Dungeon+Harem+Master

First, the students were confiscated from their canes and protective equipment. A magician may exercise his technique without the use of a basic or wand.

The wand is a magic amplifier. Expensive, multiplying gems embedded, etc. have the power to maximize one's abilities.

When the Knights took up every tool that was likely to be a weapon in case, they separated the students into classes and tied their hands and feet up in a rough rope so that they could not move.

Everywhere, I hear sobbing voices. Were the collectors servants not thought to be a threat, nor would they be bound by these bondages?

I guess you're willing to let them do chores instead. If incarceration is prolonged, there will be more cluttered work from eating to preparing beds and preparing flights.

Fifty knights is crap to see the number of knights in the assembly hall alone. If you think you have a buddy deployed at the college's key points, you'll have to estimate at least twice as much.

But as the collectors were distressed, the guards are always packing them in front of the gate. The daytime front breakthrough is dangerous, and the Knights, who are immediately stationed in the city, report to the Dj End. I didn't think this many people would be able to get in cheaply without a guide from inside.

Also, if there were too many, people living around the college would be suspicious.

Completing this at the same time is quite challenging. Now, given the current state of affairs, it should be completely isolated from the inside and outside of the college.

I have heard that the teachers and teachers who went to outdoor exercises will not return for at least ten days.

(Normally, there's not much point in taking so many humans hostage. If money is the purpose, it makes no sense unless we make a statement of the crime and pass on the demands to the nobles, the parents of the students. But then the parents won't shut up. The College is surrounded by soldiers so that the water flows from high to low. In that case, it's hard to get out. Sooner or later, it will be known outside that the Knights of the Knights are occupying this place. Or have you made demands already? but when that makes a difference, the purpose is still......)

It's a book of sorts.

It would be reasonable to assume that Godrum is still involved in this one case. But right now, they're not on the table.

The School of Magic is one of the most important establishments run by lords. That is what Eurotia - Crimacos said - is pregnant with the possibility that there could even be a war if humans from other countries took possession and captured their children, even the nobles of the Romles.

- The purpose cannot simply be hardware. Having so many hostages is foolish in itself. The current collector has also taken the knife he made sneak in his nostalgia and is completely powerless.

(But on the contrary, I'm only considered a maid now. Somehow, we need to get their gaps and just let Lacey get away with it)

It would seem heartless, but the possessor was not a completely indelible superman. One of the Knights' physical hips. They're very cautious. It is impossible to escape without hurting one student with all this luggage.

The collector remembered the first time he fought and the struggling mage Peladan. No one is more dangerous than a magician with so much experience.

Given the small number of humans in this world with sorcery traits, there is no doubt that every one here is a "golden egg".

But it will still take a considerable amount of time for these delicacies to be able to operate the procedure correctly. If it wasn't such a special facility, it wouldn't be the first time such a mage would do that.

The collector gazed around to see if he could stir them up and manage a counter-attack operation, but immediately discarded the idea.

(No. Damn. Ah. There are no men left, and the golden balls are being pulled out, and the women are just crying. The servants are more hungry.)

No, you can't. They had all lost their fangs of fighting by seeing the teacher's slaughtered body earlier. Even if we can organize and start a counter-attack operation, whether it's a gathering of immature chicks, it shouldn't be impossible to kick a mercenary who's not a magician.

Now, I have come to this college and mastered the attack system "Ice Arrow (Ice Shot)" and the healing system "Water Healing (Aquaheel)", which is the basis of hydromagic, even Lacey, not even a month later.

(No, it's not about the technique or anything. Not because I feel like fighting -!)

Instead, the servant's youngest sons and daughters they used in their jaws on a daily basis were more solid than the students who were aristocrats.

The few squire stick to their Lord perfectly, making sure their parent birds protect their chicks and keep an eye on their behavior even when they are taken from the robber knights surrounding them.

That loyalty saw a strong will to protect the Lord, who has served for generations, as can be seen from where he follows to such a place.

- That.

The Zodiac entered the enduring battle set-up. When the Knights tie the students up and roll, they give no particular instructions, and only the headstrong talk abruptly.

The collector tried to keep his eyes closed when he sat next to the tied Lacey so as not to drain his wasted energy as much as possible.

And when the time comes, you free up your powers and kick their ass at once. First, the presence of spies made lurking on campus by Godrum is also a matter of concern.

"Shirley, and Hannah. You will always be delivered to Klund no matter what."

Lacey was still showing us about herself, even with her tied up and imbeciled.

Lacey.

Hannah groaned as she slightly bent her brow.

"Well, well, well..."

Lacey, though so good, drops by with a collector and Hannah as she moves her jittery body. I want to feel someone's temperature when I'm anxious. Even as we get along every day, the last thing Lacey can believe is that Hannah and I still seem to have lived on one roof for a long time. The collector held Lacey's head in his chest.

After a while, Klimakos placed about ten watchmen and left the assembly hall.

This location is not normally considered for use in summer as it is located underground in the main building.

The fever cages unusually.

It is surrounded by forests, which cannot be avoided in the continent or in a relatively easy land pattern to spend.

Therefore, the room without a single breeze gradually became boiling hot. Nanaka has the breadth that three hundred students can afford to put in, but the heat gradually increases in density.

The heat emitted by a group is considerable. Even during the harsh winter months when the outdoors fall below freezing point, if packed in small rooms in dozens, that is what makes even a single sheet an unbearable pain. The collector swallowed down a faint black thing that gushed in his chest as he wiped the sweat that had surfaced on his forehead with his flat hands.

Still, it will be bearable because it is only in the morning.

- If the sun rises, what will happen?

The long day of the collectors begins.

"Happy first phase of the operation for now, let's just say"

Crimacos was tilting a glass in front of Godfleet, the thirteenth priest of Godrum in his monk's coat and the tenth highest on the floor.

It's a creepy one. That was my first impression of Godfleet. When I met him at the Woodless Tavern, he spoke to me first from this man.

Usually, beating down such a physiologically unacceptable man, that is, a bastard who doesn't like bugs, without ears, was his doing, but unfortunately, the regiment was running out of money.

Knights of the Horse. I call myself a knight, but I mean - everything was in the store. I'll steal it if I kill you or if I undertake. Do the mercenary imitation and show your face to other countries.

The fundamental problem in making it so was always gold. Godfleet is a snake-like man who doesn't like it, but the reward this guy offers wasn't much of a "I don't like it" thing to the Knights who felt so short of money that they could get their hands out of their throats.

In the first place, it's a collection of stuffed foods that have done whatever they want. The rest of the illegitimate guild hates me from the bottom of my belly just because I broke up.

Those who have nowhere better to go than here. If we leave the herd, they will be targeted and crushed as soon as possible. Maintaining such a group also needed money anyway.

The request that Crimacos was asked of a man like the skeleton in front of him was "Occupy of the School of Magic". At first, I said no. Not because you can't, but because you can't.

Eighty-seven members of the Knights of the Knights of the Klimakos, led by Klimakos, are battle fanatics who spare no life for gold, but if they attack the Lord's facilities, which have gathered the noble children, they will perish once in a while by the 15,000 standing armies who will garrison in the castle.

"Well, don't be so pessimistic"

That's how Godfleet gave it to me was a view of the underground tunnel stretching multiple times from the underground of the college.

This seems to be a "secret secret" now unknown to even the present lord, prepared by the lord, the son grandfather of Count Stae, who founded the College, as a secret exit.

Why, when it came to being able to do so, it was said that the Sympa of the Godlum Church, known for its cults, had countless roots in both the permanent reserve and the college side. The standing guards could only ignore the obvious orders in preparation for the coming decision, but excessive savotage was possible.

It was the chronic recession that had covered the entire Romless that made it possible. The ministers of the Wang capital, the heart of politics, dawned in the struggle for power, and the king tended to be ill and could not take strong leadership.

In addition, the state of Palation, ruled by Count Stae, was a record failure of the previous year. Crops cannot be taken and tax revenues diminish year after year. Soldiers, too, are only as wasted as long as there is no conflict with other countries at the border.

But quite a few people also had trouble with the rice. Workers with functions had to know, and the salary arrears of the lower end forming a corps within the fortified city were now constant.

Still, I won't stop because at least the military had a minimum of "food". In addition, the morale of the corporals who should have taken control of these soldiers was significantly inferior to that of other territories and inferior in all respects to that of Andrew State, which has a wide variety of commerce.

"It's not that hard to slow down the movement of soldiers in this city. Trust us."

Crimacos is not an idiot. Staring at the box of gold coins piled on the table, he turned to Godfreet, a phrase he persistently kept asking foolishly, and finally succeeded in hearing that the Order's aim was a magical book called The Book of Mizuki.

What they religious people try to obtain without threading on gold is often more an authority or symbol that it entails than the intrinsic power that the object itself possesses.

Crimacos was not interested in the Book of Magic, but he decided to take it upon finishing some digging himself and seeing the odds of this flavor as quintessential.

"- No extra flattery. More than that, I guess I found what I was after."

Crimacos stared at Godfleet as he raised consciousness from his long dreams.

"This is tough. I wonder if you're currently searching sharply."

"Tighten the kids up from one end and listen up."

"No, no, if you do that poorly and even scratch an important magic book, you'll have a hundred years of remorse. Now our devout followers are thoroughly searching for a home."

"I guess there's about a star"

"- I sent my handyman into the labyrinth where it is said that there are books, but no"

"What's up?

"I've been erased. Not at all impudent."

Crimacos chuckled damned as he saw Godfleet's remorseful face striking him right in the forehead with his hands as troubled. Quite a few, apparently, interesting ones.

"Well, be my guest. Either way, if you don't have anything to do, there's only one way left. It would be the same in any world"

"It's - what?

Crimacos shook his sturdy jaw violently and laughed delightfully as he imitated scratching his throat with a flat hand.

"Hey, maids. I will provoke you. The mission is to take care of the ambitious us. Be happy. Hmm? Ahem? I'm so happy, Shomben, I'm so surprised! Ha ha!

The Founding Fathers maids (what a Founding Fathers) were forced out of the assembly hall by a man in black armor named Potecon, the deputy captain of the Knights of the Founding Fathers, and had been asked for his training.

(What the heck, this majestic and arrogant stinky, squid-smelling misunderstanding bastard... Koitsu, you're definitely making a difference between crude and wild. I wish I were dead. I wish I could hit my head against that wall there and die)

Potato cones fist the sword that hangs on their hips at the end of the day, laying down a shifting line of collectors maid armies with a gaze as if they were looking at a broken up pork mass in a butchery factory.

Regardless, the soul gall was easier to understand than to pinch its own nose. He was clearly sorting the maids by appearance. No woman here is below Grade A rank when it comes to meat. When he was first sorted in the assembly hall, he was in good shape, but his face was also understandable by the exclusion of unfortunate early twenties maids like Ikedaya's falling stairs in the Kamata March all night.

(You know, I dare to pick that skank. I even had to look at my face, it was called milk and a good ass, it was quite a glamorous body)

It had begun to disappear into existence when Hannah, just as conjured as she looked next door, looked as top-heavy as Nobu. The cheating one. Really, the keeper sighed.

"Um, could you please divide the water...? That room is too hot."

A maid stuffed with chestnut hair shook her voice.

"My husband is not very strong. In a hot place like that, I can't stand it for long without water. Please."

(Ooh. You did it. Quite a courageous sister.)

The maid's voice is up. I think for the Lord by holding back my fear, and I have to say that the heart I desperately came forward with is a great deal of loyalty.

"Mmm. Really? Are you demanding water for your husband? Right, right. I'll prepare my own drinking water from now on. I'm impressed by your loyalty."

"Thank you very much."

"However, I have one promise to make"

"Huh -?"

"The captain doesn't allow the hostages to drink the water. So what we're going to do is this is my discretion. There are limits to what you can do. You will see that we are just rough people, but the Knights have the flux of the Knights, and rarely do we give them a few precious things - that's not how it works. You know what I mean? The only thing you can do is water. You will certainly give the Lord a drink without spilling a drop of that water. Okay? Promise me."

"Yeah, that's enough. I promise."

"Good..." the maid mutters as she wipes her fingertips with tears that have just come to her eyes.

When Potecon looked at it satisfactorily, he ordered his men to carry the bucket in front of him. The maid peered into the midst, realizing it was empty and baffled violently.

"Uh... uh"

"Okay, wait. Whoa. I'll get you a fresh one right now. Holy shit."

"Hiya."

Potato cone exposed what a grotesque strawberry when he turned his underwear, urinating in the bucket looking comfortable.

And just... The light sound of playing beans echoed in the bucket and it happened to be filled with amber liquid.

The man had a very unlikely amount of bubbles in his urine mixed in because he drank too much alcohol. At the time of the medical examination, the re-examination is confirmed. The maid sat on the spot with Petan with her face covered with both hands.

"Come on, sister. What do you know? You don't want the drinking water I prepared for you... Ah?"

The potato cone poked his face over the bucket as he grabbed the maid's head in a grip. The maid has a bittersweet face, desperately waving her wear.

"So, but. This is terrible..."

"I promised. Let the Lord drink without leaving a drop. What's that? Are you going to unilaterally turn it into antiquity? You think you're allowed to do that, huh? Ahem?"

The maid was now pale. Her desire to moisten the throat of the infirm Lord at all has been completely trampled by the wicked, extremely despicable man in front of her.

Besides, the potato con is trying to use the earlier promise as a pretext for making a maid of honor. From the beginning, power relations were determined, and the maids were like rats being slaughtered by cats.

You should have figured that out, but it was her luck that made the request to be put in?

When the maid poked her hands on the floor, she desperately said, "Give me a break for that," and she just put in a whimper that she didn't have to apologize for.

"Oops. My legs are slipping. Ah!

The potato cone deliberately kicked down a bucket with urine, sprinkling the contents around with an obscene grin.

"Somebody do. 'Cause I'm gonna break my promise by crap. Yeah. Come on, I hope the maid's responsibility is determined as the Lord's. If you can't take responsibility for one thing, I think I'll bring your Lord here now to take responsibility. Regardless, the first thing to do is clean this room...!

"Oh, just give me a break...! I'll do the cleaning. I'll do it!

"Yeah. Well, dear maid. Do you want me to clean this shomben floors quickly? Yeah, 'cause of course there's no cleaning tools or anything like that here. Lady, with that pretty tongue, I'm gonna have you lick it all up, okay?

The potato cone narrowed its eyes by stripping out the messy pile teeth that were brown and dirty and could see bugs everywhere.

"Ugh..."

The maid noticed, closing her eyes and putting her face closer to the floor where she was covered in urine. As can be seen from the beauty of the clothes she was wearing, she served a noble brother of considerable height.

In other words, it is almost disparaged by a different species of human being, much lower than the level she has always seen in the mansion. The degree of humiliation is still so terrible.

How much pain and humiliation would her heart have suffered when she was forced to act like this, to refuse even the lowest kind of whore, no matter how much money she stowed?

Still, she moves her face closer to the floor, spilling a large grain of tears. Are you excited about the fact that you let a pretty girl maid lick your excrement, Potato Con was running his eyeballs blood and making his nose rough.

"Help me - your husband"

I won't die as much as I licked my piss. Kanyaka, the collector, who was trying to keep calm by trying to be pointless even when his eyes were poorly watched, blew away lightly just when he heard the magical words.

Among her, the collector saw Pordina in a double copy. Then I can't stand it anymore.

"Hey, you dumb bastard there. I'll do the cleaning."

"Ahem?

The collector let his head poke at the face of the potato cone that turned this way. What, and the cartilage on the man's nose cracked and a blood splash broke out. The man groans pitifully and crouches in with both hands holding his face.

As I eagled the back of the man's head, I slammed him sharply against the floorboard as it was. When the man thrust his limbs in a sea of urine, he eventually stopped moving, trembling into small pieces.

"What have you done, you fucking asshole!

"Now you know what you've done!

"I'll fucking kill you, you fucking cocksucker!

The grumpy mercenaries pulled out their swords and besieged the cavalry. Hannah sighed deeply and was covering her face with one hand.

"What are you doing, just now"

What has interrupted the one-touch situation was the appearance of Crimacos, the captain of the Knights of the Knights in black based armor. Crimacos first glanced at the potato cones sinking into the sea of pissing, glancing at the sword-drawing men.

"Captain, this Amako is talking about the deputy captain...!

"I'm going to ask you what I'm doing. Don't you have ears?"

"That's right."

"What are the maids here? I would have ordered them to take care of the nobles. Now, let me answer that."

"Hehe, hehe. Isn't that nice...! Even if you have one or both of the maids. We have to do something about it, too!

One of my men licks and licks his yellowing front teeth back with his tongue when he makes a blatantly dissatisfied face, as if asking such a thing is out of the question in itself.

"That's right, Captain. More than that, look at Deputy Potecon! My little girl gave it to me. Come on! This guy is going to get paid. He's not going to show the squad."

"- Right. Then I'll put Keri on myself, the captain."

Crimacos quickly pulled out his lower back sword and waved horizontally as he gently rang his eagle nose. The overly bright sword flash slashed the throat whistle of a man who often spoke to the pepper and smeared the walls of the pure white room with a jug.

The roaring and screaming happened to fill the room. Crimacos stuck out his long sword towards the man behind him who tried to escape with a dark eye. When the blade pierces the man's flank, it is immediately pulled back.

"No, why? Ah! Captain, what have we done?

"First of all, I lost to the maid there while keeping the strongest sign on. Second, he tried to block my words and push forward logic. And thirdly - this is the most sinful. He ignored my orders as captain. Death was created by you fools yourselves. You convinced?

Crimacos smacked the face of the man who was sitting in fright as he waved down his long sword. At the same time, he stuck a blade in the chest of a man staring at the corpse of his companion with his sword. Finally, the sanctions were completed with the beheading of a potato cone that remained stretched like a frog.

The Zodiac confirmed with his own eyes the water-renowned skill of Crimacos, and he could not help but remember to fear that this was an enemy that had to be made easy. The overwhelming temper the man emitted from his entire body was overwhelming the others.

The Knights of the Knights of the Knights did not see themselves as very weak enemies because of the strength of their waists and fierce eyes. He let his compatriots be killed in cold blood without any reproach of conscience.

(This man has no waste at all in his movements. I haven't moved three steps to finish off all the men since I pulled out my sword. Instead, it looks like the guys were more attracted while they knew they were going to kill them......! Shit, I can't fight without a weapon)

"Maid, what's your name?

Crimacos has spoken. As the treasurer lowered silently to Jirijiri, he stood low and could jump at any time. Moved next door so Hannah could follow.

"It's Shirley! The kid did call himself Shirley!

About fifteen or six fleshy maids stood up and shouted. The maid made her way to Crimacos to amuse herself and sent her the best loving laugh. Maybe it's the sad survival instinct of a woman who tries to show her current strength, Crimacos, a fetish to increase her survival rate a little bit.

"Shirley. The daughter next door is two. Right, you're sisters. Shirley, follow me."

"If you don't like it, what happens"

"Well, let the women here not remain, but let their men sin, and kill, and their flesh shall be torn apart, and carved, and accompanied by the evening of your Lord."

- Fuck you.

Look at the face of Crimacos. Dos, the blue eyes floating among the black faces could not read any emotions. The treasurer became naturally silent. Silence fills the place. A pin and tense tension drifted between them. It was the eagle nose knight who showed the move first. When the knight first came to this room to represent a human grin on the edge of his mouth, he made a knife with his right hand and waved it in space.

"That's a lie now. I won't do that. I just wanted to see how you reacted. But I was born with a change of heart. In the next moment, it doesn't matter what - that's very common. If possible, I suggest you follow me before you change your mind"

When the collector pushed Hannah to the spot, who seemed worried, he followed the back of Crimacos, who left the room without turning around as if it were "normal to follow".