eat everything from rotten meat to rock moss, small animals, etc.

"Those big scissors are nasty..."

Approximately Rudge's tight twinkle, the collector was immersed in a dawn of memories of zaligani fishing in a near-field pond on a toddler's day.

A mundane summer morning. I took him with the evil kids in the neighborhood and went fishing for the crabs to a swamp where the kid's ankles were soaked. Each of them, as bait for fishing, was in the fridge of his own house, bringing pieces of bamboo rings and winners, but there is basically no such buyout in the house of a keeper without parents.

So the first one had a friend split the fish, and it was classic to pull and chop the meat off the tail of that one.

That sadness I can't help but grab my fellow man's meat with conditional reflexes.

Woohoo, Holo bitter memories of youth. It's Zarigani.

"Dangerous."

"To?"

It was Lacey's well-deserved voice that pulled her back into oblivion.

They pull the hem of the jacket and poke me in the buttocks.

I was there, a fragment of the rock that flew over the part where I was standing blurred. The sharp fragments make a tremendous noise and raise the splash high above the water. If it stayed that way, my spine froze if I thought my head would have been shattered without a trace.

When the collector who regained me moved his gaze, the already fierce battle had begun.

Victoire and Artemisia are fighting hard as they wield swords and spears.

The total number of dungeon shrimp crabs is three. Happy or unhappy, the giant is out of the way and not working well together. When the three bodies are spread across the side, each other's bodies get in the way and they can't use the scissors, which are the biggest weapons.

Three daughters in the avant-garde. Victoire, Pordina, and Artemisia have learned to move well and not narrow their focus.

but neither does their wielding blade seem so easily fatal damage, inhibited by the stiff methyl of the dungeon shrimp crab.

Pordina's struggle, in particular, was amazing. Continue to strike back with a sword waved at the attack of the Great Bass cutting from left to right. The chitin outer skin appears to be hard inside, and even eating the slaughter of Pordina properly doesn't even look like it's dented.

There was also poor scaffolding. In a wet water field, you can't step on it properly, and the swing of the score becomes slightly dull.

"Rathi can't be revealed like this."

When the collector scattered the three avant-garde men to the left and right, he ordered Rudge to shoot the false and flame shell Altana Flame Cannon, a magic of fire attributes.

The giant fireball, which burned in orange, burst into the dungeon shrimp crabs leaving a unique sound with a shrug. The flames splashed, and the thin blurry cave brightened like midday.

"Yes!"

Pordina moved for an instant gap. When she threw out the machete she had, she took charge of the shrimp crab scissors that were in front of her and struck a throw with one back.

A giant dungeon shrimp crab danced into the void with the sound of a thousand muscle fiber pulls.

In a moment, late, the giant makes a roar and flips.

Immediately, Artemisia strutted her spear against her defenseless belly.

Blue and black body fluids blow up like fountains.

There are two of them left.

"Fake/Flaming Huge Wall" Altana Flame Wall "!!

Rudge wielded his remaining mental power to perform intermediate sorcery of fire attributes.

With an earlier flamethrower, two weak dungeon shrimp crabs can't move agile with their joints burned tight.

The flaming wall from the star's magic book Astro Grimoire is a momentum that consumes all the oxygen in space, approaching the monster.

It's such an awesome heat wave that the skin of the collector you're looking at is chilling.

It disappears with the bright red wall as the water at your feet rises the white vapor.

The red wall fills the sight.

All that remained was a black mass dressed to be burned to the core.

"You did it! Say, hey! Rudge!?"

Shortly after I gave you Kai Song, Rudge fainted on the spot. Her complexion, embraced, was blue and white as a dead man, and she could be seen running out of essence.

"Mm. No, I'm sorry. Give it a rest. You'll be able to move soon..."

"Don't be silly. Your face is falling apart. Hey, Pordina. I need a place to put this guy to sleep."

When the collector had secured a suitable dry place to rest the rudge, he laid down the sack and allowed it to lie down.

It is a small hill scattered with small heights and gravel.

No, not so much a hill.

It can also be described as just a buzz off the water stream.

When we stopped together, nature became a small pause.

Humans, if you stop moving, your body temperature drops rapidly. The collector kept his temperature by putting his coat on a rudge lying somewhat inclined.

"Hey Kuse, but be patient with me. Better than a cold."

"I'm sorry. Yeah, it'll be better if we take a little break..."

As the collector lowered his hips to Rudge's pillow, the Pordinas began to set fire to the tequila.

Fire is strong in the camp. According to one theory, the act of burning fire is a beast, but most mammals are highly curious and have the habit of coming the other way if you look at the flames.

Nevertheless, it is not conceivable first to stop the fire to make or cook water or to hold your body temperature due to stopping.

Right next door, the sound of scrubbing the gorilla and the breast bowl is ringing. Meryandale took the powder out of the medicine box and started making preparations.

"Yes. It's your medicine. You'll feel better soon."

"I'm a little bitter..."

"It works well because it's bitter. Yes, uh."

"Uh. Uh-huh."

Tilt the wrapper and Meryandale is feeding Rudge the powder. Says it looks nourishing and outstanding. Pah, it only shows up in white powder, but Meryandale is the only alchemist and an expert when it comes to medicine. I'll leave it to you first. It won't be a problem.

After a few hours off, we all drank honey dissolved in water. Then chew the broiled cheese and eat a few biscuits at a time. It was cooked hard to be sunny and a little gutsy to chew. The collector looked over at everyone as he had a snack. It pretends to be nothing, but the colour of fatigue is still intense.

The shortcut course Nellie painstakingly obtained is remarkably effective, but she wants everyone to suffer for it.

"Come on, we're almost there. Just a little more, let's hang in there."

The voices of the women who respond to the treasurers remain strong and vibrant.

I'll walk out shortly.

By the time time time had elapsed enough for my feet to wander, I had arrived at the sixteen tiers.

Lots of money, but tents are stretched with tiger momentum. Because if you hang around, your motivation will be shredded. When the collector finished setting up the tent, he went to see how the women, who were rarely cooking in camad, were doing.

"What? Are you here to see the food?

"Your husband. This kind of thing doesn't always seem interesting."

Lacey and Pordina, wearing white towels to their sister, are serving dinner. If you look, Pordina is standing with a black block in her hand. If you ask me anything, I hear it's venison.

"This is filled with venison with plenty of salt and pepper, smoked with smoke"

That's what Pordina says, putting a chunk of meat on the slab, cleverly running the knife, slicing it thin.

"Negative."

"Ah, I'm already behaving badly."

Lacey is laughing somewhere happy even as she groans.

The smoked venison had a beautiful pink color, unlike its appearance. For each bite, unwanted gravy is dogged in the mouth. The unique aroma of wild meat and the smell created by being smoked together stimulate the mouth. The redness and fat in the lump was so sweet that the cheeks seemed to melt, the tired body was full of nourishment.

"I mean, I eat too much. Now we're gonna lose everyone's share. Besides, don't delude me just because I'm off. I need you to help me tie the boundaries around you more than just not cooking. I won't tolerate refusal."

"Eh. No."

A sudden appearance of Victoire puts his hands on his hips, his face nearer and reprimanded him.

- Naturally, I refuse to do that, and I turn my face to the side. Suddenly Victoire grabbed the collector's ear and pulled it away from the pan.

"Imitate the joke. Come on, I'll have you stoned to death pointlessly."

"Come on. Hey, I'm not a slave to Victoire!

After this, the collector was forced to build a rather mindful position under Victoire's command, even though it was only for one night to stagnate.

"Mm-hmm. Now you can rest assured no matter when any enemy strikes."

(Where the hell is this guy fighting the army...)

That was quite mysterious, but when I was cheek-dyed pink and laughed at with a joyful face, I felt like giving water. The collector worried that this would also be a form of communication between the couple, but before a fluffy, tickled nose tip dinner, the clouds scattered away.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Make it better."

"Yes, you are."

Victoire's face. Something was so full that what a complex and difficult face the collector who had been fooling around inside made him suspicious.

For dinner is a stewed venison stew and grilled cheese, plus black bread. When the cheese pierced at the tip of the branch was seared in a burning fire, an unpleasant and fragrant smell arose. When cheeked on sliced black bread, the unique sweetness and flavor rolls over her tongue, making her smile unexpectedly.

Immediately, wash mouth with alcohol.

Next I tackled a venison stew that was making gutsy noises.

The meat simmered with carrots, onions, root vegetables and potatoes was semi-soluble with drools in a good way, and once carried in the mouth, the juice danced in the mouth with a mixture of the flavours of meat and the flavours of vegetables that pierced the brain.

The collector, when he pounds his tongue on the superb dish, stuffs it all over his stomach and flips it.

"Also - you look like a child. If you want to sleep, sleep in the tent."

"Hmm. I can't move anymore"

The collector moved into the tent as he was dragged by the bumpy Hilda.

If he is full, and the liquor turns, all he has to do is sleep. Diving into the shrub, Lacey and Meryandale, lined up next door, stick their bodies together perfectly. Nevertheless, it's over the shrub, so the temperature doesn't change that much, but it's cool and warm when it's snug.

(Muffled. That's muffled, this is)

Joy enters as the collector stretches under his nose as he gnaws a part of it.

It is time for bliss in whispers.

"Okay, I'm going to bed. Turn off the lights."

As I woke myself up from the shrub, the shadow blocked the slightest light of the lantern.

It is Victoire. She looks down at this one with her arms together as she crosses the body of the treasurer and royally sits. My long hair is covered and my expression doesn't look good. I don't see it, but I felt something dangerous.

"What is it?

You're starting to freak me out right now.

"Yes, no"

"You almost woke me up."

"Oh, yeah. Yes."

"Not good. That's not very good. It's Klund, even if you think about it. What are we doing here? Hmm?"

"An exchange that deepens the couple's friendship?

"No! Right now, we're in a fine manoeuvre, even though we're resting in a tent like this. And that means, um... Oh, hon. Yes, there is a risk that by taking what you think is inappropriate behavior, you will increase the likelihood of an unintended crisis. So! From now on, inside my eyes are black, let me forbid all such, uh, inaction. Everybody understand that."

"Uh."

Booing went up from all the women, not just the collectors.

In the meantime, even if we don't get to the end, a little touch is a natural accomplishment for a fallen in love man and woman to seek. Let's ban it at Victoire's discretion.

Is it just embarrassing to stand up and disagree, everyone pushes silence, but overwhelming dissatisfaction fills the space of the place. Until Meryandale, he didn't even try to hide a distracted look like, "What the hell, you idiot," leaving his mouth wide open like a dementia.

"What are you unhappy about? And it's Klund. Take care of yourself, but you don't want to get unconscious with your ass rounded out. If you die like that, it's a disgrace to die as a man."

"Well, I don't want to fuck around with a half-ass..."

"Right! Right!... so I really don't feel very good about it, but I'll be the watchman next to you. I don't know if the rest of us can stand it, even if Klund can restrain himself. Uh, I don't like it. I don't like it. I don't like it, but I can't help it."

"Hey, don't interrupt! Victoire!!"

I couldn't stand the way Lacey forced herself in between, and raised her high voice.

"Ah! Ah! It's sloppy. I'm trying to get into something with Mr. Klander for some reason."

"I don't like that kind of cowardly way. If you want to be hugged, let's be honest, something cute."

"Come on, come on, come on, come on! Say no, I don't want to do that!

In the tent, which was relatively quiet, the noise happened to be like a hive.

For everything, Artemisia and Louloulou, who were watching, are peering in through the entrance.

Barking at each other like untouched spits, the ladies were approaching, and the possessor was diving into Pordina's sleeping bag in the first place. Welcome home, whoops, and the noise of each other is wiped out by the hustle and bustle. The treasurer chewed up a raw yawn as he was held in Pordina's chest, devouring his thick and sweet sleep, wondering if he could wake up tomorrow.

The next morning.

The rise and fall are not as refreshing as usual because the sunlight does not emit in the cave.

"Wow," he said.

When the collector added the first small item in the morning, he sat down on the proper rock and was often depressed. From somewhat further afield, the cooking smoke rises slightly from the simple camad.

Lacey and the others are getting ready for breakfast. The collector rubbed his swollen eyeballs with one empty hand while holding the cup of herbal tea prepared by Pordina. My eyelids are white and creepy and my vision is uncertain.

As he was unconsciously immersed in the work, something fluffy and hot was put on his face from behind. He is rubbed in the face with a steamy hot towel. The wiping method is a gentle gesture that the mother cares for the child. The collector was often dreamed of, but left behind.

(Who? Pordina. Uhm, that's the carefree one. Let's give you flower circles)

After a while, the face wipe, which also washed the face, was finished.

The towel is removed and vision is ensured.

One of the collectors praised him and looked back to stroke him with his head, stiff as it was.

"Hmm!?

"What, that strange voice? You see, if you don't make yourself comfortable, you'll get unnecessary insults from the others. Yeah? What's up. Is there something wrong?

There was no such thing as an assumed Pordina, and Victoire's bewildered face folding the towel in his hand in four folds.

"Yes, no. Nothing. I just didn't think it was you..."

"Don't get me wrong. It just so happens. I happen to have a towel, so... Your filthy face is about your eyes. So I just had to wipe it. Don't get me wrong."

"Oh, yeah. Yes......"

"Okay. And then there's that mustache, but you don't have time to shave long. Totally. It's Klund. That's about making the habit of getting up a little earlier. If you discipline yourself to be the norm for men, you will never win respect. I've been preaching all morning. Now, let's leave it at this. Time to get ready for breakfast."

(... or would there happen to be times when I wowl with a steamed towel with just the right temperature, no. counterword)

The collector, frightened by Victoire's sudden and mysterious kindness, was to move to the burning place where everyone gathered.

After Pokong and scratching the mesh to the point where his belly swelled, the exploration began again.

It is a continuation of the sixteen hierarchies. Straight through the dungeon, the river-bottom-like path continues tirelessly. After a night's rest and some physical recovery, Rudge reads the map accurately and picks out a fine branch to move on.

"Hey, how long have you been here?

"Hilda, is that another question? It's the same as just now. It's only about half the time."

Only in response to a calm rudge, Hilda walks out with a strange roar of fuzz.

The clan's fatigue accumulates considerably in a space of continuous camp and battle, and no sun shooting. Everyone is like a novice dungeon except Artemisia, Rudge, Meriandale, etc. who was originally an adventurer.

And this constantly dark space is silent tension on everyone's nerves, unknowingly. The load is invisible but huge.

Originally, it takes seven days to dive deeper, save monsters, traps, and lost roads, without a single day.

In fact, by the time I have a detailed map, the route work is almost complete.

With all that advantages, I had a lot of difficulty getting here.

It would be even more complicated from the XVII hierarchy to the bottom. The terrain opened unexpectedly when everyone's footsteps were foolishly mapped. It is as large a cavity as ever.

Besides, the bottom of the river, which was to the point of legs, is deepening.

Seeing, the collectors had reached the top of the hill where the gravel had risen.

There are endless lakes going on everywhere as far as I can see anymore.

I was going to be a little distracted by the view too far.

The collector borrowed a spear from Artemisia to make sure there was no response to plugging it into the water.

The depth is considerable.

However, there were several white-like light stones floating across the lake.

When the collector jumps on the stone softly, the light stone is quite buoyant and not likely to sink so easily. If you jump well and move over pumice stones, it will be possible to negotiate.

"Do you crisp across? Uh, the order in which you cross it. The lead is Rudge. I'm tired. So, followed by the avant-garde three. The middle is okay. Mm-hmm. And I'll take care of Loulou. My ass is Lacey, please. You're the best swimmer."

"Yeah, yeah. Leave it to me."

Next to Lacey, who responded well, the collector held Loulou's shoulder, trembling like a sizzling kitten. Apparently, this depth is nothing but fear. If I clear my ears, I am crushing like a Buddha in memory of what I would do if I fell.

"Loulou. Keep your eyes peeled until you cross."

"... Yes"

The collector was blurry watching the Rudges jump over the floating stone, gripping Loulou's arm tightly.

"Yo, ho, take it! What is it?"

"Wow. Hey, if you say it's dangerous, I don't know. It's dull. Dive in the pond. I don't want to get wet. Aww."

As if he enjoyed the attraction leading up to Hilda, he is crossing with a light movement around his nose and jumping pumice stones.

Is Meryandale more alert than he needs to be to fall into the water, or rather grumpy and vice-versa dangerous?

Approximately twenty meters to the other shore? Pordina, who had already crossed over, shook her tail to the left and right and waited in her eyes.

"Well, shall we go too?"

"Yes, yes, well, let's go."

It happened in a situation where the collector pulled Louloulou's hand, frightened by the water, while the light stones finished crossing the lined track by about a third. From the standing position, a sudden and intense bubble began to stand on the right lake surface. Countless bubbles swell up as you look at them. When the white bubbles reached the critical point, an unusually raw odor emitting organism appeared before them as they rolled up huge water smoke from its center.

"Are you crazy again?! What a big deal!?

"- That's General Squid! Probably a boss monster in this area!

Rudge screamed the monster's name from across the shore.

General Squid.

Ten meters for the torso part alone.

It is a giant monster that if the longest touch-arm part is included, it reaches seventy meters.

General Squid comes close with a splash up as he twists his giant torso. The creepy ten arms struck toward Hilda and Meryandale, who were still in negotiations, as they became as fierce as Munch. As Hilda thrust the Meryandale behind her, she cheerfully set up the cane in her hand. But with unbroken pressure, the tentacles of the General Squid tangled a dark blue monk coat with a terrific blow.

"Hilda-hh!!

The scream of the treasurer. The small Sister's body was lifted much higher than overhead by a giant arm and squeezed critical.

"Hee-hah."

Hilda is peeling her eyes as she twitches her arms. Without interruption, General. I tap squid arms, but they don't work for nature without rules. Pink tongue is stifling in bitterness. The bright white teeth were slightly impressive.

"Wait! Now, go!

Reminds me of the presence of Loulou, who was pulling his hand where he was about to jump in. She is frozen by the fear of being thrown in the water. Even if we're heading to Hilda's rescue, we have to get her back to one of the shores once and for all. I don't even feel comfortable patrolling this moment.

The enemy is in the lake. It is at a distance from the light stones on which the collectors are riding. Despair covered everyone's hearts. General, squid tentacles are as thick as giant trees. I'm not even going to hold it for a few dozen seconds with Hilda's nasty body.

Rudge's decision was just quick. Having already reached the opposite shore, she wielded her depleted mental power to activate the star's magic book Astro Grimoire, unleashing the flaming spear (Flame Lance), a magic of fire attributes.

Drawing a yellow trajectory into the slightest darkness, the spear of flames flied upright as Squirrel. The orange tip hit the General Squid's arm beautifully, burning up his white body.

Sound of burning of calves and meat. The fragrant smell spread around.

This is irresistible, General. Remove the prey that the squid was holding. The shadow of the monk's coat raised a huge splash and sank into the black water.

I'll take care of it.

At the same time as her voice, Lacey throws herself all over the lake in a vibrant move.

The battle against the monster squid began as he stared at the waves that pushed him.