Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Sir, I have received another letter, would you like to receive it?"

The collector roared hmm low as he fell asleep on the sofa in the living room, watching Pordina with her heartfelt dog ears pinned. Her blocked tail is drooling and shaking quietly. It was a sign of anxiety.

"For now, bring it"

"Yes, sir."

It won't be long. When Pordina showed up holding a letter full of cages with both hands, she placed Dosun on the table. Karen and Liza, who seemed free to stretch in the corner of the room, approach.

"What?

"What the hell is this? Oh, it's mostly for Krander."

"It's harassment, damn it. Hey, Liza. You can read it."

"That's sweet of you to say. What is this? It's filled with cursing words. The sender is the Confederation of the Holy Knights…"

Yes, it was. A few days back from the dungeon. Not a single day was lacking in the mansion of the Collector, and a letter from the maidens of the Union of the Klan Saints listing words that were not similar to those to be called protests came firmly to me.

The cause was the voice of anger at Lucky Skebe, carried out by the Founding Fathers against Shannon Chambers, a female knight with the title of Knight, one of the leaders who had been seen in awe by them in the twenty-fourth hierarchy.

"Phew. You're gonna be in trouble with the hottie. I'm a woman. Don't make me cry."

"Hey, this letter denies all of Klander's personality. Maybe we should just look at reality."

Karen slaps a bunch of letters on her face as she waves her proud twin tail. The treasurer waved up and paid them off, saying without force, "Shut up." The pieces and the paper filled with nervous letters spread scattered over the carpet. I was by my side in a hurry, Pordina and Meriandale pick it up and collect it.

"Klund. What the hell did you do? If you misunderstand, you have to apologize to Kitin."

"Nothing. It's just that I rubbed the ass of the woman I met too long ago."

Liza and Karen called out "Cythet" half-eyed. Well, if my own husband is proud to say that he acted dignified and demented, he won't even make a good face.

The collector, when he tongued keenly and sharply, decided to sleep well dressed to bury his face on the couch with Goron.

Besides, the beginning and end of farting momentously toward a can-can-bark elf group with your mouth shut.

Cullen and the others walked out of the room looking back.

"Though, Klando. I don't think it's a good idea to stand out and turn the Alliance of the Holy Knights against the enemy."

Rudge, who was sitting in a chair and dropping his eyes on the book, gave a gentle tone as he raised his face.

"Nah, man."

"Shannon Chambers is said to be the right-hand man of the saint Bridget. As Liza said, if you regret any of the actions you've taken, you'd better act to reconcile."

"By and large, what is that night..."

"The title Bridget is giving to the executives of his own clan.“ Pawn ”Chloe.“ Luke ”Julienne. Matilda from“ Bishop ”. Speaking of Shannon the Night, he is a full member of the Holy Knights Union. It's not enough to say how many lives you had on the day you were targeted and signed up for a duel."

"Well, is Queen Bridget? Hmm? How come King's not here?"

"They have a virgin faith to the point of awesomeness. Apparently all the crew consists of only a clean maiden, besides forbidding her to hang out with the lord privately. In particular, I hear that Shannon Chambers, whom Klando bought a grudge against, hated so much as a man that he circled over his master Bridget. He was shocked that you touched something important, and he's been asleep. The obstinate love letter blame here is the manifestation of the anger of her men. For now, I'd rather not wander around near the guild poorly right now. The odds of getting caught in the dark are very high."

"Keh, isn't that funny? Always this guy, get it together! I'll teach you plenty about the joy of women."

"Again, all that crap. I don't know anymore."

Rudge stroked the head of the collector, who usually decided to sleep and flip over, several times as if he could fool the child, leaving the room with a thick book in his arms.

"That's not funny. Hey, Pordina. It's booze. Bring the booze. It's booze."

"Yes, sir."

The collector drank. That starts during the day, too. At first, I meant to drink, but with each cup overlapped, Moyamoya accumulated more and more as I felt better.

By the time the sun went down, it was quite possible. Victoire and Dorothea showed their faces several times and gave their opinions, but there's no way a collector with drunkenness could hear them.

I guess I was feeling pretty rough, and the elf kids running around the mansion all the time didn't even try to lean on me.

(That's bad booze. I need to keep this much longer)

There is a little bit of reason left in my mind, but I somehow couldn't grasp the time to stop feeling forgiven because Pordina exaggerates with her loving eyes.

Originally strong enough to be without a bottom, and with the power of the crest engraved on the chest, the drunkenness cannot be turned in a half-way condition. Alcohol restores Immortality Red to some extent before it completely offends the brain.

Almost getting fucked up and continuing to drink even more, Lacey showed up in the room with the look on her mind and told her something.

The collector laughed her story off as he made full use of the power of his brain, which was no longer bored apart. Memories become obscure. Interrupted, on the other side of the last sight, I saw Lacey leaving the room in tears.

The world abruptly interrupted, stretching sharp rays horizontally in darkness, like a powered down brown tube TV.

"Did you wake up? You yadrook."

Michimichi and I heard the sound of the nerves burning in my brain. The collector rubbed his swollen eye lid, staring at Nelly, who was on the top of the Buddha with a pillow, exhaling a drooling, rotten breath of intoxication.

Nellie sighs like she's weary from the bottom of her heart and offers her a cup of soaked water. Upon receipt of the cup, the collector gathered momentum as he fell asleep. As the cold water slipped down his esophagus, he felt cleansed to the bottom of his belly, feeling somewhat refreshed.

"Hangover doesn't stop drinking water."

"Damn, how much trouble do you have to take, already?"

The collector looked indoors with a blurry face as he gallivated his sleeping habit's hair.

Looking out the window, the sun is setting abundantly. The feeling of time is completely crazy. I just woke up and my body is unusually warm.

"Hey, how long has it been since then"

"Already. It's been a whole day. You drank enough to drink all the alcohol from the Mansion by yourself."

"Bad, bad. Ha ha."

Nelly laughed bitterly at her hair on her ear like she was having trouble messing around with her fingertips.

"You can't hate me because you look like that. Ha. So I didn't like this role. Here."

"Mm-hmm. What, another letter? Ha ha, a love letter from Nelly."

"Here, Ra."

"Wow. What are you so anxious about? I'll read it. You can read it, but I want to."

The collector opened the letter handed to him on the bed, and as he ran his gaze, he blued his complexion as he looked. On his forehead, he opens his big mouth gently as he floats a bump and a fine sweat. Suddenly he stood up, jumping out of bed and jumping out of the room half-naked in his upper body.

"Wait. Don't wait."

"Funguru"

Nelly dived toward the collector's around the door. She succeeded in making her slip and fall brilliantly as she stretched her arms and cling to the right leg of the collector.

"What's wrong with you?"

The Zao peeled his eyes as he stroked his painfully beaten face.

"Where are you going?"

"It's been decided. Right away, but we have to go after Lacey and bring her back. What!

Though the reading skills of the possessor's Romless letters were still awkward, the letter was as understandable as Lacey's journey to what would become another realm of magic school.

The period is three years. I don't know what kind of girl I'll stick with her if I go to a place far away from the eyes of the collector. That was unforgivable in the end.

- I'm not kidding. If you leave her alone, the next time you see her, it's not a good idea that Lacey's belly might be swollen. The world is full of bad guys.

Especially when boys are old enough to go to school. It's about her being vulnerable to pushing. I can fully predict what I can't refuse because I'm forced to be bad.

I think Lacey's constant shadow of a man like the tavern kept her chastity at work because until long ago her father Bernhard had been blindfolded by her husband, the collector.

"Klund, you laughed at Lacey while she was drunk."

"Ugh. That's..."

Nellie's eyes glowed with a ruthless light, like when the carnivore aimed for his prey.

Sure, I may have handled myself that time leaving it to drunkenness to hurt Lacey. Stuck in words.

"She was crying. She was so desperate to help you that she talked to you. And you...! Can even my husband keep his chest up with that?

When I heard a good quarrel in front of the door, my family rushed in somewhat. Pordina, who saw Nellie unilaterally blaming the laid-back collector, pops out instantly and ridicules herself.

"Wait. Your husband didn't say it was that deep."

"Then I'm sorry! Pordina, you shut up!

As Nelly shook her hair and let her anger flaunt, Pordina, who was speaking in a calm manner, raised a low, beastly roar from the back of her throat, pointing her dog teeth to intimidate her, turning her whole body's hair upside down.

"... say what I would have followed if I had been quiet. More or less, there must be no wife blade against her husband. My Bel Bella people, assuming that happens, my wife can't complain if she's engraved in a jar. Nelly, apologize to your husband. While I'm being gentle."

"Superior......! Who apologizes or something!

As her mother dog covers her jeans, Pordina never takes off her gloves when she hides her keeper behind her back, stripping her tough, sharp nails from her five fingers and intimidating her.

Now Pordina was poking her tail heavenly high and twisting it to the left and right looking nervous.

Nellie also has blood on her head, and when she leans over her face, her noses are cutting each other's menthes at the distance they touch each other. It was moving into a state of imminent danger.

"Apologize. Apologize......!

"You're too ridiculous about Klund. He's not your child...!

"I gave up to a drop of blood to your husband. I can't forgive a man who disobeys your husband's will."

"This, silly!

"Wow! Because I get it! Stop it, stop it."

My family, who watched as a keeper, went in to stop it. Both Pordina and Nellie are in a situation that is not strange for the first time to engage if they take their eyes off at all, with their breath absurd.

"Nelly, I'm totally sorry about this one. Forgive me."

"Your husband..."

Pordina snapped her nose out of it.

"Apologizing to me won't help."

"Still, I'm sorry. Lacey apologizes to Kittin after him from now on. Anyway, whatever happens next, we have to meet and talk properly. That's all you need to know."

"... what. If they say such a good thing, I'm not just a fool."

"Oh, hey. Don't cry."

"It's not like I want to, either. Yet!

Emotions got high. Nellie began to tear in tears as she covered her face with her right hand. When the collector hurries and hugs him, he buries his face in his chest. You were trying to timing it, Victoire jumped in.

"Why don't you stop wasting your time around here. Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry about Klander, but Lacey left on her own. Guys, let's have a constructive discussion about the rest of this. Yeah, yeah, that's good. Let's do that!

Victoire took the lead in trying to create a bright atmosphere by slapping his hand with a flamboyant face. Everyone who was gathered had a "then so" atmosphere, and the air that was about to be slaughtered became foggy.

"... my lady. Something's wrong with your attitude."

Hannah asked expressionlessly.

"Giggle. That's not happening at all."

"Haha. I mean, wasn't it supposed to take a bureau certificate to get out to the other realm? I already doubt that permits will come down as soon as possible yesterday today. Oh, I knew you were chewing one?

"Well, because. You don't have a choice. If you hear about your precious aspirations (corn) to further strengthen yourself and strive for the next height, what makes you want to support it? Naturally, I thought you had permission from Klander. Sorry! Oh, I'm sorry. I accommodated both the permit application and the roadbank at the moment. You got it! Hmm."

"My lady, Hannah is sad."

"What are you doing backwards? I don't have anything to lose."

"Hey, Liza. I don't know about that."

"Wait, guys. This guy is a lonely one. I don't have one person who can talk to me with a crack in the belly. So to speak, she's the kind of woman I was born to be. Forgive me."

"Sizka! Don't be such a sad consolation. Eh!

"Uh, anyway, I'm coming out. While you're away, please..."

The collector left the mansion when everyone dropped him off. When it came to using the carriage, I needed this again at night. We have to wait until dawn to cross the walls and make our way into the city. If this happened, it was the nature of the collector who could not step on it for a moment.

Would it fly alone if you used Griffon's Grigi, or you can't force him to drive tired without beating the annual wave according to the heat from folding.

And, if so, the collectors rely on nothing but two legs that my second parents still gave me. When Pordina butched the rushed lunch box made by Pordina into the Zuta bag, she retightened the strings of her half boots and traveled refreshingly.

The moon shines white in the sky. Night chills get pregnant and fertile with daytime fever, and they get tangled tightly on their cheeks. Without looking at the women waving in front of the gate, the back of the treasurer was swallowed up into the darkness and melted.

Proceeding north-northwest on the giant lake Crystal Lake, east of Silver Villago, said to be the City of Adventurers, through the only non-combat pact road set up in the "Forest Without Entry", the territory of the Dark Elves, you will see the state of Palation ruled by Count Stae, a Romeless nobleman.

The College, founded ninety years ago by the great-grandfather of Count Stae, who was deeply built in witchcraft, was located in Woodless City, dubbed the "Green Capital".

The Woodless School of Magic assumes that all credits will be completed in a basic, three-year period.

Shortly after entering the school yard, a stone statue of Marcus Monteith, son grandfather of Count Stae, who loved magic so much, looks up at the sky with a magical book in his right hand.

The classes are divided into four systems: "Fire," "Water," "Wind," and "Soil," one class of about twenty people.

The total number of students was less than three hundred and coeducational. Because there are so few humans in the country with magical aptitudes in general, enrollment required connexion on its own, the basics were pre-built to accept anyone, but there were many children of aristocrats and wealthy merchants.

Most of the students have many people outside Woodless City, basically assuming they live in dormitories adjacent to the college.

The women's and men's dormitories had many children of leading aristocracy. The discipline of the dormitories was strict, neither boys nor girls were allowed to enter each other's dormitories, and they were relentless to be pronounced out of school upon discovery.

"And so, Mr. Appleyard. Have a good college life so it doesn't go against the rules. Oh, the dorm will be a basic compartment. If you need anything, come back and ask."

"Ha..."

Lacey was led from today to the living room by the dorm manager of the girls' dorm, where she stood up.

Anyway, the college I was guided to today and the women's dormitory I am in was an unimaginably luxurious building, a creation that cost so much money that the princess mansion I have lived in so far seemed qualitative.

(walls, clean)

Stain free. Crawl your fingers on a white, shining wall. Made of marble, it was as beautiful as new, being so polished that it seemed to show its face, and now I don't think it's over twenty years old.

(Yeah. No, Lacey. I asked Armendra to write me a letter of introduction and Victoire to help me. Properly, I need to train here and get some fine witchcraft and be a useful person for KLAND......!

Lacey never opened the door to her will as she shook the supplied herd blue robe.

"Hello"

Gi, the murmuring noise opens the door. The spacious room has two bunk beds and a desk. There were two pairs of large vanities and costumes.

When I do my gaze back, a wavy burnt brown haired girl is floating her hips off the window pier where she was sitting. She made an unfriendly voice with vigilant eyes.

"What. You, who?

"I'm halfway through this, but I'm Lacey, who's supposed to be joining the college tomorrow. I'm going to be in the same room today, thank you."

"Yeah. Midway integration...... at this time of year. Sounds a lot older though. How many?"

"Uh. It's been eighteen this year. Eh heh."

"Eighteen? Oh, my God, you used to think about going to college at that age!

"Uh, heh."

It is impossible for a girl to be surprised. The right age for admission to the Woodless School of Magic is normal from the age of thirteen. Besides, at this time of summer, it is unlikely that a distant girl as old as Lacey will be the first to incorporate.

"Ma, okay. Each will have its own circumstances. I'm not really the type to stick my mouth in people's affairs, but the more people ask me if I want to go to class, the better prepared I am. They're really the worst kind of people."

"Um, we're going to be in the same room today. I want you to tell me your name."

"... I'm Piyonette Chibo. Was it Lacey? I don't want you to interfere too much because you're going to be in the same room. If you want a friend, let the uplifting fools in the salon take care of it. Me, in the room, mostly because I read books or just go to bed. I'll leave it to you because it's the first thing that matters. Fine!"

"Yeah, but. Because of this, I was able to get on the edge and become a partner. I want to get along with Pioneer..."

"I don't like that kind of familiarity! The discipline of the dorm won't give us the room, so we're going to put up with it! This is why I hate poorly informed civilians."

When Pionette barked in a cute, nervous voice, she slammed the book in her hand on the floor and left the room puffy and angry.

"Uh, yeah."

Lacey sat on the spot as if she were a boxer who got an intense jab right after the start, leaning against the cheats and the wall as well.

I wondered if I could get along with the kid in the same room, I was anxious so I wanted you to tell me a lot, I wanted to talk a lot before bed, etc. The dream was broken instantly.

(Ku, looks screwed...... But you can't lose.)

Armendra told me that the School of Magic has many aristocrats. This way, she's the daughter of a biological tavern and a civilian representative. She is the city daughter of Chaki Chaki.

As I sighed deeply that this was the new snoring I would ask the world, Pioneetto, who soon left the room, came back puffy.

"Why should I leave your room when I think about it!

"Oh, come back"

Pionette declared with a voice still young as she cleverly climbed the ladder of the bunk bed.

"I'll tell you what, my bed is upstairs, so hey. That's all I'm ever gonna give up. I'm not gonna let you like me because I'm about five years older."

"Uh, Piyonette's a good bed up there. Fine, fine."

Lacey began to unload, as if to shake off the odd fatigue that had pushed her to the dock.

After a while. By the time the sun had fallen abundantly, Lacey's luggage had also been packed. Pionette sleeps in bed or doesn't even show signs of moving.

- I miss you. Guys, I wonder what you're doing by now.

It hasn't been five days since I left the mansion. Lacey realized that she was alone for the first time now, because she was flirting with the changing scenery, both when she went to the lake by boat and when she was running through the green forest on a high-speed carriage.

In her hometown, Lacey stepped into the other realm alone for the first time in her life, because someone she knew was around every day.

Oh, I even missed the face of the treasurer terribly who made me decide to run away when this happened. Am I angry? Or are you changing your blood phase and stuffing everyone by now?

Regardless, I came to the college to wear magic and decorate my hometown with brocade, and I was going to strive to be as good a person as I could support my collector.

but the impatience of Piyonette, who is going to be my partner, was more than I expected.

(I guess I was so gutless...)

"Hey, how long are you gonna be there"

"Huh!"

Lacey rubbed her eyes with gossip when she heard from Pioneer, who thought she was sleeping perfectly. All of a sudden, you can't look like you're crying. That's not a little baby.

"Hey, what?

"It's time for dinner. Don't you have to go to the dining room? I'm going, though."

"Oh, I want to go! Take me with you!

"... nothing, I didn't invite you. It's just depressing when you get ugly in there."

Pionette, as she got off the ladder, stood first with Swiss and walked out. Lacey asked the dorm manager to show her inside the girls' dorm as one, but she still doesn't know what she's up to.

Plus, I haven't even met the dorm people yet. Even Lacey, a less frightened personality, suddenly found herself jumping in without an attendant among a group of strangers. Walking alongside Pioneer, she obviously wrinkled her nose head.

"Eh heh. But thanks for letting me know, Pioneer. I almost missed dinner."

"Just, come on."

I hear a raving noise. Every time I slipped through the hallway, the students sent a suspicious gaze towards Lacey. He leads them closer to the dining room, lined with colorful robes. Apparently, it was a system of receiving meals in line and sitting at empty table seats to eat.

"What are you kidding?"

"Yeah. Don't wear robes of all colors."

"Red has a fire class, white has a wind class, and green has a dirt class. And the blue we're wearing is the water class. Because the classes are divided by color. Basically, you don't have to worry because you don't interact so much with people in different classes."

"Oh, yeah - I didn't know! Thanks for letting me know, Pioneer."

"Isn't that Bacca? Just think about it a little bit and you'll see. Besides, there's some purchasing in the dining room, so if you're hungry, you should buy some sweets and a little pinch.

I don't eat out much, so it doesn't matter!

"Yeah, thanks"

As Lacey shook her hand in gratitude, Pionette blushed and shook off. Apparently, she's not as unfriendly as her mouth is. Somehow, I felt a little admitted to my younger partner this year, and my face was naturally welcoming.

"Oh, it's not Pioneer. It's unusual for you to eat in the cafeteria. Usually, I let them take me to my room. What kind of wind is that?

"Yay."

While we were having such an exchange, two girls spoke from the rear of the line. Do you know him? When Pionette looked at the two faces, she made an obvious tannic surface and left the line, returning to her original chamber.

"That. Pioneer, why don't you join us for dinner?"

"I was originally willing to eat in my room. You know the rest. 'Cause if one doesn't like it, I think those kids will come with me."

"Well. Also, have you been shaken? I thought it was unusual for Pioneer to be with someone else, so I immediately moved on to action. That was early. By the way, who is this lady?

"haha......"

Lacey laughed lovingly in front of a girl with chestnut hair who looked fine to deceive the awkwardness left behind.