Dungeon+Harem+Master

"I thought in the last dungeon. I didn't really play the part."

Lacey sighed worryingly at the counter of the tavern silver carriage pavilion as she headed over to Nelly, sitting next to her, to rock the alcohol in the glass.

There is no one left in the store because the shopping is done. The unique smell of the liquor store, mixed with the fat of the meat, stood around.

The main lights that illuminate the entire store have been dropped and there's just a small lamp right next to it. Prihelia and Judy carefully remove dirt from the remote table seats with a cloth.

"I'm not a fighter for everyone."

Lacey covered her face with both hands as she rubbed her index finger through her eyes and roared small.

Her eyes narrow and her lips tremble as Nelly rattles the glass of ice with Karan.

"Huh? Why, give me that line in this situation... Are you dying in the dark?"

"Chi, no. Not at all! That's not what I meant!

"Isn't that exactly what you mean? The one who can't dive into the dungeon, die. Only receptionist, out of battle. Ugh, it's terrible. I can't believe you got this trick, a quote called out because you have a consultation. I thought we were getting along a little bit. I can't believe they catapulted my daily anger and even added shame. No more. I don't want to live."

"So why does that happen! No, it's not."

"Dust dust"

Nelly shook her head to the left and right as she covered her eyes with her hands, causing her long hair to burst.

"Hey, forgive me."

"Mollusks. And, well, not to mention the joke"

"Terrible, Nelly."

"I've heard about Lacey's work. In the battle of the Golden Wolf, it worked great to help Rudge, didn't it? Oh, is this, after all, a euphemism to leave the mansion? It's Ya. I'm not breaking up with Klander when I'm dead."

"Oh, my God!

"Just kidding. Don't look so desperate. But objectively, I think Lacey is useful in exploring. The same goes for the good spells, and harness the abilities of the Water Spirit (Seylane). If that's all you can do, you're superior. Could it be Mary?"

"Yeah, well..."

"Ha. Nothing, because you're not a combat officer, okay? Nobody is strong enough to fight that member. From my long guild experience, their physical abilities are abnormal. If you grow up well, you have the strength to outperform Wuyingjie fully. Ordinary people like us must know and act as much as they do. Hey, Lacey. If you're sick of thinking about Mary, it doesn't make sense. They're special. No one thought Mary would show so much swordsmanship, even in a short period of time. Everyone can be a hero, that's the dangerous fantasy. Know the minute. Individual power has its limits."

Lacey sighed pitifully, "Ha ha," as she slammed deep into the counter. Prihelia, who watched in the distance, arouses worryingly.

Actually, it was. Lacey was creating a fierce complex in the fact that only she could defeat one enemy in the last twenty-four tiers of battle.

Also, one of them was a strong jealousy of Meryandale, who should have been helpless in battle as well. At the Silver Star Cup militant tournament, although I watched it from a distance, it still made me feel the difference from myself when I saw it nearby.

Or so much so that Lacey knew herself that she could say, "Yes, absolutely not," if asked if she could learn the sword and move that far, just like Meryandale, who originally had the qualities.

Meryandale, a nobleman, had basic sword qualities, looked troll and his body was working out there, and endurance and motor nerves were not extraordinary.

If they asked me how I was, I'd be good at liquoring, letting them have a place, singing songs, and breaking it right up with the first person I met, but that was an act that even my aunt in the neighborhood could do.

Therefore, Lacey is driven by a deep sense of self-blame. In fact, if anyone else thinks Lacey is useless, no one loves her more.

But for Lacey, who became pseudo-depressed, that wasn't the problem.

"Anyway. It's not too much to think about. I can give you as much of a sword as I can, but my sword moves are only of a protective skill level. Or did you put a white feather arrow on me because it is also my business belly to bow my head to others...... Lacey better think of something that will help everyone but battle. Ahhh."

Nellie took a breath that far, leaking a big yawn about what she couldn't see.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Even after work, it fits. It's late today, so don't stay. Judy, get your room ready."

Yes, ma'am.

Judy disappears upstairs up the spiral staircase with her freshly mild footsteps.

"I'm sorry. Tomorrow, I'm going to work for the guild from here. I'm sorry, but I'll let you rest first."

"Yeah. Nelly, thanks for asking me stupid"

"... that's okay. We're family."

Nelly sneezed and stroked Lacey's gray hair as she reddened the edge of her eyes with alcohol.

"Though. Ha."

Lacey returned to her private room upstairs and stood in front of her and stared back at herself.

Her body, which turns eighteen this year, is in tune and has no waste of luxury. When you run a liquor store, you tend to get indigested often, but the control around it is not perfect. However, no matter where you look from, it was difficult to fight with the body.

Bend and stretch your body as you mirror naked. Your body is more flexible, so there is no inconvenience in bending your whole body surprisingly.

Lacey tried to lift the groceries stuffed into the gyu in the heaviest trunk case around her when she looked around the gyro, but retired in seconds.

"Ah, too! I'm powerless."

When I put the trunk down, I try to lift or lower my chest, which is good that no one is there this time. I think the shape is better.

"Koko, I think you're getting old. Klando likes it. Oh, good job, too. Today, go to sleep. Go to sleep! Also think about it tomorrow."

As Lacey weaved her evening clothes, she dived into bed and quickly began to get a healthy sleep.

The decision and switching quickly were her strengths when it came to her strengths.

The day after dawn. Lacey, after breakfast, rarely went back to the mansion and was hanging out in the city.

Of course, the purpose is my "search for a good place" journey. She was the type of lonely person, somewhat lonely, who liked to be numerous and constantly wierd. As much as a meal, I would never eat alone, and sometimes I would skip rice if someone wasn't there.

This was also the habit of those who hungered for the rustle of the extended family, acquired because they lived with their father, Bernhard, after they had done so to their mother.

Yeah, roaring, twisting my head. But a good idea is something that's hard to come up with. Lacey, whenever she reached Central Park, sat down on a brick surrounding the fountain, bluffing her legs into her thoughts.

"Hmm. No, I can't even think of doing it"

Numerous people wandered all over the park. If you look closely, we also have suspicious stores. Everywhere, I saw artisans, kids, old men doing buying and eating.

This much, the fact that many people are interested in eating and drinking is evidence that the supplies are adequate and the currency is turning to lubrication.

It was proof that the city of Silver Villago, even in the Romles, was so prosperous that it contested one or two.

Lacey stood up holding her stomach. In the meantime, once, I'm trying to get back to the silver carriage pavilion. If you go home, Judy or Prihelia will be waiting. In the state of mind that was this offering, I didn't feel like buying and eating alone.

"Is that...?

Secondly, when I noticed, at the border between the stalls, I saw a small fortune teller expanding the store.

"Well, it won't be much of a treat. You're a little concerned."

I wouldn't have even cared about it in normal conditions, but for Lacey today, it was a psychological condition that made me want to even follow with divination advice that didn't take either chopsticks or sticks.

"Um, can I ask you a favor?

Talk to me by the side. Seems like a young woman to me. He wears a blue robe at the depth of his eyes.

I'm not sure how noticeable my nose is because my long forehead is flowing, but I could tell from the whiteness of my stripped arms and the shiny fine skin of my hands that I would be a lot younger.

The hair in the eyes is dark peachy. Artificial hair that is too bright unnaturally would be dyed. Lacey had her eyes black and white on the look of a flashy woman, yet she still felt something, never leaving the scene.

The small table has crystal balls about the baby's head. The blue crystal balls had a strange beauty that drew me in just watching.

"Um... could he be asleep?

"Mmm. Ugh, you're disturbing me even though people feel comfortable sleeping. I'll curse you."

"I'm a customer and all of a sudden I'm cursed!

The woman occupier opened her big mouth and yawned when she put her hand on her mouth. Swallow by that overly grand attitude, Lacey accidentally turns her body slightly upside down.

"... Uh, yes, yes, you're a customer. You're an insane daughter, I can't believe you're calling out to such a chicken-smelling fortune-teller who opens a store like this. Uh, you. I'm done. haha."

"They said it was over. I haven't done anything yet."

"Shut up. Shut up. No more."

The female fortune teller took away the hood on her head depressingly. There's more lustrous hair than I thought and obvious evidence that I'm not human. There was a figure of an elf woman poking out her so-called long ear.

"So, what? What do you want from me? Ahem?"

"Ugh. In front of the voice, it's hard to stop."

"I don't know what I'm talking about, but you're pretty thick."

"Whoa, whoa. Who gives you permission to open a store?"

On the way Lacey hesitated, a young man's voice was inadvertently showered from behind. The men were not robust, no matter how they saw it from the phase style.

It will be all around the territory of this area. No matter how you look at it, the three men in their twenties, who still don't have a penetration in Loc, quickly surrounded the female occupier, have become obsessed with curly tongues.

"These are the ones. We have the Mogherini family."

"We're leaving the store without permission. It means selling fights to our families."

"I didn't know. Or...!

"Don't blow Yota. Eh?"

"It's not too late. I'll give it away with no money left, or I'll give it away."

"Elf's sister, pay with your body."

"If you've satisfied the three of us, I don't mind spilling our eyes on you for today."

"If it's fishy, it's watery."

The men mocked the woman fortune-tellers using embarrassing words that made them want to cover their ears when they shouted what they wanted to do with their mouths.

M.O. is commonly used by the unreliable. Seeing a female fortune teller as young, she was repressed with anger and numbers. If she is a normal daughter, she atrophies and becomes nothing but cursed by the big men of her body.

I see. The female occupier looks luxurious and flamboyant. The opposing Lacey was placed outside the mosquito net because the men smelled the night she was homogeneous to herself emanating from her body.

Dishonorable, but due to her long liquor store work, Lacey was wearing a different vibe than her staunch daughter. The men also knew that the women in the liquor store were usually comfortable and not a glimmer. Therefore, the easier to give female occupiers were targeted.

"Hey......!

"It's okay. Hey, brother, could you come over here for a second?"

The female occupier invited the most tremendous of the three men to take control of Lacey with one hand as she embarked on a protest.

"Heh, heh. Oh, my God, you were willing to pay. Or a fun course with us?

"This is it. Take a good look at this crystal"

"Hmm?

A man faces a crystal ball placed defenselessly on the table.

"Whoa!

"Hmph?

At the same time, it was the unlikely behavior that everyone on the spot did not anticipate that the female occupier pounded on the crystal ball with both hands to the man's face.

What, a tremendous noise sounded, and the man crushed the cartilage of his nose. The half-opened mouth also struck the hard crystal area. Polarity and white teeth danced sharply into the splashy red tide of blood.

"Temee, you're kidding me. - Huh?

As she jerked off, the moment the man raised his face as he watched the blood flow, the female occupier kicked the table forward with his long legs as he wrapped his skirt around himself. It is the action of Jackie Chen face loss. The table protruded like it had been bounced and pierced around the man's groin, causing a fatal blow.

When the man was in the shape of a ram to the table, the female occupier slammed the elbow iron as he wished, to the spine of the man's back. Did the no push blow work, the man rolled over and stopped moving while holding a small table.

When I tried to roll up the mikajime fee, did I encounter an uninterrupted counterattack that I hadn't imagined or otherwise and become completely out of thought?

Towards the last remaining man to stand up, the female occupier threw about as many crystals as the volleyball balls in his hand, along with, uh, a cute cheer.

Meow, the sound of bones crushing. The man slowly rolled over like a threaded puppet as he poked his knees into the earth. It was an instant offense, and even a spare smile floated in the face of the female occupier picking up the crystal balls.

Lacey was running out on the spot when the female occupier pulled her hand before she could successfully organize the tragedy that had happened in the last few seconds.

"Look. Neither do you! If you stay in that place, it's gonna be hell."

"I have nothing to do with this."

"Ha, you were in danger. I can't believe you're getting involved in such a case. Oh, you don't have to thank me. If you want to thank me, it's not silly."

"Do something unsolicited again! And, I mean, you set it all up unilaterally. Whoa. Whoa."

Lacey, if she noticed, had been taken into a room in the city quite far from Central Park. The houses of the female occupiers facing the narrow alley were in a place where the sun did not shine and the mood was likely to perish just by being there.

One of the rooms was lined up so narrow with suspicious tools, as if he were an occupier. From all over, there was the smell of a kind of incense that I had never smelled, and it was definitely a little unusual space.

"Hey. Is this your shop?

Lacey asked, looking intriguingly at the hanging unknown doll and widget board.

"I am Armendra the Diviner. Damn, you're such a rude kid to go up to people's houses on your own and not even name them. You'll excuse me, Pump."

"Ha. That's enough. Gradually, you're starting to understand people's personalities. I am, Lacey. I run a tavern called the Silver Carriage Pavilion in Leasefield."

"Hmm. So, what can I do for you at my house? There's no alcohol in this shop."

"I wonder if Armendra is a fool in my head. I can't believe I want to come."

"But there was a stray. So he showed an interest in me the occupier. Didn't I?"

Armendra smiled lusciously as she gobbled her crystal balls on the table.

"Ugh!... well, yes"

"Come on, come on. Either way, Lacey was destined for me. Sora, if you sit quietly, you hit the perfect spot. No hitting or gossiping, no hitting or gossiping!

"That's a fraud..."

"Well, well. First, let me guess what Lacey has come to get you for free. Mm-hmm."

"Sometimes."

"Right. Lacey's problem now is, money?

"No. Yeah, but that's not what bothers me."

"Oh, well! Okay. It's a man relationship. You look hot. All right, then, let's divine how this Armendra can get along efficiently with the person she wants."

No, I'm already married.

"... go home"

"Why -! I mean, I wasn't motivated at all until just now, so suddenly I felt manic-depressed."

"The lady, Armendra, is never going to be moved by the weight of Lacey's purse that she picked up on her way here."

"That was usually a guessy answer."

"Go home! Go home if you can't satisfy my thirst."

"Don't suddenly get pretty. Oh, what am I supposed to do now, me?"

"And, well, leave this about the joke. You don't have to answer honestly. If this happens, let Lacey's troubles be borne in mind by the fortune teller."

"Haven't we talked in a different direction yet?

Okay, I'll get you ready.

"Oh, you use that crystal ball"

"I'll use that. What do you think the astrologer's crystal balls are?

"I think it's a weapon for slaughter."

"Mmm. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, let's just drain Lacey's blood on this crystal ball."

"I knew you'd want blood. I mean, I don't like the pain."

"Just a little bit. Yikes. Look, this needle is disinfected and disposable."

"I'm afraid I'm ready to add and subtract that. []/(exp, adj-na) (uk) (uk) (uk) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

Lacey tried to believe Armendra only once more, and when she stabbed the needle in her index finger, she drooled the blood Shizuku into the crystal ball as she was told.

The translucent, thin blue crystal ball gradually transforms the entire color into a color that is dark, deep, and endlessly close to black.

Lacey holds her index finger and continues to listen to Armendra chant in her breath.

"Munya Munya Munya, Mustafa Kemarun!

"Hey, why are you messing around with that chant?

The flashes of crystal balls burned out as they burst into a dim room. Too intense, brilliantly sighted, Lacey often saw herself in the crush of a sweat floating on Armendra's forehead whining about something with her shoulders full of rice.

"This is-"

"What's this?

"Lacey had a grilled fish meal for lunch yesterday."

……

"Oh, hey! Because it's a lie, even a joke. Ugh, don't leave silently. Hey, joke, joke. A little elf joke. Yikes. Hey."

"I have a lot of elves in my house, but they don't give a shit."

"Oh, get in a good mood. Look, I've got juice for you. The one cold on the kink. Hey."

Lacey put silent pressure on Armendra when she sipped her prepared apple juice with a straw with her jito eyes. And, I mean, Lacey was full of wanting to break this barren time.

"So, I'm going back to being serious from here. You're worried about how to move on with your life. And as I said earlier, the man has something to do with it. Right."

"Well, it's decided to hit the right place..."

When Lacey denied it in a weak voice, she grabbed the hem of her skirt with both arms, glancing away.

"Talk and see. Because I'll keep the sights from here cheap. Troubleshooting is part of fortune telling."

In Armendra's eyes, the decadent colour from earlier had been lost, and sincerity dwelt on every end of the word.

Lacey, who had initially left and right her words, let Armendra's masterful discourse guide her so that she could spit out the length of her thoughts that were obsessed with her in her chest.

Jealous thoughts about his companion, Meriandale. I'm in a hurry to be left alone. And fear, that my husband will confine himself to himself.

None of them were well-founded, but for Lacey, who had a habit of taking care of herself in public, overlapping them, were the luggage of her mind.

And, at last, he was also talking about his origins, that is, his thoughts on the unwiped groove of race, which is the half of the Water Spirit (Seylane) and not pure human beings. I don't know, Lacey's surroundings were full of "your species".

Among the wives of her husband, the treasurer, it was not clearly aristocratic, and Lacey alone, who was inferior in terms of her upbringing. Even Pordina, who has lost herself to the slave class, is the daughter of a chief, a leading tribe in her homeland. In fact, both Lisa, a dark elf, and Nelly, a civilian, had a lot of power in their parents' homes, and some help was expected if needed.

Lacey doesn't have that. My mother was a monster, and none of my father's relatives knew of the rarity.

Literal celestial solitude conspicuously kept the depths of Lacey's heart constantly frustrated from an invisible position.

"But you talked a lot. I mean, you're not sure about yourself. I don't think so, but hey."

"... I'm, in the end, just the daughter of an uncultivated liquor store. I don't feel confident."

As we talked, I didn't know if my misery had been applauded, and my tears crept up.

"Here, don't cry. Oh, I'm too much of a person. I can't believe I didn't even get a fee, but I've been so close to you. But, Lacey. From what I've heard, you didn't throw that much away. Look up. Hey."

"What, do you?

"I think Armendra should grow her qualities, which are Lacey's water spirits (Seylan), but then she's not satisfied. So, Jajan!

Armendra tried to spread a smooth glossy piece of cloth as she threw the crystal balls unconstructively from the table. The cloth was quartered with red, blue, yellow and green on the cross in the center, and Armendra looked so gently when she took Lacey's hand properly.

"Lacey. Spread your five fingers wide. So, I'm going to take out the water I want to try out here. Ma, in gauge volume."

"Hey, are you making this up?

"What... I'm looking into it. Lacey's magic traits. While you're at it, Kita. Ah!

"Hiha."

The blue part of the cloth cut reacted so violently that the moment Lacey's fingers were propagated and the water flowed off, she reacted so violently that her eyes could not open.

"You know the four elements of witchcraft? There are very few people in the world who possess magical traits. Therefore, due diligence is honored, no matter what profession you are. What Lacey is touching right now is a trial cloth, and I'm going to see if there's any magic aptitude for each of us. Red is the fire attribute, yellow is the wind attribute, green is the ground attribute, and now the reaction is blue. It represents a water attribute. Lacey, you have the properties of hydromagic."

"Eh, lie...!

"I'm not lying. Ever since I heard of the Half of the Water Spirit (Seylan), I thought maybe not. Liquidating parts of the body is quite difficult and peaky, even in water attribute magic. But being able to use it unconsciously is proof that you have talent."

"I have magical properties…?

"But magic can't be used without training. Any genius. Do you want to live with your talents like this? Or, uh, hey, cut your own life open. It's up to you to decide that. Lacey."

"Armendra, why are you so familiar?"

"Haha. Well, I'm a drop-out group, so..."

Armendra, with a dry laugh of haha, waves her right index finger to try and create a huge human icicle immediately. Slightly, the room, which was hot enough to sweat, cooled down as soon as the temperature dropped to the sweat floating on my forehead.

"Armendra, please! Teach me magic!

"Oh, that's what I thought. No, no, no, no. 'Cause, me, I barely remember anymore, and when I learn a strangely habitual surgical ceremony, I'll stretch out later. Lacey really wants to help her husband and be a first-rate adventurer. Then you have to learn in a proper place. Hey."

"Me, but I don't know anyone else who might teach me magic..."

In Lacey's head, for a moment, Rudge's face came to mind as the only one of his companions to use witchcraft, but was summarily dismissed. It's reminiscent of what she used to say. Rudge said he didn't understand and use the magic system from the ground up. Her surgery is rooted only in the power of one of the ancient twelve artifacts (Lost High Weapon), the star's magic book Astro Grimoire, who is never an expert in witchcraft. We also heard in our company that Karen specializes in the magic of wind attributes, Dorothea in the magic of fire attributes, and Liza in the magic of earthly attributes, but if the attributes are different, from the ground up, it's as if they were separate, and nothing can be done about it.

"I do. In the territory of Count Stae, which is not Andrew State but takes about three days by high-speed carriage northwest of Crystal Lake, there is some famous school of magic in Woodless City."

It was the name of a city that was not familiar to Lacey, who was a civilian and had barely left Silver Villago since birth.

But the name of the "Woodless School of Magic" was deeply engraved into Lacey's memory, as the dead earth felt mercy rain on her skin.

"I also had many reasons for this college. If Lacey really wants to learn magic, writing a reference isn't a blur either. Fine, listen carefully. Once you're in college, it takes three years to get started until you graduate. Tuition is not cheap either. Basically, it's a place where the wealthy go by. First, you talk to your family when you get home. Don't make your own decisions. So, if your resolve doesn't work - come to my shop now. Oh, and."

"And?"

"The fee doesn't have to be right now. Also, maybe next time. Lacey can decide on your forehead. As far as I'm concerned, I expect a great deal of good faith."

Armendra said that, shuddering her peachy hair, she laughed naughty.