Dungeon+Harem+Master

It was the end of luck that Sizka got tangled up in Victoire in the washroom at the beginning of it. Happy or unhappy this morning, it can only be a coincidence that the waking times between the two totally overlapped.

Since the princess mansion is equal to a complete women's belt, the mirror bench used for makeup and washing was provided with a special room right next to the open-air digging.

Regardless, you can use all the abundant water you want from the water field that was specially made. In recent times, Sizka and Victoire, which were improving, were both adult responses, and each other was careful not to be together as much as possible, but not as a bowl.

Meryandale, who was just on the spot, prayed to God at first, like, "Hey," or "Let nothing happen," but Sizka probably intended to get involved in Victoire with intent from the beginning. I see Victoire. No, I'm supposed to respond as someone who isn't there if it's always the case, but I approached him from me only that day.

Only Meryandale was left early when Karen, who was originally uninterested in each such grump, left early with a patter. It is misfortune.

Sizka was unreasonable even when she heard it from the side, so she stuck around.

Wow, blatant. I don't think so. You two can't do abdominal work. Put anything you think into your mouth. In a way, it sounds good when it comes to a non-lying relationship, but in this case it was like we were lighting each other's gripping bomb fuse lines.

Sizka said she didn't even like that Victoire went out to luncheon with the collector yesterday, nor did she wholeheartedly like that she was the only one who got a gift called "Perfume" on her way home.

Jealousy in such cases was such an anger that the intestines boiled back for him, something deeply rooted that was understandable to the man.

"Victoire was flushing at first, too. That, from Sizka's hand, the perfume bottle slipped off like this and said Gachan. Sizka tried to apologize in the beginning, too, because Victoire curses too much. I'm in such a big fight that I can't stop anymore... I'm sorry, I can't help it..."

"Ahhh. Mary's not so bad. It's all my fault."

The collector slowed down his mood run and forced him to drink down the heavy stuff coming up on his chest.

I wonder if Teng Himself, who is a tremendous sheath of love and made the seed of contention, can leave and do something about it, but still keep quiet. I don't care if I want to or not.

At the washroom, when the collectors and all of them approached, they heard the kinks of the young women yelling at each other with tremendous voices from the entrance to the door. My stomach ached.

"I can never forgive you for today. Now give me your bare neck!

"That's the same thing as this one. You bartelmies of things to be made of! Take my sword easy!

"Who's a snake-elf, after licking and rotting? You'll ash every mansion with my magic sword!

Dorothea was added to the whirlpool. Was it in the middle of makeup, my hair, which is usually beautifully tied, is flowing to Zambala. It is a less pleasant sight for the collector.

"... hey, there's one more weird thing. Come on, don't turn around."

"It's Mr. Klund's fault. Whoa. I work in church in the morning. Whoa."

The collector held Hilda by his side when he caught his roots. We have to share the pain.

"Pray. Holy ritual."

"By and large, you've never been out like that. Chip. Artemisia is a patrol day only on days like this."

When Rudge opened the Book of Magic, he was ready to put it into chanting at any time.

"What do we do? Do you want me to stop you?

"Hmm. Seriously, what are we gonna do?"

"Wow. I don't know what to do. Fighting is not good.

While the collector was troubled, Lacey broke into the lavatory ahead of her temper. Wait, I don't have time to push.

In the meantime, the collector followed him into the washroom. Three blood-running eyed female jewels greeted her with a glimpse.

When Lacey tried to calm down and chant the "Nemura" curse, Sizka released a wet towel to Lacey's face at a great time.

Mm-hmm. And Lacey gets her face blocked with a towel. In the meantime, the three men who had already pulled the knife stepped in at the same time to match the blades. A gingly stiff sound sounded and a small spark scattered.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

When the collector judged it to be worse than this, he immediately took off his coat and jacket and threw himself among the blades when he exposed his skin.

No matter how hot your head is like fire, you're not losing your reason enough to chop it up to the thought person. The sizkas, like struggling dogs who were forced to drag their noses around, shook their five bodies in dissatisfaction when they roared so hard to describe as they bite their teeth.

"Whatever! What are you doing, silly Yarrow!

This is exactly what a lion roar is. Low, thunderbolt sounded. The collector's voice volume is not much in line when you just get serious. When the collectors found themselves seriously angry, the Sizkas put their unacceptable weapons in their sheaths and turned their faces away from each other and shut up.

"In the mansion, I can't believe it's a blade wound shack, even if it's a joke, you can't seriously put a blade on your family in this house..."

I lurked my voice. It was rather difficult to hear, but it was compelling not to be sarcastic about whether or not. As the water was sprayed from his head, he grew blue as the faces of the three men who understood the meaning of the word looked at him.

"No, because! Sizka is bad......!

Victoire was the first to put in a cry. Tears are flourishing in my golden eyes about my inability to successfully block my emotions. Sizka, who was similarly strong and had both arms together and turned that way, squirms with tears in her eyes.

"Because, because, even me. I didn't drop it on purpose!

"It's not bad to be frightened! I tried to stop you, but I tried to stop you both. Why are you pulling the poor lottery all the time? I don't like being kicked out. Oh!

The empathetic ability of women at times like this has something to cover their eyes. I was supposed to come to a halt, eyes that blamed the collectors even Rudge and Lacey, tearing thinly, crying out almost to respond.

I can't stop anymore. I can't do anything anymore.

"Uh, okay, okay, so... Stop crying..."

A man is vulnerable to tears. If this happens, the collector becomes a mere clown.

Uh, anyway, we're screwed.

Big chorus of whining, incidentally. By the time the zodiac had painstakingly turned away and been able to speak properly together, it was time for the sun to climb to Jomtien.

"I generally understand the circumstances. Oh, my God. Sizka's the worst. I can't believe I took people's things at will and even broke my eyelashes. Reflect properly."

To sum up the story of the Trinity Plus Meriandale, no matter how eye-catching, there was no minute for Sizka, who took up Victoire's perfume bottle and made fun of it. She, too, meant to apologize at first, but was unilaterally disputed and reversed by Victoire.

Dorothea only went in to stop the two of them, but said that in the middle of the conversation, for some reason, her swordsmanship flush had been silly and blade wounded. incomprehensible. It was an extremely lame case.

"Because."

Sizka had no usual look on Rin's face and let her eyes rumble like a virgin scolded by her father.

"Because it's not. Colla."

Sizka had such a miserable eye that she "wanted to be betrayed" when she distorted her face with difficulty. The indescribable sorrow is seeping in colour. If you're a man, I want to protect you. It's an eye I can't help but stir up my heart.

Victoire, with his red eyes swollen, looked somewhere winning as he sat down with Petan. You don't like that, when Sizka triangles her eyes immediately, the collector immediately intimidates her. A crying face again. Honestly, this didn't kiri.

"Well, let me adjudicate here, Mr. Klund."

Hilda hit her sister, sitting quietly with a girl, stroking Sizka and Victoire's head.

"Don't play with me."

"That's how much I know.... Hum, you two still have remorse as it is. Mr. Dorothea regrets being fooled about his demeanor. Mm-hmm. To think about it, this is where the three of us are going to compete in the Silver Star Cup Martial Arts Games and settle for that!

"Hey, this is forcing me to connect again"

"Right. Is that quick?"

Sizka nods as she gossips around her eyes.

"Interesting. Let's make a true settlement with that silver star cup"

Victoire highly declares with his hands on his hips when he stands up completely. At his feet Hannah, who rushed at some point, clapped, "Wow, pussy".

"But this isn't very equal,"

"Ah, I was about to get together," Meriandale moaned.

"What do you mean?"

Of the collectors, it didn't matter much anymore. I want to keep flowing everyday like nothing happened. Only one, Lacey, said, "Let's not. I don't know what a martial arts tournament is," he muttered.

"Strawberry topian swordsmanship is too strong. Maybe we can afford to beat them both."

Sizka and Victoire continued to listen. The collector shakes his neck left and right as he thinks these guys are friendly.

"- My Topian swordsmanship is invincible. Besides, if you compete in our Silver Star Cup martial arts tournament where you can use magic, you will win the championship. And, then, this has to be handed. For example, sending a straw swordsman on his behalf."

In short, Dorothea wanted to show the usefulness of her swordsmanship one by one and "pussy" it out of much higher heights than the two of them. How upper-eyed is that, the possessor thinks?

"Oh, it's none of my business."

I immediately put up a line of prevention. I don't want to train tight or anything.

"The slightly hectic brave man only has about half a month left until the meeting opens anyway -"

Hannah supplements.

"Hmm. That's the guy who refused to teach man-to-man from the woes. I can no longer use it. Actually, I put my eyes on good people in advance."

"How predictable is the future, you..."

"So, let me just ask you something. Is that someone out there?

I can also understand Rudge's questions. With the tournament half-month away, it is impossible to plant the monstrous moves of Dorothea's topical swordsmanship without being a world-class swordsman with some basic foundation consolidation. For example, nature and candidacy will be human beings outside.

"Not all people are blind at all. Those who inherit the legendary moves of the Elf clan stained with the flesh bones and are talented... Not this one!

"Oh, huh?

The nominated Meriandale was in a state of soul disengagement, as one of the herds of monkeys who were in a stone fight suddenly received a simultaneous MINIMI (small machine gun) shooting from an enemy group.

"Wait a minute. Dorothea, are you serious about that?

"Naturally, Sizka. And wrinkles don't come in. Natural materials."

"No, I don't care about that. Sorry, I was too good earlier."

Sizka honestly apologized.

"Haha. That means these three. Ladies, Sizka, can you say that the Silver Star Cup martial arts will be contested to the point of Meryandale? It feels like the top graders can order the rest of you to do anything."

"No problem."

Sizka, it's your last day in six months.

"Heh heh. The disciple who planted the straw will defeat you without leaving you."

"I had nothing to do with it. Eh!

"Heh heh. Hilda, this is a billionaire pattern."

"Lacey."

"Yeah, I know"

"Migi ah!

The settlement of the cause took the form of being carried over, so that it could hardly be cleaned up.

"Half a month left. I asked for your sister."

Victoire is off the party.

"Klund. I will always win. So pray."

Sizka is off the party.

"Hannah needs to take care of your daughter."

Hannah is off the party.

"It's not my Topian style that wins! Look at that!

Dorothea is off the party.

"So I have nothing to do with it at all - oh, help me! Klund!"

Meriandale is off the party. (Compulsory)

"Why not? Tomorrow, Dungeon Attack. Let's get started again. What is this clan collapse event? It's not a Stalin Daesung Ching event! Ya. What is this stat sound that just resonates in this brain? Ha. Ugh, Pordina. Rudge. And Lacey. You're the only ones who have my back."

The collector leaned on the three of them, mesmerizing. Inspired by maternal instincts, the three consoled to replace the keeper. In that shadow, alone. Multiply this period by one nunnery saint trying to hide herself until festival day.

"It's time."

Hilda is off the party.

"I won't let you get away with it. A precious medicine box."

"Yah. I want to get muddy at home."

When the collector restrained the jittery Hilda, he was forced to incorporate it into the next clan member.

Dorothea acted fast if she decided to. If you notice, Meryandale was behind Silver Villago with a slight change of clothes and luggage, rocked by a carriage. I don't know what that means.

(I don't know what this is. I haven't said anything about wanting to go to a militant tournament. You didn't say that, did you? I don't think so. That, but maybe while I was boggling, was there a statement that would be taken that way? Oh, I don't know.

Meriandale was in a dim carriage, with a faint eye holding her knees. The opposing Dorothea stares jiggly into the glow of a well-sharpened long sword from her sheath. That's the look I came up with somewhere. A painful silence stands in the carriage.

Looking out at the distractions, the mood grew heavier and heavier as it seemed to be moving to a secluded area with Don. The joints all over his body seem to have been implanted with lead, and the dull noise is giggling. It's already taken me two days to get here. It is a sleepless journey.

There are only twelve days left until the Silver Grail militant tournament. Meriandale thinks. I wonder why Dorothea nominated herself. There was also Hilda there.

She has learned swordsmanship and wand skills from quite a few teachers at first, so it should be more likely than planting an almost amateur-like self.

As I repeatedly asked myself, the wheel that was making the noise suddenly stopped. Dorothea screamed forcefully, letting her fighting spirit be seen from all over her body as she nabbed her sword at an unstoppable speed.

"I got it, Mary. Listen to me. This is the Hellfire where the Strawberry Clan visits as they tap into their secrets. Commonly known as the Elf Hole."

Meryandale looked at Dorothea with an eye like, "What are you talking about, this guy?" The place I was forced to pull down from the carriage was really a killer landscape place. It is as if it were the entrance to an unpopular valley.

As Meryandale doubted his faith itself, "Dear God, have I done anything wrong", he was forced to move forward with or without Dorothea pushing his back with emotion. It is a place too lonely. Thankfully, I wondered if I would be killed in a place where bandits would point at the bodies they killed.

The carriage of the line of favors was created by a middle-aged man who said, "Hi yo silver!" and so on, and quickly fled the scene, so the survival rate was unlimited.

Or even if something happens, I can't call for help. More than anything else, I was afraid of Dorothea's smile when I did it and Nico. Meryandale felt her stomach gradually become tense and painful as she split into the cliffs cut like a screen.

(Ahhh. What is it, this feeling? Yes, it feels like leaving something bad behind and finding out later and irrevocably...!

"What's wrong, it's Mary. From now on, the legacy of tough and fun topian swordsmanship begins. It's so much fun and exciting."

"Can I go home now?"

Dorothea said with an inorganic voice, "No, no, no, no, no, no" when she grinned again. Meriandale's despair is accelerating. I'm already in the mood for a slaughterhouse.

It even seemed to hate Dorothea's face, which was no longer evil. My lack of will is even more regrettable when I wish I had escaped in the face of this.

While doing so, I arrived at a cave that made my mood more downer.

Dorothea shook her rich breasts with her hands on her hips and said, "This is the elf hole."

Meryandale tried to find an affordable rock in the near field, but was read the killer, Dorothea cleverly moved her neck and looked behind her.

Eh, and a weird voice jumped out of my throat. I don't know what's wrong. Dorothea laughs happily at the rags.

I've heard highly skeptical wolves can turn their necks straight back. But the act now probably doesn't matter, Meryandale made herself sound strong and good that she wanted to think so.

"Yuku."

"I don't want to go, but yes,"

The inside of the hole was so dark as to despair. Meriandale was stopped by Dorothea when she tried to light the lantern in her hand. He said, "To nourish reflex nerves and intuition".

I fell because I wore shoes with kakato only on days like this. I fell all over. Let him cry and imitate, but Dorothea leaves unresponsive in front of Stasta.

If I had a collector, I would have stopped by right away. Is it okay, or is it something that gave me a voice or rubbed my leg? But I'm not here right now. I know as well as I do when I'm not around if I was really important.

I am a lump of approval. I just don't get a response to the conversation, and I wonder if I've been ignored and my presence becomes rare.

"You don't even lend me a hand if you manage to think about it, do you? and ho."

It is also a fear to be left alone in the unexplained dark, so I eat my teeth and follow them.

A painful time ensued for Meriandale.

Along the way, huge walls stood in the way of everything. Oh, my God, I don't think the adventure's over here. Yah. and it can't be as awkward as Meryandale thinks. The giant wall was sucked into the left and right wall by a roar as Dorothea cast a strange spell.

"Oh, my God."

"Hehe. It's Merry. I have nothing to show you. This is a secret training ground. If we don't do this, it will be easily known to the other tribes. Most of all, your lord is like a frivolous sister. So to speak, it's special."

Dorothea chuckles in a cool mood and throat.

But Meriandale had something to say.

- Well, I'm still in my room.

Without procrastinating after Dorothea as he did, what a grasp, he went out into a wide blowout. Around the perimeter, the Romless Hikarigoke, densely lit by the rock walls, glowed pale and eyelid.

When I finally opened my eyes, which I gradually became accustomed to, I could see a hundred and fifty centimetres or so of stone tablets built properly in the middle of the great cavity.

Dorothea approached the stone tablet unwrought and is inviting Meriandale. Inside, when I stopped in a mood to tongue, I was accidentally taken at my advantage and forced to touch the top of the stone tablet. Soon, I think, intense luminescence radiates from the stone tablet.

"Ko, is this...?

When Meriandale opened her eyes, it was there on a small, high hill surrounded by bright sunshine. Dark green grass trees stretch everywhere across the horizon. The little birds twitch properly, and the flowers that stain my eyes bloom.

"This is a paradise where the Fluffy Forest Elves were allowed to enter only three times in their lifetime. Hence, the elf hole. Even after ten days here, only one day has passed in the outside world. The time we have left is only about ten days, except for travel time, until the Silver Star Cup martial arts tournament begins. And then you'll see."

"Uh, uh. A tenth means that when you convert it to outside time, only Hinofu's, eh! Well, then, maybe I have to do an archery of swordsmanship here for almost a hundred days.... Um, Mr. Dorothea. It's a lie, isn't it? You're kidding, right?

"I can't wait to leave Krand for more than three months, but I can't allow him to fool around with my topian swordsmanship any more! Straw, if you fight, it will be easy to beat Sizka and Vee, but then you will not have shown the superiority of swordsmanship. Only by training your lord, the de amateur... Hey, wait! Where do you think you're going?

"Hin. Let go of me! Didn't I say I wanted to do that too?

"Mary, I thought you were worried about me."

"What is it?"

Meryandale temporarily halted his escape to Dorothea's word with his collar grabbed.

"Your Lord is not a combat officer in the clan. Only support. Even if Hilda and Lacey are splitting up, somewhere, I wonder if this is what they thought. I don't know, maybe it's your stuff or something. What? You can tell by attitude. Hey, Mary. Strawberry Dada, drunkenness, or willingly trying to hurt your Lord with those two."

"Is it not?

"-Thank you! I'm buying you more than the Lord. The Lord has a good trunk and excellent motor nerves, unlike the luxury he sees. Depending on your training, it is not impossible to gain a second degree of melee combat ability than the Straw Avant-garde.

The Lord has a gift for fighting! I'll take care of it. The complex that the Lord holds will disappear in ten days. I don't know if I can bet on it. Ragged, no. to this topian swordsmanship "

"Wow, I get it. I'll do it. Let me try. Woman, Meryandale! To help Klander, let's do our best!

"Oops. That's what Mary was expecting. Okay, this."

Dorothea, when she could quickly tie a rope to Meryandale's waist, gave a really good look and struck her hands with a pasin. When Meryandale looked at the tip of the rope, the iron sphere, which was likely to weigh a hundred kilograms (about sixty kilograms), was worn.

"What is this?

"Whatever you do, your ankles first. So I'm going to ask Mary to run in to feed her muscles first. You can see the big tree right there. That's it, run back and mark the trunk of the tree. Well, here we go!

"For your information, how long did it take Dorothea to get back and forth from that tree?"

"Mm-hmm. Well, when things are going well, if you leave right after breakfast, at the latest in the evening,"

"I'll stop."

"Ah, I'm lying to you. Not for half a day at most!

"No. Absolutely yadda-yadda-yadda. I'm sorry I'm a carriage horse. You can't run like that. Awesome. Let's go home."

"Hey, here. Don't make a scene. First, if you touch my stone tablet, the Lord will not return to the outside world! Here. Ahh. Oh, the rope?

"Yeah eh. No more."

Thus, the fierce training of Dorothea-led swordsmanship began to be known.

At the same moment. At home, the collector was sweating on his brain about how to distribute his quickly halved power to challenge the dungeon.

First of all, there is also the Godrum Church, and we cannot kara the mansion where the children are. Then it was necessary to leave at least two or three people who were somewhat combative and able to deal with it calmly. And the keepers left Artemisia, and Lisa, and Nelly, and lined them up as auxiliaries.

If so, the dungeons will be challenged by themselves, the zodiac, Rudge, Pordina, Lacey, Hilda, Loulou, and Karen.

The avant-garde, it becomes just the two collectors and Pordina, but they can't keep resting forever. While doing this, adventurer rivals will be attacking the hierarchy down the dong. Anxiety was raised.

"Well, where were the merries?

"They say it's an elf hole"

Pordina, who was packing in the dungeon, answered immediately.

"Right."

Why does the treasurer accept that name naturally? I thought something like that, but it doesn't make sense to worry about it any more, so I switched off the question in my head for now.