Dungeon+Harem+Master

- And here I am.

Well, and one thing. I can hear the sound of copper ringing, low, far, hard.

Victoire caught sight of the sizka in front of him when he put his sword in his blue eyes.

That's the same look as always. He seemed calm, but the fruit, a hand with a sword, could be seen moving with a hairy tremor.

Finally, that's it. It begins. It's a shame, it's a strange feeling that I want to get done right away.

Take a big, deep breath. My whole body feels sharpened. Vision is clear. There is no starch.

I stopped hearing the annoying crowd cheer. No, it's not like they shut up. The wave of loud voices is swaying the colloquium, but it sounds distant somewhere. I have myself listening to that like every other person.

Yuri, and Sizka left a half-step ago. As we couldn't wait, Victoire advanced as well. Squeeze the simulated sword. It's not the usual thing I'm used to using, but that's just a branch leaf.

We can meet. fully. Without being stopped by anyone. Zokri and a paralysis running through the uterus.

Dark sensual fluctuations run in a straight line from the inseam to the brain. Wearing stiff military boots, feet, etc. are stiffened by kichichi, but every step forward, even the dry feel of the cobblestone directly below is illusory.

The referee signaled the beginning. Min, and the space is jammed. At the same time, the momentum sparked the struggle from the whole body. Awesome. So thick that every single piece of hair seems to float.

Come on, let's kill him.

Which voice was it? I blew it up instantly. With one blow, I wielded with enough strength to prune my soul.

Aim at the midline. From his head, he waved with the image of a clean straight line down to his hip.

A fierce fire scattered in front of me. Sizka's horizontally wielded sword played this Tangbamboo crack.

It's a force that echoes from the core, deep inside the body, instead of the wrist. My mouth was sloppy and loose.

It has to be. It has to be. It's boring.

Victoire hoped to stop and meet. Sizka likewise waved her sword at a speed that she couldn't even show at hand when she took a broad stance.

Her image color, black, spread like ink dissolved in the air and dropped in water.

Sizka's sword is a fierce breeze. Damn, you don't have a lot of power. Slash this far.

I can show my magic endlessly. Comes sword to sword, as if to read ahead.

I can't wait to get a good one.

They come for steeples with precision and thunderous speed.

Fun. Fun, Sizka.

Whenever iron and iron can be intertwined and bounced, the sun wheel appears behind the eyes.

I feel strange that my arm is not my arm.

The more I hit, the more my self and the world gradually diverge.

Do all the secrets. From all angles, I wonder how to break my opponent, at that moment, shake my soul and put my sword in.

I can't hear anything anymore. The beating of the bouncing chest and the roughness of the beast's breath slowly flows somewhere. Yeah, it would be the same. Are you in pain again?

Squeeze it out.

I stained my life in a rag that squeezed and became crisp, twisting it again.

- The outline of the girl was so elusive that the more she touched it, the more she was likely to disappear.

It was a mid winter morning when the chills cut my skin. Victoire was sweating at the Knights' squad yard, which is routine when Princess Octavia von Romles was in a good mood.

"My lady, my lady. We found what you were looking for."

"So I thought it would be easy to get in here."

Victoire turned to his own samurai, who came running over from the entrance in a slightly squirrely cute motion.

The samurai's name is Hannah.

What a troubled girl, with a bright and unafraid character at the bottom, who was half allowed to immerse herself in a Kingsguard Knights garrison that was otherwise forbidden to enter except for those involved.

"Whatever that is. I found the perfect candidate for a reasonable price."

"You never just try to hear what I'm saying. Mm-hmm. What?"

When I removed the hood worn by the girl who was standing modestly next to Hannah, "I'll see you for a snack," he said with a mosquito squeaking small voice.

From Victoire's mouth, the exhale leaked without thinking. Black eyes on dark hair like melting the darkness of the night. With one knee poked to the ground, the girl nestled in a jittery mood was reminiscent of a roadside flower that was likely to fall just by touching the human craving for asylum she had seen.

Speaking of which, the knight-in-law who lets him take care of himself just quit the other day. I don't have any particular problems with taking care of Hannah around me on a daily basis, but I can't dress up without someone with me as much as a Knights Commander serving the princess.

Just because, doesn't mean anyone is okay. It's a job that often touches the eyes of royalty. It was both instrumental, identity, and strength, and when it came to women of her age, she was scarcely there first.

When you're about your own age, most women are married or otherwise your fiancée is natural. Nearly twenty years later, when I heard that I would imitate my sword by wearing heavy armor on my hips, it was normal to say no.

Every time a relative meets a woman, she wields her sword, and her relatives flatter her mouth.

- Nothing. Even me, I don't like it and keep going. Hey. As good as Victoire is, one, two, Mitsuya is rolling in his chest.

You think I just missed my wedding date a little bit? Well, I simply missed the boat. No, that's not all. If you defend yourself, there are other reasons. I'm talking about Octavia, the princess I trust.

Currently, the Royal Palace was swaying about the succession issue. The current king, Fabian von Romles, has years of inanimate medical conditions that are inconceivable. In a few years, it's not like he can handle it, but he's faded more than his real age, and in politics around them, there were fierce lines going on everywhere.

In view of them, I can't immediately or some house marry my wife and say, "I'll be Atashi, Ojo". The only person she can trust from the bottom of her heart to speak in her chest is one who counts, including herself.

"So you're the obedient knight hope I've been looking for. What a name."

"It is located in Sizca de Charpanthier. My lord."

"Um, the Charpanthiers...!

Victoire can't help but be surprised. The Charpanthiers were a family of founding meritorious ministers, even in the Romles, so ancient and honorable that they were incomparable with the Barthelmy family, the shallow Victoire home.

(What is that? Hardly, isn't it the right households of origin as it appears in history books? Sure, I don't remember the Charpanthier family having such a good reputation. If you ask me, there are lots of debts everywhere. Mm-hmm. What's wrong with this?)

The style of the girl named Sizka was impeccable. So much so that Victoire, the employer, blurred after being in line.

But there is also hesitation in reaching out to the daughter of the house. I don't know how, roaring, Hannah was laughing and rolling out a buoy sign. You idiot.

"Sizka, do it. Asked indignantly, I heard that the house was quite distressed, but the status of the new hire this time is private if you ask me. You don't want anything that huge."

"My lord. Thank you for asking, and vice versa. It is convenient. My brother lays on the sick floor and needs a golden child even after a while. Here, what you see is also on some edge. If Your Excellency abandons me now, I will no longer have the power but to whisk the spring in the city of night."

From the eyes of Sizka, who lay down his face, a tear of one muscle flowed. It flowed through my blue and white cheeks. It looked like a silver gem.

"Mmm."

"What is it, mundane? That's not good. I hope you hire him, my lady. Kachi, no one. Ghosts don't. Demons."

"Hit me, Hannah! You keep your mouth shut. I'm just thinking right now."

When he yelled down muckingly, several knights who were doing the archery were leaking a giggling laugh.

- Oh, too. My majesty as Knight Commander again. As the captain of the regiment, I can't dress up without holding one or both of my surroundings. Also, to be fooled. Hannah's idiot.

"Okay, Sizka"

Thank you, my lord.

Sizka opened her eyes wide and gave her an adorable look that made her want to just look at it. Hannah pounded her hand and jumped a little.

"Wait. I haven't decided to hire you yet. Assuming you're my squire. In some cases, you may abandon yourself and become a shield for your princess and your clan. The sword I put on its hips. If you are a Romless nobleman. I'm not gonna let you say you don't feel comfortable with a girl. Out. Let's see what we got. We'll talk about it later."

"Eh. Wouldn't you beat a gorilla-like lady? Terrible."

"Hannah, you're gonna throw it out for real. Shut up and watch there. Come on, come on! Sizka!"

"Okay. Please."

Sizka had made her face white as paper as she was frightened, but she pulled her sword out of her waist as she brought it here to her senses.

Not at all. The position of the sword is as amateur as the position of the flimsy and indefinite hips.

If this is the case, it would be more comfortable to have the caterer general there hold it in a pot or a knife. Thin, twig-like white arms, the indefinite foot carriage of the center of gravity is hasty and already impotent.

"Eh. Oops!

The person is serious. but will it hold it for the first time, my body is swinging along withstanding the serious weight. Flirt over there. Flirt over here. Victoire was in the mood to hold his head while letting him hit it right.

Conclusion. Sword arms are untold. Now, just a few dozen punches had been made, and his face was blue and his heart was disturbed. If you touch it, you'll cut it. Serious weight, shine, plus fear is doubling her fatigue instantly.

- Definitely. She must be a true, deep-window maid.

"Ah!"

As Victoire gently slammed Sizka's sword peak, the score slipped off Ponkolorin and his hand.

Sizka groaned, cheeks steaming in cherry blossom color and chewed her lips into a letter to and looked up sadly at this one. Nothing, I didn't mean to bully you. Is this also called an edge?

"What about Sizka? You should train your sword a little more."

"Bye -!"

"Pass. Shall we get dressed soon, then? Hannah, yeah. It's against the rules to ask you. Take him to the garrison dressing room. And when you're done, you go home."

"Eh. I can't believe I threw it away when I finished using it. Hannah, you're as poignant as a garbage scum."

"I don't think anyone's saying that. - Shit. Oh, because of you, everyone, here. Sizka, don't laugh at me. Even if you're rude to the Lord."

"Shh, excuse me. It's crazy."

Sizka put her hand on her mouth and laughed joyfully about it. Being this girl, I thought we were going to get along.

If I noticed, Sizka's body was soaking wet like she had bathed in water. I have a different thirst. Attack or attack, one flaw is invisible. Attack Victoire's stronghold.

Let's admit it already. This woman is a sword genius. Myself, I was confident in my martial arts moves, but when I look at the woman in front of me, everything cracks with grass and feels like it belongs to the earth.

Don't regret it, I simply think. Green eyes reminiscent of a rich forest of forgiveness in beautiful honey-colored hair. Sizka envied them. I was jealous. I used to crave a look like her.

A golden hair, reminiscent of a pure Romless man. You can't help but feel inferior if you look at thin, long hands and feet on a white, tidy nose beam. Sizka didn't like her hair or her eyes so much. My collector praised me so that I could love everything about myself for the first time.

As a matter of fact, I knew Victoire from the moment I knew him.

What a princess to hold.

White shield on silver helmet.

Hilarious dancing is a red cape.

That's the princess knight Victoire.

I was fiercely jealous that I was living my days of dirty work, to the voice, the words, of the sparrows of the city mumbling in the alley.

Across the white horse, spearheading the princess's beautiful carriage and majestically strolling down the boulevard of the capital was enough to evoke the blackest fierce that lurked at the bottom of his heart.

I saw it at a night club only once. She was another butterfly in the social world. With her big, beautiful breasts sticking out in a tung, that's what the heavenly goddess was like in front of a dress full of beautiful silk woven with feathers, a miserable bug nesting in the corner of the kitchen, such as her figure full of twig haggis.

Having gained a vast territory of inexhaustible wealth, Sizka was so jealous and even loving that she wanted to destroy her very existence that play would serve beside the princess and not attract the people of the capital.

Kin, and the blades soared with each other and rang.

At the same time, he flew away behind his back. The crowd boiled. The sound came back. Blushing and sweating like a waterfall makes my forehead wet. My vision is obscure, but I don't have time to wipe it. Just a little, just take your eyes off him, and he'll come slashing in. There is no such sweetness. Do not seek sweetness.

Again across the street. Voices don't speak to each other. Don't make yourself faint, as you see in the mirror.

Concentrate, only at the cutting edge. Victoire's sword is slightly up and down in tandem with breathing.

The accumulated fighting quietly converges. Coming. And it was faster than I thought. The lightning struck my body like a lot. Different eyes. If we get together, we can't win first.

They have different back lengths and body sizes. It doesn't work with power.

What is your weapon? That's fast. Victoire is a sword. Thick, big, thick, hard, huge as a twist. Hit the mountain decently, and you can't even say no.

Sizka decided to use her legs. Kicked. So that the floor stone can play. I kicked him hard. I ran. Exactly. Victoire follows me to some extent. He's unusually good at foot judgment. teeth bite. I sincerely envied the talent that was uninterrupted. So I jumped. I unleashed my sword in such an extraordinary rhythm that I wanted to praise myself while laying it horizontally. shoulder. It was the only gap of the day. I thought I caught it. The sword tip touched it.

- It was when the fire ran on my left arm that I found out that was an invitation.

Mekori, and. An unusually loud crushed sound rang. Hot. Is it something that burns so much if you can press the chopsticks? My whole body burned and soon became cold as I put it on ice.

I was desperate. I don't want to lose. Whether it's beauty or home affluence, maybe this is something I don't want to think about, but - I don't know if I'm losing or losing the depth of love I get from the most greedy man.

I didn't like that. I wanted one thing that was certain and certain. I want something better than Victoire. Really. I'm asking for it. enough to get my hands out of my throat. You can sell yourself to the devil. So I shouldn't have stayed hit unilaterally. I couldn't forgive it.

Has the depth of paranoia and sentiment called for miracles? Sizka fell to the floor, but in an unstable position, kicking the ground with only a slight ankle force from a very human being unable to jump, he approached his current target and unleashed a slaughter.

Goh, and the hard noise of the iron bars crushing the bones rang. Sizka snapped Victoire's right arm in the critical part and rolled with a grin.

I stood. I stood up in pain. I've been hit in the left arm, but the damage to my opponent should be even greater. Anyway, I succeeded in breaking my arm. I saw Victoire replace the missed sword with his left arm. What a clever one. It makes me happy.

"What's wrong with the pain?

"Joke. Rather than that, why don't we just give up? If you can use your skill, it won't be a battle."

Victoire shouted his nose and put his sword in front of him with his left arm. I'm in the hall to improvise, but it just seems like a loss. Sizka laughed thinly. It was meant to be a victorious smile.

"Handiness. Hey, young lady."

Unplug it...

Sizka, consciousness buzzed with those words. Shit, calm down and part of your brain sounds the alarm, on the other hand, keep it up! I have a thoughtless self to go on and beat it up, and line up the prestigious words.

It's an image, I imagined myself as an arrow of light.

In fact, it was a thoroughbred thrust with no more force and speed.

I can't even think of my people, my family, my life, my death, fine dust.

I only have an image of shooting through the target.

The weapon in my hand integrated with my body, and it became a wind for a while, and I wanted to wipe out all of Victoire without a multiplier.

I won, I thought. I caught it, on the tip of the sword. I won't let you escape. Never again. The emotions I wanted to laugh out crept around the back of my chest. Moment after moment, an impossible sight was emerging.

They disappeared. No. Nowhere. I wonder if I was seeing illusions, and my head is filled with questioning.

Right here, I felt whispered in my ear.

It was instinctive of me to twist myself. Victoire has released a long sword when he switched bodies in divine motion. I can't do it at this rate -!

When I got that, I felt like my torso had disappeared. They broke Avara's roots.

I'm so dizzy. There was a terrible melody in my ear.

Whoa, whoa. The beast groaned wildly loud voices. It was not a level that could be cleaned up by pain, etc.

It's Victoire's torso. Decided. Complete defeat. I can't move anymore. Help me. It's painful. No, I'm scared. Forgive me and countless cries floated in my brain. I heard an impending sound. He sets his sword on the big upper stage and strikes it down from his head like a demon brake.

I'm not kidding, is he human? I'm lying on the ground throwing up blood reflexes. Don't you have feelings for him? I slept and ate with him and laughed sometimes. We're friends like that.

He's trying to kill himself. No mercy at all.

I can't forgive you. Something in Sizka broke. Pakiri, and leave a small noise. Anger instantly smeared enough pain to extinguish. I don't know how it worked or if it worked again.

I used a sword. I didn't use it, I became part of the weapon. I jumped up and ran through Victoire's feet dancing in the universe. I was able to move smoothly through the water. It was so strange.

Ooh, I heard screaming like blood all over the place. An unscrupulous sword was striking her right foot. The sword in your hand is a heavy iron bar, albeit a blade puller. The more you hit the core, the more you'll know about the effect, even though just a scratch will break it enough.

"Look, look."

That was all there was to it.

Sizka moaned a lot as she held her flank. Her mouth is warmly wet with diarrhea. The cloudy redness would be blood. Tears pour out in a dodgy way. Crawled. It strikes uninterruptedly as pain pierced countless needles into my brain. I managed to get a whimper.

You can't cry. Don't cry hard. That's too miserable, and number one, you haven't settled yet. Don't cry, Sizka. You can't cry, Sizka.

Raise your gaze. I saw Victoire twisting his legs in different directions and poking his buttocks.

Ugh, I'm barking harder. I should have done it myself, but for some reason, the back of my chest hurts a jiggle. The pain makes the core of my head boil. Sizka was distantly conscious and couldn't understand why the days she had just met Victoire would gush out as she twirled, just waiting for this moment.

Summon and assassinate the brave. It was one winter day that the directive was given, grasping that Princess Octavia was secretly attempting to perform the summoning ritual alone.

Sizka, who belonged to an assassin guild, followed that order without any particular emotion. To treat my sick brother, that's what I'll need enough gold coins to sweep and throw away. I don't question it, because if I do, it's just going to be hard.

It was also a circumspect preparation that the man above had managed to bring Sizka closer to Victoire, the princess's Kingsguard, using Tsute. He deodorized all suspicions and gained his position as an obedient knight. It was also only with the power of the organization that she resigned the predecessor she had used in a "mutually agreeable" way.

There is movement one of these days. Sizka's mind moved, rarely slightly, when it came to approaching Victoire. Anyway, it's that princess knight.

She is a girl of her age with Sizka. It was also impossible for her to be uninterested in what the city's people would claim to be the object of awe.

but it wasn't who I thought it was, actually. There was no doubt about the beauty of the sun-like golden hair and the goddess, but the reality Victoire, so unfortunate.

Sure, the sword arm seems to stand quite well, but it's missing somewhere. My self-esteem is strong, but I show cowardice as a time, and there's something oddly fucking serious about how easy it is for you to ride. If you wonder if your personality is constant, you move injustice into action without hating and thinking about it later and regret it later.

Yes, Victoire can't be very worldly. It's all about losing money. You can leave him alone. Restraint him on trivial matters and wield a sense of justice that won't even feed the dog. It was pure, no matter how bad. The fact that she tends to be isolated because of it soon became clear about the position. The Kingsguard knights distance themselves from Victoire. I wonder, if there's nothing I can do, I'll immediately rely on it.

It's annoying. It shouldn't have mattered about anyone else or anything, but I couldn't see her situation being pulled off by all her stupid honesty and poverty.

At first, I wondered if there was some arrogant part because I was the daughter of a lord with a great lord, basic, friendly to the weak and the poor. Anyway, I thought I was getting as much servitude from the state as I could, but her life is about pure poverty, and when it comes to hobbies, it's about cleaning up social services and reading poems.

"Have you had any trouble?"

That's what Victoire asked me. The story I used when I took in is not a lie to draw sympathy. It's all a worthless truth. So at first I was angry that I was being fooled, but when I found out it was all for real, I felt like a terribly mean creature of my filthy self.

My mind gradually opens up. Oh, I could have talked to you about anything if I had such a sweet sister, I thought.

I sweated along, stood up like a doll in a freezing hallway, and slept with one blanket like a friendly sister. The equine can't be out of line. Something, it was fun. The older I was, the more I realized the illusion that my heart really fits together.

- Sizka, you can do anything you need to get in trouble.

- Sizka, it'll be cold. If you apply this, it will not be easy.

- Sizka, it won't be much, but this is the salary. My brother's medicine, I hope I can buy it.

Sizka, Sizka, Sizka. She's a sweet woman. She turned everything to her wages without buying anything she wanted with her late paycheck. Really, he gave me all the money but to fix the minimum as a knight.

Sizka wanted to confess that what she was doing was everything.

One day, I wanted to teach you that this woman with a quiet face would hurt Victoire.

"It's cold. We just need to stick together more. Holla,"

Every time my green eyes spoke gently to Sizka, my guilt swelled and I stopped.

I was going crazy. This is what happens because I've been with you.

It was the first time I wanted to abandon my mission. That samurai named Hannah, unlike the Lord, is quite astute. No, you basically don't believe in people other than Victoire. She felt a groove of history. Both the sight to explore and the disgust that seemed to be the end of the word were more comfortable for Sizka, who was used to such things.

An off duty day.

Sizka went out for a picnic only once to Victoire and Hannah and the outskirts of the King's Capital.

I drove my horse with a handmade lunch box. Whether spring was visiting that far, the chills and beautiful flowers were beginning to bloom in the grass. We all sat in the shade of the trees for breakfast, and continued to talk about everyday things and this. I wish this time would go on, I thought so. I truly hoped.

"Hey, Sizka. Today is a very good day. Don't you think?"

Victoire's voice. Tears spilled and I couldn't raise my face.

- I've always wanted to be close to you.

There was certainly no such thing as a lie or falsehood in that feeling.