Dungeon+Harem+Master

It was a sunny afternoon when Meryandale ran into the incident, hanging out all over the city in a distraction.

Her main business was an alchemist, and when she didn't go out on a dungeon offense, she was basically locked in a room and immersed in alchemy work.

Reminds me of last night. When her husband, the keeper, was snooping around with Pordina, she left again. Meryandale is a brilliant daughter.

Regardless, I understood best my jealous personality and the "troubled nature" that I couldn't do anything about when my head was cut. That day, it was nothing else.

but obviously when you see in front of yourself that the collector is getting along with other women, there's nothing you can do about it. She tolerated the less aggressive, but half-way through the current relationship.

That was, of course, for social reasons that had to be done. Although it is natural for nobles to have mistresses, it is only natural for society to assume that wives and concubines live together. Whatever it is, it is normal for the two to end up in a minimal verbal exchange, even if involved, when the "genuine wife" and "concubine" face each other, as irrelevant as possible with consideration.

But there's no way that such common sense would apply to a man named Caveman. On a daily basis, in the mansion where they live, they face to face with a publicly certified "wife" other than themselves. Even if I can get acquainted with it every day, it is also impossible for my jealousy to show the ghost side in a few things.

Who was I pointing the knitting stick at then? When I think about it, I can't wait to hate myself for not being able to flow flat.

(I wonder why we can all be flat. I wish I was good at something, too. If anything, I can feel confident...)

Naturally, she has little fighting power herself. Meryandale and the minimal sword handles are received in the Adventurer's Guild, but when he became a bit of a powerful enemy, it was common for him to have no more hands or feet.

Meriandale thinks. Everyone in the mansion doesn't reveal their jealousy as strongly as they do, because they still each serve an adventure, he said.

If I could wield my sword with more than standard strength myself, like Victoire, Sizka, Artemisia and Dorothea.

I'm sure the collectors will rely on themselves more than ever. The fact is, it's not what she thinks.

(There's actually not much I can do. I don't have the power, and I'm a troll. It doesn't mean I'm more likely to be a woman. Ugh, Sizka and Pordina are cowardly. I can't believe you're so strong and cool on top, and excellent cooking and laundry. It's not working, either.)

When he began to be trapped in this shady state of mind, to avoid falling into a negative mode, Meryandale had the habit of walking out of the mansion as far as possible and searching for excavations in the city, spinning his brains in full every day in an attempt to create something useful for his adventure.

She, too, was just born into an alchemist's famous house, and the basics of that path were done, but she could not, for one thing, push through.

Normally, in the Adventurer Clan, Meryandale's skill is universal enough, but when surrounded by those monsters, her skill is buried too.

"Ahhh, too. Stop. There's nothing more to think about. Shit. I wonder why I can't think of a way to split things apart."

"Hey, lady. If you're not buying anything, I wonder if it's time to go somewhere. The guests won't get along."

"Eh. Wow. Excuse me."

Meryandale realized he had spent quite a bit of time in front of the store, and he flat apologized to the store's oysters. No, he ran off like a breeze all the time. She had a habit of estimating her athletic abilities low, but on an equal footing, it was not so inferior to the Sizkas.

"Ho ho."

Because he was rushing without looking before, Meryandale hit the back of a middle-aged man who was standing behind the crowd.

"Soot, soot, soot"

Hurry to apologize while fixing the position of the feather hat on his head, but the man doesn't even look back at things like "oops" lightly. On the contrary, it was nailed with every thing that was happening up front.

It has a different vibe. The hectic men whisper to each other, curious and bloody eyes just in front of them. Meriandale heard fragments of the conversation from all over as she was concerned and her ears were clear.

"Hey, another fight?"

"It's not uncommon to fight around here. We've already killed each other. No, we've killed each other."

"Cause we bumped into each other. We didn't bump into each other, but we pulled out Danvira a long time ago when we were drunk."

"Hiya. I've already been slaughtered. It's a momentum that could kill you."

"The other guy is a kid. I don't know what to do."

"Someone would have called the Knights already. There's nothing we can do if we stick our necks in bad hands."

"So you're wacky to watch quietly. I'm not hanging up."

- Shit, it's a fight. Come on, we need to get out of here. But they say they're kids.

Meriandale hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but wonder, letting the crowd interrupt her body she moved forward in an aggressive move that was never there. I'm sorry, I'm sorry to shove my body in, but at last I'm forward, and I exhale. There was a widening sight of a boy, only about twelve or three, bleeding out of his right arm, tangled by one big man.

Out of the way, my chest pounded sharply. The boy was sadly engulfing his eyes of the same color as the blue of the skies that fell out, with his hair as bright as snow. It doesn't matter where. Meryandale, however, had a sense of purpose that no other HR could do at a time when he found in the shadow of the boy something resembling his once lost brother.

"So you're apologizing, aren't you? I don't know what else to do."

"Ahhh. Let it go. Than you let me pull this off, Temehe is no good anymore. I'll never forgive you. I thought I'd give him a break with a couple of arms. Hey, hey."

"If you lose your arm, you'll be in trouble. I can't hold a spoon or a fork."

"Ugh, let it go. Eh. Who talked to you! With whose permission are you speaking?"

The man's face is simmering bright red with a liquor burn. My eyes were running blood and my tongue wasn't turning Lu Rhythm.

The boy's arm injury is not serious, but the stained red blood is wetting his white shirt to the cuff.

You must stop the bleeding immediately. When she thought so, Meriandale was moving into action.

Meryandale grabbed a sandy bucket that he kept for the skewer's fire extinguishing as he rapidly crept through the people-waves, like a submarine underground.

"Lend me this."

"Ah! Hey, little girl."

"Get out of the way. Step aside."

"Whoa, what the hell. What the hell is going on here?

"Hey, he's a sight to behold. Lady, come on. Guys, don't vacate the place!

As Moses cracked the sea, the crowd that was solidifying cracked to the left and right. As the actor proceeded in a straight line down the stage flower path, Meryandale ran into a super special arena seat, sprinkling ashes in the bucket with a thug who was distracted and defenseless.

"Nah. What the hell, man! Buha!"

"Hey."

"Come on, over here!

A big man who has eaten a decent eyeball will hurt a part of his body with a sword in his own hands when he flips like no other. If this happens, all we have to do is chase him. Meryandale pulled the boy's intact hand and framed him to run around the city of Silver Villago so badly that he didn't want to.

"Ah, haha. Cool, good, it's exercise, I guess."

"Hey. Are you kidding?

Regardless of what the grey-haired boy thought, he was so luxurious that he was about twelve years old and the more strength Meryandale pulled, but the point of his cardiopulmonary ability to run around for quite some time without disturbing his breath was astonishing.

I knew it was a boy.

"Ugh. I'll be fine. More than that, don't put your hands out."

"Oh, is this it? It's not like that."

"Fine. Just get out."

"Uh, ah, yes"

When Meryandale barked cutely, the boy offered his injured right arm as he was told. In jewellery, a piece of skin has been long slashed, but not even meat or bones have been reached. A sigh of relief. When she removed the clean white bandage from the bag she lowered on her shoulder, she first applied a perfect ointment to the boy's wound and wrapped it around the affected area to the extent that it did not tighten.

"Whirling - Whirling"

"Um, why are you doing this to me? I don't have much money."

"Um. Don't ask me that crap. This."

Meriandale played a pussy with her index finger at the head of the grumpy boy's nose. The boy patted his big eyes as he clogged his voice.

"You, uh, what's your name?

"Ah. I'm Citrus."

"Citrus kun. Yeah, but if you get tangled up, don't deal with them. Besides, you can't have kids wandering around on their own like this."

"Ha. But you, too, think it's dangerous to hang out alone with a woman."

"I'm not very busy."

"Ah. Um, I hope that's how easily you don't play my nose. And..."

"And what?

"You didn't answer the question just now, did you?"

"Um, is that a reason? Haha. Hey, you forgot!

"Oh, no."

"Yeah. There's no reason. But just a little bit, I guess."

"A little?"

"Mm-hmm. Don't tell me"

"That's sloppy..."

"Haha. If Citrus can see you again, I'll see if I can tell you then. Then you're going home with care. Turning to the right on the street there is a vigilante garrison, so you should send them. Bye!"

Meryandale jumped out of the alley with tremendous momentum as he stroked Citrus' head fluttering.

"Ah. After all, I haven't heard your name..."

Citrus, the eighth priest of the thirteenth priesthood of the Godrum Church, gently rubbed his own hair caressed earlier as he stared in the direction of the disappearance of the girl who had helped him.

A strange woman. At the same time, it is a pleasure. I left that big man alone, not out of fear otherwise, but simply because I couldn't show my strength in that place.

"Hey. Hey, you better not stick your neck in too much trouble. There's only one life left."

Citrus shrugged, but spilled a tickling laugh. And stunned. This way, I wonder how many years it's been since I've had a laugh in nature.

I realized that the request I took from Luc Godrum, Archpriest of the Godrum Church, was nearly impossible, just sniffing around Chilla and Victoria de Barthelmy, acting lord of Andrew.

Especially a monk-shaped man who follows her around day and night, Radek, and a man named Leopardo, the guardian knight, are quite armed. If we were to slaughter both of them at the same time, it seemed necessary to put in half of the thirteenth priest and be prepared to lose them all.

First of all, it is impossible to discuss either of those two alone. Then it's a bit difficult to dive into the vigilance net and get close to the side. At the very least, I have to take it to a match. It is such an effect that it is too sufficient in a collision.

"I wandered around the city with no guard. So, I guess it's time to come out. Drunk there."

"You noticed, you fucking kid."

When Citrus looked back and glanced behind his back, there was an earlier drunken man trying to swing his sword through the shelter of the upstairs house across the alley without jumping.

"Hehe. I thought I'd half-kill him while he enjoyed his omelette. Either way, you can't be teemed in this position. Be prepared, oh."

"I think it's pointless. I feel a little better now. [M] I'll forgive you specially. Go away."

"I'm getting stronger. Hehe. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Where's the woman who put that sand on me?"

"Listen, what are we gonna do?"

"What? That's because she was a pretty good woman. Still, fifteen, six, but you look like you're worth the pleasure. Kid, you've had a lot of fun taking such a pretty girl with you. Have fun with me, too. In front of you. Take that woman's ass, open it in two to the eagle with these two hands. Kehihi. So much for worshipping ass holes.

Well, if you force me to poke you out of the back and drive you crazy, you'll feel like fun. Now, I've let him get away with it. She must be the woman who lives in the city anyway.

Find it right away. Let him kneel, rip his clothes off, force him to stick mine in the back of his throat, and where he's got tears, I'll buzz him in unintentionally. Ooh!

"... changed my mind"

"Ha, what are you doing..."

The man is directly above Citrus. Despite his sword in a special position, he was unable to move after seeing the fierce killing gushing out of the boy's body. It's like a rat being targeted by a cat. I felt an overwhelming difference in power, in my soul, which made me stiff on the spot.

From the back of the citrus, the pitch-black wings quickly stick out with a shimmering sound, and everything changes from a face to something out of the ordinary.

"When selling fights, it's better to identify them carefully before you do. But there won't be any next time."

A few hours later, he noticed a tremendous blood odor and a nearby resident contacted the Knights of the Phoenix, who was in charge of security.

The scene the knights saw along with the near-field vigilante was an overly ugly tapestry, with thinly painted pieces of meat on one side of the wall and alternating skins and bones.

"Ah, I ate. I ate. So phew."

After finishing his luncheon with Victoria, the collector had gone out of the office before Victoire and had his stomach rubbed at the red-brick covered staircase portion of the entrance.

"Nice to meet you, Klando. Don't make me look nasty. For once, it's the face of the Alliance here."

Askis, characterised by the horsesurface, the guardian of the Adventurer's Alliance, went with a fed up face.

"Rusuya. Are you jealous? I'm going to go home and fuck my daughter-in-law, and I'm going to take one shot. Kake."

"Heh, heh. Whatever happens to your daughter-in-law. My ideals are so high."

"Bubba bubba. Buy a girl and suffer from business disease."

"Rusei. I'm not giving you deals anymore for that kind of thing."

"Ah. Shh. Shh. I'm sorry. Hey, Askis. That's not true. Oops. Right, right. We're good friends. Hola, that's who we are. Ma'am. Nice horse face! Yo, cannibal president!

"That's what I'm going to lift...! You're licking it."

"I didn't lick it. If you lick it, you're sick.

Victoire came late from the front door when he was about to work with Askis running down the stairs with his face bright red.

The same was true when he came in, but Askis, as soon as he saw the sad-faced beauty at first sight, pawned and completely stopped moving. Ehra Ehra and Nita are on. The keeper distanced himself from the rather creepy sight. Cough gently and speak to Victoire.

"Ouch. Hey, have you finished your long story?"

"Mm-hmm. Sorry to keep you waiting, Cland."

"The carriage is coming."

"I'm sorry to overlap. Why don't you walk a little?"

"I don't know. What's the matter? You look pale. Are you okay?"

"It's okay."

Victoire said so, already silently walked out first. The collector rushed after her as he entrusted Askis with the legend against the pick-up carriage.

- Something's wrong, don't go crazy.

Walk after me when I come. She tried to walk. This means that we want to talk unknown to the rest of us.

I have someone's eyes when I go back to the mansion.

The collector simply thought so, but Victoire doesn't quite try to cut the story out.

Gradually, a painful atmosphere rises between the two. Her beauty touching the harp line as she cuts it, makes a grand call when several men say it's with men.

When they defeated the third Napa bastard, they finally reached by the lonely river. The river, which flows through the city of Silver Villago, adds snowmelting water to its momentum.

"Gone. Were you sexually harassed with intensity by that lad named Radek?"

"Seriously."

"... okay, talk to me"

"Your sister's life is being targeted."

"To whom?"

"It's the Godrum guys."

"Was the long story about that?"

Godrum Church. Even during the Step Elf War. And even when I fought the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves, I was choking behind it, an anti-institutional cult group. The collector felt something like a smelly precursor and looked like a dog with a stimulus sprayed on his nose tip.

"Oh, yeah. Radek told me. I was told to keep it a secret, but I can't keep it quiet with Klander. I'm sorry I showed you all those stinking faces."

"Idiot, that's not what I'm talking about. Your sister would be my sister."

Victoire moaned low and nodded deeply at his face, holding onto the fence in front of him, as the collector put it for granted.

"Hey, is there anything we can do?

"My sister didn't want you to know. 'Cause if you figure it out, you know that Klando is sure to jump in from himself, from being a guard or whatever, with no regard for danger. But I can't do that. You see, you're the brave man the princess called in. My sister can't use Klund as her own baton in her position. Anyway, if you're going to jump into danger yourself, use it privately, just in case, Andrew State is going to have a big scratch on the royal family.

In my sister's position, if it's true, I wouldn't want to lock Klando in a box and put him out anywhere. My sister wouldn't do that. Even if I can, I won't. Because she should, as far as she can, want to respect the will of individuals.

My sister is lonely. Neither did I, directly. No! I just forced Radek to question me... Oh, too. I don't know what I'm talking about. "

The collector didn't block Victoire's story. You better let them spit out without leaving anything you want to spit out. She went to a nearby cafe when she cut the words along the way, saying she was going to fix her makeup.

"Are you a cult church again? Shiatsu - that's them, not at all."

The zodiac shrugged so, sneaking around the signs of lurking around the street tree behind him. What a cause. If we're doing a habitual killing like this, we can read the signs around us, even if we don't like it.

Come to think of it, there's no way that this huge group of people has any idea of the existence of Victoire in the same city. What I feel from the signs behind me was the samurai air of not daring to hide it.

This is Victoria's bodyguard who cared about the collectors. Now, the collectors had received a report early in the morning from Loulou of a group surrounding the mansion. No harm, and when Loulou approached, the shadow protector had only told his lord that he was a clan of lords.

Radek and Leopard, Victoria's ministers, are superior in strength. It's not a martial arts with a burning blade like a collector's.

(Rather, it's this one you're worried about. No, I'm not. I guess what Vee is worried about is more mental than physical)

Blood is darker than water. The teething feeling that Victoire wants to do something for her beloved sister and can't do anything is painfully conveyed. But in fact, the collectors are on a level beyond the flies on their heads.

"Women don't want answers, do they? I just want you to understand. Well."

The collector pounded his neck, crushing Victoire's time to return.

As things stand, all Victoria can do if she doesn't want is listen to the story and do it. Walk around near the cafe, exhaling deeply with a ho. Anyway, a woman's makeup is so long she's sick of it.

In front of the open terrace, the unevenness and souvenirs are arranged there. This shop was lined up with a large number of young people, small items for women and cosmetic products. None of it was necessary for the collector. As he bit the yawn to death for his lack of interest, he was called out by the shop jerk.

"Brother there. We have all the good stuff. What a triple discount on fancy cosmetics for the nobles."

"You know, old man. Don't I look like a woman?"

"No, no, no. I've been watching you. Take the made-up of an incredible beauty. But it feels like I saw it, and it doesn't have a very good vibe while you're taking care of it. Could it be goodbye?"

"No, I'm not. Well, I'd rather not do that. You can't get stabbed with a picture star."

"Stay. Either way, you can only keep your stomach in the mood with these little things. Hehe. If you stay in a good mood, you'll be able to work at night."

"It's weird!... So how much do you want?

"Damn, hehe. Is there room for negotiation, brother?"

The collector priced the cosmetics for the sale as much as he could. Along the way, when I see the lady who came out of the cafe bought it off for almost a good value, it seems that the stuff is real. When she gave Victoire, who had finished her makeup, the perfume bottle she had bought, she turned her eyes round and wore her little neck like a girl.

"Give me this...?"

"Mm-hmm. Well, that's the one you were selling there. It's a little souvenir. Use it if you like."

"Uh-huh."

Victoire put a vial decorated with a pink ribbon in his hands, a statement staring alternately at the collector's face and what was in his own, his face turned bright red and screamed.

"Here, if you do something like this, you can get in a good mood, etc., and I've been seen cheap too! Ha. I will thank you for crushing your face, but I will do whatever I have to do in the future. Be prepared. Whoa!

"Why are you giving me gifts and getting mad at me?"

The collector, a little uncomfortable, lost nothing as he saw Victoire's fluffy skirt, whining "eh" and skipping.

An even more shocking night dawned. As a collector, he enjoyed his morning tea gracefully while serving Pordina with a breakfast of wake-ups, without transferring anything in particular to action.

"Silver Star Cup Martial Arts Games -? What is that?"

"Don't you know that, Mr. Crand? Hmm. Here, Silver Villago kids would be common sense! Oh, I'm embarrassed."

"Here. Hilda. There's no way Klund would know because he came last year! Besides, I don't know myself. I just told you. In addition, Hilda is not a Silver Villago. Born Absolutely"

"Pokopen."

Hilda, who was calling out the unknown event of the Collector, was promptly suppressed by Lacey's hand.

Hilda retreats to the hem of the vaulter's jacket in preparation for the next round as soon as she eats the pampering chops. I was watching that, a few small elves, including Lucille, imitated and followed me on my coat. The collector sipped without tea, not to his will.

"So, it's Mr. Lacey. What the hell is that Silver Star Cup martial arts tournament?"

"That's..."

"Silver Star Cup Martial Arts Games. It's an unprecedented Bally toad in this silver villago that opens every four years to coincide with the Spring Festival. The winner will be given a trophy featuring a trophy called the treasure" Silver Star, "the testimony of the King, an honorable tournament whose most powerful name will be widely hustled and hustled by knights from all over the country. I'm sorry, Lacey. Because I thought you needed an explanation. By the way, that's what it said in today's paper."

Rudge winked as he lifted his glasses. Lacey pointed her lips, and now she was trying to explain, and she showed dissatisfaction.

Really, if you rudge, you're a sinner.

"But if it's a tournament to decide the strongest of the Romles, isn't it going to take place in Wang Du? Why did you do it in a local city like this?"

"Klund. The tournament to be held in the Wang Capital is questioned yesterday whether it is true or not. I can't say for sure that noblemen and merchants' rights are devouring heavily, and not at all to the credit of merit."

"And you know what, Cland? The Silver Star Cup isn't serious, but he said he's going to use blade pulling. There are a lot of dead people out there every year. Father, you never took me to see it at last. In the first place, they're only getting the tickets themselves on the VIP!

Lacey rolls out the losing and additional information to Rudge, but she frowns and pulls her arm over whether she got anxious as she talks. Ola, I'm not excited about anything, and the Zao smiled bitterly.

"Naturally, the prize is big. What? Well, Victoria, you stuck around this time, too. Ten million pounds!

"What the hell!

When Rudge tapped the newspaper with his fingertips, Hilda, with her eyes marked $, jumped up and started dancing gorgeously. "The same amount as me," Pordina muttered as she put her index finger against her lips.

"Mr. Klund, we should definitely get out of here at all costs."

"Haha. Ya, Mendoy."

"What are you laughing at? - Huh!

"Stupid, you are. This kind of festivities are decided to be more fun to watch from the outside. It's up to the Golden Deceased to come together anyway. More than that, Rudge. Use your powers to get tickets to watch these folks farce."

"I wonder what you think of me. It's easy."

"Ki. My 10 million pounds!

"Ha. If you want it so bad, you can leave."

"... Mr. Klund. You don't understand. If a beautiful girl like me asks for it, she goes to the dead. Isn't that what honorable warriors live for?"

Hilda, poking one knee, sparkles her eyes dressed like she prays to God. Somehow, he's a perfect clear system sister if he doesn't open his mouth, but he only looks like a money-geva these days to the collector.

"Nah, nah, don't stir it up!

"Sutampu."

Hilda got Lacey's chops at a good nod angle and was stuffy.

"Well, anyway, I'm not in the golden tournament. I have to think about something else."

"Oh, my goodness."

"I hear you're untrained."

Hilda leaked a strange groan as Rudge pushed Hilda's forehead with his fingertips.

"Mostly, if I compete and win, it's all mine. Hey, what's with that, uh, question mark over your head? I can't help it. You're my daughter, damn it."

"It's tough, Klund!

"Now what?"

As the collector turned back to the entrance door, Meryandale was waving his hands twitching with a blue and white face.

"Victoire and Sizka have begun to slash each other in the washroom!

As the collector rambled the cup just followed by Pordina to the saucer, he exhaled sharply and dashed toward the washroom as he stood up.