Dungeon+Harem+Master

The day King Frog first went hunting with his youngest son, Leonard, was a cold winter morning hit by unparalleled snow accumulation over the past few decades. Leonard is the last son made by the Frog King. It was just so cute for a frog king who was already busy that it didn't hurt to put it in his eyes. The king drowned this boy prince so much that his subordinate frowned.

"Father. Snow. Snow. I've never seen snow before."

"Fuck off. Don't rush. Running in a hurry, you fall and get hurt."

When King Frog ordered, the soldiers of the escort rushed to Leonard quickly. The king's love for his youngest son is fierce, and I don't know how much anger I would buy if I let him bear even one of the wounds.

Accompanying the king's private hunt was an honor for the Toad Kingsguard, but at the same time he was pregnant with the danger of crossing the white blade barefoot.

Most importantly, Leonard, who had no knowledge of the circumstances, was innocently running around. The Frog King merely narrowed his eyes and looked gently at him.

- Nor does Non know how much longer he can live. If I may, I want to live until Leonard gets his wife.

Frog King Lejes Mirajes is already over a thousand years old. Even the long-lived Toad tribe, the only record that lived so long was later and earlier Ledges.

I mean, it's not weird when the lights of life go out anymore. Rather, that is the management of nature.

but every man has an unusual habit of obsessing by the time he becomes obsessed with new lives that he has been able to do in his later years. That was because the remnants of pity for the love that we found we could no longer spend longer together than our firstborn son as a worthy successor to take charge of the next generation will always be stuck and caustic.

From the frog king's point of view, he flies in the footsteps of a glitch, Leonard is a dangerous and frivolous being just watching. Until you grow up like a king giant, you have to wait, at least for a few more decades. Even those days, which once seemed blinking, seemed quite like the stars of the night sky, which were so unreachable now, that the chest of the Frog King was sore with sickness.

"This prank is a joke too. Wouldn't your mother catch a cold if she didn't wrap her knitted scroll around her at night? Look, come here. Let's rewind him."

"Yes, Father."

Normally, if he was so spoiled, he should have grown a bit of an arrogance bud as well, but Leonard followed his father well. If I told the old story, my eyes would sparkle and listen, and I kept my promise no matter what. Leonard is strangely unselfish again, and he doesn't want one selfish. There were many things that creeped away feelings like that saint even to the brothers.

but whoever said it, the Frog King couldn't help but find this son cute. Even myself, I was so adored that I was crazy, I always called to my bedroom when I slept. I can't help but hold Leonard to sleep by tapping my concubine. The Frog King couldn't resist liking and liking this son enough for his real mother, who was still alive.

"Look, that's it"

"Thank you. Father."

Don't be cold, I'll wrap the red scroll around your neck and you're smiling nicely with angelic adoration. Frog King exposes a truly sloppy look as he sees Leonard's delightful face.

"Sa. This is my first raven hunt today. Take a good look at my father."

"Yes, Father."

And the frog king commanded his servants to drive the wild hare out of the nest. The raspberry rushes as it jumps a bright white chunk of snow. When the king squeezed his bow, he did not want to aim, but shot.

The arrow drew a beautiful trajectory and stunningly shot the runaway rabbit. Nevertheless, this rabbit, unlike the normal one, is about the size of a calf. No matter how skilled the Frog King is, he can't take it off. but it is not quick, but for that matter it is a Romless Rabbit known for its ferocity. The frog king seemed to have loosened his escape leg without a trace, and a shadow fell in his heart with a chill.

"That's the king. Brilliant arrangement!

"Sasa, Prince. Come closer, Todome."

The very roots of that disbelief are also overturned by the praiseworthy voices of the ministers. I've shown good things about my breath, and I can't help but get my nose column higher.

"Fuck off. No longer, the rabbit is a bug breath. Stabbing a tortoise is mercy."

Father, give me that.

Leonard, pointing but quick or throwing away his bow, runs over to Piong Piong and his fallen and lying prey.

As yet, when he saw the back of his love rushing to a beast whose death had not been confirmed, Frog King and his subjects blued at once.

"Leonard!"

"Prince, it is dangerous!

A green wave moved after the prince Zach. The Frog King approached the side and looked at the blackish lump Leonard was holding. It was undisputed, a wild rabbit baby, and at the same time I understood why the parent rabbit had let go of his movements. Raspberry red eyes. I looked alternately at Leonard's face wet in tears.

"I feel sorry for you"

How merciful I have been, I cannot help my parents.

Killing is merciful again. Words as kings. It has to be shown with attitude. The Frog King never forgot, from that day on, the cleavage of Leonard's eyes, who had forever jizzed at the glint of the blade he pulled out.

Sizka sighed softly as she watched the Frog King lift his eye lid slowly.

"What the hell is that? Yes, you are!

"Severe illness."

The fight was still going on. The Giant Bug Bear continues to raise its roar as it triumphs away the flock of soldiers.

Earlier, Leonard, who tried to make the Frog King look healthy, ate the blow of Oki and was already half-dead. Let's just say it's a shame that you still have your life forever after taking such a giant tree blow. Leonard's body, though small, was in fact well forged and absorbed all the shock of falling apart if he were a normal human being, with hard muscles wrapped in its rubbery fat.

Sizka led the regained consciousness to Prince Leonard, who was falling and lying on the grass.

There was a figure of an unbroken prince showing her white belly and flipping. A Toad soldier is watching Leonard with a worrying face. Breaking the covenant, he was supposed to be the Teng himself who let the clan fall into crisis, but his subjects showed no anger or other fine dust, and just admired this martyr.

The Frog King missed his gaze in bitterness as he leaked a much strange voice through his throat. Thick, golone arms trembling in small pieces. Sizka found out that he was forced to have an endless urge to hold my child and his eyeballs got hot.

"O king. Prince Leonard defended you from the monster's blow and is no longer in this state. At least say your word."

"... but the code is the code. A coward. If you want a woman, sign King Raja up for a ride in grandeur. What do you mean, run away? Leonard painted mud on the pride of our clan in his personal affairs, and even abhorred his covenant with the Naga clan. Death is inevitable."

Death. The body of a frog king with clear words.

The giant seemed to shrink around and around.

The king is suffering, too. That's because I love my son. Sizka thinks. People have to suffer because they love people.

Shall I then wish to return to myself before I meet my treasurer?

No, that was unimaginable.

A woman named Sizka would surely not already exist in this world if she hadn't met a collector. Because that's how desperate I was for the world.

"Why, go ahead. Non is painful. How could you do this...!

"I don't think so. Excuse me. Continue, after you defeat that monster."

"Wait, a Romless Guest. This is our problem living in these woods. We can't let the lords put any more effort into this. Let whoever asks you to deliver the curse-relieving drug, even if the clan perishes. I don't need any more help."

"I can't do that"

Sizka shook her long dark hair left and right as she took off her fur hat. The sweat becomes white steam and rises. Cut long eyes were wet and shining like obsidian.

"Why not. You have no reason to risk your lives."

"Because if my husband is here right now, I'm sure it's up to him to do this"

Sizka ran as she leaped her chest at the odd high end. In the front, a giant monster is waving his nails as he kicks the warriors of the multitude.

Did Leonard's actions in his attempt to defend his father by supporting his life reminisce him? Because what a cheap emotion a woman named herself would be moving with. I thought of myself this time last year. I'm sure an old self who was cold would not have moved one eyebrow into such a farce. Now, what we're doing is strategically pointless: saving the treasurer. Given efficiency alone, when we first met, captivating the Frog King would have forced us to give drugs away.

(but strange. I don't hate myself so much right now)

The big bear, standing like a white snow mountain, was rampaging around indefinitely without fading. Two Naga warriors are torn apart from each shield to soil the land of fresh snow red and black as they expose their organs. Splashing pieces of flesh, flickering and filling the distance.

Dorothea is using flaming magic to burn the flank of Giant Bug Bear.

- Come on, it's time to settle.

"Dorothea, I made you wait!

"It's really late!

Sizka gently kicked the ground and flew high as she pulled her proud song knife from her waist.

I hate the wild bear in front of me. I thought so from the bottom of my heart.

The eyes of the beast, with its white blade in front, burned in anger and increased its brilliance.

Bu 'un, and his four forelegs cracked the atmosphere with a roar like a hurricane.

Sizka stepped down rearward with Giant Bug Bear claws as she smoothly moved the song knife placed on the upper stage twice and three times.

Pi, and a large red muscle float across the monster's left arm.

The red muscle, gradually thicker and larger, caused a tremendous amount of blood tide to erupt.

Burrito, Burrito and the bear's forelegs fall, and the giant loses balance and collapses.

Giant Bugbear's target, driven by pain and fear, was completely narrowed down to one Sizka.

Illusions like mountains moving. A thick arm blow like a giant tree hit me from the top of my head.

but how slow.

For Sizka, who has been through so many fierce battles, the enemy's attacks were only destructive and yawning fast.

Oh, and. A heavy bass echoing at the bottom of his belly was thrown out of the beast.

Do you regret it? Come on, you'll regret it. You must have been the king of this forest until you met me, but now you will be wearing an invisible crown over its head.

Giant Bug Bear. Munch and target Sizka.

I like that. That would be more convenient.

Sizka kicked the crisp and snow and spun around the Giant Bug Bear like a comma.

"What's wrong, monster? I'm here."

Her footsteps kick in the snow and move more and more lightly. That gradually reached the point of stroking on the surface, and Sizka's movements grew as fast as a disease.

The bright white snow smoke rises to surround the giant bug bear.

That, oddly enough, made the illusion that there were several sizkas in those who watched.

One, two, three, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, two, one, one, two, one, one, one, two, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, one, two, one, one

and, to the extent that it increased beyond, the tide was extreme.

The Giant Bug Bear, in agony, waves his arms and tries to attack, but he couldn't capture Sizka at all.

"Rogue Stream, Yangtze's Tail Blade"

The shadow of Sizka, which has increased countlessly.

It hit Giant Bug Bear once and for all, who is still royal.

The base of two right arms. Neck muscle. Right shoulder to left hip. Around the torso from under the umbilical. Front to back of head. Subjaw vertically from the tip of the nose. Left flank from under right breast milk. Both thighs. Both knees.

When Sizka's shadow slashed and tore every part of Giant Bug Bear, it eventually disappeared without leaving, just returning to one.

Ugh, exhale deeply and punish the song knife with a sheath.

The monster froze on the spot like a peel without being slightly mobile, keeping both eyes open.

The warriors watching also strained on the spot breathlessly.

From where it was slashed, countless red lines emerge.

Everyone on the spot smelled the smell of blood.

lines. A bright red line fills the epidermis of white fur.

A heavy mass of meat collapsed like an avalanche.

Giant bug bears, cut into many blocks, cannot fasten the prototype and are dispersed so that the building blocks collapse.

Sizka pinched the end of her cape and lowered her head a bit, as if the lady were thankful, putting the song knife in her sheath in an effort to soak the bold, blade out of her nose as she turned her back.

The crisis has left. but what hasn't solved one problem in the matter? The frog king's expression was filled with worry, somewhat faded in colour, like a ghost.

The forest was noisy at the end of the day. The stretcher carrying the wounded warriors moves around busily, and the doctors rushing from the settlement set up a simple tent while the field hospital itself.

Trying to get away from the hustle and bustle, the Sizkas were secretly surrounding one young man.

Leonard Mirajes, the last son of the Frog King, was the only wounded royalty in this battle.

One of the doctors was asking about the kings while he was making allowance. Leonard, due to his daily warm attitude, his loyalty to his subordinates is serious, so I guess he doesn't mind this treatment.

Sizka thinks. If I saved your life, I want you to live forever. Besides, he was a slight, but conversational, person who, no matter what he thought, could behave in a light way, wandering about the fate of his father and his clan and getting lost in the incense.

"Frog King. The prince stood up and tried to protect you. At least only on death row."

I tried to break the pinned and strained air and put out words of help in my mouth. Dorothea, who was arm-wrapped next door, shivered as she sifted her long ears.

"I can't do that"

Words of the Frog King. It was heavy and sad. He will be aware of King Raja standing by his side. I couldn't help it. If the covenant is completely broken, we do not know what the harm will be to both tribes. Even if we didn't start the war immediately, this was not the kind of thing that could be done with a strange face.

King Raja stepped forward a long time ago. My fingertips gently apply to the pattern of my sword.

As the air stings my skin with tingling, I get pointy.

It was a scream by one young woman that changed the course of the venue.

"Wait, please."

It was a young and beautiful Naga woman who jumped in from the entrance of the tent.

Beautiful gray hair is wrapped around the back of the head. On his ears, as much jewellery as he wanted to wiggle, his face was deeply carved and his eyes were black and wet with tears.

When they are all stunned together, the woman approaches them with a scratch rubbing her lower body, which is identical to the snake. King Raja came.

"Naja, why are you here?"

The woman in front of her was Najah, the queen's candidate for King Rajah of the Naga tribe, whom they were all looking for with their blood eyes.

"... I was hiding right next door. Raja. The prince is nothing wrong. The bad part is me. I'm the one who made the rush."

"What. What does that mean?"

Words were uttered so that King Raja would remain flattered and separate.

"Thou hast always been pursued by the affairs, and hast not made one thing of me. I missed you. So ask a good prince of a man to dive somewhere, even for a little while."

Sizka felt a sharp paralysis where her brain boiled down and accidentally covered her face with one hand.

Don't be ridiculous, you little bitch.

Looking beside him, Dorothea, a short temper, was biting her lower lip hard with a reddish face, distracting her anger.

It's hard. Rate it.

Sizka squeezed when she gently took Dorothea's hand and begged with her gaze to endure the sneak.

"Did Leonard agree to that?"

"Yeah. No way. So he said he'd die right here. Put a sword on your throat."

Sizka preserved herself in her brain by cutting off Naja's hands and feet in front of her, causing a large number of oaks to gang-rape her, drilling a cone into her skull and pouring in boiled copper, pulling out all of her teeth called teeth at the other end of the day, poking her underbelly disgustingly in a thousand pieces, and finally powdering what was cleaved into inches and delusional about spreading them on the river fish.

"What a fool. Frog King. Sin is upon this self. Naga, who defies his covenant, ends with this hand. So can we reconsider the story of harmony somehow?"

- Wait a minute.

"Leonard!"

"Then that makes no sense. It doesn't make any sense."

Leonard is about to wake himself up from the top of a yo-yo and a simple bed while holding down a bandage wrapped around his wound. Boog, and a freshly stitched wound open and the fluid stains out.

"Whew, Prince Leonard. How could the Lord have bothered to scowl through a place that seemed so soon to be found? To be clear, Princess Naja is not enough to take refuge there."

Dorothea went. From earlier on, she was watching Raja, who was appealing to cover her belly. Oh, you mean that. Sizka was good at it.

"No way......!

King Raja grabbed both of Naja's shoulders with a good grasp, destroying his cool expression when he opened his eyes.

"That's right. To her, King Raja. I have your child..."

"Leonard......"

Frog King. Like weakness, I cursed.

"King Raja. I am not so long in life, and I am young. But I don't feel like criticizing the prince's judgment."

This is where the curtain draws. Sizka spoke softly, trying to push the back of the Frog King.

How cute is King Raja's son? Returning his palm immediately, he knelt down on the spot and begged the Frog King for forgiveness. I guess Naja was after that from the start, too. I try to bury my face on the ground and crawl and squat. The lack of leakage had nothing more to say.

"Everything, it's my unknown. I couldn't figure out Naja's sarcasm. Great Frog King. Allow me to apologize for the sins of our couple of fools. Please, have mercy..."

"Father, I beg you."

Leonard has the most noble soul of all. He dared to save the murderous bird who jumped into his nostalgia, not to his detriment.

His wandering around the settlement would have deliberately caught him and thrown his life away, distressing him from turning his anger spearhead on Naja, who was later found.

If there is a child in his belly, King Raja also begs the Frog King for his life. The Naga, therefore, will not be able to lift their heads to the Tords for the next six months on a semi-permanent basis. It was a terrible spirit of self-sacrifice, extremely calculated and exhausted.

"Frog King. Is he still a coward?"

"... apologizing is nonsense. I'm not proud of you."

It was a commotion that began with the selfishness of one woman, but settled in a place to calm down.

Sizka remembered her entire body of unprecedented fatigue that this time was the end.

"It was a farce."

"Shh. Shut up. I'll listen to you when I get back to the mansion."

Even though it felt safe and good, Dorothea saw that she didn't like it and had been foolish all along the way home. By the way, the secret drug that breaks the curse of frogging is the sweat extracted from the frog king's body.

The Sizkas were taking on new trauma after a long period of direct looking at the king, who roared on the pedestal and squeezed out his body fluids diligently.

"But Marika was a good one. He also gave me some souvenirs."

The Sizkas had broken up with Marika and were traveling. She was waving with a bare bare gesture, but leaning her hat wide and sniffing her nose. I'm not being honest. Same as myself.

When they held each other tight and showed their dear love, they vowed to meet again.

Marika is a gentle woman of heart. I want to see you again. It was a rare emotion for Sizka.

"Right. She's a good elf. We got a good acquaintance."

"What, that good grass? It's like a strawberry elf."

"I didn't say that"

"No, I said!

"I didn't say it!

"Said!

Where the wind blows the two whiskers and Griffon's Grigi lightly wings the sky.

The forest of witches wanders away as they look, and the green dots grow smaller and disappear.

When Sizka pushed Dorothea out of consciousness, she put her strength into the gripping reins. A thousand cut clouds flowed rapidly behind, and no longer in my mind, Marika, the Frog Kings, and the battle disappeared, only the smile of the beloved man waiting in the mansion was clearly floating.