Dungeon+Harem+Master

It rained like a waterfall. Each other's health has already come to its limits. No, it was more of a disadvantage to Crimacos just for eating Lacey's magic by Moro and being slapped by the school building.

The collector stuffed Jirijiri and the intermission with the blade standing in front of him. My feet are guzzled with mud.

Every time I come forward, my half boots sink heavily into the muddy sea. Crimacos retreats in a desperate phase as he opens his eyes. There, there was no more of a man who was enjoying slashing each other.

The fierce momentum narrows my sight with pouring rain. It stayed jiggy but hot to burn all over my body. The injured body begins to scream. I came forward consciously.

Crimacos ran out unexpectedly. Try to chase the collectors and go together. A kicked up mud danced, descended on the trees, but quickly washed away by the rain and disappeared.

The collector was younger than the crimacos, and there was an out-of-popular flesh. endurance, mindfulness, along with winning. In addition, the collector is the type of person who has shown true value since being cornered by the critical. In comparison, Klimakos was showing a lot of wolves like he'd never fought for his life with someone stronger than himself.

The trees that were burning everywhere and the fragments of the building materials have quenched fire and become cold.

Too much time had passed or many footsteps approaching with lights from afar could be heard breaking through heavy rain feet.

As soon as possible, the look on Crimacos's face caught on. The escaped students brought back the castle soldiers. If this happens, there's no chance left for a man who's hurt and lost his strength to escape.

The collector was slaughtered barking. Crimacos quickly pounce back when he bounces back the long sword of the collector. The cutting tip slightly blurred the tip of his stomach. The meat is severely cracked and the brain boils in pain.

The agitation takes away even more physical and spiritual energy. Crimacos is already leaning against a tree lifted from the roots, spicy enough to hold the sword.

The collector stuffed the distance further with a cold eye. It was Crimacos who went on the offense first.

It's an unmistakable slaughter like you've outdone the rest of your power. When the collector struck back to soften up, he took a step forward, inviting him. Crimacos have been riding easily to see if their judgment is diminishing already.

When fatigue accumulates extremely, the human ability to think is severely reduced, sometimes making it impossible to even add one digit. The spirit is wrapped in heavy mist, and everything becomes a throwaway bowl.

Everyone is fighting against themselves. Only those who can beat themselves can fundamentally win the battle against the enemy. In order to grab the crown, sometimes ferocious greed and saints also need a blue-blooded sense of self. In a critical state, man's spirit becomes what God took.

As Perth of the world clenched in the palm of his hand, he is pushed and shrunk. In a cloudy world, the collector went further and swung straight down, trying to take charge of the long sword.

Kan, and the hard noise rang, and the spark scattered. Zubuzub and even the ankle bury in the mud.

If you notice, Hannah had directed and made the knights and churchmen dig holes back to this vicinity.

Near the deep hole is a corpse of a man who has stopped moving rolling. Crimacos is taken off his leg and falls. The collector jumped up and was slashed, but Crimacos took the sword horizontally as he knelt. We're tired of each other. The possessor poked his ass cake with a shock, but Crimacos can't go into pursuit because he can't keep breathing. The rain gained even more momentum. Everything becomes obscure.

"Oh, oh!

Crimacos, who developed a rash, waved down the sword placed on the upper stage as he screamed.

- I was waiting for this moment.

The collector quickly sucked the rainwater and removed the heavier coat, throwing it over Crimacos' face.

Was it unimaginable, Crimacos waved his sword without darkness and stuck his coat.

At that moment, my vision was blocked. Like a leopard attacking his prey, when he dropped his centre of gravity and deflected his body, the collector kicked mud thoughtfully with the force in his hind legs, high, jumping higher than ever before.

The collector's long sword was sucked into Crimacos' left shoulder as it fell diagonally sharply. Zhu Line ran from his left shoulder to around his chest. Fatal injury was an inevitable blow. Blood tides splashed dot, and Crimacos fell in the mud. The scream got tired of the dark night.

The collector dropped the long sword held with both hands vertically toward the relentlessly fallen Crimacos. A roar sounded like a miserable dog raising it, and it lingered in my ear forever.

No shard emotions were left, and the long sword was implanted deeper, deeper, deeper. When the cutting-edge reached the mud, the collector went into the spot and stopped moving.

It's sweet to not see too well in the dark. The sea of mud will drink up without leaving any spilled man's blood, and it will be erased.

Doyadhya and the guards approach with a pine light.

When the collector finally got up from the spot, he put the dirty coat on the body of Crimacos, who stopped moving with the mud, and left the spot with a foothold that would hold.

In conclusion, Lacey was expelled from the School of Magic. I don't care why. As a result, she allowed her husband, the keeper, to stay in the women's dormitory, which was forbidden for men, for nearly a month.

Although it is true that both couples have done much to repel terrorists in this case, it was by the school director's ultra-scrupulous opinion that "it, this is this".

Somehow, something called a wall of rules in the world was truly intelligent. Teachers and students, regardless of whether they felt thankful that the collectors had saved their lives, were pneumonic to conduct a signing campaign, but there was also the acceptance of Lacey's own expulsion recommendation, which was a tear breakup.

As a result, Lacey's books are permanently written off over the School of Magic. The collector stopped worrying because it was Hundred Per's own fault, which was quite troubling, but nothing could be done. He's a terrible man but the speed of switching is one of his few advantages, so eventually someone will show up to admit it.

"Ahhh."

"What are you doing, brave man?

"It's a balloon."

When the collectors left the city of Woodless, again, they were staying overnight at Cheap House like the day they had just arrived.

It took too long to pack and greet, so I missed the last flight of the station carriage.

It is now night. Since it is the lowest inn where you can't even eat, naturally the meal was to be eaten in a cheap tavern outside. The collector and Hannah had just ordered while leaving and picking up the place before Lacey.

Whether it was shabby or not, the collector was comforting himself with a piece of cheese. That look isn't sunny anywhere. Hannah laughed lightly with her grown-up face like she was a troubled person.

"Oh too. If you're so worried, you should apologize."

"So, but hey. Lacey hasn't touched anything. On the contrary? How about"

"Ooh, ooh! That's why Lacey, you seem somewhat uncomfortable. Nothing, there's no law you shouldn't apologize for being your lords. Instead, I think Hannah is more manly and lovely to be bashed in on her own nonsense."

"Oh, yeah?

"Yes, yes. So."

"Then rub your head on the ground with one shot in here and pepper your shoes."

"No, no, you don't have to do anything that much. Brave man, are you a brave man?

"I don't know. I think I got hit too hard yesterday..."

"Somehow, I feel sorry for you"

"Pity. But, yeah. Oi, seriously. Hmm?"

Snuggling with Hannah, I heard men and women fighting through the entrance to the tavern. Lacey was entangled in two drunkards when the collector gave her a glimpse of her face thinking, "Oh, my God.

"Ya. So, no! Get off me, too."

"Hehe, hehe. Don't hate me so much. Um, I don't think I can make you smell good."

"You're right, brother! We're rich. Don't make me look bad."

"Oh. Lacey, are you still a bad man, Whee? Maybe there's something out there that will attract third-rate lords. Chira."

"Hey, have you had any bad personality lately? In my country, that kind of maid is a refresher."

"Hannah doesn't even understand what the brave man says."

"Damn. If you don't be a good girl, you're not gonna adore her."

"Oh, that's Ya"

"Well, wait a minute. I'll clean the garbage."

"Welcome aboard -"

Hannah pretends to be a white handkerchief, bluffing her legs on a tall chair and tilting the glass gracefully. Having had trouble thinking about everything already, the collector took a crowding start to get things done in one piece.

(Ugh... You haven't cleaned the floor here at all. Why is my pubic hair falling off? Later, let's make dinner difficult and give him a discount. No, I don't mind for free. I knew it was bad for free, so for a price like free, why am I endlessly thinking this crap...!

"Ola, Ola, Ola!"

"Ngu!

The collector raised his hips and released a drop kick at the sight of a drunk with a tall cheekbone as he ran out of the daddies. The poacher's kick pierced the man's chest, making a boggly, rib-breaking noise and throwing the garbage outside.

"Ah, Klund!

"Hmm. Hey, you shouldn't get tangled up right away. Tata."

"Mmm. I'm sorry."

Lacey hugged me as I dyed her cheeks with a relieved look. As the collector was tasting the feel of his chest as he drew Lacey's thin hips, the other tangled man left yelled at him with a bright red face.

"Ahhh. What the fuck! What the hell? Well, good morning! What did you do?

"Russai. Go away, you dickhead. Temei Nana is supposed to be like this after buying an easy whore and getting sexually transmitted... or dying alone, bored under a river plain bridge"

It was too specific a suggestion. So when the slightly fat guy (named Michelin Man) swelled his face up like a fugue, he grabbed it.

"Nan Yuan. Oh!

"Speak your language. Speak your language."

The collector kicked the Michelin man in the face just wondering if this was still the case as he drew his legs as far as his chest was concerned. On the sole of the shoe, the feeling of the man's parts crushing all the time ran.

The Michelin man got a few broken front teeth, crawling around not much of the severe pain, stuffy, and eventually ran away crying.

"Damn, it's a just victory"

"Oh, too, Klando. I never got that far..."

Yet Lacey blushes her happy cheeks and squeezes her face around the chest plate.

- I can. At this time.

When the collector made up his mind, he decided to make up his mind and communicate his will.

"You know, Lacey. I'm sorry about everything."

"Huh..."

"Don't listen to you at the Mansion, it's terrible. Yes, I did. It's my fault. Forgive me. Plus, you dropped out of college because of me. Try to fool you and stay with me forever."

"Yeah. Fine, it's like that"

"Fu! Oh, come on. That's..."

"Oh, no, it's not. But I was really, really happy when I found out that Klander had been by my side the whole time. Well, I wanted to learn magic, but I really wanted to help Klander. Me... I'm uneducated, I was born vile... I'm not a nobleman, I don't learn... I don't have a system to rely on... whenever I could, I couldn't help Klund, and that was hard, it was painful.... so I took the liberty of leaving the mansion and worrying about everyone... I've been waiting for Klan to pick me up every night while I keep doing that. So when I found out that Hannah and Shirley... you came by, I was just a little relieved and so sad. Leave the house on your own and you're on your own like this... so when I found out you were always there for me, I was happy... I was happy..."

"You know, I don't know if I remember. Let me tell you something. When I arrived at Silver Villago alone, you were the only one who welcomed me gently into the wild dogs. Uh, I've been a woman for a long time. They all go somewhere sultry when it matters. I gave up on that somewhere. But you weren't. There it is. Eat me dinner, change the sheets of the bed without complaining. That way, you're the only one who's been nice to me. Nobody, it's just Lacey. So don't go anywhere. I want you to stay by my side all the time. Hi... I'm not very smart, so I'm better than this, no. Sorry...... sorry"

Tears swelled up and spilled from Lacey's black eyes. As the collector silently drew her in, the applause just cracked from around her came down like rain.

"Huh.... That's embarrassing."

They laughed small as they gazed at each other. Hannah watching in the distance is wiping her eyes with a handkerchief.

The flushes of elves sitting in the corner began to play cheerful songs. Holding Lacey's shoulder, the collector draws her to the center of the tavern and begins to carve the steps in unfamiliar footsteps. Her giggling laughter didn't stop until the song was over.

I had a dream. No, the collector thought it had to be a dream. Jeewa jeewa and cicada keep ringing softly. The fed up enthusiasm was caged in the dojo.

distant memories. Was that, like, seven or eight years old? My grandfather, Makoto Jin, ordered me to clean the swordsmanship dojo at my parents' house.

My grandfather was a man with few words and clothes on the word strict honesty. Not particularly a novel in everyday life, but turned into a ghost in the dojo.

The training in holding the wooden sword was harsh, in the first place the collector was not interested in ancient smelly swordsmanship or anything else, and whenever he defied, his grandfather struck the collector sharply.

I even cried when I was younger, but by the time I went up to elementary school, my back length was the best in my class, and I didn't lose to my upper classmates in my arms.

That's all, I didn't like the audition for crushing the summer vacation, and I couldn't help it. Didn't that happen?

(Dream. This is a dream. Otherwise, something's wrong)

I know it's weird. But at the same time, I didn't feel that the place I was here was true.

When the collector threw the rag down Pooh, he put on his shoes and tried to go outside. A nostalgic landscape. It was a country town where I lived until I went to high school.

Looking up into the sky, a white summer cloud is floating just dazzling. Dark blue stained my eyes that made me horrible. Yangtze stands on the road.

Asphalt is neither stiff nor soft. When I crouched down and followed with my fingertips, I even felt a slight elasticity.

dreams, became stronger. I'm half pants on my short sleeve like a child. The gaze is unusually low. This place - it should be Japan, but I didn't feel as though I missed it.

Slightly, old smelly shaped vehicles are parked all over the place. How many generations ago? Keep your face close, but you don't know the color. I noticed one unusual thing. It's daytime, but it's not popular.

The collector tried to get out onto the boulevard, which would be four lanes out of breath, but beyond the road, which lasted everywhere, there was not a single car. I don't get upset. Anyway, it's been a painting for a while. If this happens, there's nothing to be scared of anymore. The shining sunlight burns your body down.

When I left home, I should have had my hat. My grandfather was an avid giant fan. The collector only treated his grandfather's gift, which he bought because he was not interested in baseball in the first place, as just a tool. Now that I think about it, I feel a little sorry for you.

I tried to expose the bottom of my memory where I lost it, but it didn't work. Summer, walking the path of no one. I can't hear every sound of life as creepy as it sounds. Only the voice of the cicada sounds distant.

Eventually, we reached a zone where paddy fields spread. The collector peered into the creek and gazed jiggly at the absence of the creature. Nothing moves. What, speaking out, but I was too young to think it belonged to me.

How long would I have walked? I'm getting hungry. I'm hungry, but my desire to eat something isn't born. I searched for a candy store and found it. No one.

In the first place, I can't remember what kind of person there was in this lonely store. The world gets thinner. Somewhere. We have to get somewhere.

I ran out in a hurry. I fell at the same time. Too dumb. A fine stone devoured me, tears in my eyes. Whoa, what do you mean? Something like this shouldn't be among the injuries.

Secondly, when I raised my eyes, there was a beautiful woman in a straw hat. Can I take your hand?

The collector is pitiful, but he was driven by the urge to hold her and cry out. What were you afraid of? I don't know. I think I'm going to solve the puzzle in a little while. I want to let myself down to a strong temptation.

Second, I felt like someone called me by a name.

Looking back, it wasn't the candy store that was there, it was replacing the silver carriage pavilion where I went in and out more than once.

A gentle woman with sandy hair is standing with sparkling, trusted eyes.

- Oh, well. I just didn't want to really lose Lacey.

It's really stupid to finally find out how easy it is to do that.

"So, I'm already a mess, I am. Mother."

The face of the invisible woman floated brightly. The collector gently calls his name, and when he made a clenching fist at "the person" to show it, he showed it with a strong chest.

The next day, the collector and his line had become people on horseback. As usual, the springs and cushions are less than shitty for riding, but my mind was oddly floating because I knew I could return to the mansion in a few days.

When you look out the window, there are mountains of Emerald. The sky seems to extend to the other side of infinity with a distracting blue. The bright green mountains seemed to stain my eyes.

"Brave man. I don't know, it's a smile. Did something good happen?"

"Um, yeah. Well, that's it. That's how I feel."

"Ah! I get it. Let's see why Hannah is in a good mood. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. I got caught. Zubali, that's it. You were a twin this morning's eyeball grill!

"Booboo. Not at all. As punishment, Hannah's treat is boshute. Oh, my God."

"Mmm. Ah. It's terrible. I saved that candy for later fun."

"Hey..."

"No, I can't. It's the way of the world to eat first."

"Ugh. It's terrible, I'm a warrior, you brave bugger."

"Heh heh. The world is full of turmoil."

"Well..."

"Instead, let me give you this boiled egg."

"Wow. Hannah, I like eggs - By the way, I have one question. Do you mind?

"Oh, my God, whatever."

"Um, don't ignore me."

"In the end, where did you hide the Book of Mizumi?

"Uh. You know, there was this weird Osama statue in the school yard. I put him on a book he's got."

"Heh! That's just great! Brave men have different eyes."

"If you're hiding a tree, it's a forest."

"Hey! I don't care about that. This man, who?

Lacey's eclampsia exploded. Around twenty busty beauties sat next to the treasurer. She tries to fall asleep with her head on the shoulder of the treasurer after a strange look at Lacey, who was camping noise, when she opens her closed eyes.

"Uh, no. That's right. Lacey, you're out of school. So I was wondering if I should have a teacher to learn magic personally..."

"I... Emmanuel... twenty-two years old, Batsuichi... former College Clerk... magnificently successful transfer... Yea"

"Ah, brave man! Where are you going?

"Here. Wait! Klund!

"Moving is... fun... make it twenty-two... a change of heart, a fun place to work"

Emmanuel smiled nicely as he saw the keeper jumping off the carriage, closing the open "Book of Mizuri" patterned.

"Lacey Appleyard, eighteen, a student of Silver Villago, Andrew, will be offered discharge for a serious misdemeanor at the Academy of Woodless Magic after a thousand and forty-nine years of experience in Romless." There is no record that she has since returned to school.