Dungeon+Harem+Master

It was one spring afternoon that Andrew State soldier Chris Hartier visited the garrison to visit his comrade John Pyle. John was already over forty slopes, falling into the category of old soldiers, but was housed in this place because he had lost limbs in the Step Elf War since last year and was no closer than he was to the neighborhood.

"Ooh, captain. I'm always sorry."

"John. Also, are you doing a cup from daylight? Why don't you help me mow the lawn once in a while?"

Chris let this little man, who, even without his right arm and left leg, showed no fine dust of spiciness, give him a bottle of liquor with a bitter smile and eat a small novel, for now.

John was a brave warrior who was close to retirement, even Chris' platoon, but bravely fought and wounded the Barbarians on his own volition. Victoria de Barthelmy, the surrogate uncle, had a large share of deep affection for women in the army, and thus fed soldiers who could no longer fight together, occasionally by making them do light work, etc.

"Hehe. And the Oilers love you, Captain, who will never forget to plug in. Hey, everybody!

When John put up a paper bag full of liquor bottles, Chris' former men cheered.

Chris is twenty years old at the time, but he is a fierce man who has appeared headlong in the army since fifteen and has received three Iron Cross Medals. Born and raised in Silver Villago, the feeling of thinking of the country was hotter than anyone else. I have a short cut of ashy blonde hair. Red eyes are as impressive as Ruby's.

Chris wanted to be born with a slightly more awesome face, but was a child face that was seen two or three years younger than his original age, with a sweet mask in one way or another.

"They're in perfectly good shape."

And, although good, Chris began to move his gaze busily between and between the beds after a while.

Intentionally, it is obvious that we are turning away from the door. Yes, it wasn't just my ex-boyfriend's condolences that Chris would go to this garrison to see someone.

"Oh, captain. I can't calm down."

"Yes, no, nothing."

The Sisters are not comforted yet.

Chris dyes his cheeks bright red with the stars poked at him. John and his former men, smiling at such Chris, could not hold back their laughter, and it was time to blow it out.

"Hey, what is it? Everybody do. Nothing. I'm not here in such an evil way."

"No. No. I know, I know, I know. Feel good. But I'm not in a hurry. I'm not in a hurry. When I came with the church niggas, it was as accurate as I measured it in time! Most importantly, only imitations that take away the pleasures of the ladies are a good excuse!

"Nah, give me a break."

Dossy voice as can be heard from the bottom of the earth. Together they moved their gaze to the entrance, where Cordura, a small church sister who caught his eye, had taken several of his compatriots and roared with a ghostly face.

"Whoa! Sister Cordura!"

"What is it, give it up! You guys, don't even work on Locke again. He drank it during the day! By and large, you don't think I'm really sorry that my injury hasn't healed satisfactorily, but I made you smell like booze?

"Ko, this is, the"

"Eh heh. Nothing, yeah. This is-"

The captain and everyone pointed to Chris at last. Chris knew perfectly well that the woman in front of him was a tremendously tight personality, the opposite of a seemingly cute look.

Bad. It's a transfer of responsibility. By and large, I didn't pour the liquor in the thought of drinking it from day to day. While Chris was thinking about it, Cordura's angry spearhead all focused on Chris.

- Why don't you let me drink that! You always say no. Mostly, these guys, they neglected to work on building weapons because of injuries. How can the soldier fight when the prescribed weapons are not completed, even if this military garrison can be operated with the mercy of the lord!

And, well in that condition, I was framed for not leaving behind a good sounding angry rapid-fire cannon when it came to the daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy.

"Speaking of which, Sister Cordura. Um, today, that 's--"

Chris shook his creaking head left and right, finally asking what he was most concerned about right now. In the first place, I came this far crushing a precious holiday because, for one thing, I wanted to worship only a few of her faces.

"Oh. That's the kid. He said he'd be late. Damn, I can't believe I'm grandly late for Cathedral Church service. This is for later."

His nose is hunsu and absurd as Cordura puts her hand on the waist area. but when she heard she was coming, Chris let her face down enough to tell in anyone's eyes.

"... ha. Lord Chris, what the hell did you like about me? This is advice, but don't judge humans by their appearance."

"That's not true! Hilda is a beautiful woman with a deep heart!

As Chris made both fists grossly and shouted, Cordura turned her body slightly back and pulled her cheeks hard. What an elusive expression. Mm-hmm. Chris felt pitiful that such a beautiful and poor lady would still be jealous of her colleagues, even though they were priests.

"Hey. I'll ask for your information. Which part of him did Lord Chris like?

"Flowery pity, and a loving spirit of service like the Mother of Mercy. And it's a kitschy trick that makes you look adorable in the face of God's masterpieces."

"Oh, hey, too. Stop stop. More than that, because I'm a stomach pamper too. Let him know when he arrives. I'll be glad to swing my tail."

"Hilda, that's not true. Sara, no!

"- Oh, yes. That's right."

Cordura flickers her palms apart as she swings beside her head. She had a bad mouth but was admired by the soldiers because of her care and guts.

Chris herself, it's not like there's anything in Cordura to include, but she and Sister Hilda don't seem to get along very well, and sometimes blaming her head-on in spicy terms wasn't something I could stand to hear.

Well, nothing. Chris was in love at first sight with a Sister named Hilda, whom he met in this garrison.

Gatsun was hit by a sweet voice that rang like a bell in his big golden eyes. Yeah, and I'm a civilian, even if I get fucked up and try to tell you what I think. Besides, she is born a senior aristocrat and gives her life to God's teachings. It wasn't something I could get a match from Hannah or anything.

"Captain, Captain..."

"Oh, bad. What were you talking about?

"Hey, did you already get bogged down because of that young man? Holla, that, that."

John pointed to the doorway as he rubbed his blocked jaw. There Chris was waiting for Sister Hilda in the middle of novels to Cordura. A puff of light lit up in Chris' heart.

"Are you sure you don't want to?

"No, yeah, well..."

"Ha, the captain says he's reliable on top of this if he's on the battlefield, but when it comes to women, he can't do it in Ten - slightly?

"Chris, it's been a long time."

Staying in John's bare voice, a pleasant sound stained his ears like an angel's singing from behind. It is Sister Hilda.

"Here, this is Sister Hilda! Thank you for your condolences."

A much nasty laugh popped out of John's mouth. Chris felt his cheeks burning hot and felt a slight sweat on his temples. Awful, you don't have to make fun of me like that. Unaware of the upsetting Chris, Hilda covered her mouth with petal-like little hands and laughed cuddly.

Oh, what a nightmare! When Chris thanked God, he became full because he could impulsively hug the angel in front of him.

"Hard work is such a thing. 'Cause I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do as a Sister."

"No! Every time, I lose my mind in the spirit of service in the Church. These guys are doing pretty well because they have some mental skills that they've built up in the military because they're a little hurt."

"No, it is a natural duty, as a servant of God and as a woman, to care for all those who are hurt for your country."

Gentle and sad lived side by side in the eyes of Hilda full of mercy, and an unspeakable colour was born.

- Oh, my God. Isn't she the legendary Virgin herself? Compared to that, I can't believe I feel so inferior to her.

"By the way. I pinched it in my ear a little bit, and I heard that Chris was going to be at the Silver Star Cup Martial Arts Games."

Hilda's eyes are shaking violently, whether it's because of anxiety or not. Oh, my God. She's worried about me.

Chris spins his head in something as he cums his chest, but his mouth doesn't move well in front of you he admires. This is what you thought was wrong, John sitting on the bed gave me a help boat.

"Sister. Even if the captain looks like this, the sword's arm is superb! Countless enemies have slaughtered. Yeah, there's nothing to worry about. I'm sure you'll win the tournament and dedicate your victory to Sister! Hey, captain!

Hey, John. Isn't that wonderful? Give me more, give me more lift!

Chris giggled happily at his short hair as he gasped or something. Sister Hilda's expression pops in. It doesn't seem particularly annoying.

but somewhere full of worry. Could it be that my thoughts were actually annoying? Chris's feelings go down all at once, but when Hilda opened her poor lips like a petal again, the situation changed.

"But the tournament will be said to be the first time that that Sir Veysel has appeared in a long time. I can show you who Chris is..."

Shit. She's not bothering. On the contrary, he's showing me who he is. When I found that out, Chris' tension ran up to Max for a breath at once.

Veisel Bromstrand, a knight among the knights who has won the twenty-first, twenty-second, twenty-third and third consecutive times, according to whom the arm of the sword is regarded as Romless I. Martial arts competitions are also held in the Wang capital Romless Garden, but there was a strong liturgical part there, and no one was supposedly strong in the true sense.

Anyway, the second daughter of Uncle Andrew, the princess's Kingsguard, is enough to win, so it would be a great feast anyway.

"Why did Chris come to such a dangerous tournament? Hilda is worried."

"... No, the"

I felt like I should go. Honestly, I also have a desire to try my sword arm, but more importantly, Chris had a reason to want to win as much as he could.

"It's a prize."

"Money, is it?

"If you ask, you hear that the top winners will be paid a considerable amount of money. With that money, I was wondering if I could make a donation to this garrison and the many orphanages in the city."

"I think that's great."

Hilda's eyes have no heart or strong fever. If she thinks she's moved by her nasty behavior, she doesn't feel that the hypocrisy she's been secretly doing has paid off a little.

"Sister. The captain is bound to donate a third of his salary here. They're telling me not to use it, but it's useless anyway."

"No, I'm alone anyway. Because I only use it enough to drink."

"You can't say that because you're single. I know what the soldiers' salaries are. If I get a daughter-in-law, I'll be ridiculous and I can't donate. Ha ha. If Sister's going to take care of the captain, I'm relieved."

"Yes, they do."

"Please, Sister Hilda!

Dude, give Sister Hilda such an impossibility...... Please, make more recommendations! I love you, Temeira!

Yes, it is. Romanticism, which attaches importance to giving birth and increasing it in doctrine, did not "no" to young monks and ni getting married in a vulgar manner.

This was also one end of a population doubling plan being launched by the cathedral of Wang Du, worried about the second-highest conflict and depopulation of famine over the years. There's nothing wrong with leaving the church if you support the Romless church as a homeless believer while still in monastic shape.

Most importantly, Chris, a civilian, had something close to impossible if he was to be with Hilda, an aristocrat. It was a wall of identity differences lying solidly in the world.

"Um, that. And excuse me."

Hilda turned herself over sassy and left the room for a small run. A royal cordura in the middle of the room, cancunning and screaming, pierces Chris' ear with a gleam.

"Captain! What are you doing? Go after him. Ugh."

"Oh, oh. Yes, you are."

Same as on the battlefield. That wasn't such a bad vibe. Thinking about it, it seems to me that I've never talked to her so far that I've been able to say hello to her.

The wind has definitely changed now. Chris slapped himself on the cheek with both hands and said, "Ugh!" In a mood, he chased Hilda's back and jumped out.

"Ah. This is no good. Totally stylish."

The day after his return from the dungeon, the collector was inspecting the destroyed area with Pordina while spreading the tent destroyed by the Cyclops at the garden tip. The exterior and interior tension made of the leather of the beast had not suffered much damage, but the columns and shaft sections connecting the centre and the surrounding area had been completely broken.

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

"This Nakana-chiru"

Spreading the wreckage that was a tent on the lawn, a small elf is gushing out of somewhere to mess with the parts. As if he were a jewel dog, he kept his nose close to the fried tent and made it crack, or he entered into his own spread and got hot. Indeed, the weather was rarely clear to see today.

"I think you should buy some new parts."

"Your husband. Then I'll be right there."

"No, I was just about to walk in my stomach. I'll go."

The treasurer slipped away the little elves stuck at his feet, and as he turned toward his mother's house, he saw Hilda walking with his shoulders dropped.

"Hey, where are you going? Shopping?"

"Mr. Klund. Finally, the forced expropriation of the Church has begun. It's a tragic meat service in the garrison. Ahhh. I was going to take a nap while eating sweets."

"Eat and go back to sleep, or you'll be in Bukubuku."

"Ma! That's rude. Hilda is a charming slender body. Uri Uri"

Hilda takes it to her own belly when she takes the hand of the collector with a stream. No, I checked last night, too, so I don't need that. It's on a slightly thick monastic garment, so besides, I'm not sure. The collector looked incredibly complicated when he knocked his neck down to the side and sounded cocky.

"Well, where are you going?"

"Ooh too. You want to know. Can't you help but be so concerned about my trends? Ah. I'm a loner. You can go instead."

"Ha ha. No, no, no."

"Ugh. I'm gonna cheat on you. Ugh, it's the military academy that's going today. Oh, the Sister of Beauty could no longer move, to serve the lust of the lustful men."

"Hang in there. Hang in there."

"... Fine. If that's the attitude, I have an idea."

As Hilda teased her hem, she ran over to the gate with a little impetus.

"I know what you say and do every day. Seriously, I'm getting a little worried."

The collector headed to the city centre on foot as he tried to see how things were going for a bit on his way home from shopping.

Spend time with the Lord's Donatello at the Adventure Tools store "Hiroshi", which sets up a store on the main street in front of the Adventurer's Guild. I appropriately looked around the store and got my hands on buying tent supplies and getting them sent to the mansion. I've just come to the store, so I'll look for more.

Along the way, a couple of first adventurers came into the store. The woman was a more exposed warrior, so if she was involved with the seemingly weak man, "Temei, just disappear," she was forced out of the store by Donatello. You bastard.

"Fuck yeah. I'm a regular. That's what this is all about. Even so, those nathan tits are overdone. Oh, you're getting some kind of hard cock. Mmm."

Running appropriately with Ugandu, he was even close to the garrison where Hilda said he was going to serve before he knew it.

Stupid. Pretending you don't care, I'm actually talking about Hilda...!

The collector thought of Hilda's crying face being unreasonably tangled up by soldiers who were no longer able to move and were processing the men's desires crying. Yeah, you don't.

"Whoa. Seriously..."

And when I was caught in a crappy delusion, I saw the side of one Sister running across the street for a small run. If you think you're cute or something, there's nothing wrong with you. I was looking for Hilda. It was that person. Somehow, with the addition of the delusional effect of earlier, my proud son is also in a state of battle. Suddenly one thought came together in shape on the head of the collector.

"Hey, kid. I'll do the change. Give me that paper bag."

"Yeah. Fine."

The collector bought out a paper bag that the nose-dripping lad was kicking with a few copper coins. When I lift it up, the cat rushes out from the inside.

What, were you doing merit without knowing it? Punch a puffy hole in the eye of the paper bag with your fingertips and wear it from the head. The smell of cats is the birth of a mysterious masked gentleman.

Come on, we're ready.

When the collector found Hilda breathing in the shadow of the alley, he struck silently.

- Don't make a scene.

"Hih."

The voices that pushed him to death and all of a sudden he got his hands on his throat from behind, and I could see Hilda stiffening his body.

Mm-hmm. I'm glad we're doing this in a different situation. Something excites me so much.

The collector sissy chased away the earlier boy, who was rarely staring at this one as he dragged his frightened Hilda into the back of the alley.

"Wait. Hey, what?... You're kidding."

Grabbing his luxurious shoulder silently, he rubbed his chest out in large measure. I do feel the feel of a small but soft breast. You seriously hate it, you're moving your limbs and hands, but when I ordered you to "don't move" in your ear again, you stopped moving pitifully. Heh heh, you just don't know this is me.

"Ya 'an...... no, no"

The jittery heat gradually dominates her body. When the collector let go of one hand to loosen his waistband too much of excitement, a trembling rage showered behind him.

"What are you doing! Xamah!"

Hiccups, and I felt signs that my spine would freeze, and I jumped away holding Hilda with a spinal reflex.

The white sharp blade was shaken down when the collector was there earlier, with an awesome wind-cut sound.

"Ah, abuzz. A thug!"

"What a thug. Get away from Sister now!

"Ah."

The moment the collector jumped away, the paper bag he was wearing was torn with a slightly blushing blade style. Eyes meet Hilda, who peeled her eyes and poked her mouth open. They stared at each other a lot.

"Ha-ha-ha."

With a loving laugh, Hilda has seen a sharp knee kick in the groin of a collector who was defenseless with a kicking face stiffened. No way, it is a development. In reality, it is a normal course of action.

"Chris."

The treasurer was just running over to Yu Man to see Hilda's back, tearing up at the pain that was hard to exhaust on his brush tongue. What the hell. What the hell did I do...

"The outer road. Be prepared. It's a mercy to at least slaughter you with one blow."

"Hey, wait. Wait...! Who the hell are you?"

As the collector squatted holding down his groin, he saw Hilda laying bare across his tear-seeping vision. Hilda, I forgive you.

"I admire Lord Hilda! How dare you defile her chastity, you gorot?"

"Hey, wait a minute. You misunderstand something. [M] Fundamentally, a big mistake, ha-ha."

The treasurer has a strange voice as he can't stand the pain of the money he returns when he comes like a wave tao. Hilda, who was leaning against a young man named Chris, is throwing a flickering glance at him with an anxiety face of "I guess I did too much". You can't. That's exactly how you decided to treat me.

"What do you mean?

"Me and Hilda, that. That's the kind of two-car we get along with. Heh, heh. I'm glad he's happy. I thought I'd make a lot of ideas and entertain you..."

While the collector was talking, no matter what he thought, this thought was the logic of a fucking out-of-the-way mausoleum character, I thought.

"I've been kidding around this period! Hey, Lord Hilda. Hill, da, which one?

Hilda was just an actor. She made her tears burst into tears, making it look like something was going on.

The collector was also crying full of paranoia if he didn't know Hilda's nature: "The clear and gentle Sister is intimidated by this man and forced into a relationship" and so on. Honestly, I just adored it.

"The one named Xama. What weakness are you holding and threatening me with!

"... but that's it. Back to home for today."

"Forgive me, Master Chris. There are circumstances to this."

Is this the Virgin Character here, Mr. Hilda? Already, do as you please.

"By the way. If I were you, a young man like you would be a little bit of a chocolate, but for today, I won't forgive you."

"Do you use your sword too?"

"Ah?"

"Huh. Hip out. Interpretation, a dandruff who wants a woman like you to eat life blood, for whatever reason, is going to run away that way."

"Hey. That's about it. Mostly, I'm an adult. I thought I'd ride such a cheap provocation..."

"I'm Chris Hartier of the Andrew State Army! Name your name! You filthy coward!

"He's a Shimen collector."

The collector was a man with zero sedition resistance.

"Do it with Klando. Compete with me if you're proud of me!

"What the hell. What do you want, you?"

"Compete in the Silver Star Cup militant tournament in five days! Me and you. One of them could have won a higher prize! If I do better than you, let Sister Hilda go!

"And what the hell's in it for you?

Chris stuck out the ring that was fitted in his right hand. The ring was engraved with a mark, which meant replacing the real mark in Japan.

"... I have about 500,000 P (pounds sterling) in savings at the city bank. If I lose, you'll look just like me."

"So why would I do that?"

"Are you afraid of me? You coward."

Chris pissed his eyes off, holding Hilda in his arms as he watched the harrassment go next door and sticking his left fist out to the front.

The treasurer instantly forgot me when his head caught on fire. As he advances with Zunzun, he pays off Chris' fist downward with both hands. At the same time, he kicked the ground with his hind legs as he thought and hit Chris, while at the same time taking Hilda back brilliantly.

You ate the shoulder tackle in a nice spot on his face, Chris dropped his sword and was blown away. The way you look at it is too different. The collector pokes a long sword pulled out at an unstoppable speed into Chris' throat as he faces up and declares with a doth gracious voice.

"Keh. Okay, let's get you on that crap provocation."

"Lord Hilda...... Damn!"

"Stop! Together. Don't argue for me."

Hilda sat down on the ground conceited the heroine of the tragedy and cried wow. The collector gazed at it with his cold cut eyes.

On the way home, the collector goes to Hilda walking ahead as usual. Though I thoroughly apologize for the flat-headed apology, I don't even try to talk to him about whether, unlike usual, he's pretty kicked in the head. Naturally, I know my behavior is bad, but it leaks a mixed voice.

"It is. Amen, I don't know. You're not so angry, though."

"Mr. Klund. Really, you're not reflecting."

"No, because, hey"

When Hilda covers her face with cuffs, she spills harrowing and large tears. As small as I could hear, a really small voice went into my ear, and the possessor stiffened to the spot.

- What should I do? As it is, I really hate it.

The treasurer flashed. I only thought a guy like Chris would be just a hit horse, but if he did poorly, it could also mean "sayonara" as it is.

In the first place, the collector is a superior specialist in being shaken by women. My whole body grew gross. A collector, wasting his time, gave Hilda a one last chance as she exhaled with a heavy sigh of sigh and had no choice.

"Win"

In this one word, the collector no longer decides his stomach that the only way to repair the relationship is to win.