Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Well, well. Haven't you integrated? This, if you'll excuse me"

Chestnut hair is melody. Poached blonde hair is called jelly, and as the bright red robe showed, she was a student in the fire class. Age is thirteen. From Lacey's point of view, he is far younger.

They didn't hesitate to invite Lacey, who was alone, to dinner and when they found out she was new to the dining room, that's what they tried to take and explain how to use it. Appreciate it.

"It's more fun for everyone to eat. Hmm. Nevertheless, at last, when I wondered if Pioneer had opened his heart again, I was happy and happy"

"Melody! No..."

Pochako's jelly rocked Melody's shoulder and stopped him ahead. Apparently, if Pioneer did it, he'd be tuned in for a reason. Lacey asked the girls across the street with a sincere face when she stopped the fork in her hand.

"Please. As soon as I see you, it's rude to ask this. Let me know if you like. I want to get along with Pioneer in the same room."

Were you struck by Lacey's sincere attitude, Melody retorted and spoke a hobbly tone when she told Jelly to shake her shoulders gently and leave.

"Anyway, tomorrow, if you go to the same class as her, you won't want to know -"

Melody's story was not so unusual. The college dorm was basic to the same room, and Piyonette was alone at this time of summer due to the fact that the girl who was in the same room left the college last month.

There's no reason why. It was a shady fig in the water class.

The School of Magic, as a prehistoric school, opens its doors to all talented people regardless of their family pattern, but the truth is that 90% of the students were of aristocratic class.

Both Pioneer and Mayna, once in the same room as her, were from the merchant class and were located in Minority in the water class.

"Haha. Unlike Pioneer, me and Jelly were in a fire class, but we happened to be together in a handful of joint classes. But after all, we don't often face each other when we're in different classes. By the time I realized, Myna, who was in the same room as Pioneer, had left school. Then. It was when she began to make everyone feel better. Originally, she has a tight personality, and she still feels isolated in her class. Hey, you seem like a good guy to talk to like this. If you don't mind, could you give Piyonette a little eye? Not entirely covered...... Anyway, it seems that Lambert Valier was the one who kept Myna as a fig."

"What's that lambale?

"I'm the head of the water class, and I'm a clan of Counts Stae, the lord here. He also makes a huge donation to his house, this school of magic, and the teachers don't seem to be very strong either. But Lacey, you'll have your own thing, too, so you can't be strong. Ha. Neither I nor Jelly stand up for themselves as a merchant's little girl. Anyway, I'm here bearing the expectations of my clan. It's not cheap to enroll or donate, and hey. It's just the twilight."

- Oh, my God.

Lacey just thought we should encourage her to just train in witchcraft, but she got caught up in this kind of problem from the start.

but there is a sister skin girlfriend who can't keep her mouth shut if she sees someone in need.

"Yeah, let me handle it. I'll protect Pioneer."

If you are my husband, the treasurer, you must have made a promise. Lacey, when she stood up from her gagged chair, lets her slap herself in the chest vigorously.

But I forgot, this is a public dining room. The daughters, who were having fun and chatting, suddenly stared at the unfamiliar old woman, who had taken her seat and made her drum, and then shoved her wrapped her with an indescribable laugh.

- Was Lacey just embarrassed, after a quick dinner, she dispersed the scene amazing.

"Uh, from today on, as with all of you, I'm going to encourage you to drill magic, Mr. Lacey Appleyard. Midway, this is the time of year, but please get along."

"It's Lacey. Thank you all for your patience."

Referring from the middle-aged teacher in charge and stating the words he had been thinking about last night, he was greeted with more friendly applause than he thought, and Lacey stroked his chest down while making a smile.

(Yeah. If you look closely, we all have kids in our faces... I guess I didn't have to freak out too much about this)

There was also a Piyonet-related story last night, and the moment I walked into the classroom, I said, "You filthy end-of-place bitch!" I was nervous about getting cursed and so on, but twenty-two people in the water attribute class elementary school seemed to warmly accept Lacey.

Naturally, among them was the figure of Piyonette, who was in the same room, but she was sitting at the far end of the long table away from everyone, looking out at the view.

(If there is. This, that's it, right? It's a pattern that makes walls out of itself. Trouble)

That's what Lacey felt young for, too, should be. The elementary classmates in the water class are about five years down at the age of thirteen. From Lacey's point of view, it's like Hannah or Lynette.

Lacey happened to be on everyone's question-and-attack about how well she was able to relax here. Once in the wheel, Lacey's silver carriage pavilion saw outstanding socialism and popularity.

Especially for these men and women, the difference between one and the other years was significant. The men, in Lacey's adult hue and inclusiveness, swung the woman as if she were an alternative to her love for her mother and sister.

"Lacey, sister, if you have any questions, please rely on Penelope"

"Yeah, thank you. And then I'm Lacey."

Still, a blonde curly haired girl named Penelope has missed a lot about Lacey when she did it.

Lacey tried to reconcile Pionette and the children of her class through herself if she could, but every time she put her name in her mouth, everyone weighs her mouth, so it doesn't work out the way I thought it would.

The School of Magic curriculum was not so replaceable throughout the year. Seating in the morning and practical skills in the afternoon. Particularly, it takes a great deal of energy every time something called magic exercises, not something that can continue to be released in a row, to devote power to seating.

This didn't come pinned to Lacey. Because even when compared to the same people, Rudge, Karen, Liza, and the best of their kind, such as Dorothea, the duration of the technique that the teachers were allowed to demonstrate was "too short..."

I can't help but squeeze my witchcraft into the afternoon alone. Because teachers and students do not possess magic.

Even after you start attending college, the basics and meals are taken in the dorm dining room. Lacey invites Pioneer each time, but she seemed to have a strong aversion to her class of people and no longer even replied.

"Hmm. I'm in trouble."

"What's up, sister?

Lunch time one day.

Penelope, who was surrounding Lacey and flowering into the story, stopped the fork and asked.

"I'm talking about Pioneer. I don't think that's a good idea, but I think it's a little bit of a way for everyone to avoid it, and it's not normal. Hey, I guess there's really some reason. I want you to tell me."

"Uh..."

Penelope chooses and speaks the words as he chooses, as he nods loudly as he decides to do, when he stuffs the words but turns his gaze to everyone around him.

"Sister. Have you heard about Mayna and Lambert yet?

"Yeah. A kid who quit college and a classmate boy, right?"

"Then it's quick to talk. It was Lambert who drove Myna out of school. He, in fact, cared about Mina, and so he deliberately instigated and drove a few people around him to isolate in his class... It is great that he is a clan of lords that he cannot be blamed for becoming a classmate or for taking such obvious problematic action. He is on a whim and has been out of college for the last few days...... Also, starting tomorrow, it's like they're coming to school. We, too, really had to cover Mina, but if it wasn't for being a wealthy merchant's personality that we could say something to him from his personality, how dare you... Because at least nobles in the realm and no one higher than him is in the class. If you eat poorly, your father will be bothered. All we can do is, at best, turn the carriage back on the day of Marina's exit…"

"What do you mean..."

"Because Lambert couldn't wait to publicly declare that Marina would make it her own with strength on the day she left the college. Now, I was planning on gathering a bunch of squires to grab Marina. We did our best to get her out of the woodless."

"No, that's absolutely crazy! Can't the teachers help us with anything?

"The teachers are all like Count Stae's embrace"

"We, nobles, make little difference to civilians"

"On the contrary, some houses have the air to accept that being seen by Lambert is quite a thing"

"It costs a lot of money just to get into the School of Magic."

"If we can graduate safely, we're going to marry our parents in the right house."

"I feel pity for Marina, but there are things in the world that she can and cannot do."

"There's a problem with Pioneer's attitude, too, right?

"If you get rebelled like that, you'll lose your temper to be ridiculous."

As the girls cut the weir, they smashed the length of their thoughts. Girls from different classes, who were listening around, also went sassy away from Lacey's table as the tide drew, when they realized that the content of the story was heavy.

Lacey was desperately pushing her difficult emotions to death, shaking her body with anger as she pulled her lips together with her blue face. There, a girl, a friend of Penelope's, jumped in with a change of blood phase.

"Huh! Why?

Raising his face from his ear punch, Penelope clung to Lacey's cuffs with a crying look on his face.

"... said Lambert and Piyonette are rubbing behind the school building right now. He pulled out the blade and didn't kill it."

Lacey stood softly at the table, turning her gaze around at the trembling girls, smiling and showing them.

"Well, well, well. Right?"

Happiness or unhappiness. I have experience in rough things. It is also a daily tea meal that I have cut at the risk of my life.

Lacey pulled her shoulders toward the girl who came from the scene.

"Show me where it is."

"Lacey, my sister! We already have a lot on our hands. Let the teachers know first."

Penelope yelled in a yellow voice.

"Hey, you. Did you report it to the teachers?

"Yes. But they don't fit right in when it's what students do with each other...... So, so! I don't know what to do...!

Lacey asks you to clean up the dishes, and when you leave, she takes the girl and tries to leave the dining room.

"No! Don't say that. How did you get that far?"

Lacey left without turning to Penelope's voice, and went.

"Because I can't keep my mouth shut"

In a position northwest of Crystal Lake, there was a "woodland without entry" where the Dark Elves took control.

At a point where humans and dark elves took a long way off the path set as a place where the war was not to be fought, the Caveman persisted in a desperate attack with the brunette demons who stormed.

"Damn, he'll do it, unilaterally."

Behind an inexhaustible forest. There was a waterfall pot that flowed violently off the rock, and the collector breathed a breath on its shore. When the coat is removed and the broken shoulder is exposed to clean running water, the hardened blood melts safely.

As Immortality Red shined white on his chest, his wound blocked as he glanced. You lost too much blood, your head clams.

Speaking of which, we've been chasing each other since the sun was high. To fill my empty stomach, I watered my candles, but I never try to keep the hunger away.

Still, if you are engaged, you can also use fire on your wife. If the fire cannot be used, it cannot boil water, drink tea or broil dried meat.

The collector, as he lowered the Zuta bag from his back, stood his teeth on the hard meat with pity and chewed slowly. I don't feel like I have a weak jaw these days because I was spoiled at the mansion or I didn't often mouth a stiff behavioral meal.

- I miss the pordina.

When I was doing it with Gazigazi, my teeth caught in the strangely hard part of the dried meat and I couldn't take it off. I thought this kind of, spiritually unfriendly stubbornness would never be good.

Yeah, Mend, you squeak in my chest. Forced to chew the dried meat a thousand times and drink it down. When I stuck my hand into the stream of the abyss and washed my face shabbly with cold running water, I felt saggy and calm.

"Brave man. In the meantime, don't worry, the chaser has repelled you."

"... oops"

Hannah approached lightly as she jumped away from the stone that spread over the river plain.

(Chuckles. I was going to go alone. Come after me on your own......)

"Did you come up with anything strange right now? Wallooi, you look great."

"Giggle, giggle! Hey, that's what happened. I swear to God."

"Bravery. Do not speak the name of God by any means. Meh."

If you realize it, Hannah was adding to the offering for the journey, which was out of the range of assumptions. Hardly, it seems that Victoire, who was feeling one end of the blame, had secretly instructed him to go after the collector, but Hannah herself was not going to hide. Among the ships sailing on Crystal Lake, he appeared in front of a light-hearted collector.

"Hang on, Nah. Why are you doing dark elves here? To sharks..."

"That's strange. That's strange."

"You have beautiful flowers right where the station carriage stopped - or so this happened because we're going to the back of the Don Forest!

"If you cross the line on your own, Mr. Dark Elves will be pissed off, too."

"It's all your fault."

"But the brave man's nasty look at the wife of the chief of the dark elf, who was told to leave, seems to be at one end of the blame."

"You don't have a choice. Don't look so horny. You look like a bikini. It's only natural to react as a boy. I was hoarding it! Complain!"

"I don't have any complaints, but I was wondering if the first impressions sucked. Sister, why don't we have some fun talking in the shade, then? The chief was an adult. At first, the brave man suddenly pushes down his wife, even though he cared for words to stop..."

"That one slipped with moss. Yikes. First of all, you apologized! It's them."

"... What will the brave man do to Lacey if he is subjected to physical humiliation in public?

"I'll kill you. Levels to Slash Fine Dust"

"Right."

Hannah sent a cute wink when she pretended to have an index finger.

It feels so fashionable. I was lightly irritated.

"Uh, anyway. Shake them off good things and let's get out of this uninterrupted forest. If we go to the station, the next carriage will come, and we'll figure it out."

"Wow. Awesome. What a zackling comforting word."

"Slightly. You make fun of me, don't you?

"I didn't. Yo. Hannah loves you very much. Next up, my lady."

"I don't feel complimented at all."

"But, brave man. Well. You said you were accumulating earlier, didn't you?

"Hey, don't take your skin off subtly. Don't put your shoulders out. I don't deal with kids."

"Ugh. Hannah is always ready to welcome you about the brave man. It's okay in the front and back."

"That's why he's not interested in Tuluppeta. When your tits are banged up, rub, shake, pinch, and grind your tips all night, and wait until then."

"Yep. It's boring -. Hannah is the official concubine of the brave man. May I have mercy?"

"You're a ghoulish attack without people's eyes. Your brother is a surprise."

"Now, I'm going to do some amazing service. The whore is also ashamed to join the monastery."

"Hey......"

"Hannah's. Why don't you explore the trail behind you? Right?"

"Touch people's cocks on your own. My son will catch a cold."

"Or something like that. They didn't say they didn't like it. Hehe. Cute."

"Ahhh. My neck is tickled, but the important thing is, I'm gutted. My younger daughter blames me for feeling so humiliated I regret it!... and while I was trying to figure it out, my enemies made me look good."

The collector quickly pulled out his sword as he bounced Hannah on his lap. Hannah screams "Geez" small, she's up a spin of creasing and paying off the dust on her skirt.

From the other side of the river, Hishihishi and his impending killing motivated him to take a fighting stance.

"Brave man..."

"What?"

"After all, I foolishly think that it would be better to leave one shot nu here to fight without worries"

"You're still a big guy, aren't you?

As we slapped crappy light mouths at each other, disturbed footsteps rapidly approached. Shadows, twelve. The number was halved compared to when we first cut the tantrum.

The collector didn't want to put people to death for this kind of crap if possible, so it was unusual to add palm, but it didn't seem to work for them suddenly.

If you stare, about half of the number of people who are radiating killing air are injured by a hand or not moving very well. Earlier, Hannah must have done it when she entrusted Shinkansen with it. She was made to realize once again that she still had the strength that the bottom could not know.

"Romless man! That's all you need to get around. Max Millian, a Bona Bona warrior, applies for a single hit to clear up the disgrace inflicted on my wife Rujena!

"Oh. Mr. Dark Elves, you're a leech. Hannah here..."

The Dark Elves have raised their voices and provoked whether they thought a single hit still had more minutes than dealing with the two collectors and Hannah at the same time.

"You've gone, and even if you win, you won't be convinced. Look at that feudal masculinity. I'll take care of this."

"... brave man. Hannah, I've been cumming."

"Just stay there and cum."

"Geez. Now the line is pretty cum."

"About two hundred cum. What do you get when you save?"

It's Hannah's first time.

"... in exchange for a slightly lower point"

"Well, it's a victorious kiss,"

The collector, ignoring Hannah, who was sending Yale as he jumped, stepped forward in a relaxed foothold. The Dark Elf warriors radiated intense killings, but there was a mix of fright in their anger as to whether they had identified a difference in their strength in the battle so far.

The chief, named Maxmirian, was dressed as a giant with more than one hundred and ninety bodies, whose breastplate was far thicker than the collector's, but who managed to hold back his fears and preserve his majesty. His wife, whose collector expressed a fierce interest, also stands next to him with a sad look.

- I guess I did something a little bad.

And I don't even think about it. It was Max Millian's axe that broke the treasurer's shoulder, but he would have begun to be afraid of his opponent, who flatly wouldn't even show pain. Excessive muscle tension could be seen against an imminent collector with an unparalleled gait.

This makes a slight but subtle difference in movement once the battle begins.

If you don't know that winning or losing will be decided in that moment, there was too much difference in experience with the collectors who are slashing each other all year round.

"Fine. That's one hit. But I have one suggestion. It's up to you to swallow it."

"Bona Bona warriors don't fear any battle."

"Well, how about this way you decide to win or lose?"

……

When the collector moved to a less stoney place, he drew a circle with a stick. A circle about five meters in diameter is drawn once in a while.

The collector threw his sword at him screaming "pompous," and he took off his moro skin.

"I don't use weapons. Combine in this circle and lose better if you get your hands on it first, get pushed down, or get pushed outside. It's called sumo wrestling with me and this national trick. You want to take this fight?

"Fine, Romless man! We're on this battle!

Maxmilian's wife, Rujena, openly ho sighed, closing her eyes in a way that combines her hands and prays.

Apparently, they didn't really even want life interactions either. Barbarian barbarians and people, but obviously they are more of a moderate character than Romless people.

Maxmirian is a brilliant body. The body I worked out to work out has muscles like iron bound together. Her abs were split up beautifully against each other and her body was like a sample of a bodybuilder.

but that seemed a little unreliable to the collector. It's thin. The collector has dived into the dungeon and crossed with numerous monsters where public common sense does not work. He's not a yawdy opponent like he worked out in sports and gym machines, but the threat was he couldn't even feel the dust.

The body of the treasurer is no less than that of Maxmirian. Much less light than him, but different densities from each piece of muscle fiber, different sexual roots, different stickiness, different souls.

- I'm sorry, I don't feel like losing.

Max Millian's big eyes opened cuttingly and a lion-like bark broke from his lips.

A voice of intimidation, but the treasurer did feel frightened from him. It belongs to the kind that the hunters emit, like putting out their own inertia by raising their anger. I can't feel the core of my heart.

Then let's take this one and stand as if it's not even a scarecrow. The collector spread his hands and waited for Max Millian's brown giant as he protruded like a bullet.

Come on, come with Don. It doesn't matter any time. Meat and meat bumped into each other and propagated into each other's cells that became waves of invisible immense energy. Hot. It's as hot as holding a fireball.

After all, Max Millian's advances, though intense, did not go far beyond what he had imagined.

Due to the difference in weight, he is pushed backwards with the Zuzu. Dark Elves cheer wah.

But that's it.

The meditation does not transcend the realm of man.

- If it is to this extent, I can deal with it adequately by my own means alone.

The collector smiled toward the combined MaxMillian. I could see the look on the face of the man I was staring at. I meshed my teeth, called teeth, to the point of beeping with my guts, and stepped into the earth with both feet.

I dropped my hips sharply to help the spring in my body.

When swollen, you can see your whole body muscles swelling up.

fierce. At the same time, he put his full strength into both arms. MaxMillian giant. Fluffy and floating in the universe. The voice of the dark elves turns into a sad cry.

Oh, and.

He was listening like some other HR to the beast releasing just like it wasn't his own.

The next moment, the treasurer, who was being hunted down on the mound, shook the Maximilian giant hard to the left to determine a brilliant nuisance.

Hannah jumps in a tall voice. The collector reached out to Max Millian, who was still rolling clamorously, controlling the little girl with one hand.

- It was a fight.

Maxmirian, with a pocan look and stiff for a while, suddenly broke his face and grinned from the bottom of his belly, reaching out disappointingly and holding the right hand of the collector.

It was an exchange of hearts caged with deep and clean souls that only those who risked their lives to compete could understand.