Dungeon+Harem+Master

"What. If you weren't my enemy, I wish I'd just told you."

"You must have attacked me with or without my Lord!

In front of Sizka, facing the table, two elves were poking each other in the corner.

With silver hair and crimson red eyes, the elf named Marika. She unexpectedly released the restraint lightly when Sizka lowered her resignation and apologized.

but it is Dorothea that does not fit with it. Even after being invited into the house in this way, the flames of anger inside did not appear to sedate, pointing her lips with a mouthful of fire.

Sizka is the usual thing, if you put some time aside, it's a good thing Dorothea forgets kara and doesn't pull later, but this time I also felt like it was a bit prolonged.

(Ma. Somehow, but I don't know how Dorothea feels either)

Dorothea, somehow, had an interest in seeing the witch in the matter as somewhere sacred. If you ask me, Marika is a high elf, and she seems to be different from a normal elf.

But if you sit face-to-face like this and enjoy tea, you can't see the parts that are different from Karen, Liza, Lynette, etc. that Sizka usually deals with.

The only thing that bothered me was how tired I was overall somehow.

"Hey, Dorothea. Keep it that way. Mostly, it's the problem in the first place that we walked in on our own. You should be thankful, here. You don't have to think about being disrespectful."

"Mmm."

"Oh. Your daughter is a good girl. And maybe Dorothea or something. You didn't come all the way out here because you asked me for something? I'm not as fond or free of being rude as I am of working with you."

"Ugh. I'm sorry. You're right, apologize. So why don't you listen to me?"

Dorothea bit her lips and trembled, pounding both knees against the floor slab and watching Marika at the top of her head. This was the most humiliating pose in the Elf tribe that showed respect to their opponents.

"... I don't know if I can help, but talk to me. My fellow countrymen."

Marika felt something in Dorothea's chopped look, tumbling and sideways, somewhere with a gentle voice. I got permission for now.

Sizka talked about the one who came to the woods when she put an ivory cup on the table. That our own husbands have been turned into toads by the Spirit of the Devil's Sword. That my frogged husband stopped saying things like that. That I've ridden a griffon to the woods to be taught how to break a special spell.

Marika came up with an index finger on her chin when she heard the whisper as one.

"In fact, I can't be sure because I haven't seen the real thing, but it's probably a frog spell"

"A frog spell?

Marika talked as she, um, raised her hands and stretched out.

"It's one of the spells the Tords mainly deal with, and it's not on that difficult level. Perhaps it is reasonable to assume that the Spirit of the Devil's Sword itself was possessed by a substance of high spiritual character at the time of death, originally of the Toad tribe or something. It is common for a resentful spirit to transfer his soul to the goods on the spot. In conclusion."

"What do you mean?

Sizka climbed out and peered into the eyes of a high elf. Red eyes. There was a demonic glow that could not know the bottom like a clear ruby.

"I can't solve it"

"What the hell is that! Keep pulling this far. That's not gonna happen!

"Take it easy, Dorothea. I can't solve it, but if you're a Toad chief living in the depths of the woods, you can create a drug that can be cursed, by the way."

"What. After I surprised you. The Lord is also bad."

"... don't bang me on the shoulder because it hurts"

"Marika. Tell me where the tribe where that frog king is. I want to leave now."

"It's dusk. The Tribe of the Frog King takes three days on foot from here"

"Then we must hurry!

"We've been on a griffon. We'll be right out of the sky."

"Yeah, you can't. The Tords are like big frogs. Flying creatures are natural enemies. Especially on the day you see a griffon, it's not easy to hide behind a cellar and come out for a month or a lid moon."

Then what the hell are we supposed to do with the straws?

"Wait till morning."

"I can't wait. I can't wait. Very."

"And your husbands. Just because you're a toad doesn't mean you can't feed it, doesn't mean you're not going to make it fast. You don't have to rush it."

"Still, I want to help him as soon as possible!

Sizka was whimpering and yelling thoughtfully at the ceiling of the table if she noticed. Marika was surprised to see her eyes open straight because of the calm atmosphere she had had until then.

(Not good. Now I can't talk about Dorothea. What are you doing, I am)

"Su, excuse me -"

"That's all you love about your husband."

"Huh?"

Marika softly said in a voice that did not damage her mood, as Sizka feared, but rather increased her familiarity.

"I get it. Because I think about that guy, even while I'm doing this..."

"Marika, Lord"

"I can't see you, I'm not around, I can't hear you, that's all it's hard to do. You know, don't worry. I'll help you as much as I can. Yeah. That guy would do that."

Sizka saw deep sorrow and mercy in Marika's eyes. This man is believable. intuition, but that was identical to what I thought against the Founder and Dorothea. Convincing the reluctant Dorothea, he begged for an overnight inn, but Marika acknowledged it with pleasure. When were the three of them only feeling an odd edge, invisible?

And early in the morning. Sizkas, who had finished a cheese meal on light soup and black bread, went outside the house.

"As I thought yesterday, it's a lot warmer here. No, as hot as it gets."

"Yeah. It's like early summer"

I agree with Dorothea's words. The Romless continent is winter and this place, far north of Silver Villago, should have had enough temperatures to freeze.

but as soon as i entered the interior of the junction, the snow was so hot that i couldn't wear a coat or anything around. Huh, turning his gaze to the garden tree, Marika was silently spotting the white flowering tree. The side of it had a certain mix of pity, like putting up with crying, that kept people away.

"What about these flowers?

"It's Sarah. He told me. Yeah, I'm sorry."

"No, don't worry about it"

"It's okay. Because this is pretty much my sentiment. I'm sending you to a certain location. I have important business to attend to. I left you with a letter of introduction along the way to the tribe where the Frog King is. The last time I saw him was a thousand years ago, so I'm not sure if he remembers. I guess it's better than not."

"A thousand years ago? Your lord was really a high elf. Should I use a respectful tone?

"You're not going to use it."

"Haha."

"I'm sorry, I'll be sure to thank you. Never."

"It's okay. But, Dorothea to Sizka. If anyone is in trouble, remember today and help them once. Good deeds lead to good deeds. It's been a while since I've remembered your mother's words."

"Hmm. There will be a lot of mutual circumstances, but also, when it's all over, why don't we talk about it together"

"If you feel like it."

"It's not cute."

As Marika let her lips swell, she drew a circle in the hollow with a cane. It deflected the space in a glimpse, creating enough holes for people to pass through.

"Is this...?

"What, what?

"Spatial distortion is a magic trick of sorcery. Make way for space. You know, you've got to hurry up."

"It's become a convenient world."

"Dorothea. Probably for a long time"

Sizka, stunned, trembled through the hole in the dimension in front of her, shaking her chest from time to time. She was always calm and seemed calm when it came to her age but her curiosity was twice as strong. So even in this situation, I leaped my chest, closed my eyes and jumped just no.

At the same time as stepping on the meadow, the crisp air covered his entire body. When he rushed into his fur coat, there was a huge rock in front of him until it was disastrous. Dorothea, who later came across, is making her eyes look a little better and sees them in the rocks. Somewhere, I was letting go of the unique vibe that kept people away.

"That's it. Stay away from that rock any further."

"Marika?"

"Beyond that, there's something that's not good sealed. I work admirably to make it perfect"

"So the villagers were manipulating the monsters."

"It's not me. Anyway, those guys, what a fuss about killing a witch. I was putting up a line because those stupid people were annoying. To be honest, this forest is my birthplace, but it's not a good idea.... No, there was only one."

"Marika, the strawberries will be able to help you later."

"Dorothea......! No. I'm glad to hear it, but this is the only thing I can do. Do what you have to do. I don't believe in God, but I hope you're lucky."

Sizka expressed deep gratitude upon receiving a map from Malika to the tribe where the Toad tribe is located.

"When it's all over, knock on the tablet that's hanging on that rock entrance. I'll take you home to the forest entrance."

"From what to what....... hmm?

Sizka found a knocker replacement hammer pattern, accompanied by a stone slab, with felt embellishments that deformed the bear, slightly, soothed. Marika jerked off the edge of the mojo and dust hat as she dyed her face into the vermilion.

"That's because he's cute."

"Right."

Do I, too, look like this from others when I am in front of a treasurer? Sizka, feeling somewhat facetious, headed towards the tribe of the Toad, said to live in the back of the forest.

The Tords are subpopulations distributed throughout the Romeless continent, said to live in forests and marshlands. Seeing is like making a frog bigger, but intelligence is generally much higher than the average human race, sexual moderation, and not so fond of competing with other tribes. It is known for all sorts, sorcery, inhabits holes in earth and rocks, and boasts a long life. In the long ones, it is not uncommon to have more than a thousand years of age.

The Sizkas rushed to the taught tribe as they crisply walked down the deep snow path. If you ask me, until last year there were evil monsters trekking all over this forest, and a wide variety of sub-people barely walked out of their respective territories, but after the summer, the vertigo monsters lurked ferocity and quieted down, meaning that inter-tribal movements increased in intensity.

"Isn't it time?"

"Yeah. Let's be careful"

The Sizkas proceeded in solidarity with each other.

When their breathing became rough and their knees trembled, the two arrived in the tribe of the Toad tribe. Without the fights we had imagined, the Tords welcomed the Sizkas and guided us before the king.

"Welcome, human and elf guests. Non is Lejes Mirajes. King of the Tords."

"I, Sizca de Charpanthier. This will happen, Dorothea. I am delighted to be bathed in the glory of the great king's face."

"Mm-hmm. It won't be so hard either. No more than the head of the barbarian land. A guest of the Romles. You've taken me so far in the cold. Nothing, but relax. I don't know, the uninspiring. Have some booze."

"Ha"

Frog King Lejes Mirajes, sitting on a boneless stone pedestal, let the green epidermis shine, barely ringing in a good voice. In front of the snug sizzlers, the bottles and glasses of wine carried by the cigarette maker line up. Ritually speaking, the Frog King rang again, even happily.

Sizka preached the king and told him about his visit. The Frog King, a wiser with a longer life than in ancient times, when he found out that Sizka's husband had been cursed, showed deep sorrow, as he did about me, throbbing with a curse.

"It's a frog spell. The cure can only be made to the extent that it is, but I haven't been feeling well lately. Often, can't you give me some time?"

"That's it already"

A way was found to break the curse of the treasurer.

Sizka and Dorothea accidentally smiled like blooming flowers. And the frog king narrowed his eyes, and with a thick palm, he struck his knee-like part, and moved his heart as wide as a serpentine belly. Neighbors who refrain from left and right also mutter their throats. In this case, something like Todd Stream.

"We should have talked through the night, but unfortunately, we've got a lot going on. With all due respect, your wife Josephine will be the one to take your seat off..."

"O king! Can't you find my wife and my prince yet!

When Ledges ran out of elbows on the armchest, he pushed open the door of the palace and one magnificent man appeared. It has gray hair all back and a giant eagle nose shows the strength of the will. His eyes were sharp and his thick eyebrows were caught offensively. On the chest, he wears a heavy lead-coloured plate mail. On his hips, he was carrying a great sword, and his lower body was a loose snake itself.

The upper body is a human and the lower body is a snake. They are called the Naga tribe, a subfamily of people living in the woods.

"It's Raja. I'm sending a search party now. And not in front of the guests."

"That was rude. Then I will continue my search for them. Forgive me!"

Momentum that seemed to erupt fire from all over his body, the young man known as Raja followed the scene again with tremendous speed. Sizka gazed at the face of the deeply sighing Frog King, surprised by the unexpected speed of the Naga tribe.

"O king. If you don't mind, I'm on some kind of edge here. Maybe I can help you a little. Would you mind telling me?"

And the frog king, when he sank the rising giant into the pedestal again, spake an eagle. Frog King had a son who ended up being twenty this year.

Even so, this year, the Frog King is a man who is over a thousand years old and, although his real son, younger than his grandson. The Frog King was ecstatic and his subordinates drowned all over his eyes because he was no longer supposed to be able to do so. This way, I thought a very big fool could rise up, and my son Leonard was amazingly good and grew up to be a close young man.

It was no longer natural to give filial piety to elderly parents, and if there were to be the only drawback, some weak spot was mentioned for being too kind to anyone.

"If you've been through the woods, you'll see, since last summer, the fierce monsters have been lurking. There's been a lot of trade in each tribe."

Frog King continues. That wasn't all good on one side. Once, numerous tribes that had been blocked for a long time became face-to-face, and skirmishes that had not surfaced until then developed into little bits.

In particular, the Tords and the Naga were originally due to incompatible temperaments, inter-tribal protests were gradually spreading, to the point where three months ago protests had left more than hundreds of war wounded on both sides.

As it is, the two tribes eventually fall together. Fortunately, it was a warrior named Raja who carried on the trail of the Takaist leader of the Naga tribe, who at that time had great battle wounds and was to leave the head, and he was also an excellent politician who could calmly identify merit before he was a proud warrior.

"At the end of last year, King Raja brought his fiancée, Lord Naja, to the rite of rapprochement with the Tod tribe. That, or Leonard, the son of Noah..."

The two disappeared all together on the night of the feast a few days ago. There is no more doubt about this.

It was unlikely, but reality was definitely a run down between the two of us. Forbidden love between the prince of the Toad and the queen candidate of the hostile Naga tribe. Before the love of race and transcendence, they threw everything aside and fled.

What does not fit is King Raja, who bedazzled his own wife.

But he also dealt rationally here. Suppressing the belligerent compatriots gave top priority to the exploration of both.

"It is unprecedented to sleep with the king's wife, who has come to harmony. Non and the others didn't complain about being killed on that spot. Take that, take that. Leonard's kindness was false in everything."

"O king..."

When Sizka heard about the Frog King, she proceeded herself to join the princes' exploratory squad.

"Wow, it's Sizka. Even if you walk in the dark clouds, you won't be able to find it. We should rely on that."

"Yeah, right."

The first thing the two remembered was the presence of Marika, still a high elf and a genius of witchcraft.

Put a no in the search party and go for the big rock. When he slapped the call-knocker replacement tablet, he appeared after a while as a suspicious Marika crawled out of a rift of rocks.

"Whatever it takes, it's too soon."

Marika swelled her swollen eye lid as if she were awake and looked grumpy. It radiates a vicious and dangerous aura that could slap five or six orcs together and kill them. Don't be timid, just state the requirements, and she will tongue if she wants.

"Anyway, you just have to find that kidding frog bastard. Something about what the man was wearing, something like that? Ha, was it one time? Trouble. Well, I don't feel comfortable, but I'll try.... I can see you."

"What, that ridiculous chant?"

"Hey, Dorothea. Don't irritate me. Anyway, we just need to find it."

But I'm curious.

"Ignore him with all your might."

Marika unleashed her magic as she floated her palm-sized crystal sphere into the void. Something like a blush of summer appeared in the sphere, and it eventually became clear. The side of the sphere immediately emerged something like an isometric line and the green dot glowed.

"What, this. Not right around the corner."

"Eh."

"Lie to me!

"I'm not lying. Calling people, what the hell, it"

Marika swelled her cheeks like a pussy as she combed her bumpy hair with her hands.

"Oh, what the fuck. Marika, you saved my life. Yuku, Shizuka!

"Wait a minute. I'm not a handy tool."

The action of returning to the path we have just come is unbearable. However, if the end is visible, the feeling of fatigue is not so great. The Sizkas ran toward a point Marika had searched for in a crystal sphere, and soon discovered the case of Dra's son.

Leonard, Prince of the Toad tribe, stood so close, so close to the tribe, in the woods.

The Frog King was a giant well over three metres long, but Leonard was pretty decent and had two fists probably a lower back than Sizka.

Naturally, it is just a big amateur as far as I can tell. The shades, kitschy light green, did not feel the weight of being royal.

"I wonder if your Lord is Prince Leonard of the Toad tribe."

"Yes, I'm Leonard. Who are you, Mr. Elf?"

"Don't make me shimmer. This one's eating extra effort because of the Lord. Be quiet and tie me up!

The Tod tribe is a subhuman clan that is sexually moderate but boasts quite a bit of high combat ability. The skin is thicker than it looks, does not pass through a few blades, etc., and does not pull on the oak for bouncing or stretching. Sizka, without alarm, slipped forward with her feet and attached her fingers to the pattern of the sword. It is in a state where you can pull a knife at any time.

"Okay. Thank you for your help. My father asked you to."

"Oops. Much too much. But if you think of strawberries as women and you're licking them, that's a sweet idea."

"No, if we get this far, we won't run and hide anymore. I surrender."

"Lord Leonard. I'm Sizka, a guest of the Frog King. This is Dorothea. I have heard some details about the commission. By the way, no lady should have run away with you...?

"It's... dangerous."

"Huh!?

That was un-sizka alertness. At the foot I stepped out, a set bow trap was placed where the hunter hunts the beast. A trap set up on the tree was activated and a sharp arrow continued to be released. Do you want to eat a few shots in the shoulder? When I was that ready, I moved so quickly that the Leonard in front of me did not tie from the blunt weight of my appearance. Roll gobbly over fresh snow as you are thrust down. When I looked up, there was Leonard, whose flank was pierced by an arrow because of his covering of himself.

"I thought you were okay!

"Prince Leonard!

Sizka and Dorothea quickly rushed over to Leonard, who had been overthrown. When the Toad youth sounded bitter, they laughed dry.

"No, it's faceless. This is the hunting ground where we hunt."

"Anyway, take care of the wound. Then we need to report him to the Frog King."

"Leave it to the woes!

"Oh, wait a minute, while"

"Fool. I'm suffering a lot of injuries. Don't move. But this place saved me near the tribe."

"No, I didn't. Will you wait and tell my father that I'm here?"

"You can't do that."

"- Prince Leonard. In the first place, we should have run away together, where is Lord Naja?

"It's..."

"Wait a minute!

Dorothea raised her right hand to block the conversation. Her long ears are pounding hard. It is the habit of the elves when they perceive a crisis. Slightly late, Sizka also noticed a total furious killing spirit.

(Oh, my God. Today I am out of my mind…)

The monster appeared, trying to knock down the tree.

"Whoa. From this forest, I wonder if the monster was supposed to have been swept away"

It was a giant bear to look up to.

In sight, but surely seven or eight meters in size. Standing up with two hind legs, he was waving four thick, giant arms up a roaring roar to the end of the forest.

The hair was white. There are countless black spots scattered all over the body, like insect eating.

"White Devil. It's a giant bug bear."

When Leonard barely gave the monster's name in his dry voice, he showed signs that he managed to stand with his wounded body.

Typically, the giant bug bear is about four meters in size at best, but this individual was twice as large as normal. In other words, the attack power rolled out of those four arms can be immeasurable.

They marched on the trees that a big man would hold, breaking stick confectionery.

"What the hell is that!

"A prince, there will be a prince!

"Look, it's the Giant Bug Bear!

"Leonard!"

If it sounds so close to the territory, it can't be unnoticed either. Behind the sizkas were the frog kings who arrived when they arrived and the Raja kings of the Naga tribe.

"Father, and King Raja."

"Leonard. We'll have questions later. Now let's focus on knocking down this monster in front of us."

With the enemy deprived of his wife in front of him, King Raja was cool enough to sigh. Exactly, it is a mass of reason. Quickly, waving his arms, he forced the Naga warriors, who had refrained behind him, to storm the Giant Bug Bear in front of him. The Naga tribe, the incarnation of serpents, excelled in bows, and when they popped forward by a dozen or so, they fired arrows simultaneously in an undisturbed motion.

Zach, countless arrows were fired at by monsters taking the alias "White Devil” as it rained.

but the giant bug bear gently deactivated the arrow rain when he waved one with a trick like paying for a giant arm. Naga warriors. The fright ran.

It's like a three-story building moving out. Barking. The devil was also a fearful voice.

Yeah, and my thick arm shook off.

Collectively, when about five people were blown up, the warriors were guzzled with bones and meat all over their bodies as if they had been mixed up, and died instantly. It is an overwhelming force. It seemed like there would be no winning in the positive-offensive way for any resilient warrior to stand up to.

The Frog King quickly waved the baton. This was the territory of the Tordo tribe, and even if only the allied Naga tribe were left to die, the Ments could not stand in every sense.

Next, to the place of death were the warriors of the Toad tribe. About twenty men jumped on Giant Bug Bear as they jumped quickly. As the monster raised his anger and ran like a bullet, the green flesh pieces bounced puckedly and dispersed.

Regardless, Sizka wasn't looking at this struggle with her fingers crossed either. The bear monster had no gaps by the odd. It's a rough way that seems to have lost its intelligence, but on the other hand, I can barely find a gap to punch in.

When Giant Bugbears skilfully lure Naga and Toad warriors forward, they form meat walls and take an undefeated stance to seal the Sizkas' attacks. Then I guess I should give the signal and let the warriors leave, but they were so out of control that they were slaughtered of their companions that the words of the kings, the commanders, were not heard either.

- It is possible to roll out the moves. but then surely the men in the flock die.

Sizka was remembering the senseless emotions of men who would not spare their lives for the king. For this reason, the moment, the consciousness was interrupted? As if sewing it, Giant Bug Bear broke the tree right next to him, releasing it unmade. Ahead of the throw. The old frog king stood flatly.

King Raja moves his body in an attempt to cover it, but the Naga beneath him entangles his tail to seal his movements. Sizka couldn't even jump because of the myriad of soldiers surrounding her. Death of the Frog King. That is, it was a blow that also determines the death of the treasurer.

Everyone, when they almost gave up everything. Just one. There was something to resist destiny.

Leonard, the son of the Frog King, opened his arms with majesty as he blocked the rays of a tree spear flying straight in with his wounded little body.