Dungeon+Harem+Master

Poking a gap that left the spot as Meryandale drew water, Citrus managed to pull up his heavy body like he drank lead and left the spot.

He's a gentle man. She didn't ask anything. I hardened myself to complain, but he just held me in silence. You're strong enough to be in the Silver Star Cup. I guess I've been loading drills for her. It ended with a ring out, as if to mock it.

I am halfway through everything. I couldn't stay calm when I heard about my sister's death. Yes. Truth is, Citrus was not a devout Godlum follower or anything. Everything is ridiculous and empty on top.

But why should I risk my life to kill a woman named Victoria who doesn't have a single piece of grudge? Can you do it? A flame of anger lit the back of Citrus's brain for the first time.

- What I want to do. What you really have to do. I stuck it up and thought about it, and I was often stunned. Nothing. Except for my memory with my sister, just Kakera too.

"What you can do. What I can do."

The cold out brain prompted the decision. Meriandale's next opponent. He fought on the same platform in the qualifying round. I'm too far away from it. At least, fight squarely and head-on and she won't be such an enemy. Not good. Too first. We have to do something. Who did? What?

"Wait... hey... now... I will"

The heat in my head, jiggly as ripe, snatches my thoughts away. That man has no sin. And grudges, of course. But if you're going to do the same resentless opponent. At least a little, it'd be better for someone. And Citrus made a decision.

The collector, who was searching for Meryandale but somehow framed to find and protect a lad who didn't even know the sight of Citrus, was diligently searching around about five centimeters overhead with the question mark floating.

Why, it's a strong feeling. But if you look at Meryandale clinging to sneeze at you with a bright blue face, you say, "Ya. Why me?" It was hard.

Simply not even funny, but there were a lot of bleeding marks where Meriandale was wandering. Her game is not a single sword match in a waiver match by Citrus. I only find suspicious points. When I could go to Hannah to see the upset Meriandale, I ran to fly.

"This is getting some disturbing air. Ah, you shitty, shitty chickie. Why, so you can just hit this ear hunch. Seriously, you might as well pay for it at the top, me too. But it's only about four years from now. Hmm...?

Running down the long hallway of the arena, I saw a group of armed men peering into the room on the right hand side of the aisle open to the Y-shape. Something tells me that officials of the Games and collaborating Adventurers Guild wearing red arms are also seen flying.

"Whoa, that horse-faced asshole like you saw somewhere. Whoa, Askis. What happened?

The collector called the face-to-face name Askis, who was guarding the Alliance at Hikari Knoppo.

The horseface shouted low in a barbaric voice as he raised his helmet's gaze. Basically, they don't ignore the call of acquaintances. No matter how pressing the situation is. Slightly, it may also be pointed out that there is a lack of sense of duty, but it is a strangely sticky part to the emotions of this world. It's convenient at times like this.

"Oops. It's Klund. Omei doesn't show up anywhere. Even so, this guy could seriously suck. Hey, come on in. You better not look at that!

"Ugh. What's this? There's going to be an oe..."

The zodiac looked directly at the human misery being treated by a healing magician at the mercy of a few people and turned to him.

The interior caught a glimpse of whether it was one of refraining from fighting.

As if the room itself had eaten Boeing's carpet bombing, it had been so destroyed that there was nothing more to add.

The man stays on his back in big letters and doesn't even move Pickle. The face was swollen to such an extent that the position of the eyes and nose could be known, and the mouth barely opened. The equipment I was wearing on my body has been pulled and severed everywhere, and some parts of my organs have been exposed. There's nothing more to not let go of the sword than the sky is clear even as it falls.

Not only is it bloody, but the unique smell of anger emitted by faeces and surrounding humans mixes in and sniffs. So fatty sweat emerges on my spine.

"It's Klund. Well, they say it's Veisel who's scheduled for the semifinals. You know, the legendary king, it doesn't seem very human to be getting hit so far..."

"Evil no. Reminded me of an errand."

The zodiac ignored Askis' call and once returned, turned to the other side of the Y-shaped road.

Run like a fly. Sometimes, there's so little shadow about the staff as they bring in nurses. Definitely. We're in the middle of a tournament. There's no funny story about paying a fortune and not watching a game. With a few exceptions.

"So, how long have you been following me, Shadow Master? It's time for a little snooze."

"What. You were aware."

When you stop your foot in the middle of the pitch and aisle, corner of the hallway. From the darkest part of the shadow, the LORD of his voice appeared to stain.

"You met me somewhere. Yes, definitely one of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves. Shit. Is that dementia? I wonder if he looked like this. Something's sticking. Sure, they said Earth Payne or something."

I twisted my neck and focused my vision on the man in front of me. The collector could understand that he wasn't very good at remembering people's faces, but he was a dangerous one in the atmosphere. The footage in my memory doesn't match the man's appearance. It was strange. The more I stare at it this way, the blurred the boundaries of my face become. Every moment, every part of the part is moving. I remembered that impression from a man's nose.

"... you surprise me. I don't think so, such as a person who remembers me. You are. Well, I remember you very well. You're a young man who was rolled over with Shylock."

"Well, whatever. I guess I wasn't following you around to talk to the public anyway."

"No, Hui Eye. Me, too, because I was a little concerned. If the man who defeated Raffaello pinches his ear when he comes to this arena. I can't help but want to be sure. Wouldn't you?"

"I thought you were a Godrum associate. You're after Victoria."

"It is, and it can be said that it is not. Yeah, well, shall I introduce myself? I, the thirteenth priest of the Godrum Church, am our thirteenth priest. Ground pane. Your name is Klund, isn't it?

"But the killer style is so grand."

"My parents told me to put my chest up whenever I wanted."

"Jokes"

The man named his place and name with dignity. If this man is examining his identity, it is only with knowledge that he is married to Victoria. I mean, he thinks he can find out who he is. When a killer thinks like that, there's only one thing.

That information becomes pointless. That is, when you step on it that you can reliably kill your opponent.

When the collector took a distance from Earth Pane, he quickly set himself up. And here I noticed. The Black Lion, a love knife, remains with Loulou when he comes to the qualifying match. And only then, last night, I could have waited by Victoria and the women in case of assassins.

It is a sudden pinch. The collector retreated jizzily as he seeped sweat into his forehead.

"Dude, I'm not that frightened. Why do you think I'm suddenly hurting you?"

"Conversely, there's no way I'm going to be able to lay flat in front of a dangerous yarrow like you."

"You're not getting along. Well, I'm glad you're not going to let me get in the way."

"Don't come this way. You can't follow me."

"You can't."

When the collector returned the acne without a thing, he began to run away. You predicted it. Ground pane follows silently as it slides down the hallway floor. It was an overly smooth, frightening foothold with shadows stretching over the ground.

I only have these hands anymore. And when the treasurer was ready, he cried out with a tall voice, as if it were a woman. A creaking, coughing laugh leaked out of my back. Do you mind? It's a battle in the first place if you're unarmed. I preferred the great old man. Running away but winning.

"Don't you have a warrior in you?"

"What can I eat?" Mine, in the country. Say a good word. Tell me. It's a species with a life!

It's painful enough because I scream as I run. Ground pane doesn't stay on and away, it approaches with extra distance. Fulfilling, the one I wanted rushed me like a cavalry from the front.

That is, all the strong guards. The treasurer echoed a yellow scream and glued to the slender pig's neck of a strong man.

"Cool brothers there. Weird Osama is touching my butt."

"Wow. What? What about you? That's creepy!

The treasurer was pushed at his mercy, striking the back of his head against the wall, farting. Terrible.

"Oicola, the suspicious man there. This isn't Hatten Yard."

"Does it have anything to do with the incident just now? Let me talk to you for a second."

The soldiers, who had field verifications across the aisle in pieces, were instantly filled. As the collector slipped through the gap between the men as he swimmed, he set the sight of the height in the rear.

"That's why assholes fuck each other. Hello, Lords Victoria's faithful servants. The man is one of the top executives of the Godlum Order!

Men spinal reflexes on Godrum's name hit me dot asking for numbers. Everyone was sword-shifting without questioning the truth or falsehood. That number, no matter how small the estimate, exceeds thirty.

(Keh. I don't know if he's a priest - but he said I could deal with him.)

Is it quick to get your tongue out in your heart? The pedestrian walls that surrounded Earth Pane collapsed doggedly.

A scolding flies from the rear to flourish. When I clear my ears, I get mixed up in anger and screaming and crying, and I hear heavy noises pounding on my flesh. And odor. Burning, unique to the drug.

A swarm of swallows and soldiers were chess knocked down, and their sights were immediately blocked. I don't know what happened, I stretch my neck, but there are so many big men here that more than one hundred and eighty collectors look small. More importantly than that, it pushes back a mass of flesh pressure and overturning heat that stretches over the body, so it hurries with concern.

"Well, don't be in such a hurry, church dogs. I'm gonna flatten you out, so wait a minute."

I finally saw him. Around Earth Pane there was a misery that made me want to turn away from the men groaning violently as they slammed their limbs, appearing neglected.

As if they had been drugged with high concentrations of chemicals, soldiers melting every armor were desperately peeling their drooling faces at their fingertips. The more mundane, the pink meatloaf is exposed, and a red tide of blood bursts out of the blood vessels crawling beneath it.

If you don't cover your nose, you're going to blow so much malice. Ground pane was palming as he removed the dry jellyfish like substance from the nose of the grey robe.

"This is a gel species. The weakest of all monsters, but therefore the variety is abundant. Are you trying to cavort weakness with diversity? Let's just call it the mystery of life. A battle is not necessarily determined solely by its size or by the power that resides in its appearance. What matters is flexibility. In this regard, the old, cloudy, and starchy will soon be obsolete and melted. I'm falling over here, like you fools......!

Like talking, like singing. Earthpane spins words. What the heck, he gripped the remains of a gel species monster that turned into a caracalla, turned his jaw upside down like a pointy three-day moon, and drank it up.

"Wicked law with spirituality. Type gel - melt"

In an instant, Ground Pane's body swept loose. The clothes worn, as well as the body, change into a gel shape, replacing it with a translucent one. Even among the frightening soldiers, a man still pounced with blood on his head and no longer had a front or rear view.

"Stop -!"

Someone stops it. I don't care. It was too late. In the eyes of the treasurer it seemed that a man unleashing a thrust was swallowed up in the body of Earthpane with each sword. In fact, the man's body melted into a drool and disappeared without a trace from time to time, as if stepping into a bottomless swamp but buried very zubbly.

He seemed to be having nightmares. Earthpane swallowed and assimilated without remaining the moment he touched the soldier's body.

Soldiers in panic storm me to victory. An elderly knight - perhaps a commander - who was next to a collector dwelt a mighty fright in his eyes.

The white blades twinkle, the cheers are filled with narrow passages, and the men push each other and slash each other. Looks like he's watching a cheap cartoon cartoon. One, two, to you, no. When, um, don't, so I stopped counting.

Eating a dozen of them into its body, Groundpane swelled up to the ceiling, spitting out "shuffle" and comically even meaty geps to show room for a laugh.

"Hmm. Even when cheap meat is all-you-can-eat, there are still limits. Well, I'll pay you back."

Long, huge Ground Pane arms stretched out to the ceiling, opening the pitch and five fingers to stick. Then, from the ceiling to the side wall to the floor at the foot, it melted blue and black like a melted coltar and lost the concept of form.

If you stay on this spot, you die a hundred par. When the collector picked up the sword that had fallen on his feet, he ran out without even looking behind him.

Some men with good judgment continue to rush out without shame or hearsay. The smell and the sound of things melting until something unusual makes me think I'm going crazy.

This is the possessory psychology and weaponry of Earth Pane. The enemy's secret was awesome anyway. I'm not even willing to resist. Whatever it is, it melts a steel weapon into a trout like butter. At least it would be too unfavourable to fight in such a narrow place.

You, or you, or you, or a pathetic interrupter flows and swallows. I ran. Without looking back, I run. Where did you run? I saw a spiral staircase in front of me. Running up in about three steps. He makes a noise with a shrug, and a liquid demon is pushing him to his feet.

It's almost a natural phenomenon. When the signs of those who remained disappeared, the smell of burning became stronger. That's when I finally could see behind it.

It made me feel like I was dancing. Ground pane was beginning to feel, slow down because it travels while dissolving and absorbing surrounding matter.

"Idiot! I'm gonna get you out of here."

"That's not going to happen," he said. Mode Dia. "

It shrunk into a black mass as Earth Pane's body, which was drooling, looked at it.

I kicked the floor and jumped explosively. The collector desperately combined his sword into a huge chunk of black that flew, but was not prevented in any way, and was folded away from the middle of his body.

A very hard weight pierces my stomach. The collector pierced the white wall behind him with a ground-pain shoulder tackle that increased his hardness to the limit. You pretended, and the revulsion erupted out of your throat.

"You're going to get in the way of your purpose. It's time for the carnival to end. Let's hope you leave."

"Nah!

The collector, who was rolling on his back, poked his hands against the wall of his ear, exploiting recoil and slamming the kick into the side head of Ground Pane.

but my tibia was hard enough to think it broke. Still, you felt a little pressure or the Earth Pane body swayed slightly.

The collector dived outside the arena as this was his chance and jumped into the only window that was beyond the dance floor. In my memory, it shouldn't be that high. Anyway, now I'm going to distance myself from this guy -!

"Are you insane? This is the sixth floor."

You have to go first. The collector fell free into the earth, committing such foolishness that he was endangered by his enemies.

When I'm facing each other like this, I remember that day when I didn't like it but it became decisive. Victoire covered his broken right leg, while finally picking up the mock sword he had removed as he troubled it, and watched Sizka stuffing in front of him.

I trusted you. That's why I accompanied Sizka when I visited Romless First Prison. This woman betrayed herself on that fateful day, which was the beginning of everything.

Octavia's face could not be forgotten when she told him she was no longer missing. I knew as much about that strength as I could with my sword with her, which was slaughtered at that time. It was all deceitful. I was sad. fiercely. I believed in her and really felt like my sister.

So when I was alone, I wept. What was so hard and sad was as much as the day I lost my childhood friend who had always spent time with me due to illness.

Lovely and a hundred times more hateful. So when I was reunited, my chest was about to crumble, so many hard thoughts to describe crept around that I couldn't keep up with my emotions myself. This was never discussed with Sizka. Everyone thinks that, as it turns out, horses just don't fit, but there's no such thing as that. In the past, I've just dug deep ditches that I can't fill.

Rumor had it that her brother had healed. If you are a man of vast vessels, you can speak to him to say that you are glad. Nor is she evil in nature. I'm just kind of upset about apologizing. If she breaks her older self, she won't put me up. On the contrary, it's visible that if she's sorry, the relationship will return as before. Oh, yeah. He said it was all his fault that this story just got screwed up.

I'm not sure what it might be anymore. I'm sure I won't be able to go back to my previous relationship just because this has won a battle. Because we're not who we were that day.

Ouch. Ouch. The broken leg doesn't hurt. I just couldn't forgive myself for the past that was a narrow amount.

Victoire did not distract himself from the broken and twisted legs, but only stood with the remaining legs.

Don't look away anymore. I didn't see anything, and the time to do it was over.

Sizka is holding her belly down. I had a response. I really hit it. There is no regret for the dust. Remove the pain from your head. The referee drops by with a ghostly face. Stop, wait and see. I'll crumb your bones, beep your teeth, and chew them.

I stood. Sizka also managed to grace me, I stood.

The time has come to settle the accumulated skulls.

I set up a sword. The disappeared courage and the struggle that accompanies it springs up from all over your body. When you can fight infinitely, you're not overconfident of yourself. I was convinced that countless strikes were everywhere before I realized it. Fatigue doubles the pain. And you can have a blow. Just one blow. God. Let us meet with Sizka at all costs.

- So, because I'm sure it'll be over. Because I can end it.

I jumped. It was a little windy. Wave the sword. Because that's all I have left.

Each other's shadows, approaching and turning away.

Victoire was satisfied in the white, blinking light, and finally laughed.

I felt breathlessness and slightly shivered my lips. I feel the light beyond the eye lid. Victoire was stunned to learn the feeling of being implanted with lead in the savings of his hands and feet in an attempt to move his body.

"Don't force yourself to move. Your medicine is still working."

As I tried to raise my face, I saw a young woman standing on my pillow. Is it my age? A nurse wearing a bright hat also has her index finger on her mouth with one eye closed, with a pure white cross stitch.

"Please stay asleep for a while. The teacher will come to see you later. Oh, you can't move."

The nurse walked out of the room busily making patties and shoe noises. Sizka lays with her eyes closed in the next bed. I wonder if powerful healing magic is working, the twisted right leg was beautifully restored but would not be able to move for the time being.

It wasn't because of the pain. I can't move because I've done everything I can. It doesn't look like it belongs to me all over my body. I'm afraid of tomorrow. Such thoughts crossed the corner of my head with chills, but I felt clear.

Well, if it's crazy. Victoire made a small voice as he moved his crusty lips. The only people in this room are myself and Sizka, so they won't have any trouble asking.

"Sizka, you must be awake. Listen to me."

"No, Victoire. I want you to let me go first. Please."

"Huh."

"I'm sorry. I've always wanted to apologize for that time. I'm sorry."

I got my chest pounded sharply. Moving her gaze, Sizka is laying her face down against the wall shaking her shoulders into small pieces.

The little shoulder is twirling irregularly. Only the beautiful memories I had with her came continuously to Victoire. Something bitter ran in my mouth with remorse. Oh, my God. I had to say that, even though I was on my own.

"No, I have to apologize for my ho-"

"And you thought you meant it"

"Hmm!

Shizuka, turning around, was distorting her tiny mouth in a mean way with Niyaniya.

"Ki, the one named Xama......!

I looked at each other. So close, it was probably the first time I've faced Zickli since I was there. This time, I could honestly say the words of apology in my mouth. Sizka received it without laughing.

That kind of interaction seems hilarious. Neither from either side, he was laughing. It was a clear laugh without malice.

It hurts sharply whenever the body of full-blown creation bounces. That's not as bad as I thought. No, it was this pain that made me feel comfortable.

- Hey, why don't we stop detaining in the past?

- It's constructive for you. Yeah, that's not bad.

- I may not be able to go back like then, but yeah. I don't feel so bad right now.

- Me too. Somewhere, refreshing. Hey, one thing.

- What, say anything.

- A bottle of perfume, I'm sorry I broke it.

- Fine. Also, because they will buy it.

- That's sloppy. Well, let's just say I have something to lose, too.

- Yes, they do. Have Klund buy it. A very expensive one.

- Hey, how about you two at the same time?

- Yeah, maybe. Sizka.

- Right, Victoire.

"Are you crying? Hannah"

"Isn't that right, Meryandale? This is just garbage in my eyes. It's not like Hannah would cry..."

In front of the infirmary, Meriandale stood up alongside Hannah. It was a well-known fact that there was a deep and great gulf between Victoire and Sizka, but I had never been able to show them the path of reconciliation. Watching this younger girl, who manages to laugh and show herself with tears in her eyes, her chest stops cutting like she's squeezed.

"Nah, don't you have to come in?

"No, you can't. Because Hannah is a child who can read the air properly. This is where Hannah is."

Smile nicely and contentedly. Meryandale kissed her forehead as she hugged her body smaller than her self with both arms. Then, he looked at each other and laughed as he shrugged as he lurked his voice.

After all, I couldn't find Citrus. That was it when it came to the rest of my heart. He was, indeed, badly wounded. I wish I hadn't taken my eyes off it.

When I took my pocket watch out of my chest, I was eating a lot of time. Quite a while after the Victoires game. It's time for my game to start, even though I didn't mean to. For a moment, I seriously tried to abstain, but I couldn't do that when I thought about the disappearing participants. Unexpectedly, I hear tricks and stiff shoes coming from the front.

"Citrus kun!

That was the boy in the matter that I couldn't find no matter how much I looked.

"Hey. I'm sorry. I did something on my own."

"Really. Oops. You worried so much!

According to Citrus, he was being discovered and treated by a friendly tournament officer after that. A brand new bandage blinds my eyes. Citrus, many times apologizing, took Meryandale's hand and made me hold something small and stiff. Open the five fingers. There was a rustic pebble somewhere star-shaped.

"Is this...?

"Amulet, huh? Anyway, I'm fine now. Hey, hurry to the venue. And don't worry about me. Anyway, I wasn't in a position to fight with satisfaction."

"But okay?

"Go. Everyone's waiting. Hey."

"Yeah. Okay. Because your sister's gonna hang in there. Hey!

Meriandale looked no further and ran straight through the aisle. The smelly wind stands around. The boy's shaped thing made him make a beautiful three-day moon-like grin when he oddly distorted his thin lips.