Dungeon+Harem+Master

When I thought about it, it was a revisit full of discomfort from the beginning. First of all, I can't see the guards that were so strictly past the entrance.

And although the lamp is brilliant, there was no sign of people moving in the library.

The collector, smelling the chilling ice-cold, had intuitively realized that this was something that had to be easy.

Walk like a cat, attack like a leopard.

- Yeah, so let's yuck.

Hannah's body is less muscular than it was originally, but boasts a different level of physical ability. The hands and feet, which looked thin and soft, were neatly fitted with muscles forged out to work out, so much so that the girly belly and thoughts and abs were just cracked.

Secondly, when I stepped into a space, I felt signs stretching out that I'd never felt before, and even intense nausea came in. At the same time, the smell resembles iron rust that irritates the nose drifts muckingly. corner of the bookcase. Trying to hide in the shadows, the guards with their leather armor on were falling to the ground.

"Hey, what's up! Hold on!"

The guards were already dead, although the collectors would hustle in and help them. Smells like blood, which means there must be trauma somewhere.

When I took the iron helmet and carefully examined the neck muscle, there was a small stab wound, around the bonito. If you don't stare, it's a scratch you don't know. Kind of looks like a mosquito bite.

(It's still warm, and stiffness hasn't begun after death. The enemy is close by!

You didn't even have time to resist, the guard's sword remains stuck in the sheath. When I looked at my fingertips, I tried to grasp something or a slice of thin thread was tangled between my fingernails.

It was a small stab wound, but when I put my nose closer to the carpet, the red and black blood stains were pounding off.

Chasing after that with vigilance, yet another guard lay in the opposite direction.

Was this one done to some extent, or the sword had been pulled out. My flank is red and black and dirty. Apparently, it was decided pretty deeply. Naturally, it is desperate.

(Pretty quick. This vibrancy is not a gobbling hand. professionally)

But this is a city under the direct authority of the lord, a magic school with a rigorous vigilance net. From what I hear, some teachers are awesome at using hands-on magic that rang pretty much everywhere.

(Don't hesitate to do that, assuming it reaches this point, there has to be a high return...... Why, it's this time of year)

Second, I felt signs that the air was moving. The collector felt the vine hair on his back total furrowing and rolled over the spot. It was only a slight difference, but something glistening sharp now flows to where it was standing.

Shit. I could see something sharp sticking up against the wall. Arrow. The part of the arrow blade is bracketed with a thread of invisible fineness. Moving his point of view sharply, there was a young man in a robe looking at this one without expression as he turned his back.

The color of the robe is green. That means you should be a dirt class student, but there are too many different signs that you are entangled.

I felt it instantly. The callousness that extended to the attack for no reason without a voice was an awesome thing only those who made murder their everyday possession.

I didn't even have time to get lost. The collector pulled a thick book out of the shelf right next to him, anticipating the man pulling the arrow back on hand. Before the man moved on to the motion of throwing, he threw the book.

When a man quickly hides in his bookcase, he moves to the side. The collector tried to chase him and came forward, walking with the man on the other side.

From between the shelves stuffed with books and the shelves, you can hear the man breathing. I didn't have a hobby to chase after.

The collector quickly pulled through the hair decorations on his head and rolled them out into the gap before the man went on to his next act.

"Ugh!

It is the early work of electro-optical fires. The tip of the pin holding Katyusha pierced the man's defenseless throat. This was done because her arms were thin Hannah's body.

He implanted a critical pin into the man's throat with his fingertips. Dropped blood sticks to my fingertips. A man tried to grab his fingertips, so he panicked and let go of the pin. Hey, I heard a man fall.

The collector closed and put it back to normal when he wiped clean of the dirty blood on the pages of the books that had fallen off in the aftermath of the fight. The borrower will be surprised, but he won't have a choice. Fighting is vain.

I didn't think it was going to be a fight anymore, so I'm not wearing a sword. If there is no black lion, slashing each other will put us at a disadvantage.

Beyond the bookcase. As the man walked around to the place where he was falling, the man had finally realized his fate or had stopped moving with a painful look.

"What the hell is going on here..."

Once, the moment I was about to move away from here, this time I heard a definite woman scream. When the collector picked up the threaded arrow the man was holding, he ran straight in the direction of his voice's hearing.

"What do you think! Where, there's the Book of Mischief!

"We do hear it's in this place!

I saw two men in red robes shoving Emmanuel down the floor and strangling him.

At the end of the fight, the glasses are removed and rolled onto the carpet.

It is entirely the work of outsiders to do this far. Besides, it's a crisis of glasses cool beauty. When the collector was suddenly motivated, he dashed abruptly and jumped at the man who turned this one around.

"Wow!"

Sooner than the man pulled out the dagger, the collector stabbed the arrow in his hand into the man's lower abdomen. At the same time, kicking the man's hips, he cut a dragonfly backwards all the way "Ugh". The effect of the change bracelet mimicking Hannah's body was remarkable. The body of the collector is now as light as that of a bender.

"Damn. What are you doing?

The man saw this one as a small maid when he pulled through the arrows, without bottling and flowing blood. He jumped without any warning. When the collector lowered himself, he saw a quick kick in the water.

I don't know about authentic martial arts or anything, but my body moved faster and smoother than I thought, whether I was copying faithfully on the memory backbone of the body.

When a man punches his leg and neck painfully, he breaks his balance and falls into depression. The collector matched the man's face, covered his head and crushed the cartilage of his nose into a gushagusha.

He threw the man he leaned on aside but either quickly or he released a flying kick at the man who was pushing Emmanuel down.

Without adhering to Emmanuel, the man left the scene, pulling his dagger out of his nostrils and gazing carefully at this one.

"You're not a free maid."

"That's right. I'm a supermaid punishing school villains. You put it on tie, old man. Then, why were you attacking Mr. Eyeglasses? I'll have him throw up."

"Bullshit -! Looks like we got in the way, but it's just fine. If I raise you to the Blood Festival, she'll be quiet and throw up all the books."

"The Book of Mitsurumi?

"You don't need to know!

"I think Temei would have liked it."

The man keeps poking at me with a dagger in his hand. I have a bookcase on the left and right, so I can't keep it wide. There's Emmanuel behind it in the first place. Movement was restricted to nature.

"Get down."

"Huh?"

Emmanuel, who was completely excluded from consciousness, snapped. The collector felt a cold, icy breath on his back and reflexed.

Due to a paper weight difference, a compressed mass of magic was released from Emmanuel's palm.

Sword of the Water Flow (Aquasword). Attack magic of the water system.

The running of water released from his five fingers took the form of a sword, and as he cleaved the man's chest plate easily, he penetrated through the wall behind him to his back.

"Oh, thank God. Amongst others."

"- I was able to chant thanks to you for buying me time. Thank you."

Emmanuel folded his body forward small with his right hand against his chest.

"So, in the end, what the hell are these guys? I've been involved enough already. You must have the right to listen."

Emanuel wrinkled and distressed between his eyebrows with his first bitter expression when the collector stuffed him.

"They are... probably... the Godlum Church... very heretical in this country... just like me... looking for a book full of... in this library... sorry. I don't... I don't like talking"

"Godrum Church! Seriously."

"Seriously, seriously."

"Oh, my God, that's light."

The collector swallowed his saliva as he saw a man whose chest was slashed and desperate. That crazy assassination denomination wouldn't hesitate to put their hands on people or anything.

And if they are a magic book that goes on to be so bloody eyed and searching, it was presumed to be of considerable value.

"You can take your time. I'm going to ask. Speak at your pace."

Emmanuel stared at the collector with his innocent eyes like a girl, really slow, but told him what was going on.

Emanuel was originally a graduate of this School of Magic and a teacher of water-based magic. but she is a tremendous mouthful as she realizes herself.

Apparently, he was dismissed by a storm of complaints, although he was assigned as a teaching profession, and replaced by a librarian.

My husband and I had died a long time ago and she had been struggling for years to find the legendary books that her husband had been searching for in his lifetime.

"So, is that why you've been doing gasagoso since daytime? In the first place, is this library that historic?"

"It has been remodeled several times, but it has been since the establishment of the College, so it should be nearly a hundred years"

"Oh, it's an old thing."

Emanuel picked up the falling glasses and in the evening he moved to the bookcase where he was tightly restrained to try to retrieve the book in his hand.

"The Godrum ones. Perhaps in the course of my husband's gathering information for exploration, he noticed the existence of a book of miracles..."

She lay down her face as soon as she got there.

"That's it. What's a book in the first place?

"- It is said that the curse allegedly exercised by the God of Water is described. None now, the treasure of high elves. They say if you can get it and use it, you deserve a million soldiers."

"You're lying. That's too good."

"I'm not lying. Now, in the Ancient War, the High Elves used five curses to bury a million Demon Armies overnight. That may be too exaggerated, but if you get the book, it will definitely be of great value. I... don't want to give it to the Godrum guys."

"Emmanuel, you..."

"My husband, in the course of his exploration... was killed by the Godrum ones... so..."

Emmanuel raised his face as he inserted the book into part of the bookcase. There, the atmosphere was not dusty, and the temper was regarded as similar to that of killing. As her fingers pushed the back cover of the book firmly into the back, several bookcases in the library moved automatically as she made a ferocious noise as soon as possible.

Ooh, ooh, the noise is deafening. The bookcase finally stopped moving, trying to expose some of it. There appeared a door that was usually hidden and invisible in the book.

"I wanted to find this. So he was doing the pay-per-view magic... and the guards, they poked him there. So when I raised my voice, no one asked me and I didn't come. Sorry, I think."

"Maybe the book and what it meant......!

"Wow, I struggled"

During the day, the deeds she saw were not meaningless. Emmanuel kept looking for a place to plug in the key in order to find the secret entrance where the book was hidden.

The door was filled with dust and mold, whether its presence had not been recognised for a long time. As she pushes open to the door without hesitation, she turns her gaze to the collector as she explores.

"I was just asking... I'm really, really sorry. But this..."

"I'm coming too."

Emmanuel opened his eyes to his surprise and shook his hands sifting beside his face.

"Nanaka, it's dangerous. When there were many monsters, it was in the books. Not a girl like you."

"I'm sorry, but if you ask me Godrum, I'm not another HR. They drank a lot of boiled water. If there's such a dangerous book, you shouldn't give it to him anyway. Right?"

"The seal was unsealed. Even in disguise, maybe, it's just a matter of time. Among the students, I have infiltrated a lot to find books."

"- All the more so, then. Let's go, Emmanuel! Let's go explore the dungeons."

The collector pushes Emmanuel's back down a staircase that leads to the basement in a whim.

"I thought... Klund was... younger than you, Namaki"

Right beneath the Academy, there was so much breathtaking space that I thought I'd dug this many great cavities.

Slowly descend the long long stone steps. Obviously, it's an artifact with people's hands in it. Emanuel moves forward cautiously by securing the light when he takes the lantern out of the cloth bag he was in charge of, whether he intended to attack the dungeon from the beginning.

Down the stairs, there was an unusual sight, lined with vast bookcases.

"I can't see the other side. I'm going crazy."

"Think normally, there's a magic barrier up there for bandits. It's also natural to mess up your sense of distance. Clando... not really, his own eyes... don't trust me"

"So, Doctor, do you have a star of sight on how to proceed?

"Guh."

Emanuel made a grip and protruded forward, picking his thumbs up. Big tits that are going to spill from my chest tremble plumply. Apparently, the bottom line is complete.

Walk down the aisle with an infinite number of bookcases and bookcases, looking like a map. The collector, curious enough to pull the book out of the bookcase and look at it, turned his eyes round and threw it away.

"What the hell. Disgusting!

The book was painted black with ink and had no original meaning. Then I'll pull it out from the next to find out, but all of this was black as well.

"Those look like books, not books. It's just a magical object."

"Go ahead."

As she sighed and sat down, one swinging knife was offered in front of her.

"What about this guy?

"- This place, because the monsters are nasty. You, too, in the round hips, are dangerous. Sorcery, can you use anything?

Emmanuel asked, tilting his neck. Regardless, the only thing a collector can do is play meatball.

"No, not at all. I'll borrow it. Thankyou."

"The knife contains the magic of water. Much more powerful than normal."

"Ugh. A magic tool! Let me make the most of it."

"All this time, I've been thinking... that Klund... could behave or be wordy... Oh no... you look so cute... you have to do it right, man."

"Uh."

I almost forgot, but the figure of the collector is inspired by Hannah, a beautiful girl. I didn't really care because Emmanuel is too freaky, but from her perspective, the material waist of the current collector seems odd. After that, I thought I'd be a little careful.

"I get it. Decent in public."

"Me, me"

"You're good. Mendoxy."

"I was a teacher for once. gendered, but also on the teaching side of the College"

"Fine. At a time of public and private confusion, I was qualified to preach to people."

"Soup."

"Well, no. For now, the basics of adventure are walking. Come on, let's go."

The collectors began to walk in silence. With his daily dungeon offense, he's used to walking like an idiot, and Hannah's body, a plain body, was just young and healthy.

As time went by and I forgot to keep walking, first of all, Emmanuel's speed or decline began.

(Well, I don't know, Hilda. 'Cause I was fine for a couple of days. Mostly.)

Incorrect on the assumption. The adventurer's brain walked so well that the notion of time was said to be extinguishing. Emmanuel also had only determination, but strength alone could not have acted on an equal footing with the Superman who was living an inhuman life. She made a give-up declaration some time later, and the collectors, between the strange bookcase and the bookcase, decided to camp.

In the meantime, I pulled a meaningless book out of a bookcase around me to create an impromptu nest. It is a vast space. I don't know where it came from, but there was quite a stream of wind.

However, if the book is loaded and enclosed in all directions, the air will be blocked and the cold will not be felt. The season is summer, but the underground was cold enough to give me goosebumps.

"This is how we build a wall that blocks the air. So, on the other hand, I open it a little bit. Look, you see the front."

"Yeah, convenient"

"We can't do anything about burning here. The book will not come cold on the ground if it is thus chiseled and laid on the floor. Yeah."

"Amazing, know-it-all. Clando is... a maid... and yet I can count on you"

In the camp, it was imperative to set fire to it, whether it was in the middle of summer or in the middle of winter. At night, even in the middle of summer, it can be unusually cold, and seeing fire can bring peace of mind.

Also, the objectively myriad of books around us were very helpful this time around. In modern times, even the homeless strive to avoid staying on the streets in a row. Because the cold surely erodes the body. That's how lethally cold it is to sleep directly on the ground.

If it's two days a day, laying low in the mountains won't hold up much, but when this is a day in a row, it will surely take away your strength. The collector knew that in his adventurer's experience.

Emanuel had tools available in anticipation of the dungeon exploration, but many were slightly off target if he saw and heard the contents. First of all, there is abnormally little moisture in hand. This was the worst.

Assuming a long journey or battle takes place, the amount of moisture needed by humans is from a few to a few dozen times the normal amount. If you move, you'll sweat, and you'll need excess salt. People don't have to eat solids for ten days or so to move, but if the water runs out, it won't last three days first.

It also had to be said that exploring places where it was not known whether there was a water field in this way was quite harsh. When the collector frankly told Emmanuel about it, she answered with a tenacious chest, leaving it to her.

"I'm a water magician. In water...... much more expert than Klund...... I have an idea."

She says that magic allows her to know the water vein beforehand to some extent, and even poor quality things that are not suitable for drinking are not a problem because they can be purified by surgery.

Since none of the fellow collectors were good at hydromagic, it was as if they did not know anything about it. The collector honestly put out his tongue "I'm sorry" and apologized for his unknown, meeting his hands with each other's chancellors to make up, and decided to take turns resting.

Because it is almost wild, a chisel is sleeping on a piece of paper laid down. For the collector, the sleepless number is something he's used to. The only thing is that if you're anxious, you don't have a powerful partner, the Holy Sword Black Lion, but you have to manage to fold it up there.

Emanuel, who takes off his glasses and sleeps round with a handpillow, looked so innocent and at ease that he looked younger than himself.

"Cute. I mean, I feel like I shouldn't, and I'm gushing right now"

Until now, he was a keeper of quiet (equivalent in reality) as if he had been castrated, but because of feminization, the invisible lust was more bulging for lack of presence.

"I don't know... I want to sicco, but the fact that I don't exist is another applause for cravings... I don't know why, that's crazy. The Ikenai part of the girl feels subtle. Hmm. Airborne irritation. - So, it'll be a little bit good."

I saw an unprotected Emmanuel while doing a ruptured sayings. Somehow, it's awesome. Neither would she be more alert if it were a man by her side like this, but now the collector looks just like Hannah. Naturally, threats such as being hit with sexual desire are outside of consciousness.

Glossy hair is disturbed and white noodles are revealed. Even if you lie down, your breasts don't lose their elasticity and claim to exist as tense dots or slime kun. So I decided to rub it.

"Whoa, crap... What, this disloyalty"

Emmanuel has a painful look on his face as he speaks like he's hung up. While the collector was touching me, something pointed to my fingertips caught me. It's an important part of her. A little, touching.

"... what are you doing, I... Besides, it remains a woman's body. Something, vain."

And, while good, the collector secretly handled his own troubling feelings.

"This situation. This excites me."

Only time passes, even as I fall into self-loathing.

"By the way, I cleaned your hands with precious water and wiped them with a book page. I'm an idiot."

"There's a lot of clandestine,"

"Excuse me."

(Nothing happened last night. Nothing happened. All right, self-brainwashing is over)

When the collector sank light sexual harassment into the depths of his deep psyche, he resumed his exploration with what he did not eat, as if nothing had happened.

"Whoa! What the hell."

Appearing before the collectors without a foretaste was a huge book that was as good as a big dog. The book opens and closes the page as if it were a tense elementary school student, bouncing around with piompion. The sound of the dried pieces of paper was ringing lightly.

"Take care...... maybe a bookmonster. of this labyrinth... Keeper"

"Enemy at last."

When the collector took out the knife borrowed from Emmanuel, he confronted a stand-up trio of bookmonsters. I have a bookcase on both sides so I'm not so free to move. We have to fight because of our position.

While doing so, Piong and the Bookmonster came under attack. The collector shook the knife reflexively and slashed the back cover. Make a crisp noise and the bookmonster takes the distance.

"Ah."

I thought I'd gone away, and suddenly I hit my body. It's not that destructive, but it hurt so badly because I was alarmed and bumped around my hips.

That said, it's not as shocking as getting hurt or breaking your lumbar bone. That's about the extent to which they threw a giant encyclopedia from nearby. Taken plain damage.

"This whoa!

The collector screams and wields the knife, but the bookmonster continues to flicker in a glorious motion. That's what I hate about you again.

He is break-dancing on the floor as he opens and closes his small mouth. I was totally ridiculed.

"Stay Away - Water Stream Bullet (Aquabrette)"

As Emmanuel pressed the head of the collector, he stretched his fingertips and released a chunk of water toward the bookmonster.

A water polo launched continuously with a pompom turned into a wet mouse as soon as it hit the bookmonsters that were bouncing around. As soon as possible, their movements were dull.

"Now, whoa!

The treasurer quickly slashed into a book monster that stopped moving. It was true that the knife was covered with magic.

After the slaughter, the bookmonster froze in an instant, bouncing and dispersing.

"Yay, yay! Seriously, that's amazing, Dr. Emmanuel. It's not just horny."

"Bu."

Apparently, a water knife, when activated successfully against an enemy, can have the effect of freezing it. With a scattered aftermath, the area is limp, making it comfortable and a stone's throw for a body lit by battle.

"All right, Don, let's move on!

"No... not that way"

"Is that it?"

Nevertheless, the path is left to Emmanuel's map. For as long as it takes, the bookcase won't be shifting, so if I walk this alone, I'm going to have a Gestalt collapse.

The collector repeatedly twisted and went straight at Emmanuel's instructions "that way" and "that way". Pinch enough small pauses per hour. Because if you fly too much, you won't have the strength to finish.

Take plenty of time to chew the sweets Emmanuel gave you. My usual body would go in with a bite, but like Hannah's body, I can only bite it off a little bit.

"Morumumumumum"

"Cute."

I was stroked in the head to see if moving my mouth hard got in my bump. Somehow, when I was doing it myself, I didn't care, but my hair unexpectedly collapsed.

- In the future, let's refrain for a moment.

I was often noticed as a woman.

Resting or walking repeatedly, he suddenly went out into a vast space, without a bookcase.

The surroundings are wrapped in milky mist. There's no day or night here because it's underground for now, but it's been about ten hours since I took my hypnotic sleep earlier.

I didn't even see the shadow of the Godrum Order behind me, which I thought would follow me exactly.

"Through here... we reach where we were aiming..."

He said, "There's a whole book there." Even so, it was pretty light "

Emmanuel desperately denied the words of the collector as he sifted his neck to the side.

"It took a hell of a year... to decipher an ancient document and... set the route... Don't lick it, don't"

"Oh, yeah? I'm sorry."

In a spacious place, it is not human-psychological relaxing. So before rolling out into an infinitely equal square, I decided to take my last break.

The collector instinctively felt something to wait for in the indifferent mist as he kept his back on the simple tortica he had built with his books, and tightened himself.