Dungeon+Harem+Master

Romless for a thousand and forty-nine years, autumn. He is cheerful enough to sweat during the day, but can't let go of his jacket after the sun goes down. There was such a young girl rushing all over Silver Villago early.

"It's already been this long"

When I was old, I'd be about mid teens. The chest is so developed that it is incompatible with the youthfulness of the face that it pushes forward all the way through the thin blouse.

She was a subhuman with bull horns and ears named Minotaur. The girl, Marguerite, was asked by her father to finish collecting receivables from a familiar store and was on her way home.

Marguerite was not left to much about the growing up shop until she was fifteen years old when her parents made her cat cute.

Therefore, I had never traveled very far and was neglected by the geography around familiar shops close to downtown.

(You're a mess to my father! Because it's gone. If they find out I'm lost, they'll never let me out of my house again)

Marguerite couldn't even hear the way to someone who would go to Locke with extra self-esteem in the way, and wandered around the streets for quite some time. The intermingled trails throughout the city are very difficult to understand if you are used to them or at night, and even locals rarely get lost.

But the girl didn't know that. The more hastily he rushed, the more he strayed into the back of a trail like the Don't Maze.

Second, it was too late when I realized. I glanced around, and I noticed whores standing everywhere doing business on [the road]. The women glance at Marguerite, the daughter-in-law, as if they had met her parents.

There was no such thing as a love affair there, only a scornful gaze to see the filth scattered on the side of the road.

- In short, it's out of place. The prostitutes are shady beings, and it is intolerable in itself for a steadfast daughter to wander around such a platter.

The night is their whore's share. Anyone local daughter knows, and she's not even close to this kind of clogging in the first place, but Marguerite had crossed its boundaries with peace.

"Ah."

I drop bags with precious deposits from the handheld cage that I held because of a rush of attention.

Marguerite picks up scattered copper coins and silver coins everywhere, half crying, but it can't be that good in the dark night.

The women standing in the street leak a thriving, dull laugh and enjoy watching the spectacle.

A jitter and tears appear in Marguerite's eyes. The feeling of cold wet soil in the palm of his hand when he reached the ground applauded his misery.

"Hey, but hey, hey."

I should still have stopped using it. A wild man's voice fell on the girl who had such a good idea.

It is the setting for such an evening. I'm wary, even though I don't know the world. Only for a moment, the girl shrunk her body giggly, but she exhaled when she saw the men's outfits and said, "Oh, what the hell?"

"Looks like you're all scattered. I'll help."

"Excuse me."

The girl gave a relief look when she saw the men who would kindly crawl into her belly. One of them laughs thinly watching from behind the scene.

The men, when they put their hands on the girl's shoulder, even take her close and disappear into the dark trail. All that remained was the cracked, tall whispers unleashed by the whores as the girls walked away.

"Hmm."

"Um, what can I do for you? Mr. Klund."

Loulou, who found a roaring collector spreading his carpentry tools in the courtyard of the mansion, asked, bewildered by the strange object he saw for the first time.

The collector looked back as he wrapped the nail he had in his hand into the tool box.

"I always thought there were not many children's toys in this house."

"Huh."

"So I made a seesaw as a plaything"

"Oh, really..."

Loulou raises his mouth angle as he hurried, "To, to..." My eyebrows don't even look pimply cramped.

The collector exhaled as he cleverly grabbed the pattern as he twirled the hammer in his hand in front of him.

- This guy doesn't understand anything.

I can't help it. The very concept of playthings for children is lacking in this world. Loulou had an affectionate laugh while slightly distorting his righteous face so as not to undermine the Lord's mood, but he couldn't.

Seesaw.

That said, it is not possible to call it a plaything made from the excess lumber that the collectors have received at the city's woodworking factory to a reasonable extent.

But every pointy spot that would think about the children to use and touch their hands was deliberately scraped and polished until luster appeared, every part had nothing to do with danger.

"What do you say, Loulou? Why don't you get on with one of my tricks?

"Oh, yes. I'm glad to hear that. I think these things are a little..."

"Oh, my God, even though it's fun"

Loulou retreats jizzily with a pulled smile. Because she is a conservative person wary of relatively unfamiliar things, she can no longer hide her fright from objects she cannot see for the first time.

"Ah! Excuse me. I just remembered your mansion business."

"Hey, wow. Morning!"

He runs away at such a speed that he fears being twitched and called off in a deliberate manner.

"Sooner or later, escape"

Now, as I shook my neck from left to right and cringed, a flock of little elves emerged from where I sprung up and flocked to Seesaw immediately.

"Wow, what is this?"

"It looks like you have a toy."

"Something, something"

"Hey, let us touch you, too."

"Ah, here. You little shit. Don't touch something you don't understand."

Karen and Liza showed up holding the young little elf as the collector observed a herd of small elves going to Seesaw like ants.

Liza dashed into Seesaw with curiosity as she released the little elf she was holding quickly towards Pooh and the keeper, and jumped off screaming, "What the heck?"

"That black kid idiot......! So, Klando. What's this?

Karen looked at the unfamiliar and twisted her body to give up the exciting little elf in her chest.

"This is called a sea saw. In my hometown, it's a plaything for major kids."

"Hmm. He bothered to make me a kid's toy. Klund is so sweet."

Karen smiled nicely as she pretended to be a long twin tail. I just turned against my chest to see how the collector was, even though it was in the light of honest praise.

"Clandeau. How do you play with this? Teach Lisa quickly."

Liza, who is quick, has pushed the little elves away and already sat down to one of the sea saws. The little elves, forced aside, were crying hard as they held their eyes down with both hands.

"Oh, my goodness."

"Liza, you're sloppy."

Hearing the moaning voices of the little elves, he just couldn't overlook the treasurer moving forward.

(I didn't make that for you!

"You..."

Liza's eyes. It was sparkling like when I chased around small animals.

"Liza's asshole! Get him out of the way. Yikes. I feel sorry for the kids!

"Oh no. Liza found this, so Liza plays best."

Liza glanced at Karen and showed her when she shook her face like a wasting child. The bright red tongue is moving quickly to mock the pimples. The collector saw Karen's body tremble sharply.

"...... kland. Hey, Noemi, hold me."

Karen's silver eyes narrow softly. You were frightened by Karen, who began to exude signs as fierce as a tiger, and found Noemi shrinking herself with a "hiccup" and a creaking voice.

"Hey, seriously. I'm tired of Lisa soon anyway. Let me just play him once first. No, you know what?

"Huh? What is it? Why, I have to worry about those assholes until I make these kids cry. Klund said it was more important to me or Liza!

Karen peels off her octagonal teeth and kicks her out. Immediately, how could I not?

"Hey. No one's saying anything. Easy, easy. Nah...... So, how about Karen and Liza be the first to set an example for the kids? Hey, hey!

The collector was in a good mood with a gentle voice as he stroked his hair as he held Karen. When this happens, it's important to touch your skin as much as possible, keep your eyes straight and illuminate, "You're the best."

"Well... then... I don't mind."

"All right, let's do that. The way Seesaw plays is easy. Sitting on both ends of that plate cut, weighing in and hanging out. It's simple."

"Hmm."

"Hey, Karen! Sit over there with Sassa. Liza will blow you to the end of the earth."

When Liza winked, she provocatively extended one hand to Karen to pose as a provocation.

"Alright! I can't forgive you. I didn't do it."

"... so it's not that kind of game"

When Karen sat on the other side of Liza, did she happen to be possessed by Seesaw's charm, or did she begin to do so too extensively?

Wasn't there a lot of entertainment in the hometown where they grew up? Karen and the others have raised their voices tall with Cackerwoof as they smile all over their faces like they forgot about the earlier exchange. Regardless, it seemed to have flew out of the back of my brain about the little elves.

"Hey, Clando. We're so scared."

"You didn't make it for us."

"Like terrible. Karen, well..."

The weeping little elves cling to the foot of the treasurer. Are you excited to cry? I also feel their calories a few times what I usually do. It was even pathetic.

"Wait. I don't know what to do now."

When the collector immediately made a finger whistle and blew it, he summoned Pordina, who was drying his laundry with a dry rod, to promptly eliminate two stupid elves.

The collector took the two elves, who were restrained by Pordina, and moved them to the dining room. The time is noon. When the collector arrived at his seat, the women took him with them and pulled the chair.

"It's been a long time since we've all been around..."

"Klund, stop hunting Hilda."

It went like Lacey was in trouble with her hands on her cheek.

"I'm kidding, Lacey. Por, call me. You must be sleeping again anyway."

"Understood."

Pordina rushes out with her patties. I looked at Liza and Karen alternating with Dorothea sitting next to each other, who was wearing an aperitif in a glass, and wondered.

"Whatever, both of you. After the blue face. Wherever you are, you're not feeling well."

"No..."

"Nothing."

How stained was the fold I received earlier from Pordina, Karen and Liza trembling with a strange face? Most likely, it won't last half a day.

The collector dropped his gaze on the pocket watch at hand as he looked sideways at Rudge staring at the pages of the book at the table. Rudge had a smaller mouth count, completely distracted by the books purchased by the collectors at Woodless.

It is important to note that people in this mansion feel autistic if they concentrate too much on things. I have to think about it and take care of a lot of things around it. I could hear footsteps rushing from across the hallway thinking of such things as hard.

"Your husband..."

It was easy to see that something had happened without having to ask. Pordina is dripping her big tail down sloppily as she lays her dog ear down with a petan.

"What happened to Hilda?

"It's a great fever. Probably a cold, though."

When I took my seat before I finished listening, I headed to Hilda's room. The collector himself was born with a sturdy body and a cold, etc., which he has only pulled to the point of counting. When I opened the door without even knocking, I saw Hilda sitting on the bed nagging.

"Oh. No, you don't have to exaggerate like that... Mr. Klund, I hope I can get sick sometimes. He said if I slept, it would heal. Daijitsuba."

Hilda bent her arms when she laughed like she was lit with a tired face and did a trick to make a force bubble. As the collector deflected Hilda's veil, he turned to his face and stuck his forehead and forehead together. It was such a high fever that I accidentally left.

"Mmm..."

"It's not all right at all. Like this."

"Hilda!"

"I'm fine."

The ladies, worried that the collector would turn around, jumped into the room so much that the area was filled with people.

"Pordina. Put out your use in the city and get me a doctor."

"Yes, sir."

Pordina quickly left the room when she thanked her. When the collector asked Lacey to put Hilda to sleep, she went on to feed everyone for now.

I promptly returned to the dining room. Other than that, it is a heartfelt meal with hot air, but it is somewhat uninspiring if you always find out that healthy Hilda is sick. The collector called out to Artemisia, who was lost in thought by doing his hand on his chin when he stuffed one of his streets in his belly zazzled.

"Al. Have you noticed anything? No, I was in the service in the morning."

"Mm-hmm. At the request of the church, to the garrison, a little. Hilda complained, but didn't see anything unusual..."

"He hasn't left the mansion a single step yesterday, has he? It's hard for Klando to be that serious. It's just a cold. I think you slept in the stomach."

Dorothea affirmed in a perfectly clear tone that she was moving her elf-specific long ears to cheer everyone up.

"The Hilda one, it's evidence of sagging. If you care about a regular life every day, you can't create gaps in your body such as illness."

When Victoire put his hand on his hip and assured him, Sizka, who was next door, said, "Wow... are you insane? I frowned in the face."

"Ah. That's right. Your daughter is completely indispensable who has never been ill since birth. You should all apprentice your daughters."

Victoire seemed dissatisfied when Hannah held a meeting between her hands in front of her chest.

"Rude......! Well, it doesn't look like I'm crazy."

"It's not like, it's crazy. Look, isn't that a good idea? Stupid and dumb don't know about the disease, or something. I'm not very strong, so I'm flattered, not at all."

Sizka uttered a frightened voice as she twirled the teaspoon in her hand.

"Mm-hmm. Right! I'm so proud of you. Ha ha. I have no choice. If that's the case, I'll have a way to improve my life that makes it harder for me to catch a cold. Sizka, I can teach you something special just for you. Because it's special, special."

When Victoire somehow tides his cheeks, he looks at Sizka somewhere good with a soft grin.

All over the round table, they say, "Wow. Maybe you haven't noticed" or "Oh no... this kid is too dumb" or "My lady, he's too innocent" and other hissohisso stories were whispered with a sound that could be heard firmly by the collector. Pathetic.

"So, what do you say, Sizka? Anyway, you can start the course tonight."

"Ya, don't"

"Why is that?

Dorothea, who had lost his teaspoon, went in a mild tone as Sizka solidified Victoire's offer with her palm gently in front of her.

"If it's just a cold, it'll heal in one shot if you treat it the way it's always been handed down in my hometown. I'll have to teach Pordina later."

"Yeah. It's a folklore cure for Dorothea's hometown. I'm a little interested in that one, too."

Rudge, who was immersed in the book, left his eyes on the page. Rudge has always captured my heart these days about how much I liked the books the collectors bought in the woodless.

"It's too good to be earthly. Ugh. This is the way I've been doing it since I was soft-handed right now, and the cold hasn't healed much longer. It doesn't work like a tack doctor in that area. It works better than taking drugs.

"Me too... soooo... interested"

Did you care that Emmanuel, who didn't make it as slight as you did in the vault, had also eaten, and Dorothea put her arms together under it, shaking her busty breasts.

"Right. Start by exposing the leaves growing in Elitko trees to the moonlight for about one night. Then gather the morning dew on the leaves and give the sick a drink, and put the used leaves on your forehead and put church talismans on all sides of the room. That's one shot!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-"

If I put the leaves on my forehead and the disease heals, I won't take care of them...

With that in mind, the collector slaps himself on the cheek. I laughed bitterly and even hit the back of the chair, while there was a voice of consent everywhere.

"Eh. I know that."

"It's like Lisa's hometown."

Karen and Liza are looking at each other's faces.

"Oh, Hannah taught me how to do that."

"I know. Isn't that the normal way to do it in Wang Du?

Victoire agreed that Hannah would raise her hand all the time to yes and yes.

"Come on, it's the same way as Victoire."

"Why is Sizka so sorry?"

Seeing that Sizka somehow looked remorseful and Loulou looked troubled, the Collector recognised once again that he was Gentile.

(Huh. Was I shallow on my mind? Right, these guys had more superstitious daughters for about a hundred generations than my grandma...)

"Mm-hmm. What the hell is that face, Klando? What do you want to do with the straw?

"... because. That doesn't make your fever go down. It's unscientific, you guys."

When the collectors snort at Han and cut and throw away suspicious folk therapy, they just as well don't hide their muggy, grumpy faces.

"What, uh, it's creeping me out. It's a bad idea to roll us into smoke with words we don't understand."

"No, I didn't mean that"

"Well, something. Besides using Etrico leaves in Klund's hometown, you think there's a good way to lower the fever of the sick?

"Yes, yes, yes. Even for me, that's how the elves cool the fever of the sick!

"Oh, come on, Karen. Don't shake your head. Because Twinthe hits me in the face."

"Klund is underestimating the Lizzas. The effect of Etrico's leaves is immense!

"I don't know such a strange plant."

Did something touch the elves ethnic sentiment, Karen and Liza defend Dorothea's theory with tremendous momentum? The Victoires were also silent about whether there was any material to deny it in particular.

"Give me an alternative! Alternatives!"

"Wait... maybe... in Crand's hometown... more, dramatically... there's a way to deflate...... headless... don't decide... meh"

"Mm-hmm. If that's what Emmanuel said, I wouldn't even ask you,"

"So why is Dorothea eye-catching from above? Right. At my place, I hear you should stick an onion in your ass hole when it's hot and cold. Haha!... Hey, what the hell. You guys, stop it. The kind of eyes that see that filth."

The women have a uniform blue face and whisper to each other in a whisper as they descend to the corner of the room.

"Hey, wait a minute. You guys totally misunderstand me. This guy's been telling lies for a long time, but he's a decent folk therapy. Colla, Nelly. Don't look at me like that until you do. And, Sizka. Why did you come near me with your breath rough? That's not how you play it."

"... Now, if Klund wants that direction, it doesn't mean I won't even respond as his wife, but be careful. The back... the... hole seems to be particularly susceptible to cutting when the upper foreign body is inserted through the rectum. I'm going to take all the responsibility when I get to nappy in a good year."

"Rudge, please, you don't have to give me that thought. You know, I called a doctor, so I'm done with getting a normal look at you, I guess. I'll see how it goes. You will die in vain."

The keeper left the room because he couldn't get along any more.

I went to Hilda's room and went out with Pordina, who held me for a while.

"Your husband..."

"What's up?

"Hilda's fever is rising. I drunk the hot and cold in my hand, but there was always a sign that it would work..."

"You sent Santos to get a doctor. Don't worry about it. I'll be watching for a while. You're going to change the water."

"Yes, because it has Lacey and Lynette."

The collector walked into the room as he dropped off Pordina, who was leaving with a sag.

"Ah, Klund......"

"Mr. Klund."

"I'm here to see how it goes. What kind of salt plum?

Lacey and Lynette looked up as they sat with a chair by the bed. As far as the collectors know, it's not often that someone catches a cold in the mansion and falls asleep. Hilda, in particular, is a well off and energetic category, and I've never seen her fall ill as much as she has in recent months.

Walking over to the bed, Lacey stood up and gave up her seat. As the collector sat in her chair and peered into Hilda's face, she had a bright red face and repeatedly breathed in small pieces. My breath is rough as if after a full walk of disease. When I put my hand on my forehead, the heat is rising to an unparalleled degree. Even though her skin was lightly colored, the whole thing was tinted red like a fire.

"This doesn't look like just a cold."

"Klund. Hilda's fever doesn't go down."

Lacey makes a weak voice. Rather, Lynette, who was younger, looked calmer.

The collector felt "this is not just a cold..." on Hilda's condition and ordered Lynette to call Meryandale immediately.

"Earlier, I didn't reply at all to the call..."

I wave my face left and right as Lacey sifts into a tear mixture. He seemed to be losing much consciousness of the high fever.

"Either way, I'm not a doctor. We'll have to see how Santos brings in the doctor."

"Hilda...... good luck, Hilda"

"Hey, don't shake it up. It's counterproductive."

I stopped on my way to see what Lacey was trying to do. Silence came unexpectedly. Lynette watches Hilda carefully, silently, and occasionally wipes a towel of sweat over her forehead. The precise and sober move reminded me of a skilled nurse.

The collector managed to catch the irritation springing up looking out the window. If you drop your eyes on the pocket watch in your hand, it's been over an hour since then. Whatever you think, Santos is returning late.

"That's too late. Just look outside."

I saw Santos pulling his arm from the front by Pordina as he jumped out into the hallway on a run. Seeing as there was no other shadow, it was obvious that he could not bring a doctor.

"Santos -"

"Yes, sir."

Santos thought he could be blamed. When he took off his hat, he shook his lips and had frightened eyes.

"Doctor, didn't you find it?

"Heh. That's it. Non rushed to the guild to make him run the carriage. I couldn't get into the city because the soldiers were closing their roads at the entrance to the city... Ha."

"Were you blocking the road?

"Your husband. I was also late on Santos' return, so in fact, I went to the end of the street to make sure. The castle soldiers were completely blocking the road with fences. Anyway, there's too many of them... So much so that it's impossible to break through. Besides, I didn't get to hear this story or anything. Sorry, sir."

Pordina sandwiched her tail between her crotches as she lay down her dog ears, "Khuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Why? Well, if you're going to get that far, you're not even supposed to tell the maid style why. You're in trouble. It's like we're fighting for a moment."

"Your husband. How is Hilda doing?"

"Not good, though. I don't know what else to do... Mary would be able to formulate the medicine. Really, the guild bird doctor is the best, but it's not good if you don't let him lower his fever anyway. Let's start with Mary."

"Ah, yes! Klund!"

As he faced each other and spoke in, Meryandale's voice echoed along with the noise rushing from across the dining room. If you look, he sticks in like an arrow while holding down his head feather hat. The collector opened his hands and made his eyes black and white as he received Meryandale.

"Hey, what the heck? I'm just talking about you right now."

"Anyway, come with me! Artemisia and Rudge are down."

"What?

The collector said, "Fuck you!," he threw away sharply, running out like a bullet struck out. Running into the dining room, he saw Artemisia and Rudge brought to the wall, the women who bore them.

"Are you here, Klando?"

Rudge looked painfully awake with a ball of sweat on his forehead with his glasses off. If the answer is still possible, it is a little better. Artemisia's were hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

"Ku. Al, but it's so cute"

I held Artemisia up and spoke up. Turns out her body is getting hot as fire through the thick robe fabric.

"Brave man. Artemisia, I thought you were suddenly coughed up."

Hannah gave an upset voice as she crouched by Rudge.

(Damn it! This is not a normal cold no matter what you think......! Whole thing, what happened to the cancer)

"Hey Rudge! You can't just stand there by force!

As the collector moved his gaze into Sizka's hasty voice, he saw Rudge trying to stand up with one hand poking against the wall and bracing.

"-Crand. Look at this."

"Sizka's right. If you're a doctor, I'll call you as soon as I can.

"It's not. I don't need a doctor. I don't need it anymore."

Rudge ripped his blouse by pulling his hand on his chest down thoughtfully, glittering all his indefinite eyes. Several white buttons fly, revealing the chest. The collector looked directly at Rudge's chest and leaked a missing voice between "Ah..." as he burned the spread red spots to the retina.

"Is that, Lecopla's disease? Oh no -!"

Nellie pulled her voice out of the top of her head. You have something in mind, several people screamed, including Victoire.

"What, is that such a nasty disease? Rudge, you're lying, right? Hey!"

"Look at that, Klando. on the chest...... would have a rash like a bright red rose. If you understand, just isolate Hilda from me and Al. It may be too late... what are you doing! Keep the kids away from me!

Rudge, who was finally moving his mouth in the dark, sharply intimidated several small elves who were trying to reach Artemisia with such a loud voice that he didn't know where he was coming from in that lean.

The little elves moan "hiccup" and cry out at the very bars of fear. Emmanuel disappeared from the dining room as soon as he could hold the children.

"Yes... that's fine. I'm sorry, Klando. I didn't think... you and I would break up like this..."

"What are you talking about? I don't know if it's Lecopra, but it'll heal if I show it to a doctor like that. Hey, Nelly, right?

The collector lost his degree and pulled Nelly's shoulder by his side. When she shook her neck to the side with a blue expression, she immediately raised her voice wagging tears from her eyes and cried out.

"Cland... okay... now... listen to me very carefully... like"

"No. Don't talk about it. Don't, don't. Hey."

"The lethality rate for Lecopla disease, which is very similar to a cold... is almost 100 percent.... It's extremely difficult to help... OK, then gather everyone together now... and move away from the mansion... if we die... mindless... burn my body every mansion... that's the only way"

The collector was struck by a severe headache and vomiting, and continued to stare at Rudge's face flashly as he stood like a puppet on the spot.