Dungeon+Harem+Master

After resting fully, the collectors courageously proceeded into the midst of a thick mist. When you wake up and start walking right away, you still have a bad engine, your body is heavy. To distract him, the collector spoke to Emmanuel, who walks next door.

"Hey, why did you want to be a teacher?

"Uh-huh. But... only?

"Whoa, that's texty. Nobody stopped you..."

"My husband was also... a teacher at the School of Magic, because.... became the teacher here... after that guy... died"

"Oh well. But I'm sorry. Well, you've been left, haven't you? To the library."

"Yeah... but I, because I'm a lousy mouth... had a lot of complaints coming... and the only thing left was survival. And."

"And?"

"I can see you too..."

and Emmanuel laughed so lonely. You don't have to be clear, she's a freak.

No matter how tolerant the world was to beauty, it was certain that such a person was not fit to stand in public and work with Bella Bella all the time.

"No, you can't. Forgive a suspicious one like me. So, what are you going to do when you get the Book of Mischief? Sell it? Or transfer it to some trusted research institute."

"I, there's no one I can trust..."

Emmanuel fell asleep and shut up.

(She's, maybe, a very lonely person)

My current collector is just like Hannah, so I'm so chickened out. On the other hand, Emmanuel is quite tall for a woman, so when she joined hands with nature, she became like a close sister.

"Hey, Klando. When this is over... Sometimes, I wonder if you'll see me..."

"Oh, oh."

I immediately regretted it while responding raw. Whatever happened to Lacey eventually, I had no fine dust to intend to stay in Woodless for long.

Besides, the girl she's about to open her heart to doesn't exist in the world in the first place. I do sinful things. This is what lies reinforce lies and fit into Zubuzub and depth.

(Jizzy used to say that. Live honestly... It's hard to live like that)

The collector remembered the words of his grandfather, who was annoyed and depressed.

"Mm-hmm. Coming."

"Oh, you're an enemy."

A strangely caged voice of power popped out of Emmanuel's mouth. Beyond the milky shade, he felt signs of a creature for the first time in more than a dozen hours, and the collector quickly pulled the knife out of his waist.

In front of me, there are five red books, four blue books, and three green books dancing side by side crazy. Library Dungeon A familiar bookmonster who is a guard.

"This time it's colorful."

"Red is the fire attribute, blue is the water attribute, green is the magical creature of the earthly attribute......! Careful, in inheritance, these guys, they're going to use magic."

The tone of battle was cut. Even without discussing it in particular, the division of roles between them had been decided. A light-hearted collector stirs up his enemies in the front and ends up with water magic that Emmanuel is good at.

She is by no means incompetent if she was made to move left. Rather, he is in the first-rate category as a mage.

When the Red Book opens its mouth, it releases a large volleyball fireball, the Blue Book an ice column, and the Green Book a bullet of stone.

"Damn, I came without a clue!

This place is not surrounded by bookcases, so you can run around freely. The collector utilized his small and agile physical properties to make these monsters crisp enough.

They are moving disorderly, albeit with homogeneous monsters, without otherwise collaborating. A collector quickly slashes the Red Book and scatters pieces of his body in the void, but he doesn't show any reaction.

Perhaps they are born and acted upon by special "magic vegetables" filled with this space, so naturally there is no room for danger, injury, etc.

So you don't actively run away or learn pain and feel scared. It was also their strength and decisive weakness.

As the collector swung the knife through their center, at the same time Emmanuel unleashed an ice arrow (ice shot), destroying each one.

First, he intensively attacked a flame-spitting redbook. Because attribute effects multiply the potency of hydromagic and strike the Red Book.

The collector jumped onto the Blue Book as he quickly jumped as he watched the ground burning redbooks shot through by one frozen arrow after another, poking his hands in something and breaking the page unceremoniously.

When a bookmonster loses about half of its built-in piece of paper, it stops functioning and is unable to move.

The riot continued.

When the collector prevented the stone bullet that the Green Book would eject with the back of the demonic book that had become the corpse, it was slashed with a gap and instantly destroyed the two books.

"Klund - evacuate far away. … strong acid rain (Acid Rain)!"

Ultimately, Emmanuel's hydromagic burst towards the weak and dull monsters. A small rainy cloud that occurs into the air sends down a wide range of strong acid Shizuku.

At all times, he burned a group of enemies together in a range attack, letting an unpleasant smell like chemicals get in.

"Ya did it!

"Goo."

Emanuel was just tired of a series of sorcery exercises, with his shoulders up and down, but he stuck his thumb out at the collector and let him pose for victory.

That was the end of the disorder. Emmanuel's footsteps, which had hitherto been slightly rearward of the collector, were speeded up. Emanuel, who was about to foot early, eventually ran off. Destination is close. Through the fog, a straight passage was stretched. She jumps in there without hesitation.

- And I reached a room.

Not as large as the earlier great cavity, but quite wide. Bookcases were fitted on the left and right walls, but each seemed to have plenty of twenty meters of distance.

The foot has a long carpet spread unusually over the hairy feet. The color is oddly dos black. Only this room was unusually hot. You can't even relax on your chest because you're wearing tight made-up clothes. I just stand and I get jittery and sweat. The dripping sweat passes through her thin chest and breasts and is sucked into her shirt. It's like being seared by a scorching sun.

The walls on all sides give you a dark blue, compressive breathlessness. but Emmanuel stands first and walks away as if he didn't notice anything like that.

"Found it - finally"

On the front, there was a small desk on which the book was placed unwrought. Probably not assuming that very few people get to this point. Otherwise it was freakishly alert.

The desk had dust piled high, but oddly enough, the Book of Mirage had no dust on it. It is a clear blue back cover, like a clear stream. To the beautiful blue of Zokri, his eyes were taken away, and Emmanuel stretched out his fingers with a lucid look on his face.

Immediately afterwards, the anomaly occurred. Left and right walls moved out every bookcase, as if waiting for someone to touch the book. It's a trap. The treasurer's actions were as quick as they predicted it.

No, and the left and right walls are approaching with a roar. The bookcase sounds and narrows at incredible speed, whether fixed or not, without falling.

A moment of hesitation divided life and death. Grabbing Emmanuel's arm, he suddenly returned to his original path.

Goddamn it, the passage's about to close. This was a nearby trap. Little defense also nods.

Emmanuel is screaming in a tall voice. It was this way I wanted to cry. Strange and unpleasant sound of stones and stones rubbing together. I can't even afford to look back. He's running with all his might, but his legs seem to be pulling and scratching the universe. If I don't make it.

I want to forgive you for not knowing how much, the last time you become a mince in a place like this. I pulled Emmanuel's arm with all my might.

Again, this body lacks horsepower. I get to my ears as loud as a dock and a heartbeat in my chest. My throat was crunchy and my tongue was tense and I couldn't take it off.

And five meters. And two meters. It was critical. I prayed to God. I ran away cursing God. The moment I threw my body out of the aisle, the color returned to the world.

Emmanuel's torso is still there.

That's what I pulled out in a semi-frequent, with total fury in holes that narrowed up, down, left and right. She was crying with her face gushing.

No, yeah, and I made a heavy noise, and everything was closed. Just as there was nothing there from the beginning, only stone walls remained.

After a while I was relieved, from the mist of milk, I could hear the rust, the paper and the paper in contact. Emanuel sat down with the girl, holding the book tight and gazing in the direction of the sound.

"Apparently, that shouldn't be the end of the trap."

The bumpy sound of the pieces of paper subsided, but rather grew louder. It was the undisputed dragon composed of countless books that the fog drew and appeared before the two of them.

Paper dragon.

It is the last guardian to be placed by someone who sealed the book in a library dungeon.

The giant body, well over five metres, slowly advances toward the collectors.

Emmanuel, we need backup.

The collector bravely burst into the paper dragon with his knife.

The penetration is paper. He was underestimated that he would not be so defensive, but unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the dragon on that piece of paper moved quite quickly.

The dragon lifted its huge jaw and shook it down as the collector realized he was approaching. The artifact itself, with no eyes or nose, but the huge mouth that attacked the collector without swallowing him whole, was full of vicious fangs made of paper pieces solidified.

The collector used a knife as he rolled around in a gobble beneath the dragon's belly. It's not just a knife. It's hydromagic. It ran straight as it froze the chosen wound.

A trembling whimper of dragons roared. The collector slashed his defenseless leg neck sharply as he ran under the dragon's belly and rolled out to the other side. Instead of a blood tide, a thousand chopped pages fell apart and blew up.

As soon as he was about to rise, the dragon waved his tail to the sideburn. I can't wait to hit you straight. This body is inferior in power, but the stunning taste is as sharp as a leopard and doesn't even let it touch the shadows. The zodiac jumped and fired a blow from the tail of the dragon, jumping on his back.

I could see Emmanuel getting up and using the technique. The water flow shear wave she emitted (Aquashredder) releases intense water from her fingertips and continues to damage the torso of the dragon.

The treasurer dared a life-threatening rodeo with a dragon that suddenly tried to shake itself off. Exactly, my whole body is just made of books and I don't have any trouble where I can grab it. When I ate into the pieces of paper that were offered to me, I slashed them when I did them everywhere with a knife, balancing them not to be dropped.

The lacerations and the consequent freeze spread throughout the area.

but this would not be fatal. Defeating this, paper dragon, required decisive breakthroughs. The present collector is in a terribly halfway state.

Then there is no way but to buy yourself some time and let Emmanuel shoot you in the big moves. The dragon is holding Emmanuel on the ground as he waxes out a piece of paper rain, not a flame from his mouth.

Paper pieces and ridicule. These tend to slow down movement with great viscosity when they stick to the body at all. It's suicide to stop and fight such a huge opponent.

Emanuel is not a specially trained combat professional, even as a hydromagic specialist. Besides, naturally, the habit of moving your body from time to time shouldn't be the same.

Even though, the limit should be approaching, mentally and physically, using a lot of witchcraft. If you look at it from the back of the dragon, you can see that her move to escape the dragon gradually becomes a slow mo.

The time remaining is limited. As the collector propagated the neck of the paper-dragon up and down hard and moved overhead, he squeezed his last force and stuck a knife around his eyebrows. The dragon's head hit Dosin and his chest hard. You broke your ribs, I can't speak.

I have to give you instructions. You can beat him if you want!

The scene in sight slows down. Severe pain inhibited the concentration of consciousness.

Still, I managed to look up. Emmanuel and I caught sight. The knife pulled out showed off the chilled air. The moment I was unconscious, I swung my body to the side.

Would it have conveyed the meaning put in the blade? Hence, Emmanuel's head rotation was still top notch.

She unleashed a stream of water towards the paper dragon. There is no sharpness. Instead, the water currents erupting like waterfalls wet the dragon's body extensively. The water pressure released from her fingertips was considerable, as the pump car discharged water toward the fire site.

The collector gets zubbly wet, but when he jumps off a dragon, he takes his distance as he rolls. Just waiting, Emmanuel squeezed his remaining power and unleashed the magic.

Ice Hell (Coquitos).

It is an advanced sorcery of water attributes. I lay low. At the same time the world was painted white. Emmanuel's control was one art that was unparalleled and complete.

The white cold air runoff succeeded in stopping the individual itself when it instantly froze the wet out body of the paper dragon.

The dragon's body is shattered and scattered with a tall sound. It was an overly vivid victory.

"Emmanuel!"

Most importantly, the price was too great. She is repeatedly breathing rough as she falls forward while standing on her knees.

For every attribute of witchcraft, it is elementary, intermediate, and advanced, but the human being who reaches advanced is only one grip. Efforts were also needed, but before that, an uninterrupted sense is a prerequisite. In that sense, Emmanuel's power was masterclass.

"That's a lot. When it comes to demonic creatures, I didn't expect to defeat dragon species. Emmanuel, the Stragos who kicked you out can only hope you're too blind to see clearly. If you marry an incompetent man, the woman is only a century-old misfortune. Right."

I heard a man from the other side of the crushed ice cube. As the collector turned his gaze, there stood seven men in grey robes standing side by side.

On the chest there was a large painting of the crest of the Godrum denomination with female male snakes intertwined in the pot. One of them. A tall, skinny man moved forward with Zui.

"I thought it was bad, but let me put the rest on. Thanks to you, it's been a lot easier. I am Garam of the Godrum Order. It may not make much sense for you to remember."

When Gallum distorted his thin lips, he peeled out his white and beautiful teeth when he nibbled. Her eyes were sliced long, thin as a line, and she had a terrible impression.

"Stragos...... kicked out? What the hell are you talking about?"

"This is, by the looks of it, an awesome maid. You don't know anything?

When the collector asked, Gallam seemed to enjoy himself with his hands wide open, moving forward with Zui. Emmanuel covered his face with one hand and groaned small.

"Stop..."

I heard Emmanuel's husband was dead.

"Dead! This is, this is surprising. We have had a lot of difficulty getting the book, so we have had to stick with the lady there and her former husband, Mr. Stragos, for a long time, but the truth is, Mr. Stragos is still alive.

Besides, he himself has given up his search for the Book of Secrets, and even though he is good enough to accommodate the information he gathers and a lot of money, there will be - that she was knocked out of her fiancée, that she lined up the lies she would soon find out and died, and so on! Yeah, I know. The woman delayed the obtaining of the book by scattering in the way of our Godrum in an attempt to reveal to her the phrase that she had been expelled from her fiancée, the nose of her parted ex-husband. Unsalvageable, enlarged, ugly, too miserable a chunk of self-consciousness. "

"Chi, no. I... wanted to stop the abuse... before Godrum."

"She's a very difficult woman at all. You didn't try to defend Mr. Stragos in any way when he left the house, did you? I can't ask for bad personality.

First of all, you were hired into this prestigious school because of the dedication of my Godrum. I have trouble getting the wrong idea. Once you cooperate with us, you betray us on the ground. You seem to have taken us by the hand, but there is a minimum of ethics for any human being. I betrayed that. He's a terrible person. Besides, it seemed like you were going to blow something that never happened and make it harder for our college HR to intervene and get rid of it successfully - it didn't seem to have worked very well.

Because of you, I wasted money and time camouflaging my countrymen into my students and associates. I must ask you to apologize. I'm in trouble, this is... "

"No! I... yes, for justice..."

"Yes, yes. From Mr Stragos, I have kept only one message. Tell him if he ever sees you again."

……

"- Don't come to see him anymore, he said. He doesn't need you anymore. Don't break his life. Say."

Emmanuel's face was pale. She continued to tremble violently as she was frightened, staring at the collector's face with a crying face.

"Either way, I can only thank you for cleaning up the most vicious trap monster. Your magic was troublesome, but now it's empty, isn't it? Be quiet, give me the book of the Mitsumi here, and I'll revamp it and replace the sexual roots, and I'll crush you as a comfort woman in our church, as a tool, won't I? its nasty body. You have extra time every night, don't you? It's called merit."

Gallum said that much, pulling a short spear out of his hips, he must have made a noise and laughed in a geeky and unproductive voice.

"Maid there. You're quite an arm. It's a shame to kill here. I don't know how much Emmanuel's back house hired, but from now on, serve me. Oh, my God, I won't do anything wrong. In this matter, my position in the Church rises grossly. Eventually running up to the Thirteenth Priest is no dream either. Wrong taste in men, you can't take it back. Like the woman there, for example."

Gallum laughed against his chest as he pointed to Emmanuel, who was good at covering his face with both hands.

The six men who were behind him like funny approached him shaking his body and laughing.

"Whoa, Emmanuel! Now that you've got the book, there's nothing you can do."

"My husband gave you priority over you."

"I mean, there's a woman to that extent. Poor thing."

"But don't worry. If there's a god to throw away, there's a god to pick up."

"Your munchy body is here tomorrow, and we're gonna adore you."

"I'll deal with the second-hand woman my husband dumped, and you'll have to thank us."

Emmanuel's eyes are jiggly closed, blocking his ears. As I believe that if you do, all the unpleasant realities will pass.

The treasurer unconsciously took his hand off his jaw as he was messing with him, he said.

"- Though I've been told to shut up so far. I don't understand one thing. That was a story."

"What...?

For the first time, the word of Gallam dwelt in darkness.

"Give me a man's dick, Gucci and a long mouth. In short, Temehe and the others want the Book of Mitsumi. But I'll leave the difficulties to people. When it comes to being able to do it, it's chasing people's asses around like a dove rat, quote, a pussy on parade like a muttering daughter. If you're a man, shut up and stick your cheeks up, and come over, that's fine. I'm angry at you for spinning my tongue. I mean, yeah. It's like a woman's rotten body."

"If you're gentle, follow me. All right, you guys. Raise the little girl there to a blood festival. In front of Emmanuel, I'm going to teach you what it means to thoroughly chop it up and turn it against a man!

When Gallum raised his hand, the men semi-surfaced the collector. When the collector sets the knife in his hand in front of his chest, he slips the ground and approaches the men.

The men lined up the swords they had pulled out and slaughtered them to their keepers. The weapons of the collector are not the long swords we are always used to using. The body belongs to the little girl again. There are too many differences in reach to slash each other head-on to be a battle.

First, take the enemy's weapon. Then that's the real battle. The condition was that the men insulted this one a little bit as a brilliant little girl. There is no law that does not provoke this alarm.

The collector rushed out quickly as soon as he threw the knife in his hand at the man on the far right. A man rushes to play a knife with a long sword. I made a gap and jumped on my leg neck.

I slapped an elbow in the chest of a man who collapsed out of balance. A man let go of his long sword with the feeling of a broken rib.

The collector distance himself as he rolled when he took the sword. The collector ran out quickly. It is a vast space. The men follow without losing sight of the treasurer. This body is inferior to its original collector because of its futile power, but much less agile.

As the collector switched his long sword to his left hand as he ran, he quickly protruded to the flank of the man who finally lined up next door. Break through the thick fabric and the blade slides into the meat.

Quickly pulling through, he now flipped and jumped into the midst of the men chasing him. I guess I didn't even think the girl who was supposed to be on the run would flip. The chasing group stiffened momentarily. The collector tried to make a central breakthrough without getting lost.

I can't handle swords well with my power. Squeeze the pattern tightly with both hands and hit it with your hips. I kicked him in the back leg and jumped. It is amazingly instantaneous on its own. I saw the man's surprised face.

The next moment, the blade was piercing the man's chest. The man stopped as he peeled off his eyeballs with his sword lifted.

As the collector kicked his torso and pulled out his long sword, he quickly approached the throat of the impending man on the right.

The long sword drew out blood smoke and a severer as he chooses the man's throat.

A man falling at the front of his head blocked his path, screaming as he slashed in from his left hand. When the collector flew high using a spring on both legs, he broke the man's face deep and descended to the ground.

The two remaining come towards me with a twitch. The collector quickly crouched down and threw to his defenseless feet when he picked up the sheath of sword that was falling. The sheath sandwiched between the man's legs and his legs in good condition. The man fell off balance and buh down from his face. The collector kicked the man's head relentlessly into his skull with a stiff boot kakato, challenging the rest of him.

The man had lost his degree completely by killing his people in a short time. Naturally. The figure of the collector now is in Akiba. How dare he imitate a girl so pathetic and frivolous that it is not a matter of maids or anything like that.

Godrum is that the girl in front of you is only a joke, and therefore there must be no church soldiers, spires of God, killed without bitterness, etc.

The man attacked with bubbles scattered from his mouth like crabs. It is a head-on stand-up.

It became a bluff from the front. Probably inferior in power. No, in fact, Hannah's primitives copied during the change are universally forged and impeccable, but the collectors just don't have the technology to use them.

The man's blue-white face approaches. He collapsed, trying not to defy the power but to be pushed as it was. At the same time, the collector struck the man's groin with his right knee.

A hard knee destroys the scrotum. Man's face. The agony was engraved.

Jump up the enemy's sword with loose power. Keep your sword horizontal and slip your throat. Zach, red blood splashed on his face.

The collector pushes the man away and when he stands up, he holds his chest and runs to a man with a pale face. The man, blown in complete cowardice, fled toward the gallum, which stood stunned.

There is nothing easier than fighting a fleeing enemy. The collector waved his sword down on his defenseless back when he followed the escape and jumped. The robe was torn diagonally and stained with bright red blood.

On the other side of the man's dodgy fall, a gallam with the look of incredibility was frozen with a short spear.

The collector slowly approached him as he wiped the blood on his cheek with his cuffs. Gallum was stunned for a few seconds, but when he perceived the imminent reaper who swallowed his companions without leaving them, he resisted them as an instinct of life.

He's wielding a short spear so messed up. If it was a calm time, it would be a little better, but from the eyes of the collector, it was a perfectly amateur-like move.

I probably don't understand how I'm moving my weapon. My eyes were barely in focus and my expression was going to catch on and still cry.

The collector stuffed the time at once with his long sword standing horizontally. As he quickly paid off the pointless wiggling tip, he jumped into his chest. It's a little girl's body. Naturally, I saw a thrust in the shape of a thrust from the bottom to the top. The tip pierced deep from Gallam's throat to the nod.

I said something with my eyes open. I can't hear what that means. When the collector let go of the grip, he turned his back on Gallam and walked out. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I heard you fall to the ground.

Emanuel looked at the treasurer and spilled a pompous and large grain of tears. Squeeze up, grab it, and spin out the words.

"KLAND... Oops... I'm sorry... I... really... just have to do it again... miss you..."

"So, you had an untrained previous husband"

"Chi, no... no...! I missed you... my... son."

"You had a child!

The zodiac saw a woman in tears as she stood up on the spot, as struck by electric light.

"Yeah. Baby... but that guy's house had a... inheritance, because I needed one... but Stragos didn't... cover me when I was... kicked out of the house..."

Even though, Emmanuel, who was not comfortable talking, spoke interruptedly of an impatience. Apparently, at first, the couple were friendly in their magical book exploration.

but when she had trouble with the Godrum Order along the way and her husband, Stragos, was injured, she and her aunt were thrown out of the dowry in a way that would grab all the blame.

The plague god...

I got an ass in the name of the house...

As long as I have a heir, there's a woman like that...

She had an important one son, but naturally she was taken up and hasn't seen him in three years. What Emmanuel wanted was not to get back together with her husband, but just to get the book of mingling as a love as a mother, which would at least be a negotiating tool against Stragos. That's what I was thinking. It was just a thought.

"Lie to me... I'm sorry... I... I'm embarrassed..."

"What are you ashamed of? I'm not embarrassed."

"Because... I, I'm gonna lie right away... so everyone hates me... no, no. No more!

"Emmanuel...... Anyway, I got the whole book. With this, my husband is not a ghost. You're gonna let the kid see you at first sight, right?

"No... it doesn't make sense! Me, I've been to see it softly.... He's remarried already. That girl, that woman, she called me Mom! I'm your mom! I had a baby. I can't have you calling me Mom anymore! I was a person I didn't want. If I hadn't found something like this, I'd have been searching all along!

Emmanuel threw the book away crying. Stragos had already created a new family and embedded something else where Emmanuel was.

Yes, her place was nowhere else. They took away my goddamn son and finally took him up to at least his comfort.

- The Book of Mirage is not hope. As soon as it was found, it became the Book of the Devil.

When the collector picks up a book released far away, he passes it to Emmanuel. She threw it further away crying.

Let go - throw it away. Pick it up. Let it go - throw it away. It was repeated over and over again. To that senseless act of quid pro quo, the collector continued to hang out with him, and Emmanuel shouted as if he had finally taken root.

"Why... are you picking it up... it doesn't make any sense anymore..."

"It doesn't make any sense... 'Cause you've been trying so hard"

That's all I have to admit. I thought at the bottom of my belly that I had to.

Give me the book I picked up. When Emmanuel received the book with his trembling fingers, he clung to the chest of the treasurer as he sat down and cried out. Rich breasts are squeezed together. That's what I felt like the very symbol of her grief, and it was terribly vain.

Listening to the scream so that her chest could be tightened, the collector kept stroking her head so that she could be a little girl.