Dungeon+Harem+Master

As the collector tried to cheek the egg grill for breakfast, he reluctantly returned the spoon to the plate, sensing several gazes poking at him strangely.

"Mm-hmm. What is it? Did it happen all morning?

It is a long time ago home. I try to surround the round table and we all have breakfast. Across the street, Emmanuel shows a flourishing appetite and tries to swallow bread stuffed in cheekbag bread like a squirrel. When I was satisfied to make sure of it, I reached for the bread plate again, but Nelly, who had once walked over, slapped me in the hand and accidentally looked back.

"Is something wrong? Who is this guy in the first place?

Nelly asked on behalf of everyone. Its righteous face has been perfectly make-up decided to spend the morning with the collector for a long time, but it seemed even more unpleasant. The three elf daughters - Karen, Liza and Dorothea - who were on the other side of the round table are all nodding.

- What do you care?

"Oh, do you need an explanation?

"It's up to me. What do you think you're living for?"

Eh, and when Nelly slammed her fist hard on the table, a glass of water floated into the universe only for a moment. Hilda, who was rowing a relaxing boat, makes a strange noise "pi" and rolls off the chair.

"Uh, what do you mean? This is Dr. Miss Emmanuel. I'm going to live here today."

"Be friendly... please..."

Emanuel dropped no nutrients stored on his cheek into his esophagus in the meantime, or he continued his words interruptively with his hands on his cheek.

Rounding his gaze, he found that the short-tempered Dorothea was creeping with a ghostly face, so the collector tried not to look that way. Because it's nothing but the subject of fear. Staring any further would definitely reduce life expectancy.

"I heard that already! I just got home yesterday and thought I was tired, so I distracted myself and didn't dare ask anything. Then she won't be living in the Mansion today either. I heard you were bringing Lacey back, but I don't remember giving you permission to add more women!

"Right. Absolutely right."

"I can't forgive Liza either..."

"Hey, I think we need to have a discussion."

Occasionally, Dorothea, Liza and Cullen block the hoarder's exit with skillful elf formation.

"Hey, wait a minute! You're making some intense mistakes."

When the collector sees Loulou, he is flustered with a troubled face. No, I don't think I can get cover.

"Izumi?

My ankle tickled so I wrapped around the round table tablecloth that at my feet Meryandale with a fork was crawling on all fours with dark eyes. It's a little horror. The collector jumped out of his chair when he shouted "Hiu" and was about to bup down behind him, but Hannah held him down at the soot.

"Brave man, brave man. I was so pinched."

"Idiot. Don't laugh so hard. Do something."

"Haha. That sounds a little impossible. No exit."

"It's Klund. Why don't you just talk to Hannah? There seems to be a lot to talk about."

"Yes. Yes, I am. Mr. Dorothea, are you armed with gorillas?

Left and right rear and Dorothea, Liza and Karen grab each other at the same time so the collectors can't escape. You predicted the danger. I saw Hannah quickly take the distance.

"We've all got soup. What are you doing!

Lacey, who brought the pot with Pordina, makes a barbaric noise in the eyes of a collector who is semi-surrounded. I couldn't even throw a hot pot, and when I managed to finish putting it on the table, I immediately rescued the collector along with Pordina.

"Emmanuel says it's totally different! She's my teacher."

When Lacey finished explaining to everyone, she hit Kashiwaki and encouraged him to scatter. Everyone goes back to their Zorozolo seats saying, "If that's what you mean..."

"You guys... you didn't have the ears to listen when I tried to explain"

"Think of what your Lord says and does every day. Not at all, he's a messy man."

"Mr. Dorothea was staring at me with the scariest eyes."

"I don't know no wrinkles."

"Shidori"

When I find out that a woman named Emmanuel is not a new treat for a collector, it's between women there. It just so happens that a question-attack started. Not that Emmanuel was hyperventilating, but he had uplifted his cheeks without a heart or with some happy face whether he had ever been more thistled by a large number of close same-sex men.

- Wamura, it's nice to meet you.

When the collector got to the rice again, he grabbed the freshly baked fluffy bread out of the basket and did it shabby. I often get a blissful look.

"But what can I say? Wouldn't this turn out nice?

Artemisia, away from the wheel, spoke to the collector sipping tea after the meal.

"It was out of my question to leave Hannah for three years... There were so many unfortunates. But I can't even think about missing one now."

"Uhm."

Artemisia stares back with a soothing look somewhere. Pordina, who is serving, did not give a particular opinion, but she is probably welcoming because she shakes her tail vigorously to the left and right. If I did, the tail still looked fine and shiny today. My face dusts unexpectedly.

"But school... I was only a tutor in academia. I'm interested in having friends my age line up with their desks to encourage schooling."

Artemisia narrowed her eyes as she put her arms together to miss the old days. I can see rich breasts bouncing even from the thick fabric, and my gaze moves unexpectedly. Artemisia dyed her cheeks a little. The collector deliberately coughed to deceive him and asked.

"Really?

"The aristocrats say that's normal. Hey, Sizka."

"Mm-hmm. Al's right. But I'm also interested in something called school."

Sitting next to him, Sizka responded with a small voice as she cut the dessert pears into small pieces. The quiet, chunky waist had an indescribable flair. From the eyes of the treasurer, it is exactly the right method to call you lady.

When asked, I remembered once when I lived in a barn with Sizka, I talked about school life in my world. Even then, Sizka seemed to have strong aspirations for men and women her age to learn in one place together.

(Ma. I don't know about school anymore, I'm hungry...)

"Well, you can admire it on your own, but schools and stuff like that aren't so good."

Victoire, who was cleaning up the plate in a basin, pinched his mouth as he put his lips in the "hee" lettering. She looks sideways bored with a twinkly, clear face when she realizes the gaze that can be directed from the collectors.

"That's right. Your young lady was only slightly distracted from attending the Knights School in Wangdu."

Hannah, a samurai with a face from Victoire's shadow, enjoyed it with Nico's face.

"Hannah, you're doing something extra again."

"Right. No, I don't have to ask ahead... sorry for the incorrect guess"

As Victoire roughed up his Punska voice, Sizka turned away with a handkerchief against his mouth.

"Wary. This is the way things are going."

It was never a millimeter. That means Victoire didn't make it to school. The collector felt like he had glimpsed a part of her lonely life, which made her a little sad.

"No, you're not. Both Klund and Sizka do this because I'm trying to make this story unfold."

Did you feel responsible? Artemisia also put her lips in the "to" letter that much. She is a person who knows more about people's pain than anyone else. As Artemisia approached her as she leaned closer, Victoire put the basin on the table and squealed out.

"So why is it such a scratchy flow to touch things! You're making too much of a fool of me."

"But in the end, will the story converge in a tragic direction? Oh, forgive me."

Sizzling and laughing all the time, Victoire shook her golden hair and said, "Ahhh! shouted."

"Oh, yeah. Yo. I'm sorry I didn't tame you. But even if I didn't get stuffed in such a crappy place, my work as a knight was sufficient because of the grandfather's teachings at the mansion. Ha ha. And when I think about it, I'm a person who can't be measured by public common sense without spending extra money or time. Haha."

Victoire laughed forcefully when he reopened and put both fists on his hips and became Jen Royal. The laughter echoes all over the room, surrounding Emmanuel. He looks at me wondering what it was all about. Eventually you couldn't stand it anymore, Victoire got sick of it. It was kinda cute enough.

"Lady. It would be cute if you honestly told me you were bullied.... Ah, yabba"

"Don't be bullied. I can't be bullied."

If you shake your face left or right, the long blonde hair moves to mimic it well and winds up.

"Stop it. It's dusty"

Sizka lifted every plate to evacuate the pears.

"Hey, come on - so stop teasing him. I'm having a good time now."

The collector called Lacey to leave Victoire while lifting every teacup of saucer.

"What?

Lacey came by making a patty noise. Looks like a well-groomed dog.

"Hey, you. You had a dubious fortune-teller like Armendra write you a reference, didn't you? Later, let's go say hello. You don't know exactly what you're talking about."

"Armendra is not suspicious. Yeah, but I get it."

You heard me talking to Lacey, and the women came apart.

"Oh, yes, yes. Liza wants to go for a walk too."

"I can follow you if you want."

"I don't have a choice. If that's the case, why don't I apologize for the softness? I can't take care of you."

Lisa, Karen and Dorothea, who were listening, came together straw.

"No, I'm not calling you this one either..."

"Yeah, I am. It's just me and Klund.

Nevertheless, Lacey looked somewhere horrified that she was just out of school in a month after getting her mouth shut.

At the end of the breakfast, we decided to make a move to Armendra's store, but it took me a while to do it again.

"It's late..."

The collector brushed his teeth and caught his coat on his shoulder and the preparation was complete in the dozens of seconds of the thing, but it took more than an hour after that for the women to gather at the front door.

- Why does a woman take so long to support? It was a mystery of the century. Normally, I think she would wear makeup and get herself ready, etc., but it was still the difference between men and women around it.

"Even if I'm born again, I'm a man."

So while waiting for the elf group, Sizka and Pordina also rendezvoused well, making it a grand total of seven people combined with Lacey, Dorothea, Liza and Karen.

It was a sunny, pleasant morning but Armendra was not in the store.

"Maybe he's working outside"

According to Lacey's story, she's opening a shop in the corner of the park. The collector turned to Central Park listening to the women who were chattering and talking.

"Oh, you'll be free in the morning."

There were thoughtful people in the park in the soft sun. In the center, there is a small pond, and everywhere there is a pigeon with a face like "It's a head tease," he walks wide for fun. While the collector was regarded as a symbol of peace, he hated pigeons who ate even in some circumstances.

"Whoa. Ugh. The pigeons are trekking. Lieutenant Liza. Destroy them!"

"Okay, sir!

As Liza began to chase the pigeons around like a breeding dog freed from the strings, the women took them up and headed to the makeup room. Everybody, there's no scratch on Liza's behavior.

(I don't care, why do you like taking women with you?)

"Well, no. For now, let's find the woman fortune teller first..."

I've already heard about the phase style from Lacey.

"You said you were a young elf woman with pink hair. You'll soon find one with such a strong personality."

The collector wandered around the park in a chirp. Sure, there are a few stalls out there, so I looked around for a reason that I would be around, but the woman like that was "I can't find it..."

It's not even that big of a park. I ran out of places to look right away.

Besides, the women also don't come back from the excretory place named Hand Wash.

The collector called Liza, who, uh- when he roared small, caught a dove and was swinging.

"Hey Lisa. There are no Armendra characters at all. Wouldn't you like to see a woman like that?

"Nha? Hmm. I've been searching the park all over for Liza, but in the first place, it's like there's no elves but Liza."

When Liza could put her thumb and index finger into it, a pigeon with a broken neck said, "It's coming!" He raised the voice of the disconnected demon and laid back. The collector kicked up the pigeon that flew this way as he wished. I hate pigeons.

"What... Did I go wrong? No, maybe I went out outside of business in the first place. Hmm?"

The collector felt intense discomfort in some of the spaces at the corner of the park. Sure, there's nobody there, but I felt something like a strong lump.

"Hey, Liza. Is something wrong here?

"Hmm? Well, if you ask me... this is disgusting."

When the collector took up the pigeon bastard, which Liza had grabbed, who was already sluggish, he threw a poi at the space. Ngi, there was a young woman's voice and the dove was bounced from nowhere.

"Wow. What the hell is this?"

"Hey, be careful. There's something here..."

Immortality Red, an immortal crest engraved on his chest, glowed pale as the collector approached. Taking a step further and reaching out, my hand touched something soft that I didn't know what it was but was invisible to me.

"Phew."

(Hmm. What is this? Somewhere, it feels like I've touched it before... like fine fluffy bread like a freshly attached cake and then moderately elastic... yes! This is, boobs -)

"Where are you touching me, you de pervert!

"Cheeky?

At the same time as I heard hysterical screams, a large crystal ball of handball popped out of the space of nothing and hit me in the face. When the collector fell on his back, there was a peach-haired elf woman who was half-crying while keeping both breasts under control, "I can't go to my daughter-in-law anymore," she said in a tall voice.

"No, I'm really sorry."

"That's enough. I'm sorry I was resting in hiding..."

The identity of discomfort was the fortune-teller Armendra the person. She said that she had been working in Lianchang since morning and had just been sleeping alone hiding herself because she suddenly felt drowsy.

"Even so, my technique should have been perfect. I wonder why he found out."

Armendra quickly removed her gaze from the collector when she looked at each other. Hi. I hear it was her breasts that the collector was touching earlier. I'm shy to do it, but to be honest, her stuff wasn't that rich worth rubbing.

"Hey. I just felt a tremendously rude fluctuation. It's my fault."

"No, no, it's called paranoia, ma'am"

"Oh, uh. Armendra! I'm sorry."

While doing so, Lacey and the others back from the hand wash rushed to see the noise and began to apologize to Armendra. Armendra will also have no standing with her letter of absence and her expulsion while she writes her references. When the collector apologized to Kitin as her husband as well, Armendra waved at me and accepted.

"Oh. That's enough, that's about it. Yeah, the place doesn't fit, but it does. Because I don't care at all. Mostly, I won't be going there again. Yeah. Lacey's husband, Cland...... is that it? You go out of your way to give me a lift, and I feel bad about this one. I don't care, I don't care. I got your apology. Now, everybody, ooh. Hey."

"It would help if you said so. This is how I feel, but you're taking it."

"...... hmm. Well, I'll take it if that's all you want. What, this black chunk?

"It's cuttlefish. You'll get a good dashi. I found it in the city there. It will last a long time because it's well preserved, and you can lick it or shave it."

"I don't lick or shave, though. Yeah, I'll take it for now. Thanks."

Armendra gently placed it by her desk when she received the cuttlefish with a subtle face.

"Clando, don't give it to Armendra, something odd. Because I prepared it properly. Right. The real thing is this way. It's a set of baked sweets. Have a snack."

Lacey came out with something in a somewhat expensive box as she gouged the collector's face.

- Right. Wasn't that a long toilet earlier, were you going to buy this?

"Wow, that's bad. Take care of yourself."

"Yeah. But it's still true that I've caused a lot of trouble... Oh, yeah! Come visit me at home next time. Because we all entertain each other. Hey, that's good. Klund?"

"Oh, Armendra would welcome it. Come and see me. I may not be here."

"I wonder why I add that extra thing"

"Pfft. But, Lacey. I'm glad you're such a sweet husband. Normally, it wouldn't be weird to be poked in three and a half lines. Ugh. But I can still feel it if you keep getting it like this. Oh, yeah! I don't know what to give back, but do you want me to tell you something about everyone? Whatever you need to worry about losing is fine!

"… is it also possible to compatible fortune telling"

Sizka, who was silent in the rear, asked. The movement of the women who were making a scene stopped perfectly, trying to get them to divine what.

The collector instinctively tries to back off with a sense of fear, but Dorothea stiffens his side and makes him unable to move.

"Hmm? A fortune teller with a boyfriend? Ok, ok. All right! We're all beautiful. Is there someone you care about? So let's start with Lacey, who is married!

Armendra wiped the crystal balls with a cuddly handkerchief with a full smile.

(He doesn't understand. I'm going to get the mistake that only Lacey is my wife......!

Blaming her is cruel. Although multiple-marriage is not considered a particular sin under Romless law, it was inconceivable in general terms that young men like the usurpers, especially millionaires and nobles, would have several wives.

From Armendra's point of view, Lacey and the others were all more beautiful than standard in alignment. Naturally, the only thing I can think of is that they would only be friends with Lacey, and friends to the extent of acquaintance or friends with her husband, the collector. The reality is different.

"Uh, I'm the type of person who doesn't believe in fortunes or anything."

"Well, let's get started."

"I didn't hear anything about it."

Redness appeared on Armendra's cheeks, which were all around her nose. As the collector looked back and moved his point of view in the direction of her gaze, there he saw all fifteen young men approaching as they raised sand and dust. The distracted are gaining momentum as they trample down a pigeon who has missed his escape. The men shoved and wrapped the collectors from all sides as they swayed their gains in their hands.

"Armendra......! We were licked by the Mogherini family to leave the store in defiance of repeated advice!

A man around thirty, who led nine young people, entered and threw up with Zui. He looks rough like a starving coyote. There were signs of a fight wound or a blade running on my right cheek that made me want to turn away.

"What is he? Are you friends with Armendra?

"Roccoligno. Mogherini is the back wipes around here."

"That's a lot of room for a hipster. But, brother. If you're Armendra's brother-in-law, you're not following me! I can't believe you're here to see Skye on a day like this."

He has nothing to do with me.

"That's not how it works. Your brother's going to have to keep up with us."

"Let me ask you something, did Armendra do something to you?

"Something happened to you? Phew! This woman doesn't even pay for Shoba. Instead, she adores my cute little cousins every time...! Behold!"

Roccolinho shouted aloud as he pointed to his brothers with bandages on their faces and arms. I see. Perhaps these Yakuzas were hurt so badly by giving a little bit to Armendra, the fortune-teller. So I gathered just the number of people and finally came out to return the interest?

He didn't seem to realize that being so annoying to one woman was in itself a spray around complaining about manhood and male dating. In that sense, it was understandable that this Roccolinho was third-rate.

"I'm not letting you get away with this today. You got a little arms up, so this is a real fight. If you don't want to die, you'll have to follow us quietly."

Hiha laughs with a high voice. The Yakuzas are also tongue-in-cheek at Lacey, who is full of Armendra. For them, it would only seem to be to the extent that there has been a slight increase in prey. The treasurer cut a cross in his heart, pitiful.

"... Roccolinho. These people are just customers. Doesn't matter."

"Ha. If so, you were unlucky. Besides, your friends want to keep up with each other. I don't think you can forgive your injured cousins for helping your friends apologize."

"Yes, they do."

"I'm not taking it and eating it."

"Hey, if you could just come up to Yasa and do one of your exaggerations, you'd be in a good mood."

"Whatever happens as a result, there's an agreement."

"If it's on booze, I can't help but say I missed a few sharks."

(Hmm. I don't know, you'd have the guts to forcibly abduct me and bring me to an orgy party, but it's not that sweet in the world, young man)

"... I'm sorry, Klando. Let everyone escape because I will manage to draw your attention. If you can't, if you can manage to get the Knights' Stuff informed."

Armendra shrugged with a nervous face.

"No, you won't have to worry about that."

"Huh?"

"Hihihi. Sister, aren't you hanging something that looks a lot heavier? Suko, why don't we massage them for a while and relax the stiffness?

You can't stand it anymore already, a young man full of sobacus by his side stretches out his arm to touch Dorothea's boobs, but he was grabbed quickly just before. As Dorothea gazed at the youth, she smiled nicely. The collector covered his sight with one hand at the same time, but at the next moment, all he could hear was the scream of the youth flipping around and letting loose.

When I opened my eyes about time, I saw a young man with a strange twisted arm sprinkling "oro" and diarrhea. Dorothea's fuse ignited and exploded at an overwhelming rate.

"Unfortunately, this is also shabby. It's not as cheap as letting those kids touch you. Just fine. I've been depressed by my husband lately. Let us relieve the stress with you lords!

Dorothea screamed violently and grabbed the man's head in front of her. I quickly pulled the man's neck back and let go of the knee kick.

The knee was already buried deep in the man's face when the collector saw a chillary and white thigh. When the blood smoke broke out like a puff of red flowers blossomed, the man collapsed and fell to his depression.

Dorothea provoked the men to make a gesture when she dropped her hips and opened her half.

I can't make you fight. All the while the collector waited for him to sigh deeply, the men jumped away trying to push and wrap him from the eight directions to seize Dorothea.