Dungeon+Harem+Master

Rudge sickened his horseback riding in a sharp night's sickness that cleaved his cheeks and headed to the Phoenix Knights garrison.

In my nostalgia, I carry an order that I let the bishop write.

With this, for once, we can freely treat the diocesan knights in the possession of the Church with some authority.

So to speak, Rudge, with a power of attorney on behalf of the bishop, obtained the right of command of a large unit that counted a total of more than three thousand.

First, she visited the staff headquarters where the Knights Commander, Gustave Holtzman, was located. He had ordered two thousand knights at the command post closest to the south gate, off the central city.

Though Gustave only showed stubbornness when he saw Rudge, who had taken the monks and visited the camp, he did not even show the impatience with which the fort attack was not successful, but responded with a gentleman's demeanor.

"Is that a power of attorney from the bishop"

"That's right. Most of all, as far as I'm concerned, I'm going to give you knights some advice. Taking measures or not depends on one of your discretions, the commander of the regiment. I hope you enjoy what you're about to say before you decide."

Gustave twisted his neck as he made a gorilla noise and scratched the beard on his horny jaw. Anyway, scholarly style, but also the dedication of women and other unfeasible pictorial affairs. The outgoing bishop is also a bad person to send a scholar teacher like this over because of how little progress the Castle Gate attack is.

Rudge was aware of Gustave's dissatisfaction but with an unfamiliar face, he stated his measures. The chief of the knights, who had only heard on the face, righted his residence as the story progressed, and at the end of the day he looked up to Rudge, even in awe, trying to listen.

"It's really funny. It's worth a try."

The Liberation Allies had caged five hundred soldiers at each of the four castle gates. Meanwhile, the Knights of the Phoenix had attacked diligently by assigning as many as two thousand soldiers to their respective locations in discipline. In the first place, the arsenal and the grain vault have been suppressed and this can't be the way to drop it.

Rudge scratched the Liberation Alliance soldiers he had taken prisoner to turn several people away. Regardless, it is a matter of reducing the first degree of sin and providing generous coverage to the family after the sacrifice is over.

Most of the Liberation Alliance soldiers come from the lower ranks. What they agreed with Balmunk's dogma was that families and people close to him were sold off by slave traders and had difficulty in their daily lives.

"Don't worry. I will keep my promise."

Rudge was born a nobleman and grew up in Wang Du, and from his standing and behaving manners, he was not the same as a regional nobleman who was no different from the natives.

When they were born, to you, they, too, have never been spoken one kind word to a young and beautiful lady, flirting, weeping and blindly believing in Rudge's skillful art of speaking.

The measures are not so intrusive. He simply manipulated the captives who surrendered to circulate the "false news" to each castle gate and deliberately flushed the soldiers. He said the east was in danger to the south, and the north to the west. Thus, he marched to the south gate and the west gate, to the extent of a hundred, to concentrate two thousand troops, each for the purpose of destroying.

The equipment of the Allied Liberation Army, which held the arsenal, was much better than that of the Knights, but when Gustave, the leader of the regiment, took command of himself on the line, the situation changed so that the grass was swept by the wind. Sharpening sharpness and punching in like a wedge, the assault is not supported by training in obscurantism.

When the Knights of the Phoenix happened to occupy the two gates, they bravely made a whale wave.

"Let's not put time aside and keep attacking"

Rudge hired a nearby peasant with no thread on his gold to fly the Mussillo flag on a small, high hill in the north as he sent the elite that had slipped through the castle gate to the suburbs. In such cases, it is not necessary to spare the gold grain. If the battle prolongs, Silver Villago's economic losses will be immeasurable.

The Liberation Alliance warriors instinctively fled to the East Gate, where the commander was presiding over the occupation of the castle gate, frightened by the voices of the whales that loosened the countless lights and mountain masses that suddenly appeared outside the castle.

"Come on, Lord Gustave. There's only one more base left. If this happens, we don't need any more small work. Inspire the knights and give them their medals."

"Lord Rudge. No, it's Master Rudge. Thank you for your grant. Come on, you brothers. The time has come to show pride in knightly things. Make noise in the city and give blood festivals to no one but the traitors who violated the peace of the people. Justice is in our wings and in the wings of the phoenix!

Justice lies with us and in the wings of the phoenix. The knights took their soldiers to the fort at once.

An army of knights, sharply revealed, began to rush up the stairs of the fort, guarding the castle gate from the inside.

The Liberation Alliance warriors, too, fought this last place of death and stood still, but within escaping from the gates to the gates, their forces were thin and faded so that they could be sucked into the dark night, and the number of soldiers eventually joining the East Gate was squeezing to more than a thousand.

"Sir Gustave! Lord Gustave!

"It's Master Rudge. This is the front line. If it's an arrow wound on you, your soldiers will shrivel!

Rudge saw a stream of enemies rapidly disappearing, and when he left the main business, he drove his own horse directly to Gustave, conveying his will.

"The enemy faction will no longer last that long. There's also a story of biting a stranded cat. So why not create an escape route on the one hand and encourage them to surrender? Already, we've decided to fight."

"I see. A decree. Create a gap on the front line so they can escape to the suburbs."

As the two horseback rides lined up to watch the war, reports came in from the rear that they had no choice but to suppress enemy guerrillas travelling through the city. This enhanced the Knights' power by taking back no weapons from the arsenal they retrieved.

"Master Rudge. Well, what is it in this situation? One thing I want to tell you."

"What is it"

Rudge, uh, exhaled his breath thinly and looked at the samurai next door. I'm dyeing my face red in the morning burn when I'm starting to rise, and I don't know what to say. The cornered face cramped into small pieces, like a rusty brisket finishing doll, and turned to this side without a scratch.

"Master Rudge. Oh, oh, I need a favor."

"Yes. This time, it's like Lord Gustave's help put away a rebellion. If I can do it, I can respond to it."

Not at all. He moved exactly as instructed here. Now, as originally planned, we can rally the remaining Knights into a hotel and do everything in our power to save Sir Warren of Heavy Town, the great uncle of the current king, and his most beloved husband in the world.

I can't thank you enough. Rudge strives to smile and show, and suddenly Gustave stretches out his arms to see what he thinks, squeezing to wrap his hands around him.

What is it? Is that a sign of gratitude? Rudge smiled and showed himself in the usual triplicate.

"Right. Can you understand that! Good."

"What? Um, it's Sir Gustave. Although the meaning of the words is good and incomprehensible."

"The Awkward is Gustave Holtzman. Captain of the Knights of the Phoenix! Thirty-two years old at the time. Both my grandparents and my parents are alive! My brother, from twenty-five up to thirteen down, thirteen. Loch is not so rich, but he will make you, I'm sure, happy! I fell in love with this magnificent retreat. I want you to be my wife! This, make this Gustave a man!

Rudge was about to fall off the horse with a crease, visionary of a heart mark shining perfectly in the eyes of a glowing giant in his sight.

Thus the battle over the castle gate of Silver Villago came to an end.

Sizka was anticipating a time of entry by standing on the window frame portion of what seemed to be the top floor of a commercial guild that was still burning down and about to collapse.

The building was set on fire for the reason that it was the closest skyscraper to Hotel Royal Blossom, where the Liberation Alliance troops stood.

Regardless, this is the result of the refusal of the castle soldiers to use this place as a bridgehead to carry out a flying tool attack on the window.

From a commercial guild person, I can't help but feel a strong outrage at the destruction of symbols nearly two hundred years old.

Those resentments, for the orderly side, served as active support, had great advantages, such as financial aspects and access to information, and Balmunk was also a realistic proof of his inability to carry out his ideals in the sight of the common people, coming from the noble class in question.

"Hey. Don't push it, stupid liza! You almost fell off."

"Karen is so big and unbalanced with all her ass. Apprentice the shape of Liza's ass."

"Huh? I'm not kidding! My butt is working out on the horse and it's tight. You don't look like a tired elephant."

"That's what a difference is. Liza's is popular with Klund not only for its size, but also for its firmness and good rubbing."

"Hmm. Stupid, stupid. Stupid. He likes hearty tits. Well, you know, there's nowhere else to praise, so they didn't care."

"This is why I'm so full..."

"You're too realistic. Me, for an elf, it's a whisperer. It doesn't look like black bread like Liza. It's an angel's touch. What are you making me say!?

"What is the existence of Liza, who has spoken of her sexuality on her own and has been reversed?"

"You guys. If you don't keep it that way, it's time to poke it off. Besides, the people of the Church are watching. Is there no shame?"

As Sizka gently slumped, Karen and Liza each turned to the other side as they swelled their cheeks.

Somewhere away, the elite monk troop the bishop put on is leaking a bitter laugh.

If there's a hole, I want to hide... I never knew it would be so painful for others to know the shame within me. In the first place, this mixed entry team was forced to reinforce the remaining woodwork and secure the scaffolding, which burned down and became charcoal, near collapse.

"Princess. Master Liza. This is after the fire, and it's not strange whenever it collapses. We need to keep it that way."

"What. You're going to preach to me about Loulou's habits! I mean, well, more than that, I hope you don't. But don't get me wrong, right, Liza? I can't believe how bad I look like this because I'm putting up Loulou's face... Oh, Cora! People are talking and no. Ugh."

Liza passed next to Karen with a flat face and headed to the scaffold where Sizka was. Karen crosses the frame of a building that is about to collapse with lightness, such as a face loss, on the beso side, even though Klund would hardly listen to her.

Meanwhile, rather heavily armed monks seemed less likely to move than the Sizkas.

"Look. Karen, Liza. The windows over there, closest to here, but the Liberation Allies, by burning down their commercial guild, are completely defenseless. The window frame part over there. Here, hit me with an arrow. Karen wouldn't have taken it off. Then I use the rope wrapped around that arrow butt to get to the hotel. If you do, you'll make the rope ladder work, so it'll be easier to infiltrate."

I'll take care of the bow.

"Liza's quiet."

"I asked for it."

Karen shook the silver twin tail to the left and right, squeezing the elphin bow she was good at, cutting and releasing the arrow. Without aiming, Yabuchi handed him the rope when it tangled in the metal part of the candlestick that was hanging on the wall on the fifth floor, the hotel across the street. Sizka made sure that the nail that accompanied him behind the arrow butt was chewing the candlestick firmly, and the firefighter also crossed out a strained line with his eye-catching lightness.

Big winds are blowing. I wear a safety belt for billays on the stretched strings, but not so thick. It was visible that if he fell to the ground, he would crush five bodies with cobblestones and die instantly.

(Rudge, as proclaimed, before dawn, let him retrieve the occupied castle gate without leaving it. Now it's our turn to risk our lives)

The distance between the hotel and the commercial guild would not be thirty meters. In the fold, as promised, an army of phoenix knights surrounding the hotel created a whale wave to loosen the heavens and the earth, for positive motion. This should have further distracted the attention of the enemy soldiers. It should have been.

Then the enemy shadow appeared in Sizka's eyes, which crawled like an eel over the outline in good order.

Three of them. When they noticed the strained outline, they took out their swords and quickly cut them off.

I felt my whole body open without any pores left. Is it first to cross? Or death.

A gust of wind passed my ear.

Unexpectedly opens both eyes. In the hotel crossing, I saw a man lying back with an arrow in his throat.

Karen fired backup shots with her bow.

Faster. Faster.

Life or death.

There is fear. But the other self who enjoys it does exist, too.

Sizka felt her chest simmering with gras and her lower belly burning hot.

It resembled sexual excitement in the midst of being held.

The two eyes, Karen's arrow, instantly shot through. In the man's right eye, blood smoke broke out, as the arrow butt stabbed to be sucked in, and the puffy red flower bloomed.

The last one left managed to stop the intruder, riding himself out the window and waving his sword up as he bounced back the arrow with a small buckler.

Cut. Cut the rope. Fall. Scatter. Die. It all ends here.

Sizka, uh, exhaled strongly, quickly flew through the universe and landed on the rope with one leg.

Just one leg, standing on a single string. Even myself, I was surprised what I could do.

The man in front of you. He kept his mouth open, too factually, stiffening his body for a moment.

Sizka quickly slashed into the face of the man who was lowering his abalone face when he pulled out his sword in a smoother motion than he could possibly think.

Pi, and a fine bloody Shizuku fell on her cheek. At the same time, Sizka checked the chunks of meat, as she descended from the window frame into the hallway in the hotel, screaming and crashing.

"Secured"

Pass the rope ladder and you will reach the hotel in the order of Karen, Liza and the monks.

At the same time, Alan's fury curled like a storm. Finally, Uncle Andrew's army began to penetrate with all its energy.

From the other side of the crossing, fragmented and liberation alliance warriors rush in.

When Karen held the bow, and cut and hung up, the man who had protruded fell on his back.

"Break through"

Three men. It popped up.

Sizka shook a song knife and immediately choked the throats of the men in front of her and showed them.

A bright red splash slammed against the white wall, and the monks, who were holding back behind them as they responded, burst out in an all-out rage.

When I thought of the collector's face in my chest, I gained strength. My lips catch on with a powerful grin.

As Sizka laid her sword horizontally, she jumped back into the vortex of frenzy, lowering herself.

As a result of the torture to which the collectors had exhausted their intelligence, Giampiero threw up mud without remaining.

"Godlam..."

I take my gaze off the wreckage that was a jean clown and think about it. If you think it sounds familiar somewhere, it was once, during the step-elf battle, a great enemy who worked with BattleSeek and Associate Baron Joslan to give the scattered collectors a bitter juice.

In conclusion, this time again, they were trying to accelerate the chaos even further by combining behind them with the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves, stripping fangs against Uncle Andrew's forces and the Romless Church.

"Although my sister seems to have quite obstinately hunted down the Godrum Order. Maybe there's that grudge too. Did you just breathe back in here? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The Godrum Church is known for its officially cult-certified nest of evil and treachery from the Romeless dynasty.

They had periodically renewed their status, principally by outright denial of the Romless religion known for its state religion, by creating their own government within the denomination, by independently defining the various grades and with the contribution of faith and denomination.

Giampiero says that Raffaello, who attacked the collector, is a "cleric" who equates to a fairly high status among the denominations. They were constantly making their own moves, concealing their identity, while approaching and making themselves appear to help the Alliance for Liberation.

If I could see that, I could also be convinced that Raffaello had murdered a priest who should have been sent to the parish of Silver Villago, searching for the "perfection" that the collectors happened to have picked up, and put it to extinction because of the mouth seal of evidence obliteration.

The ultimate goal of the Godrum Church is the "sacred wreckage" of Saint Jonas, which was recently brought into the Cathedral.

"What does that mean?

"What a terrible thing to say! This punitive!

"Brave man, that's right, Hannah too..."

Born in Japan and raised in Japan, the zodiac was a typical young man, and at the same time, almost unreligious, of "everything basic", which is a combination of everyone.

It was an otherwise unscrupulous religious view of the basin, where he visited the tomb, celebrated Christ at Christmas, and visited the shrine on New Year's Eve to say New Year.

For the collector, I don't understand what Victoire or Hannah mean by being fiercely wolfy.

When it comes to the sacred relics of the Church, it can be said that it is worthy of the Christian Bible and the Islamic Koran.

The purpose of the Godrum Church was to multiply this period by pulling out Jonas' sacred wreckage and humiliating it before the people.

With all that lapse, there could be no anticipation of how much confusion there would be in the territory, and in some cases, with blame, all the priests belonging to the Church of Silver Villago, including Marco, could be "martyred" by themselves or by the power of others.

"First of all, if that happens, even if we can outrun this place, we won't be able to live in Romless anymore. No, on the contrary, there are numerous followers of the Church in the other five kingdoms. If the Godrums succeed in their aim, surely, much blood will flow. No, I can't help but flush it."

"Seriously. I don't know what it's like to be stylish. All this time."

Finally understanding the situation, the collector roared as he scratched his hair hard. There's only one way left. It was to get out of the hotel promptly and shoot Raffaello before he could get the cathedral wreckage.

but to do so, no matter how, we must succeed in our escape from the Royal Blossom. Geometric promptly and safely.

"Well, it could be a little annoying..."

The ground is full of Liberation Alliance soldiers waiting for the offensive of Uncle Andrew's army. frontal breakthrough, as usual, no matter how much, it won't.

"Brave man. But, but that's the same thing as Raffaello. The Liberation Alliance isn't so dumb either. I don't think Godrum will change that stance until the end if he hides who he is and gives help. Sure, because a man named Balmunk comes from a Fulmenta family that is serious about the faith of Romles, even in the King's capital. The house has served both archbishops in the last hundred years. Even if you abandon an official, go off the road and flip an anti-flag at the court, you've worn it since you were a young child. That's impossible to abandon. If Balmunk has forsaken all good intentions, both body and mind, there's nothing more we can do."

"I can't help thinking about it any more, Gudagda. I manage to get downstairs, find a gap and break through. You've got to hide inside somehow. Soldiers surrounding the outside, one of these days, cut the paralysis and be sure to go in. Only then can we help Mr. Shylock."

"Okay. Sir Warren is a heavy town of the nation. Let's do something about it."

"Leave it to me -"

When the collector broke up with Victoire and the others, he managed to reach upstairs and when he found a thin linen room, he let himself lurk between the sheets.

(Phew. It's fuzzy. Plus, it smells good...)

Happy or unhappy, there were about three enemies I slashed down to get here. They will be running around the hotel with blood eyes, but we can only pray that it limits Raffaello's mobility anyway.

By the way, he seemed a little loose. Hmm, stretching out, a bright red morning burn was out the window. I tremble when I strike my body at the cold remnants of the night.

A shitty whale wave hit me where I was alarmed. The window wooden frame is shivering billibly. Then I crawled over and looked down, and I couldn't see the shadow of the outpost that was wandering around last night.

In an effort to make sure even better, he boldly embarked on himself and gazed into his eyes.

"Hmm?

In the vicinity of the backwoods, which had been rugged to prevent the assault of the horseback squad, there should have been a dense Alliance for the Liberation soldiers standing without room for cones, but the space was gallant and even sad.

It's the only way. As the collector put the long sword back on his hips, he wrapped his coat and jumped out the window. Move slowly with the trees planted like blindfolds as shields. The flag of Kim Yan boiled like a wave head on the red land where he watched this side with his eyes open. An infantryman with a spear pushes in unison.

"Hey, wait a minute! I'm not the enemy! I know the bishop. You would know if you contacted the church! He said he wasn't lying!

He said he was close to the bishop.

It's not funny to come this far and get killed by your allies. Was there anything I thought of in the fodder's desperate words? The commander of the unit brought the collector to the main management, where the misunderstanding was finally solved.

"KLAND......!

"I'm sorry. I was worried."

I finally got comfortable hugging Rudge, who jumped into my chest.

"Yeah, but we used to get out of that enclosure."

"But I'm so glad you're okay"

"Would you mind not showing it off? Awkward monk stress is already at its limit, isn't it?

"Old man. I don't care about that"

"I don't care..."

"Didn't you see anything more about Raffaello than that?

Marco looked bitter when he heard the priest's name from the mouth of the treasurer.

"I did something to him, really, unfortunately. Anything inconvenient in the hotel. Earlier, his neck was sent. Negotiations are almost fractured. Earlier, I received a letter from Lord Victoria in the suburbs telling me to attack him. Probably a force push in anticipation of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves surrendering along the way. Also, I didn't know there would be a lot of blood."

"Neck. Neck!? Hey, Rudge. Where are the necks and the dogs that arrived!

"Ah. Suddenly, what's wrong...?

"Just hurry."

"Mr. Klando. Here it is."

I did not hesitate to open the neck barrel that Loulou had carried. There it is salted, the young man's neck sitting with his eyes closed. Rudge restrained his mouth and turned away, and Marco cut a cross with his chest.

"No. This is, no"

"Lord Klund, what!?

"What are you doing!

The collector dragged out the contents when he took the neck barrel from Loulou, releasing it into the universe pah.

When you pull out the black lion on your hips at an unstoppable speed on your eyes, you slash it sharply.

The meat mass was cut from his forehead into a single letter, making a dull noise and falling to the ground.

From the cutting surface, brown clay is exposed. It was the undisputed neck of the crop.

"Bishop, the protection of the Church!

"Huh? About fifty White Cross Knights. The rest, we are trying to restore security by letting them head to the city. Antoine's main unit, along with the Knights of the Phoenix, entered the hotel."

The blood caught my attention when I heard Marco say it. If so, the church is as empty as it is empty. The collector conveyed without exception Marco the reasoning he had spoken to the Victoires at the hotel.

"Give me the sacred cloth."

"I don't have time for this! Turn it around a little bit. Not yet, we should make it!

"Lord Klund. Please. Whatever, whatever, no more bloodshed."

As the collectors popped out of the tent, they left the camp behind without waiting for the humans to align themselves. Fifty of the soldiers Marco put on me, including Loulou, will follow in three or five years.

On the way to the church, in front of Shitsuji on the widest street, they appeared.

Paralysis ran on the five bodies with a blowing refined killer.

You're here.

Harsh, tightened his chest, and erected a long sword, he appeared as an army of blackened aliens rolled up from the shadows of earthen walls sown all over the streets. Face from there like a whisper.

The jarring sounds and ear-splitting cheers that occur with the armor fittings ringing together boil like dots and tsunamis, and a group of black shadows strike like swarms.

The treasurer swung down the flank of the rampant man.

The stiff sound of breaking the built-in ribs gushed and rang. The man was desperate when he stained blood reflexes from the inside of the mask, spewing words praising the Godrum Church.

If you realize it, they are consolidating back and forth. It was clear that the monks were at a strength battle but at a disadvantage, with enemies on their bellies. When the treasurer kicked the man's hips in front of him, he swung the black lion, blinding himself and knocking down the enemy shadow from one end.