Dungeon+Harem+Master

What is the Water Spirit (Seylane)?

It is a rare species that lives in the labyrinth of the abyss (Last Elusion).

Even the Adventurer Alliance is not known to be familiar with the ecology.

Only one point is spreading in the alley, only the legend of the proverb that if you eat its vivacity, you can get a long life.

Only rumors traded in value thousands of gold to some favorites were told in dark tones, but the collectors themselves knew by staining their bones with the fact that many lives had been scattered around it.

This is the queen of the Water Spirit.

When the collector trampled the fish bones at his feet with the heels of his half boots, it was time to reach for the holy sword of his hips, the Black Lion.

Queen Barbara. No matter what I saw, I looked two faces at Lacey, the wife of a collector and billboard daughter of a silver carriage pavilion.

If you look closely, there must be a slight difference, no matter how similar. Especially since the treasurer who has spent time with me as my husband can't possibly mistake Lacey for anything else.

It is decided not to, but that was not the case with regard to the queen in front of me.

The color of the hair is the same as the glossy sand color, and the darkness of the eyes is the same. The only thing is that the princess has an accessory that resembles a tiny crown on the head area, but you wouldn't be able to tell the difference if you took it off and lined the two up.

(Besides, if you come here to look like your voice... I don't know what's going on, I don't know)

"It's Ningen. Drop your sword."

The patrol of the treasurer should have been only once again, but one of the knights who guarded the queen laid a long sword without alarm, and naturally let it go.

Slowly align your gaze.

You're such a beauty again.

There was no point in the collector looking around and swallowing the raw spit. All of the more than thirty female knights are such good beauties that I can only imagine they chose "face" over martial arts skill. The chunky colour and femininity that had lived with clean water seemed to lose sight of some sense of reality just because we were looking at each other.

Especially the female knight who spoke to the collector had a distinguished appearance. My eyebrows were tight and thick, and I would eventually look wild, but even that seemed unique, hosting beauty in another dimension.

"I don't care if they tell you to throw away your sword. I wonder if you'd welcome me if I obeyed honestly."

"If you obey honestly, the elves there will make it easier to free themselves by reducing the number one sin. but your treatment depends on the will of the queen."

"Which means you're hopeless."

"Don't face it. If you stay quiet, I'll keep my mouth shut so that only my life will be saved. In the capital of the Water Spirit, there is nothing but ningen."

The female knight, wrapped in silver armor over a water-colored dress, spoke with an emotionally invisible voice.

On the other hand, the expression of Queen Barbara was richer than that of a knight like Nobu. Its eyes are filled with anticipation and welcome as to how the collector will confront this predicament.

"Reacher. You must not slash. Capture him alive, you can do it."

"Queen. This ningen is going to do quite well. If you're going to crush me, I'd rather give you guidance here, mercy, heel."

When the knight, called Reacha, frowned thickly, he disputed what might be or what Barbara said.

"You should be able to do it. You are the best user of the Knights of the Water Spirit (Seylan). And beat him up, and teach him the difference of race. Nice. Just a little, I'm interested. This is an order."

"Ha"

Did you perceive the presence or absence of Barbara in a sarcastic tone? Reacher opened his half when he pushed Rapier forward a long time. Its eyes staring at the treasurer. Somewhere, there was something sad to live.

"No. Yikes. Against the Queen! Excuse me. Please let go. I saved your life!

When Miriam, who had been watching, reached under the queen's feet, jumping pimply, she stretched out her arms and clung. Thought he would touch that inverse scale, Barbara gently reached out and rubbed Miriam's cheek like a mother who could tempt the selfish child.

"Miriam. You're fine and gentle, but you don't know how nasty and cowardly Ningen is. I'm sure that man must have been thinking outrageous with your honesty, too"

"With. He's my friend."

"- You're a good boy. But I can't believe I screwed with such a good boy. Again, a creature called Ningen is difficult."

Barbara urged Leecha to move forward with her gaze when she hid her mouth with a fan. Reacher slips on white sand with his boots without hesitation and stands in front of the collector.

"Ningen, name it. No. For once, let me ask you something."

"He's a treasurer."

"Klund, or... My name is Leecha, the Kingsguard knight of Her Majesty the Queen. Apply for battles on a regular basis"

Reacher muttered the name of the collector in his mouth as he chewed it, as if it had blown out.

At the same time, the swollen killing spirit propagated from her body to the cutting edge of her sword, and its brilliance seemed to have swelled many times.

As the collector pulled the "Black Lion" out of his hips, he chased all the clutter out of his brain and concentrated on Reacher's sword.

(This guy - don't do it)

He is a keeper who has survived many death fights. The sword technique was unjustifiable fighting swordsmanship, but if you pulled out the white blade and faced it, you could see the approximate skill.

Reacher also realized that the collector was not a constant user, and when he threw away the slight remaining looseness of his mind, he further pioneered his sharpened iron-like eyes.

Enemy sword. It is a thin, sharp tip. In this case, the speed would be much less over there. Even a blade of such thickness would possess the power to adequately determine the throat of the collector, although it would not be comparable to the Black Lion in its destructive power.

The fine sand that was at the edge of my vision is losing its shape. A thin, long sound, like a roar of wind. I could understand it was my own.

Stare at each other. That's all, but the more unusual the mental and physical wear and tear.

The actual time would be a few seconds or so, but the tide was full of both, unconscious.

The first move was Leecha.

She kept silent, releasing a poke at the divine speed motion as she moved smoothly.

It was a move too fast than I expected.

The collector was selflessly obsessed and waved his long sword from bottom to top. I have confidence in my power. Now, I don't even think I'd beat and beat a skinny woman so head-on.

but it was a slaughter far beyond prediction.

The cutting-edge, which is likely to be crushed once struck, is to the sword of the keeper,

Fluffy

And as soon as it wound up, it took the momentum away.

When the black sashimi sticks to the tip of the rapier, it doesn't even push or pull.

Confusion spreads throughout the body. My back of my brain was filled with fear and haste.

Whenever Reacher's sword moved, the collector was sucked away with no remaining force to fill, breaking the balance of his body about.

An unpleasant sweat gushed up on my back. At the next moment, as Reacher's sword approached as he glanced at him as he snaked, he sucked at his throat without giving him time to sacrifice and beyond his assumptions.

Hiccups, iron chills touched his throat.

They eat my throat. Almost instinctive fright ruled the zodiac. Reacher's skill is much higher than the Builder's. He quickly jumped backwards without even feeling defeated by the magical sword clasp.

I fully licked the sand on the beach as I rolled. He wielded a long sword in the direction of his intention to kill him when he rose up.

Leaving only a gutsy and rough metal sound, the cold remnants drift away.

I stood up and reassembled my sword. Reacher caught a clear eyebrow and stared at this one without even showing a slight dust gap.

The struggle with the sharpness of a polished famous knife emanating from her body has neither looked down on Kakela nor the collector, nor has she been alarmed. On the contrary, you are convinced in the present meeting that you move the basics more faithfully. I don't see a gap between walking and one of my own.

"Surprised, Ningen. I didn't know you and Reacher could even stand together... I don't know, are you out of your hands"

Barbara stares narrowly at Reacha's back.

"No, my queen. This man is a first-rate swordsman with no gaps in my hand."

Dry Leecha's voice overlapped in Barbara's questioning like a bell ringing.

The collector lowered his hips slightly with his sword horizontally raised with a puffy sweat on his forehead. "The Black Lion" slept directly beside the treasurer's face, photographing the shadow of the leacha that leaned toward him.

Sa, sa, sa,. Quietly, the wave sound returned was quietly rumbled behind the eardrum. Dozens of people are meeting together, but one shudder doesn't happen. The silence hurt my ears.

It was the collector who set me up first. Approaching Reacher as he kicks the grain of sand. I flushed the sword that stood horizontally as I ran. Now I can't see the Founder's sword completely from Reacher.

We have no choice but to release the slaughter without enlightening ourselves in time. If you get caught up in that sword, you could be in complete control of the battle.

I wasn't lost in Reacher's move either. As she stepped wide into her right front leg, she had punched in the poke at an unprecedented speed.

As the collector stuck his left hand straight out, he dared to take her cut in the palm of his hand.

Zach of red blood flows and beats the white sand hard.

A fine scream stood like a wave from a group of female knights who held their breath and watched.

Abandoned attack. Reacher also hesitated to see if this was unexpected, or if, during the moment, he would stick his sword through it, or swing it somewhere up, down, left, or right. The moment divided the victory and defeat.

The collector was forced to fold the five fingers of his left hand so as to grab each of Rapier's cuttings. Naturally, the blood that erupted was pressed against the blade, adding even more momentum. The torn middle and index fingers stretch. The red udder is pushed out into the sky. Naturally, hands freed from the blade became free.

When the collector showed his ni and white teeth, he pressed hard open the five fingers of his left hand, which he had just gripped in.

Più

and bright red blood flies like a water cannon into Reacher's eyes. She glanced reflexively. Moments later, the collector threw the sword he was holding in his right hand toward Reacher.

I guess everything was out of comprehension for her. I am selflessly obsessed and pull Rapier. Pull and squeeze diagonally. It was my habit as a swordsman trying to protect myself from flying objects.

but that's the big alarm. Rapier swung up with one hand. She went defenseless with her eyes closed.

"I got it!

The collector stuck his hands out and decided to tackle Leecha when he let loose his delightful voice.

At this point, the time had been completely killed. This does not apply to a swordsman's onslaught tied to common sense. Ahead, it was a one-sided one of the collectors I brought in to discuss the arrangement.

Different body weights, different strength, perseverance, but all things Reacher was inferior to the Zao in the fight to abandon the sword.

Turning to Reacher's back all over the sand, he stretched out his long, thick arm and immediately pressed his neck root into his arms. The sweet scent of her hair drifted fluffy on her nose tip and her sweaty, damp head touched her throat.

Reacher's neck was so thin and fine that the collector could twist it with one hand.

Without mercy, I forced her to hang from body to body. When the collector stood up, Leecha leaned back wherever she managed to wrap her arms around her neck with her eyes closed.

"Damn, ah..."

"Don't move, sister. I'd take one shot."

Reacha felt the strength hidden in the arms of the collector strapped around her neck, weakened naturally. Anyway, the thickness of the arms of a collector who worked out to work out is likely to be as good as the waist of a woman. I would have understood that if you could put some strength into it, you would have listened.

Seeing Leecha noticed, the possessor saw Barbara in obscurity.

"So the battle is my win. I don't want a lot of things. I just want respite until we get out of here. I wonder if you can admit that as a reward, my queen."

Barbara was originally a winner, and when she dyed her white cheeks sassy in red, she unexpectedly called out in a childish voice.

"It's cowardly. This wasn't a battle between the sword and the sword, so it's great."

"If you win, you lose, you lose, you're a thief. Since when did you think it was just a sword fight? Holy shit. Ha. Fighting is what happens when we lose each other's weapons."

"Well, if that means you don't have to worry about it either."

"Oh, come on!

Barbara turned to Dorothea, who was still unconscious when she opened the fan in her hand. The maidens of the Knights of the Water Spirit (Seylane), who understood the instructions, each pulled their slender swords out of their hips, poking them against the sleeping princess's cheek and letting them gleam and violently shine.

"You're cowardly. Still, the honorable Knights of the Water Spirit (Seylane)!

The collector put himself on the shelf and behaved Barbara, but it was neither effective nor convincing.

"Oh, I don't just want you to say it. Heh, heh. What do you say? The mindset is the monkey wisdom of Ningen. There are no hands or feet in my great wisdom."

"What is wisdom? Damn it, no."

"Fluffy!

The collector rubbed Leecha's ass with his free hand because he regretted it. It is a great butt of tension with well worked out meat.

Since the wound on your left hand is almost blocked by the ability of the Immortality crest Immortality Red, there is no problem in moving your five fingers freely. Reacha was often confused, but when she realized what she was doing, she dyed her cheeks and looked down.

"What are you doing? Now attack Reacher where we can't see him......!

Barbara raised an insured voice, mistakenly wondering what the collector was doing with his left arm and causing him some pain in Reacher.

(I guess not. Rather this is my hobby)

If she was such a sword-using lady, she thought one of the complaints would come, and she shivered with fear as if she were a maiden who didn't even know as much as a hairy thing as a rough thing.

Exactly, the collector also thinks, "Sorry......" Let go of my hand. Leecha then leaked her voice softly, twisting her face with her seemingly cut eyes and gazing upwards. The bat gets worse and deflects his face.

"What are you doing just now? Or are you going to take a closer look at this elf's neck?"

"Okay. Let this woman go. Let Dorothea go."

"Do you think you still have the right to stick your demands here beyond this period? Now you're done listening to my orders in silence. Instead, be honored."

"Wow, Holla."

When the collector gently tongued, he untied the arm that had been spinning around his neck and pressed Reacher's back. She fluttered, two or three forward, looking back.

"Don't feel bad. I will not betray the life of the queen."

(Why - you look so sorry)

I think of it only for a moment, but eventually I thought of it and the keeper slightly cramped his cheeks.

Even such a defenseless and similar way of winning, she admitted to the triumph of the treasurer.

And now Leecha herself is about to be tied up with a good enemy with swords in an unconvincing way. If we risk our lives to slay each other even in one go, we will approach the bottom of their hearts with or without response.

The collector himself was impressed with Leecha's sword arm, which stood out, turning half his reverence. - Anyway, I can't impress you with extending that kind of behavior to that person. And I guess she also felt something glowing about the way the zodiac fights unimpressively.

(That was a good battle for each other. Did you say Reacha or something? That was a good fight.)

The collector could only perceive her feverish caged gaze as resembling a respect for the opponent who played the game, but in fact, Reacher's gaze was filled with complications that could not be expressed in one way or another.

"It's Ningen. Kneel, yes, yes. Heh. You look great in that outfit. - Give me the rope."

The queen roars her throat with joy and gives orders to the dogs under the flag.

The maidens, dressed in a gloomy, blinding armor in their eyes, took their freedom with rope when they jumped at the collector with a frivolous look. The limbs are tightened and this is unlikely to allow any powerful owner to escape.

Barbara walked over with a full grin as she dragged her long skirt hem to the sandy beach wondering if the beast danger had now left. The collector worshipped the queen with his cheeks perfectly stuck to the sand as he fell over.

"What do you think? I feel like being left alone by a weak woman like me."

"You know..."

"What is it?"

"I wonder if you could raise your hem more. Let's see what trousers the noble queen wears."

"You!"

"How disrespectful -!"

"Let's hit him in the neck on this occasion -!"

"Leave it to me -!"

The surrounding knights stood colored by these words. The distance between the tied treasurer and Barbara was not two meters, but furthermore the knights created the meat walls so that they could break in between.

"Okay, stay back."

"But -!"

"No matter how ferocious he may be, there can be no danger if he is tied up on a hipster. Or do you think they've already pitied this ningen and added a hand to the bondage?

"Now, such a thing..."

And the knights of the Spirit of Water (Sai Lane), when they were said so, became dull. The collectors seemed as if they were only juniors scolded by seniors in the club combined with the youthfulness of their appearance.

"You're only rough with your nose. You, and the lives of the elves there. Everything is in my mood. Do you understand?"

"I'll tell you what, I'm not going to do with you, and I'm not going to talk about you out here. Let me go, my hard guard queen."

"After all, don't you understand? The value of our water spirits."

The virgin life of the Water Spirit (Seylan) is traded at high prices as a spirit medicine for immortality. The collector remembered an adventure Tan over them, heard from Bernhard, who was once Lacey's father. I don't know for what reason, but it seems there are several places in the dungeon where rare species like them live in seclusion with their eyes open. Rudge told me and I didn't see you, but this time it proved it.

"That face. There can be no such thing as Ningen reaching this point in the lake stream other than adventurers. Is it something you will never believe again, such as the words of an adventurer...!

Barbara's vocabulary inadvertently gained momentum. If you look from the collector, her face is twofold to Lacey. If Barbara distorted her face sadly, the zodiac recalled Lacey as a natural stream, with a definite pain running behind her chest.

"Why, such a face"

The monsters' girlfriends, a rare species, are highly empathetic. Thus Barbara also could not understand why the collector in front of her broke her chest from the bottom of her heart to the look of sadness that ran into her face.

"I am, I am! Don't be fooled. Heh, heh. Take you to the palace now, and give you all the pain you want -"

Barbara stroked the collector's throat with a fan in her hand as she disobeyed one knee onto the beach. At the same time, a small shadow burst out of the chest of the treasurer.

The shadow is on the queen's nose,

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and bite, roaring with a voice crawling through the land like a wolf all the time. Pordina.

"Ahhh!" Barbara rang with an interesting voice.

Pordina, who had grown smaller, endured endurance in the pocket of her keeper, but finally went on an attack, looking for Barbara, who couldn't resist the guard dog's gracious disrespect.

"Noah!

"Ah, my queen."

What can I do for you?

"Oh, don't go away. You dog."

"Reacher, you're my sister. How can we do that?"

all the while, Pordina was stripped from Barbara by the hands of the lady knights who had gathered together when she barked loudly.

The divine power of Pordina has been lost by the smallest, otherwise the queen's nose would have been sadly taken from the roots.

"Ugh. My nose."

Barbara was checking her face with a mirror handed to her by the samurai as she sat down on the spot crying. The head of her nose, which was somewhat sensual, was bright red as it had been done with a servant. Poldina's disobedience was also painfully over.

"Stop it! Get off me! Get closer to your husband. I'm not gonna leave you alone. I'm gonna twist you!

Pordina, captivated in the hands of the female knight, barked at the bark.

"My queen, what shall we do with this little girl -?"

"Ugh, it was small and I wasn't sure, Ningen? Other than that?

"Ha, sounds like a subhuman."

"Just don't keep him in jail with the elves. Hehe, Ningen. Cland, did you say? I'll take plenty of time to tell you what it means to be able to remember your name in this Barbara."

"Ah. So I told you to hide... Por, Nice GJ!

As the collector thumbed up to the loyal minister who was even in the hands of the female knight, Pordina, who kept roaring like a rabid dog, broke up her rapport and waved her tail to the left and right.

"Then you make a fool of me. Eh. I hate Ningen because of this. Shh!

Barbara threw up a throwaway dialogue with a voice like a teenage girl as she boarded the carriage she had fastened near the tree, held by the samurai and knights, disappearing one foot behind the woods.

"So what happens to us in the end?

"... to take"

Leecha sighed, nagging deeply, while holding the lumbar rope of the treasurer.

Through a few woods, the world with blue and white was spreading at once. Blue, of course, is the blue of clean water. Throughout the city there are tubes made of marble that make up the path at complex and elaborately calculated angles.

There is abundant and beautiful water flowing in it, and the Water Spirit (Seylane) - all women - is traveling, singing happily.

They liquefy their bodies and proceed with the water flow only as they pass through the path. The streets of the city were lined with countless shops and filled with harvested crops and fresh fish from grocery stores.

"Look, look. Sisters of the Knights."

"Beautiful as ever."

"I wonder what you're towing."

I wonder what it is.

"A rare fish."

"For fish, they stand on two legs, just like us."

"It's black. If your hair is black, your body is black and your eyes are black. Fuzzy, fuzzy."

"- Hey, aren't you going to change your way? This is good. It's good."

"I'm sorry. The route to the palace is predetermined by law and cannot be changed by our very existence."

The collector was surrounded by the maidens of the Knights of the Water Spirit (Seylane) on all sides, while the boulevard of the Water Capital was raised.

Anyway, stand out. Stand out. Many of the water spirits (Seylan) are basically unafraid, and when they look at the possessor, they round their eyes and dont gather together.

For once, the knights also show a bare gesture to get rid of them, but they can't be as strong as they thought because of their unusual sweetness towards their countrymen. On top of that, since it is the end of answering the questions foolishly and politely but individually, the walk never goes forward.

"Hey, are you a fish man? I wonder if we're going to go up to the queen's table."

"No, you're not."

At last, the water spirits (Sai Lane) questioned the Cavaliers directly through the siege of knights. Apparently, they think of the treasurer as a new species of fish, with a thousand different reactions ranging from something that swallows saliva, or someone who somehow remembers pity and cries hard.

"Unusual fish, fish, you, poor thing they eat you...... That's right! I have dinner I bought at the market right now. I think if I trade you for this, I won't be able to eat it."

When one water spirits (Seylan) pulled the hair of the collector, he took out the crodile in the shopping cage and pressed it softly.

She closes one eye, puts her index finger on her lip, and says, "It's a nightshaw." Right next door, one of the female knights had her eyebrows in eight letters like she was in trouble.

"You know, I'm happy for you. Doesn't she sound like a knight here?"

"Oh, really? Knight, knight, sister. Here's one thing... please don't ask."

The Water Spirit (Sei Lane) met Po's palms, and now he smiled with no cloudiness.

As troubled as the female knight is, she looks at the face of the collector no matter what she does and begs for help. And his gaze lifted up upon the LORD. Thus did he show mercy.

- Ask me what to do.

Slightly behind the collector, Dorothea, who is late and still unconscious, is put on the doorboard, eh, eh, eh. They have a calm basic personality, so it was salvation when it came to salvation that they didn't feel so much danger to themselves even when they were tied up.

(He broke the rope on my leg and told me to walk myself. These guys, aren't they a little too defenseless)

When I think about it, the temperament of the Water Spirit (Seylane) looked just like Lacey's somewhere.

I immediately believe in people's stories.

I shrugged my feelings as much as if this was still true for what I was suffering.

I basically don't understand well that there is something in this world called evil.

When the queen's eyes disappeared when she returned to the palace one foot away, they didn't hit the zodiac as hard as they initially did. On the contrary, it startles me twice when I give honest praise to an earlier battle, come close to trying to handle the wounds, and find myself healing them all with the power of the Immortality Crest, Immortality Red. On top of that, while we were on the road to this point, it seemed like the head of the collector was going to be weirder for each of us to try to be convenient, as if we had decided that the collector was not an adversarial creature just because we talked.

"Mm-hmm. That's a dull walk. Does the rope on your arm hurt? Want me to loosen up a little bit?

"No, if you loosen up any more, you'll loosen up."

The collector begged me to loosen up because the rope on his arm hurts to try, and I was fully accepted and clapped out. I thought Leecha, the leader of the Knights, would blame me, and where is the breeze she blows too. On the contrary, it is the beginning and end of rubbing from the top of the rope so as to make it painless and childish.

I'm not assuming at all that I can get away with it.

"Loosen up? Loosen up?"

"Fine. And if you let go, the queen will scold you when you get to the palace."

"Ugh, yeah. Right. That's easier on you, Ningen."

"Hi..."

I don't know what to do. It's so gentle.

You've been worried about me.

What shall we do? What shall we do?

If I let him get away with it, I guess he'll be pissed.

I wonder if I'll be angry, my queen.

But he looks like a good one.

You're in trouble. You're in trouble. We have to follow orders.

I don't want to embarrass you with a good ningen.

Let him go?

But that's right, it is.

The women knights began a whisper with their faces poked at each other as they left the treasurer. I mean, I heard everything. They keep their faces close together and whisper at each other, so their helmets are bumped and their cocks are ringing.

(Those guys loosened up, so I kind of loosened them up)

Did the House vote or did one of the female knights come close and face nervousness?

"What shall I do? Ningen. I think I'll let you get away with this... What am I supposed to do?

- What are you going to do when you ask the person about it?

The collector saw Reacher's face. She started messing with her hair when she looked over at her buddies' faces like she was in trouble.