Dungeon+Harem+Master

"There is no next. That's what I thought."

The voice spread into the darkness, like a devil's twist that echoed from the bottom of the earth. Only the candle-light on the wall lights slightly illuminates the man's blue, cold cut side.

In a small room, thirteen chairs were arranged in a circle, and the man had been subjected to a quiet quarrel by the people sitting in that chair. A small noise rang as the man tried to argue about something.

At the next moment, the man, who was in the center of the circle, squeezed the pattern of a dagger growing from his throat, spitting gobo gobo and a lot of red and black blood bubbles. The eyes were still so open that they seemed to rip open that the white part of the eyeballs stuck out with glitter was quickly filled with countless vermilion lines.

How, and a monk shaped old master who was lying beside him as he collapsed from his knee was numb, but he pulled out a dagger that had grown in the man's throat with his thick, powerful arms. The bloody blade was reflected in the lights and glowed dull.

"Also a failure"

Luc Godrum, Archpriest of the Godrum Church, was stroking the white jaw that reached his chest, gazing with inorganic gray eyes at the sea of blood born with the solemnity of the "spirituals" who were thus against the will of God.

The Godrum denomination, known as the largest cult in the Romless continent, was dominated by the hands of thirteen priests who, if the "prophet" were to be distinguished, would culminate in a high priest backpack that would hit his brother and support it.

It was Victoria de Barthelmy, who still wields tremendous authority as acting lord, who made her the eldest daughter of Uncle Andrew, who can be considered the representative of the sect's enemies, that the Order now places at the top of its list.

"You woman-fox. Break the guide and the guard."

"What a trick. This is the seventh person in the month."

"Besides, this Zama is a master of hidden shapes who has been conquered with the Order One. I'm not gonna talk about it."

"Then how about a positive attack? Although not the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves. Appropriately, incite a few to the gap."

"Funds are not inexhaustible with us. Besides, I got too far into the Liberation Alliance."

"You mean your legs are out, by the way? That's like sprinkling money on a dob. Pity."

"Be quiet. No way, there's no point in being bound by what's over. Priest history. I wonder if anyone can name him after him if he can't exterminate his enemies."

When the high priests blocked the voice of criticism and shook their surroundings, the priests were all together and silenced. It was because Victoria, the hard guard, knew she couldn't kill him with a uniform set of hands.

If it comes to badly naming, failing again, then the other priests here will water me up. First, see how it goes. That would be the smart way to do it.

Luc jiggled the group while sitting on the chair, and this also pressed silently. An unusually tense tension drifted indoors. The smell of fish oil burning has stood to an uncomfortable extent.

"No one. If so, will you leave this matter to me?"

The first to break the silence was the voice of a young boy who was still young.

"Priest Citrus. Is there anything you can do about it?"

Luc asked in a dry voice as he turned back to the little priest.

"The secret, not so much. Everything will be taught and guided by Godrum."

Luc gazed at the healthy martyr, still young enough to be a boy, jiggling with long hands that he was saving his white jaw, and told him sternly.

"I don't think there's any particular problem. This term of sectarian elimination orders Sir Citrus, the eighth"

"In the name of Godrum"

The meeting drops the curtain, and the thirteen priests each take their seats and walk over to the exit of the room.

Where the High Priest left the room, one man roared low as if it were the limit of patience.

"I don't admit it. You can't admit it! Why, to such a young man...!

"Then I would have liked to have said so during the earlier meeting."

A floating voice was thrown at the big man in the robe. The big man barked as he blasted his emotions at the man with his hands together as he set a flame of anger on both fierce eyes from under his hood.

"Earth Payne! Temé, you're selling me a fight! Thirteen priests fifth, like this Humberto...!

Humberto, a Godrum denominational priest with two names, fifth in the ranks, “Anger," held him down with one hand on the wall as he grabbed the chest of a slight man on his back.

"Fighting? No way! I'm the thirteenth on the bottom line. There is no annihilation."

The name of a little man is Earth Payne.

He was one of only thirteen priests in the Godrum Church.

"Temehe and that kid called Citrus! I don't see why you could have been an honorable Godrum priest. I don't know what that means. I won't admit it, I won't admit it. In the first place, I was the one who immediately received my life in this Silver Villago! You're imitating people sticking their faces in their cupboards from the side."

What Humberto refers to as Le Mae is the number one presence of the Godlum denomination, referred to as "the spokesperson of God" and "the prophet".

"But the prophet seems to be about to cut the paralysis. Now, all the assassins you've turned to fail. [M] Whatever that citrus is, isn't it a bad idea if it's time to get results?"

Humberto stared at Ground Pane with his eyes, resentful of stuffing his breath. The assassin, who was just solemnly cleared, is one of Humberto's children. Due to repeated failures, he would have hesitated earlier to pinch his mouth just as much on Citrus' unsolicited conduct as well. Poked through the painful, shaped Humberto shook his thick hands, sticking his gothic and savvy fingertips toward Earth Pane.

"Earth Payne, are you on my side? Or are you going to turn the other way"

"No. I will always be on your side, Humberto. If you don't mind, Citrus' behavior this time. We will look into it and report back to you."

"Hung. You're not so stupid, are you? Earthpane, okay. Now stick with that kid and report everything to me. That's from the way Citrus acted all day to the color of the shit he flushed into the toilet. You know, pissing me off means your life's over, equals."

"I got it. But just remember this. that I am not threatened and obeyed, but that everything is for the denomination"

Ground pane is one of the seats that was empty. Raffaello, who had two names “Mad Bull," sat down, peppering his ninth seat.

"- Fine. I wish that was Temehe's obsession. Citrus, do you think you can vandalize my territory on the kid who popped out? I'm the only one who can take Victoria's neck, the Lord's daughter."

"How long are you going to be asleep at all! It's already noon!

Victoire burst into a clump of blankets cluttering over the bed in a prickly tone as he momentously opened the door of the room without even knocking.

I hear you. You don't have to make such a big voice. I heard Victoire removing the blanket overhead. The collector attacked with his hands protruding from under the bed, trying to jump with ratty agility toward his glossy leg neck, which moved indefensibly at the tip of his nose.

(Hmm. For this reason, I've been lurking in a narrow space for two hours! Come on, let me hear that cute scream!

The prediction was supposed to hear a missing scream between "KYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

A strange voice jumped out of my mouth. Raising her gaze, a beautiful woman in maid's clothes, who decided to hit her elbow, was staring at this one with cold eyes.

"I thought I'd eat the same hand as everything else. You fool."

They were reading the signs. Regretting at the edge of his brightly extinguished brain, when he couldn't stand the pain of fire and squatted on the spot, he immediately threw out five bodies, twirling on the carpet like a caterpillar sprinkled with hot water.

"Say no. It's a light skinship. Seriously, don't hit me."

"Shut up! Whatever, but stop encouraging sexual harassment for me to come wake you up!

"Ichi. Isn't that nice? I enjoy you being shy."

"I'm having so much fun. This one too."

When Victoire triangled his eyes, he peeled out his white teeth all eep and crossed his hands in front of his chest to make a batten.

"Hmm. That's what I said. Well. Heh. Don't push it."

As the collector crawled up to the bed, he shook his index finger left and right in front of his face in a nihil tone.

"What can't you do?"

"You like me."

"Just leave the joke to your face, your presence and your soul"

"That's pretty awful, isn't it?

"... maybe you slept just for that?

"Kameh. Once every three times, Pordina sends you over."

"What a wretched man."

As the collector jumped out of bed screaming all the time, he moved his face closer towards Victoire.

Naturally, Victoire is a guard as he pushes his face back with both hands.

"What. The lips. Is that an octopus pattern?

"Morning Choo"

"I'm not in the habit of kissing potty. It stinks."

"Hiya. If I was weak, I'd kill myself a hundred times or so."

"I don't care, just finish the washing. It's a gentleman's preference."

"Chi."

The collector cleansed his feelings by washing his face and dropping his eyeballs with hot water strained in the offered washer and washing his sticky mouth with a wake-up call. Sticking his lips out without punishment, he twisted his nose tip, sighing, hah. It even hurts.

"Your hair is a mess. I can't get it out in public."

"Mm-hmm. Fine, Mend, you can do it. Besides, this is pretty wild."

"Almost a vagrant. It's the one you can't help, sit there. I'll comb you."

As the collector sat down on the bed as he was told, Victoire stood by his side quietly waiting for him to prepare his sleeping habits using the

Occasionally, the yawn leaks. Victoire's face is also somewhat tender, saying that she slept all that much and that it was easy to say with her mouth.

Whenever the collector stretches his right hand out to his chest with a gap, he is relentlessly slammed off. But Victoire didn't do all he could, either, and somehow he caught a glimpse of what seemed sweet to tolerate the zodiac.

"Mmm."

"What are you doing? Spread your hands to the left and right and stand like an idiot."

"Let me get dressed."

"... what a sweet thing. I didn't know I was gonna help a big man change."

"Come on, I'm just working with the maids to make sure they do their job."

Victoire began to help the collector change his clothes as if he had noticed. From time to time, the collector leads Victoire's hand to try to make him touch something weird, but each time the chop enters the neck muscle. The collector usually felt his life in jeopardy with darkening or brightening in front of him.

"Uh, yes, yes. Holla, don't move weird. You can't wrap your belt around it."

"Don't ignore it."

"Wow. Don't hug me all of a sudden! Don't touch your chest. Don't touch your ass, ah. Idiot, hmm. No, if not. Breakfast will be cold..."

The collector left the momentum to Victoire's body to begin to wander. There was a clear presence of something called a wave in things, where she was usually eating elbow iron around here, but her resistance was weaker than she could have imagined.

Though I can remember in my heart that I can go, I felt Victoire's power, which was finally being stripped away, fall off gakun when I hugged him directly from the front while pushing him uninhibited.

- I won!

At the end of his eyes, he could see Victoire's plump lips trembling slightly. Convinced that the victory was near, when I pulled her head with my right hand, I felt like the inside of the room was accidentally tucked away.

"Si, Sizka"

It was her presence that stood at the doorstep when she was letting go of the overwhelming "shadow".

The little girlfriend is staring at her as she says at her ascendancy. The collector felt his tongue dry and stuck to his upper jaw as he was barely pressured by an overly spectacular negative aura.

"What are you doing?"

It's just normal talking, but dark as it sounds from the bottom of the earth.

Victoire, who remained embraced before the treasurer wolfed, accidentally held him back with force. Sizka eyes. The dizziness clouded even deeper.

"... what are you doing? Look, don't you see? I can't read the air at all."

Victoire let his eyes narrow by squeaking his nose, as he proudly won when he turned his hands around the head of the possessor himself, to make it look like Sizka.

- Yeah, I get it. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

"Didn't you hate Klander?

As Sizka burns a dark flame in her eyes with a melamera, she gradually packs her distance with a walking method that doesn't make any noise. The position of the hips is exquisitely low if you look at it, and the unmanipulatively placed dominant arm is attached to the grip so that it pulls through the crooked knife of the hips at any time. The collector was frightened when he met the roots of his teeth with the kachikachi.

"How can you be so crappy with your head that you wouldn't know if you didn't ask me that? Let's just say me and this guy are a couple. Hey, there's no reason you can bark at the camp where we got along."

Victoire smiles softly, finally glinting around her breasts with her index finger as she crisps up her back hair. The collector often gave a tranced look to the slutty pleasure given over his shirt, but his gaze coincided with Sizka, who was regrettably biting his lips, and he quickly tided.

(I understand. I'm just stirring you up with harassment......!

Though they tried to ease up somewhat, these two were still remarkably bad friends. Victoire and Sizka aren't all uncoordinated, but when you're alone, you're still noticeably unfriendly.

"Well, I knew you were a suicide candidate. Out. I'm gonna slap your bare neck off right now."

"Hey! You're lying, Sizkah."

Sizka's boiling point was limitless. Somehow, but I was alarmed that I had only recently settled for a little bit, but the grooves between the two seemed to be buried at all.

(In other words, Victoire is not the usual Victoire. Usually, uh, yes or no, it's a pattern that fits right in when you give this place away. Why do you delve unexpectedly all the time at times like this? Whoa. Rinse it with a pretense)

"No, I don't. Sa, kland. Breakfast. You're a perfectly sleepy one. Let's leave these guys alone and go to the dining room."

"Yeah. Oh, oi. Wait a minute, don't pull it."

"Wait a minute! - Wait."

The zodiac left his chamber with his eyes blackened and white as Victoire drew his arm, his gaze crossed with Sizka, who was undoubtedly standing flat. She had totally good defeated shapes, eyes like abandoned jeans. Tickles and chest pain.

Shortly after, the collector had a late breakfast while serving Pordina and Victoire.

At the far end of the long table, I saw Sizka, who was supposed to be having breakfast for a long time, with dark eyes, poking her boiled eggs with a fork many times, making her very uncomfortable, even though it was her own house.

"No more yadda. I don't need this."

The collector stepped out of the mansion as he stirred the mesh in a semi-crying state. A stroll through the well-maintained garden saw several small and dark elves Liza playing with pleasure.

Something's bothering me.

"Baaah."

"Yikes."

If you can see, the little elves are throwing their bows toward the tree slices sticking out on the ground. You're pretty excited, or you're in Liza, and you don't even realize the collector's approaching behind you.

"I wonder what you guys are playing with."

"Ahhh. Klan, it's Klan. Right now, Liza's playing with the chicks."

Speaking up, I finally noticed Liza hugging me as she jumped a little. Light equipment that is as unseasonable as ever. A chest that seemed to spill slightly from the microbikini was pressed against his arm, giving the collector a relaxed look.

"So, what are you playing at?"

"Um, you know what? This is how you keep me."

"I'm not, I'm not. This way, when you corn the occasions."

"I can barely touch you."

"It's very much so. Klund, too."

"Do it."

"Erm. Sorry, Liza. Explain what you're talking about."

"Um. It's a lot of fun doing sticks and occasionally dokans."

"Sman. I asked you to explain. I was stupid."

Liza spoke so enthusiastically that the microbikini bra was about to come off, but for the collector, it was a less convincing playful explanation. Or was this really a narrative that made me a little anxious about Liza's future whether she was sixteen or not?

(But renouncing communication here won't do this kid any good either. Treasurer, don't get me wrong. I'm not strong enough to make you understand. You understand...!

The collectors had the guts to communicate with the Lizzas to convince them that, in short, the play they were playing was similar to "boring".

(And, you know, this stick's standing, it's obviously weird. It's buried in the roots. They're falling apart. They're all throwing balls at the stick. It is difficult to see this through at a glance)

"Nah, Klund. Klund plays with this."

"- I'll give you the rules to move on for those untouched gentlemen."

The collector first thought of creating a "lane" and a "pin" through the balls for the Lizzas.

Sadly, Liza is a user of earthly attribute magic. The collector first forced the mud to be pressed and consolidated to create a first-class bowling alley-like lane of high hardness. Next, I scraped the tree from my hand and made a pin. The ball improved the original bow and weighed in. The tools are ready. The weight is adjusted due to the fact that the small children are not injured.

I pinned across the lane and managed to just dress up, but the excitement of the Lizzas quickly reached its pinnacle.

"What is this, what is this? It's amazing. It's so awesome!

"Hehe. Know as much as the wisdom of mankind, untouched barbarians."

The Lizzas were intoxicated by the impromptu bowling alley created by the collectors and, from that day on, intoxicated by this play as little time allowed. The collector returned to the mansion with a satisfied look on his face as he toured Little Elf and Liza drowning in ballplay until about noon.

"God gave pleasure to the barbarians..."

"I still don't understand what you're talking about, but I can't rest my hands"

The collector had eaten lunch before being handled by Rudge in Romeless at the corner of the library.

"For the most part, you're the one who wants me to tell you how to write. He said he regrets being foolish for not being able to write properly."

"Because. Karen's is horrible. You've been able to write for yourself lately."

"Unlike you, she's a lump of schooling. In the first place, it's hard to master the letters of Step Elf and Romless in a short period of time, even though they have very little in common. How about a little apprenticeship for Klund? Move the pen without the chimp."

"Yes, sir. Damn, when it comes to female teachers, it's supposed to be erotic decentralization, but what is this harshness?"

"You know what? When I don't dive into a dungeon, I want to slow down my research. I even have a book I want to read. I'm devoting that precious time. You know?"

"I want something to reward you"

"... I can't help it"

Rudge turned red and turned to the hoarder's ear, whispering. The collector stared back directly in front of Rudge with a flashing face, opening his mouth gently. Rudge's proposed "Library Play" was a pretty core hardplay, which also dons project AV directors.

That's paranoid literature is imaginative, I thought.

"You know, keep it to yourself. What? What's Rudge, a pervert?

"No more."

Rudge feels as he talks about his suggestion being a pretty bad kind, or he turns his face bright red and tries to leave the room. But I want you to wait. The Zodiac is intrigued by the play.

"Ahhh. Shh. Shh! This is totally my compulsion. I can't help it. Rudge is forced into pornography on my orders. I'm in trouble."

The collector wore mud for his shy wife. It goes without saying that Mothi's Ron, after which he took plenty of time to play close to contraindications and fell down the main line.

After dinner, the collector was relaxed as he did not return to his room and had Pordina knee-pillow him on the carpet in the living room. In the room, besides Pordina, Hilda, Meriandale and Hannah knit amicably.

Anyway, I didn't see much in this world like entertainment other than intercourse for the collectors.

There is no TV, no Internet, no comics, no movies. When it comes to being able to do it, it's enough to snuggle with a woman or drink. I can't help but leak a yawn if I'm not diving into a dungeon.

(I've advised Victoire to make poetry before. Even a college report submitted a coppy poem postcard online. It can't be such an elegant play for me...)

"Hey, Pordina"

"What is it, sir?"

The collector spoke to Pordina, who was staring at herself with a lucid eye.

"You know, when you're doing something other than chores, what kind of free time do you have?

"When it comes to spare time, it may be disrespectful."

"What the hell. Yi, Yi. Go ahead. No."

"Yes, this is how I look at your husband"

……

"We always, everywhere, and whenever possible, look at you. And that's everything."

The collector understood that nature and his face were stiff.

"Um, was something inconvenient?"

Suddenly Pordina laid her overhead dog ear to sleep. Pordina Wonko is cute.

"Ya. I'm not blaming you for anything. Just holla. Hannah and Sizka do a lot of handicraft-like stuff in their free time. I wonder what a young daughter like you would be interested in."

"I'm not interested other than your husband."

Pordina has dyed her white cheeks thin and red to keep her eyes straight together.

I don't know. This. I can normally light it up. I'm embarrassed.

The treasurer gently smothered in his heart. Quickly lay down the face that was facing the ceiling. I could see Pordina laughing elegantly as she snorted. Damn, it's in your hand, isn't it?

"Oh, look at that. You did. It feels good in the gap with my eyes slightly removed."

"Nano. What an outrage in the gap I took my eyes off! That's not acceptable, Mr. Klander."

"... kland"

Hilda stood up on Hannah's butt horse. The tip of the knitting rod is shuddering in small pieces when I am in Mary.

- Hilda, I'm not saying anything extra. Isn't Mary's eyes somehow unusual? I think I'm going to eat it now.

And when the keepers were silent, Hilda came with straw, and this, and this, and this. Specifically, he jumped toward the collector who was in the knee pillow condition.

Pordina keeps smiling, even though she receives four weights at a time. She liked to squirt in such large numbers. It was the habit of the Werewolves who lived in the flock.

The day after that.

The collector was on his way to the Adventurer Guild's office with Victoire. The aim is to attend a luncheon invited to Victoria, Victoire's sister, who is also the guild master.

A lot of space dedicated to Victoria was taken at the back of the office where the red brick was sinister. The collectors described Victoria and Kukaku, who had taken their seats one foot away while being sent to the office staff and guards.

"Long time no see, brave man. Sorry to keep you busy for so long."

Victoria gently thanks Lori in a way that really attracts her, fluffing her white dress as usual. Honestly, the collector thinks you should think about your age, but when you try this, you only look like a teenager, so it is also in the wild that the brakes work in your mind.

"Yay. Long time no see. You look better than each other."

"Sister Victoria. Long time no see."

When the collectors were greeting each other, Radek the monk, Victorian minister, either cared or left the room. The keeper gets a little worried that you look unhealthy as usual.

"Hey, Victoire"

"What is it?"

"It's always that cool. Pfft. It's funny."

Victoria pointed me out and Victoire wandered wildly. She is a maid of honor as usual.

"Nah, nah! 'Cause this is the usual habit of forcing the Clandestine one to wear something other than this!

"Pup. You're becoming your usual habit. But you look great in that outfit. Not bad. You're protecting the brave man's good luck. Naughty kid."

"No, it's not. Ugh! What are you laughing at, Crand?"

"And brave man. You've often spoiled this wagamama all-you-can-have vee. This child, for a long time, has never bent his theories if he thinks this way. My father and mother were always in trouble. If you have a secret, I'd really like to ask you, Professor."

"I guess love."

"Ma."

"Nah! Get on with it and say something extra. Ahh!

"So, what about at night? It's perfect."

"No, the guards are pretty tight."

"Don't get all excited about crap. Ah! Please don't do this to my sister."

"Why don't we stop doing this today because Weeping Vee is here?"

"Right."

The collector sent a wink to the wolfish Victoire in a breathtaking combination when Victoria and I shook hands together.

"I'm definitely practicing that, right? You're both breathing more than I am!

"So, what? So your business today was to mess with Victoire in an improvisational contest?

"There's that, too. Isn't that nice? I have nothing else to say today. Assuming the brave man and I are brother-in-law, though. Isn't it not a bad idea to hang out for lunch like this once in a while?

"There's no difference. haha. Let's eat together."

"Klund. Also, such a disrespectful way of speaking to your sister...! Sister, I'm so sorry all the time. When you get back to the mansion, I'll make sure you hear me."

"Oh? You're taking shape as a wife, too."

"Become"

When Victoire turned bright red in his face, he buttered his palms in front of his chest and made a denial all over his body, but from the side it only looked like a blindfold.

The collectors had a good time with friendly bickering. The spring sun was slightly stronger, with temperatures rising slightly to sweat.