Dungeon+Harem+Master

A curse is an irrational thing to gain. Sizka looked at one toad, which Lacey and the others had taken back to the mansion, and was heard and bitterly laughed at as a keeper of this. Especially with his magical face, Victoire's appearance with a single toad wrapped and dedicated to a salad seemed a bad clown actor.

Her head is stiff, and she stares with ghostly eyes if Hilda taps her careless light-hearted mouth, and she recites in a real act that even a serious face is ridiculous.

Sizka thought it was a joke at first, then angry that she wasn't persistent, and eventually despaired when she found out it was true.

"You got to be kidding me. Hey, Klund......"

Speaking softly, the toad shook a vocal cord called a ringing bag, and shouted.

There seemed to be some deep sorrow in that voice.

"Mr. Sizka. Definitely. That's Clandestine. I was witnessing a whole series of spells. Because I'm powerless."

There was no doubt in loyalty about the words of the serious Loulou, who has a certain faith.

No, I wanted it to be a lie, if possible. And although it was true.

How can I be convinced that this is the end of a man named Shimenzo?

"Hey, Vee. Because you look tired, Klando. Give him a break."

"Oh."

Victoire handed the toad to Lacey with such careful and polite manners as to handle the broken.

With Lacey wrapped in a cloth, placing the frog, formerly a keeper, on the bed, she gently crushed her back and crouched on the spot. If you look closely, you're poking your hand at a carpet with long hairy feet trying to stand, but you can't get up inside. I was completely out of hips.

"Just give me a minute. I frogged. This is KLAND! There's no way I'm convinced of this story! Explain it to me in an orderly fashion from the start!

"That too, yeah. Yeah, sorry......"

When Lacey finished talking about the rush of things, she stared in a dazed direction and stopped moving. It was so shocking. Hilda rushes over to Lacey as she sits down. She, too, was quite shocked, and when she pulled her legs together, she stuck them from her face into the carpet and fell, mumbling, and raised a strange voice.

"Ugh. Looks like Klund got a real toad..."

"Princess. Don't touch your hand directly."

Loulou stopped Karen from trying to reach in tears. Toad secretes venom from Ibo on his back to protect himself at all times. There was certainly an obstacle to touching it directly with my bare hands.

"Whatever. We're a couple. It doesn't matter if your hands are poisoned or rotten."

"Argh."

As Karen triangled her eyes, she peeled her teeth as she shook her twin tails. Loulou shrunk in the corner of the room as he squeezed.

"Hmm. I mean, you probably don't have to worry about that."

"Ah. Klund, give it back."

Rudge let him shake the keeper up to the height of his eyes unconstitutionally. Frogged strangely long legs stretch down.

"The epidermis is dry on the caracallas. Pordina, have you eaten anything since you got home?"

"No, your husband hasn't had anything to eat since you returned. Was there anything you didn't like? Please tell me."

Pordina, when she cries with a single voice, frowns sadly round her tail and asks the collector, who is left holding her, how she is feeling. It was a surreal sight.

"Ah. Right! Right now, I preferred Pordina. Krand's just hungry, too, and when he's full, he'll be back as usual."

Meryandale is trying to take cookies out of his nostalgia and feed them to a keeper who managed to toad them, clouding his eyes like cheap glass balls. It's impossible.

Sizka, returning to me, grabbed the collector with both hands as he thrust Victoire, who was roaring with his arms together in front of him. I glance at the protrusion that I've voiced at my fingertips. The collector, when he rang without the force of bowing, looked back with his eyes like he had given up everything.

Oh, God. Is this, is it all real?

Sizka is a devout Romless follower. He immediately prayed to God in his chest and glanced at him strongly.

Next, if I open my eyes, I must greet him on my usual bed, always sitting sloppily in a chair if I loosen him in the dining room.

Believing that, I half wished, entrusted the miracle to the moment.

The result was heartless.

"Curse of the Devil's Sword. Hmm."

Dorothea the elf advanced, trying to avoid the nagging Sizka. She saw the lord of the mansion sitting on the sheets with her long ears slightly trembling.

"Rudge. Is it because he's hungry?

"Unlike an amateur, it doesn't fly much. Well, he seems to be losing quite a bit of energy. The moisture will absorb to some extent from the skin if soaked in a pan with water tension, but it won't last that long if you don't eat something"

"... hey, why are you so calm. It sounds like you're not interested in what happened to Klander."

Karen went on to blame.

"That can't be happening. I'm worried about me, too, but I'm just disciplining myself because there's nothing I can do about it being gay-gay noisy. If I can do it, I don't think about it, I want to cry out loud. I can't do this. Don't you even know that, Karen? And don't make a scene in my ear like a little girl. It's frustrating."

"What the hell, these glasses baba"

"Bubba? You twint! Wouldn't you be embarrassed if you had hair like that in a good year? Mainly existence itself!

"Kiiyi"

"Oh, my God, he's doing it."

"Uh, too. Whoa. Stop it, both of you. It's not like we're arguing over this nonsense right now."

"Oh. Mr. Klund, again, because of Mr. Gamand, we all had an ugly fight..."

"Hey Hilda. Whatever. Merge it up to your name. Yeah. To, suppose this is a curse. Maybe that's the only one who knows how to break the curse."

"Dorothea, you know someone who can cure Klund!?

"It's rather hopeless. The legend of a forest witch who lived in the south of the king's capital was passed down inside. My great-grandmother told me about the rash. in a fairly drilled elf mage. Aged since the millennium, he accumulates all sorcery knowledge. With the blessings of my fellow countrymen, I have no choice but to bewitch."

"The forest where the witch lives is the south of the capital? How far do you think we're from here? Not very much, but while I hear how to curse it and come back, Klund starves to death"

"If you fly my grizzly, it won't take five days to get back and forth!

The gist of the builder rescue operation has been decided. The election of the rescue team (saver) could be rubbed, but the witch added that she hated rare human beings and that the flying creature, Griffon species, was unable to transport a large number of people for old age, resulting in two Dorothea and Sizka going to the woods.

"Sizka. Your Lord will know because of the birth of the King's capital, but the capital is quite cold this time of year. If you don't, you'll catch a cold."

"I know."

The two headed to the stables where Grigi was kept when they wore a thick, mocking coat and gloves, a flight hat full of them. The humans who remained in Silver Villago were to continue to look locally for a curse. but the hope that everyone puts on both of us is great.

"But I will ask the witch and her how to curse her. No matter what hand you use......!

"Whew, Sizka. I'm not a long-hearted person, but the Lord is short with a ring to it. Don't rush. Klund is tough. More than we thought. If you're in a hurry, you'll overlook what you can usually do."

"I know......!

Dorothea is crushing behind my back and I don't know what it is, but it's a waste of time to react. In the stables, as he had commanded, Santos, the wizard, held Grighi's reins with his wrinkled face down. Next to it, his wife, Cheryl, also shrinks her fat body round as she exposes herself to the cold wind.

Santos is the old husband who will be sixty-three this year. Born and raised, here in Silver Villago, he lived and worked at his wife Cheryl and Princess Mansion, one of the younger.

"There was a wife. Griffon is ready. I've packed my bags."

I'm sorry. Thank you.

Sizka watched Santos nestle in a seriously looking face as she stroked Griffon's couch, which sniffled his nose as the queue rang.

"Something's good."

"Huh. He says your husband is sick. You're welcome. If there's anything you can do, don't hesitate. Short after this, Jizzy. I can't spare my bones."

"What, don't put a lot of shoulder..."

"My husband is like a god."

"What. Strawberries heard that you and your wife had a contract with a car and a horse."

"I can't do that. It's the other way around."

"Reverse?"

"I hired them, so they bought the carriage."

"What do you mean?"

If you listen to Santos, they were fired from a guild that worked for many years in manning from the fold. In the first place, the contract was usually as high as fifty. From the employment side, it's obvious that instead of being complained about, one son of Santos is a craftsman in the city, but he can't afford to take care of even the very old couple with as many as nine children. On the other hand, I was looking at the river under the bridge to see if I was going to die, and it was a line of cavemen who spoke up. The collector, who had gotten a lot of money and was feeling bigger, yelled at the guild that divided the Tsuji carriage, an angry mind and original employer when he heard about Santos. There is no stopping because the accompanying members have all the Victoires and Artemisias that want to have the shoulders of the weak.

After a heated argument, the head of the carriage guild said, "Why don't you buy a car and take care of the Jizzies? The most impoverished adventurer could have bought a carriage or something." When he bought the most valuable Modena carriage in the city, the collector cut the head of the carriage guild.

This is the real use of gold. Even the dying insects, if they jump into their nostalgia, will throw them out inhumanely.

Santos said that much, stuffing his throat all over the uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

If you think calmly, if you simply take care of them, you don't have to buy a carriage. But there is momentum in things, and so is Sizka, but the behavior of returning the basic, aristocratic-born princesses, once purchased, was out of mind from the edge.

"I didn't know that had happened. Damn, it sounds like Klund."

"Were you..."

A sensational Dorothea is making her nose bright red and gussy. Sizka, too, filled her breasts with pride as she spoke of my husband. The collector should not be serious because there are parts like this. The women, too, seem to be bewitched by a little bit of magic that makes everything unforgettable in his good deeds, but in deep psychology there were many possible factors that wanted to be fooled by the roots.

The collector is merciful. The treasurer is a prudent man who does not boast of his merits. I'm the only woman who can love a man like that. It would be a kind of disease.

"I'll give it to you. Will you take my husband? Please."

"Um, ladies. This is the bread I baked. Besides, I don't know if it suits your mouth, but there's a bit of country food."

"No, thank you. Thank you for your concern. Besides, I'll take care of my husband. Swear to heaven. I'll definitely bring the pills back."

Sizka, encouraged by the old couple, grabbed Griffon's reins and stared at the far north sky strongly.

Griffon, with Sizka and Dorothea on board, wings flutter and fly lightly. The season is also a freezing winter for the skin. Wearing a thick fur coat was so cold that the roots of the teeth could not stop. Besides, they fly across many territories without permission. Naturally, it took the form of avoiding low-altitude flight, with temperatures dividing considerably below zero, and even the patient Sizka about to root up again and again.

"Uluru. What cold weather. This is not very much, but I can't stand it for long."

"I agree."

Sizka had to agree with Dorothea, who flourished and complained while sticking perfectly to her back. Occasionally, he goes down to see what's going on on on the ground and travels while taking a small pause.

Griffon's hairy feathers were also fairly well fit because of his long and plentiful rest. With the pleasure of flying in the big sky for a long time, the speed rises naturally, and even if Sizka withers her voice and stops it, she doesn't try to hear what's inside. Happy or unhappy. The entrance to the forest, where witches are said to live, was followed in only three days.

"Heh, heh. Is the Lord all right?"

"Ugh, uhh. I'm fine. I'm used to it."

The time I got off Grighi was already past midnight. To escape into the woods inhabited by legendary witches, you must pass through a village called Traho, which is closest to you. It is only useless to invite them, strangers and uninformed, to visit the closed cold village late at night.

The two decided to camp in the woods away from the village and wait for the morning. I set up a simple tent and set fire to it. Yamano was covered with snow, and the path without trace, to the extent of the candle, was such a pile.

I took care to keep the smoke out as long as possible, but if the villagers could find it, I'd have to reopen it. In winter, it's impossible to reveal a night without fire. Compared to their human counterparts, Griffon is an unusually cold-resistant organism. You will not freeze to death in the midst of a snowstorm of 40 degrees below. I was beginning to relax with my eyes closed as I was slightly tired of riding a long time ago.

"I'm sorry to leave you alone, my lord."

"What's that?

"What. Sometimes I thought we'd break women's bellies and talk to each other."

As Sizka was cooking, Dorothea, who had disappeared behind the woods, came back with mushrooms in her cape. On his right hand side, he carries a bottle of liquor that he brought from the mansion properly. It was a wine of the ages.

"Isn't that what Rudge bought by tapping on a lot of them? They're gonna mess with you when you get back."

"If Sizka keeps her mouth shut, she'll be fine."

Dorothea shook her long ears tingly as she stood her index finger. Its unwieldy appearance leaks a bitter laugh unexpectedly. Sizka, when she received the mushrooms silently, stabbed them on the skewers and started baking them. Ju, and the firepowder rises, and the baked goods come up in turn. It was a small, evening meal.

"Ugh. Haven't you even had a drink? I don't know if I can drink it."

"I'm going to have a problem tomorrow. That's about it..."

"Oh no! I don't want this much while I drink it. No."

"Dorothea. Something's wrong with my eyes"

"Ugh. Ugh. I mean, yeah, it's bad for Klund, too. On your own, after you become a toad or something. It doesn't ring a bell. Let the wobbles, once in a while, ring beneath your belly. Impossible, hectic. Ugh."

"What are you talking about, not at all"

Dorothea is quite a liquor lover. Sizka was liturgically fond, but out of years of habit, there were parts of her that feared drunkenness. If the alcohol and the head and body were dull, it would have been the sad sex that lived in a world where it would have taken its life.

"Tomorrow, Sizka"

"What?"

"Where did your lord fall in love with that idiot..."

"What about you?"

"Don't ask questions back. Ugh, specially straw, I don't know why you fell in love with that idiot, let me tell you something. Uri Uri"

"No, nothing."

"I'm not saying anything. No. It's so sad..."

"Why don't you lie down now?"

"Bye. Still talk. Not enough talk. 'Cause, straw, I haven't told Sizka the trajectory of love with Klando yet."

That's why I don't want to hear it.

"But Sizka has something to talk about."

"... that's what I want you to stop"

"Don't worry about it. And I'd love to, but I'm gonna give you a break. Wataru is better than Shizuka. Older women are more inclusive. Hmm? Are you going to try sleeping in your soft chest tonight? I think you're very popular with Klund."

"I don't have anything else to talk about, and I don't need you to comfort me. I'm normal."

"For that, I would have pulled it off. Mm-hmm. Not really. It's easy to understand."

"I'm going to bed."

"Right. Then I'll go to bed, too."

Sizka, pretending to be calm, went back to the tent and dived into the blanket. Dorothea slips in as she follows. Occasionally, there was a smell of alcohol in the narrow tent.

"Ugh. If there's anything bothering you, you can talk about it. I keep secrets."

"Even Dorothea will have something no one can say."

"That's what you got. But Sizka seems kind of spicy."

"It was a failure to bring you here."

"If you're straw, don't let the witch see you. Or something. Do you think I should have made you a stupid vee? That's ridiculous. He also notices the modulation of your Lord. Hmm. The Lord's trouble is with men."

"... you asked Hannah"

"I'm not listening. But the Lord is honest with you. Even if you can fool Klander, you can't fool women."

"Please. I just want you to believe this. I would never do anything but imitate Klund and betray him. Never."

"It's a matter of heart. That's the way to pull back. If it's really stuck, I'll talk to him. Yeah. Whatever it is, it's on your side."

"... I can't believe it. Because."

"Love enemies? What kind of idiot is Sizka?"

"Ya, meh. Don't stroke your head. I'm not a kid."

"But idiots may be frightened. If there are fewer opponents alone, I can stay with Krander more. Because we've lived together for a long time now."

"Liar,"

"I'm not lying. Your lord is no longer like your sister. Ha. Think of it as a stupid elf, and let me do one thing. I'm worried about you. You see Sizka suffer."

"... ugh."

"You can cry."

"Cry, etc., no"

Sizka shook her body into small pieces with a tingle as she pushed her voice to death. Dorothea hugged her little back as she buried her lit face in Sizka's hair. Sinsin and the cold seem to stain the bones. Even so, Sizka's breasts were gently warmed with the same heat as when she was being held by the collector.

"The witch is dead......!?

The day after dawn. What was brought to the Sizkas who visited the village was the unexpected "death" of a forest witch. Anything, around the spring of last year, a witch who was manipulating a forest monster to attack a neighboring village was brilliantly crusaded by one adventurer.

"No. Luke was a brave warrior. I was still young. I do regret it."

As the village chief put it, a brand new stone tablet was erected on a small tall loess of soil visible from the village entrance, not so long after it had been built. If you ask me, they're building the same thing in front of the woods.

The name of the adventurer Luke, who saved the village crisis, was worshipped like a god, and the Sizkas, who came for the witch, were in a somewhat unpleasant situation. The two were unknowingly taking their feet to the diameter, which was said to follow the forest of witches, in a stunned manner.

"What are we going to do? What the hell is going on?"

"And I don't know! No way, you witch, you're such a scoundrel, and you've been killed so badly. Hey, what are you gonna do!? What can I do?

"That's what I want to hear..."

Nature and tone are also clear of vegetables.

Sizka calmed her spirit as she watched Dorothea wander around in a bitter manner.

The elf I've been asking for was dead. Already, I've spent more than three days here.

I didn't know how many more Toad's Founding Fathers I would have.

Hope is that the residual group of Silver Villago is successfully finding a way out of the frog, but it is too much of a dream. The only way I can think of a way to stay is through to a man who is an acquaintance of Sizka, from here to the Magic Instruction College in Wangdu, close by.

(But I don't like that.... Hopefully, I'll never see that guy again)

"Mm-hmm. And, okay. I don't know what's wrong here."

As Sizka was troubled in a place of deep consciousness, Dorothea, who was holding her head in, pointed her finger in a strange face. It is a part of a forest where seemingly uncharacterized trees grow. In the dead grass, it was buried with fallen botta snow and frozen in cock cock.

"What are you talking about?

"Hey. This is extremely unnoticed, in the juncture!

Dorothea accidentally waved her right hand, radiating a pillar of flame towards a certain point.

Pan, and a dry noise sounded, and part of the space was smashed away. In the next moment, the trees, which had never existed before, could disappear and a straight stretch of road continued.

"What is this?"

"It's a witchcraft of perception inhibition. According to the villagers, the mansion once inhabited by the witch was set on fire and burned down, but there is also a good chance of illusion."

"Let's go. Here, standing doesn't start anything."

"Yuuka's"

"Yuku"

Sizka progresses diligently with her fingers as she pulls through her hips sword at any time.

"Wouldn't it be as if we were going to kill each other? Swordswallowing. The witch may break your mood."

"Hmm. The other person would be a living monster for a thousand years. I don't know what to talk about. It's set on stone heads. When you have to, tear it apart, but let me take you home."

Is Sizka faster? Unexpectedly, the surrounding forests grew in density. And the mistletoe, and the noise, and the trees went out of their way. Countless thick, sharp trunks came at us, aimed straight at the Sizkas like spears.

"Apparently, it's not the other one who wants to kill each other! Flameblasting (Flameburst)!"

Dorothea responded immediately to unleash fire attribute magic. The wall of flames flashed and burned the spears of the attacking trees down from one end. The freezing air loosened once and for all, and the snow piled on the trees in the high periphery melted and fell, and the white mist boiled again on one side per.

"Dorothea! You don't stop, you run through it all at once!

"Copy that!

When Shizka quickly pulled out the song knife, she swept away the branches that were trying to block them.

"Wrinkles are cold. This is a much more attentive treat!

Dorothea radiates one flame after another from the palm of his hand, so as to protect the back of the preceding Sizka. Burning, as I ran through the red and white fields, I went out into the open space.

The place was a separate heaven and earth as if it had been left behind in the spring.

The air itself touching the cheeks is warm. Sizka tries to jump up and feel the anomaly in space, but when she realizes it, it was too late. The ground turns all black. The whole body was entangled with countless black tentacles before the rush transmitted to the brain. I don't even have time to move my proud song knife. It was an overwhelming difference in force. As far as Dorothea is concerned, he is twitching in the form of a neat penetration of his torso into a black pond on the ground. On Sizka's spine, a cold sweat flowed.

"Shadow Binding. It's a technique that seals the movement. Totally. If people finally go home to take a breath, all they hear is bad gossip without any basis. Ha, which countryman did the tourist amusement mountain, and deliberately broke it to the junction about this. You're no bother."

Sizka, moving only her eyes, recognized the Lord of her voice in the overhead hollow.

Fluffy. The Lord, who kept his carefree voice afloat in the void. He is slapping himself on the shoulder with a small cane, wearing a black torrid hat, which is likely to appear in a child's picture book.

He had beautiful, young, neat looking, long-eared elves with frozen silver-like hair.