Dungeon+Harem+Master

True summit where Tanganica is named "dragon" and its name. It stemmed from characteristics that rocked the earth and caused earthquakes on a small scale, just as the legendary earth dragon used it.

He saw the situation as slightly unfavourable to himself, and quickly buried most of his body in loose soil, spreading the tough six moustaches that grew in his lower and upper jaws into the soil.

At the same time, his enormous flesh gradually raised its accelerator from fine vibrations, causing an earthquake in a wide area extending over a few kilometers in a few seconds or so.

The palace of the Water Spirit (Sai Lane) is at the end of the eyes and nose from the splendid plains where the Founding Fathers fought. The twitchy, rippling energy rocked the building on the ground from its roots and mercilessly destroyed it from its roots.

Meh.

The treasurer learned a light floating sensation when he felt the ground fall momentarily.

Whether your body moves away from your seat and your spine becomes stiff and subtly scary in your stomach, as you taste in the amusement park screaming machine.

I don't have time to think about anything. Pordina's body floated across the universe in front of her only for a moment in the retina, but she couldn't do anything. My body beat me to the earth like a clown and bounced off again and again.

His whole body of blood vessels refluxed to a severe impact, causing heaven and earth to flip over.

(And die - this, no!

To soften the shock, he rounded his body and closed his eyes. Everywhere, I bump into it and my body feels diluted.

The earthquake didn't last that long. I guess Tanganica's power had also been reduced by the attacking of the collectors by a significant percentage. While rolling for a while, he slowly prepared his breath in a grey world where earthen smoke stood. Sadly, the power of Immortality Red continues to take effect. As the white glow went all over his body or the paralysis slowly loosened, the collector continued to call in turn Pordina's, Leecha's and Miglia's names, as he was forced to stand up and let go.

"You guys!

As the earth and dust gradually cleared, a misery jumped in that made me want to cover my eyes.

Reacher and Miriam are rolling side by side. The two were soiled and neat all over their bodies.

"Your husband, are you injured..."

"Pordina, don't force yourself to move"

"I'm fine, this much."

Pordina moaned and quickly stood up to show without the collector having to lend her a hand. That's a war-wolf who boasts tough flesh. Originally made differently from humans, endurance also slipped out. Meanwhile, Leecha and Miriam were in a state where they couldn't get up right after hitting hard all over their bodies, making sure they weren't fatally injured.

"I put up a protective bond..."

When they said and looked at their bodies subtly, the body surface was covered with a single piece of skin, like a film of water. I would have liked Leecha to be driven and put up with herself and the Miriam right next to her, but she was pushed to a situation where she was almost incapable of fighting.

The treasurer carried Leecha, and when he put Pordina in charge of Miglia, he glanced at Tanganica, who was squatting in a sea of mud melted in drools, at a point about half a kilometre from us.

Now he's tired too. Can you push him in and stab Todome? The collector was heavily aware that his personality was prone to be cool and hot. Instead of putting aside the anger that still carries the Reachers, distancing them from the slightly abominable Ones, but damaging the innocent Water Spirits (Seylane) and dusting the city that was peaceful, the fire powder is rising and burning more and more.

but in my current body I was even questionably exhausted about how far I could rip that huge piece of meat off, even if I ran over to get something.

"Klund - I know I regret it, but I hope you don't abandon me or Miriam"

Reacher on his back went weak. She is not of such a weak-sounding character. In other words, he deliberately used language that he couldn't refuse, considering Miriams and collectors who were hurt and neat, not himself.

"In the meantime, let's take a distance. We can fight, but I'm worried about Miriam."

Immediately determined that there was no pursuit, the collector left the battlefield. It was humiliating.

"I heard my sister and the Knights of the Water Spirit (Seylane) lay in formation ahead. Once we pull that far, we'll work out a plan."

Moving like a wafer, aftershock occurred and my foot waved small.

While not moving much, the collectors arrived at the rubble zone faction laid by Barbara.

"Clandestine. And Reacher, that wound...!

"Sorry sister. With all that rambling going on, it was a trick to come back without a coward. My sins deserve to die."

"Bye. Now, you don't care about that. Ugh! Reacher and Krander, that wound would be a hand wound in the face of Tanganica...... Ugh."

There was no longer a piece of anger or anger in Barbara. Originally, it's an innocent character. Underlying honesty is knowing that the collectors fought for the Water Spirit (Seylan) clan in bloodshed, or that there is no longer but gratitude. Barbara took Reacher and the keeper's hand, spilling tears and eventually poking her knees on the ground, she summoned them not only like a baby, uh-huh.

"Good for you, my queen."

"Leecha, you're back, and Mr. Ningen can help you."

"We have to work hard too."

"I'll do it, I'll do it"

The maidens of the Water Spirit (Sai Lane) also weep and wet their cheeks. As opposed to the women exploding their emotions, the collector was faceless. It's nice to know they're safe, but there's nothing to do with those and the impending reality. It was only a few, a group of more than a hundred people who looked at it all the time, but Tanganica felt painful with herself that she was not the one who could go in and shoot her without any measures.

"Barbara. Don't you have a map of the area?"

"Mr. Klando. Not that I don't, but the earthquake earlier buried me in the rubble of every library. But geography is in my head."

That's what Barbara said, she began writing a huge mess of maps around the palace with tree branches on the ground. The collector thought deeply with his hands on his chin as he listened to the main points of the architecture, one after the other. Then, when focusing on a certain point, the black eyes of the collector gave a strong glow.

"What is this bridge?"

"That's one of those wooden ones that's not already in use. Oh, but if there was such a strong shake, there's a chance that it's already collapsing -"

One thought floated behind the zodiac's brain, and it was shaped with a clear contour.

"This is the only hand I have. Barbara, I need you to prepare something for me now."

Tanganica was badly hurt. Half the feeders burned most of their bodies, then they choked on one eye and injured more than they could see.

I rocked the ground using my specialty "bustle," clutching around like a feather worm, getting rid of a few particularly prestigious ones, but I couldn't keep the pain or the bumps in my chest away about that.

The decision to flee was not in his mind. For a while, although I have been hiding myself in the soil and jiggling, the pain that is causing the jiggles and the body has grown to sound as far as the bone marrow, rather than weakening.

The direction in which the feeders fled is not so far away. When there were still signs near the nest where this body was burned with that great heat, Tanganica sensed sensitively with the moustache that had made her crawl into the earth, pulling up her heavy body and starting to advance again in order to cool off the unpleasant cuckoo that sprang up from the bottom of her belly.

After awhile, a fish stood in front of him as he pinched his tail.

Tanganica remembered the earlier battle and hesitated no more.

The feeders thought they were all just to be eaten in the same way, but some of them are annoying with some togee. Tanganica had an overwhelming overconfidence in her power, but it was just a one-time offense that swayed slightly and she was learning again. The 18th "Bulb" is soft on the ground, unsuitable for use and doesn't mean you can do it anywhere.

But the fish just want to show their bellies and provoke this one.

Even with a hand wound, that's Tanganica. As a mighty man, and as an organism at height, it has not vanished.

All right, you fish. Let's roll it up with this tongue and show him the difference in swallowing stature.

Tanganica was sensitive to the signs of an organism that would let his moustache float in the universe and dissipate from his surroundings.

Apparently, he cleverly dives into a position where he hides his figure but doesn't see a flavor of bait and looks at this one.

Fish are surprisingly and unexpectedly awesome as they call out to be tight with ringing that is not commensurate with the size of their body.

He retreats as he jumps, but eventually the movement slows down, starting to show tiredness.

Tanganica looked down with a full mockery at the fish that kept the dance of death dancing diligently in front of her, busuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The collectors watched diligently as the mermaid Chocolata stood up healthy to direct Tanganica to the nearby meadow.

"Oh, chocolata......"

I could hear Barbara stiffening and crushing herself right next to me, but now all I have to do is pray to God Buddha that Chocolata will not be delivered to the belly of the demon dragon. In the first place, whoever does it is dangerous, so there's no choice but to cut it off.

The operation built by the collector is simple and extreme. Bring Tanganica to the wooden bridge, which had become unusable in the immediate vicinity, and burn it down with the oil and powder barrels planted on the bridge leg.

The most bridge to the river directly below was only about twenty meters tall, and we all had no idea how effective the blows caused by the crash and the surprise raids caused by the flames were.

Besides, the anxiety element is that if Tanganica notices the trap and has an earthquake, this operation is instantly overshadowed from the ground up. It was an operation that conceived the ultimate danger.

"Mr. Ghost, over here, the squeaking of your hands."

Chocolata was an unexpectedly skilled method of rapid weaving, which had successfully induced the devil dragon by stirring his abomination and instinctive appetite. Leecha says that the demon dragon is brilliant at the signs of life and naturally notices these signs, but there is no such thing as a natural enemy from its giant, and he is weakly alert to the crisis.

(You catch me, catfish...)

When Tanganica tried to reach the now abandoned wooden bridge, I could see that Chocolata deliberately slowed the movement to make the invitation stronger, rolling back to sleep and showing her belly.

The wooden bridge was so vast that Tanganica could afford to go ahead even with her body on board.

The collector continued to watch Chocolata hit a generation of plays on the other side of the bridge, holding his breath as he tried to catch his prey. It is a very gutsy task and the spirit wears off significantly.

(Gaps everywhere. Tanganica)

Unexpectedly Tanganica moved forward and roared. My heart is about to stop. The devil dragon moved quickly and even came to a position where he could have a single drink of chocolata, but he slapped his tongue, the capturing machine of prey, into a spot where it was soggy, as if he were deliberately removing it from the chocolata and mocking it, and stuck to leave anyone behind. This must be his demonstration that he can eat you at any time.

Tanganica doesn't care at all about the water spirits (Sai Lane) that this one is keeping her down. Instead of being scattered, it's like you're not paying attention. Besides, the operation was dull and loose.

"Now!

The treasurer instructed him to look back at the straw and give a signal. When the knight who had prepared the red flag among the knights of the Water Spirit (Sei Lane) could not rise, swinging quickly from left to right twice and three times, Chocolata struck the featherboard of the wooden bridge with a tail and, as he rose back to the river lying flanking him in a glorious retreat.

"Fire -!"

When Leecha pulled through Rapier and ordered the knights, the maidens, who were folding with bows on the grass, fired arrows at the wooden bridge in an undisturbed motion.

The rocket makes a loud noise when it draws a parabola and ends towards the bridge.

Tanganica is already in the middle of the bridge. You can't run away, and I won't forgive you.

The lump of orange red was sucked into the oil and powder barrel that had been planted by chance, and it made a tremendous noise and burned up.

The bridge leg, which had already almost rotted out, sounded strangely dull and dull, and eventually dizzled and collapsed, floating the Tanganyika giant that had been in quite a bit into the universe.

The Water Capital was also a weakened land of fire, but with this much preparation, it is not impossible to burn one or two of the rotten bridges. Tanganica falls down with a roar that makes her want to cover her ears with a monster movie greetings.

Do-doo.

A heavy bass echoing at the bottom of his belly and a few water splashes rose.

Tanganica is severely distressed as she stands at the bottom of a shallow river, even though she is burned half of her body.

"No, Pordinagh!

Copy that, sir.

He took charge of the boulders prepared by Pordina, who had refrained by his side when the collector shouted, and began throwing at Tanganica with superhuman strength. Drawing a loose parabola, the rock succeeded in shattering and heavily striking and weakening its flesh as it flew through the sky and hit Tanganica.

"Remaining eyes! I'll aim for your eyes, so rinse!

Barbara pointed the fan and issued a circular to the entire army. The knights are numerous, but there have also been earlier earthquake attacks, and only about half of a hundred can fight properly.

but they whip on their tired bodies and pull their bows diligently. Hit the arrow. Everything is for victory.

The rocket instantly succeeded in crushing Tanganica's only remaining left eye.

The eyes with several arrows protruding are halibut like needle-fed tofu, flushing all sorts of white-like fluids.

In agony Tanganica bounces off a cakera of lumber wrapped around her moustache. The giant round rod depresses the knights and hurts several of them together, but it doesn't snap.

"Running away - Tanganica's getting away from here"

Barbara twinkles with a blurred look as she looks at Tanganica, who twists herself and returns the stifling. Did the knights lose the thread of nervousness, everyone sat on the spot with a relaxed look on their faces, or they were seen removing and shaking the bow in their hands.

"Cland, what's wrong? That asshole side..."

Dorothea, whose eyes were closed on the doorboard, is moving her lips bitterly as she wakes up.

"Idiot, you can't. Go to sleep."

"No, I'm not. Catfish cannot die or die to this extent because they are inherently filthy. Here, it's like leaving the city with its roots if you miss it. If your lord is also a man, show him with a kick-ass"

Dorothea is trying to force herself to grab the Holy Sword (Black Lion) with trembling hands to hand it to her.

The collector grinned nicely, stripping her white teeth as she pressed her palms around her sheath with her hands as big as a cup of tea.

"Wait. I'm gonna finish everything now."

"That's why it's so frightening."

As the collector ran and pulled his sword out of his sheath, he dived off the cliff for nothing.

The target is the demon dragon Tanganica.

A loose floating sensation wraps the whole body, but a strong exaltation scratches away all fears together.

The dragonflies that seemed so huge and horrible now seem even smaller.

Grasping the Black Lion with both hands, the crest on his chest increased his shine with strength.

What is this enemy? What is the weakness of this enemy...

You don't have to think about it. Someone else, who is not herself, is a flat point of Tanganyika's body, amidst strangely shy thoughts. It points to the forehead area.

I wasn't lost. In the mood of being struck by heaven, the Zao pointed the cutting-edge of the "Black Lion" at a slight point of it.

Zuguri, and. I pinpointed the Black Lion to the steep part of my forehead. When the vertically pierced long sword easily penetrated to the Tuba former, it was certainly felt that it had destroyed Tanganica's life.

The luminescence that burns down the body of the collector intensifies even further. Out of the light, it passed from the chest to the blade, and sucked everything into Tanganyika's body.

Release your hands from the sword and surrender yourself to the void.

The body of the demon dragon swayed about, and the long sword that naturally fell out followed the collector.

The collector was intoxicated by the sound of the loose ruin of the falling tanganica as he spurted up and submerged in the river.

"Daiji-kun. Hold on!

The collector, in a hazy consciousness, was carried by the chocolata and finally took a breath when he threw his half on the shore.

I overused my powers. Lie on your back by the rolling river of stone and breathe all over your body.

White light flourishes in my head and blinks repeatedly. Waking up his upper body, remembering a mild headache, he saw Tanganica's body lying in his eyes trying to collapse among the wreckage of a collapsed wooden bridge.

"Even so, where did this monster come from..."

"Right. Tanganica was supposed to be tightly sealed in a tsunami off the capital."

Chocolata, who was squeezing the apron around next door, curiously snapped her little neck.

"Sealed?"

"Yes. Tanganica is a legendary warcraft, finally sealed by the Queen… Barbara's predecessors after much damage. The monster was sealed in a stone shrine, so that the people of the capital could not easily approach it."

"Is that something anyone knows?

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not keeping it a secret."

- Something, I feel artificial malice.

The collector tried to shake it up and saw the shadow running in front of him as he stood up, stiffening his body.

"Abou!

"Hih?

Wave the water and a giant whip runs. That was the last fart of a weasel that Tanganica, who was supposed to have shot, waved in remorse. It was an unbeatable blow.

It was at best to thrust the chocolata. The treasurer was blown up to the shoreline, chopped apart, devouring an intense blow.

It was an exact, unparalleled blow that shattered my whole body. When I wave my selflessly obsessed "Black Lion" in my hand, my moustache cuts off completely and flies with an arc in the universe.

I felt the bones all over my body slapped against my rock skin were broken down by force as well.

A chickatica spark scattered in front of me and severe pain like current pierces my brain from my toes through my lumbar bones.

You, and. The smell of iron spread through his mouth and his blood was spit out of his throat like a bucket of contents.

"Clandestine, clandestine!

"If so, idiot. Don't force yourself to shake. So, come on..."

"Now that the chocolate ratta is up there, I'd like to invite all the knights."

"Nah, you don't have to go for it. Give me more shoulder than that. We're going up."

The collector borrowed Chocolata's shoulder and slowly climbed up the stairs he had made through the rocky skin and exited in front of the bridge, but there was a sight that he had never imagined.

The knights of the Water Spirit (Sai Lane) had their nets cast over their bodies and were desperate. When the collector pressed Chocolata's head against him and lay him down on the spot, he saw a group of armed men fishing around them.

Even if you look at it, there are more than thirty. The Knights of the Spirit of Water (Seylan) numbered more than a hundred, but everyone was helpful, and most of them were in the net because of the ambush, and they could not resist Locke.

"Mr. Klando. It looks like that net, our water spirits (Sei Lane), is being enchanted with hateful fire attributes. And so are the servants."

"Hidun......! Why, here?"

Barbara was speaking to Yu Man, who clearly appeared to be a general in a group of men.

"I missed you, Barbara."

Still young, the painful man with a large knife wound on the right half of his face, when he called the queen's name in a sweet voice, approached him with kindness and reached out to hold his shoulder, but when he noticed Reacher coming forward like a cover and flew quickly backwards, he tongued abominably.

"Leecha. To Temehe, too. How dare you scratch this proud face? I'll give you plenty of thanks later, so stay tuned."

"More than that! How could you do such a terrible thing to everyone?"

"I wonder if this head and crotch of yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Even though it was out of my mind to kill even that tanganica. Either way, the plan hit the diagram, and it turned out to be awesome."

"No way, you are! Seal Tanganica...!

"I can't believe you noticed, you stupid bitch with a bad blood spill. How about the fish here? Let me show you how I've revamped, and I'll go check on the demon dragon you're not so scared of to make up. I can't believe you lent me the tools to break Tsukazuka's location instead of politely, it's totally too chocolate! The stupidest fish I've ever seen. We buried everyone here after gang rape!

When Hidun held his belly with a humble face, he laughed as the men on the spot imitated.

"How could she have been so stupid when we were on our way?"

"I'll forgive you, lick my fucking hole. If you do it, fuck you."

"I'm gonna help you with something that whores don't like, 'cause I'm gonna be okay with believing it."

"Well, if I cried when I lied to you, I wouldn't mind."

"At the end of the day, I ran into him strangling him."

"At first, I thought the water spirits would go to the bottom of this water."

"A woman can do whatever she wants, cut rewards, and fever depending on how she wins."

Barbara shook with a blue-white face.

"So... so are you... still not revamping or something... Awful. Because then I swore I would never be evil again... even though I missed it!

"Sister! Is that...?

Leecha stuck to Barbara looking stunned. Barbara shook her shoulders violently, poking her knees on the spot as she covered her face with both hands.

"Stupid woman! Lucky you let me get away with it. I thought I was releasing that demon dragon - killing the Knights and getting one or two survivors would be a ton, but this is what I'm eating. The virgin water spirits (Sai Lane) are sold at a high price. Barbara. You don't sell them specially, you make them my toys. Oh, yeah, yeah. Once you hold them, you can live longer, and they'll drool and jump! A fancy whore from the Water Spirit (Seylan). This is a good idea for me. Hyah!"

"You think I'd let you imitate that more than I have on it?

"Hmm. Temehe looks like the best he can do standing. I was wondering if something might happen. I hired an awesome swordsman for the Adventurer Alliance. - Doctor, please."

As Hidun stepped back and opened his hands horizontally at his height, a man with a tremendous face, like a rock cut out of a group of men, stepped forward as he rattled his steel armor.

"My name is Gills Bronx of the Great Sword. Woman, if you surrender in silence, you can save your life and take care of yourself."

"I'm kidding...!

"Looks pretty good. Because it's my hobby to subjugate women like that and lick them enough to fumble my stuff."

Gills stood right in the eye as he pulled through the Great Sword he bore on his back. The power of the sword, which is more than a metre long, has been freely pulled out to hold twigs, is considerable.

"Ugh!

"Knock."

When Gills developed a rough mood and struck the Great Sword directly in front of him, Leecha went away with a sword he was good at, but he still didn't have the usual clarity in his body.

"Look, look, what's going on! With that, the battle will be over soon. Whoa. Do you really want to take care of me? Do you want me to adore you? Ahem?"

"Word of the world."

"Hmm."

Predict Reacher's upset. When Gills struck out the big sword from the top, Reacher was played Rapier and kneeled on the spot half blind.

Suddenly Gills relentlessly kicked Reacher's belly up, putting his foot on her rolling chest and licking his thick lips up with his thick tongue.

"Looks like we had a fight."

"One, if it's not even handy"

"Plump. That's the place, I can't wait"

With Gills in charge of the sword, he broke his knee and grabbed Reacher's hair. It was the moment when the consciousness of everyone on the spot was distracted by Girth's behavior and every attention was distracted.

As the collector jumped out of the rocky stairs, he accidentally jumped as he pushed the knights of the Water Spirit (Seylane) with great momentum.

Dozen.

A sumptuous sound pounded the thick meat mass roughly. Girth's neck was swept up in the air with the sword of the collector defenseless.

Pi Pi and Momentum jumped up his neck and hit Hidun's shoulder.

"Hih!"

When Hidun shouted pitifully and poked his butt, he made his eyes black and white and roughed up his voice.

"What the fuck!

"Clandestine -!"

He controlled Barbara with his hand as he rushed over, spitting beh on the pattern and wetting it. The collector roared like a fierce beast, staring at the group who had unleashed their swords in front of him.

"Stay back. These guys don't leave one bug, they slap it."

The collector ran into the group with the "Black Lion" on the upper stage. Swing the blade around like a windmill with little aim. Occasionally, about three people who had their neck and chest slashed rolled unnecessarily.

"What is it, cancer?"

"Alone. Nice work."

The men jumped when they surrounded the treasurer. The collector uselessly used a long sword as he jumped into the men's feet to dive.

The cutting tip causes the tibia, the ankle, and the leg to be broken and the blood tide to erupt. A long sword to the chest of a man who has fallen into it only stretches his breathless weight.

I stood up quickly and flew freely to the left to the right. The slaughter unleashed by the momentum of the river flew the neck of the men who attacked him from one end, one, two - when, um, no.

From behind, I felt tremendous pressure looming and turned around. A bald-headed man with a huge axe peels his teeth out and jumps in. Pulling from the bottom up, the man cracked his face in two and blew momentum backwards.

When I fled quickly, I buried my long sword deep on the flank of a man who was on the run without warning. Kicking a man in the hips and pulling out his sword, he slips between the three or so men in a flowing motion, continuing to break his hips and kill him.

"Your husband - I will grant you a grant!

"Ha. I won't let all the klands have a good place! And so did the crowd. Ugh!

Was it turning behind the group, Pordina and Dorothea roared, and the knights still able to move responded to it, and a riot began.

The fatigued ten or so knights of the Still Moving Water Spirit (Seylane) join in a threesome and expel the men with skillful collaboration.

In particular, Pordina's movements were remarkable. Peel out your sharp nails and rave around the men. He was torn through his neck, screamed, and instantly about five people died.

"Kuh, shit. Get rid of him, you bastard."

The collector captures Hidun, who was trying to escape, dripping down his bloody long sword.

Two men, who were protecting Hidun, set up their swords with a blue face, but their eyes were not set in focus, blown in complete cowardice.

One couldn't stand the tension anymore, he stuck with a call. There was no structure, no crap, insufficient speed and temper. The collector shook down his long sword with full force as his back teeth bit into his chisel.

The blade broke the face of the looming man and dyed the Zhu, bouncing about two meters off the spot.

The remaining one turned his back and tried to escape, and the collector grabbed the arm holding the score to run and sealed the motion and scratched the throat whistle from behind.

"Why, why this... What did I do?"

"Hidun. Kill Temehe. You're not complaining."

Can't you see why? Hidun has stuffed the distance as he waved his sword unscrupulously.

The Zao calmly slammed the "Black Lion" into Hidun's sword, shooting it up into the void, and as he stepped forward he slapped it into his defenseless face.

When Hidun raised his scream like a stranded cat, he dyed his face red and scattered blood smoke, rolled obliquely and spasmodically, immediately extinguishing.

When I wiped the blood paste on the blade with my pocket and delivered my sword to the sheath, my sense of nothingness spread throughout my body. Around them, the water spirits (Sai Lane), who had defeated the wicked men brilliantly, rose up in victory, and came to pieces by the possessor.

"Yay! That's Mr. Ningen."

Thank you.

"It's amazing. It's strong. Stay with me forever."

The beginning in the first place, if you think about it, was where they were horribly alert to humans.

So is Tanganica. If they treated each other with a little distrust, damage like today could definitely have been prevented.

Now that the hero of salvation has been conceived and imprinted with friends of the Water Spirit (Seylan), it is easy to think of what kind of aftermath awaits us after the Founding Fathers have left, if not for lack of imagination.

"Um, Mr. Klando. Does it hurt anywhere?"

"Don't touch it."

"Ah."

When the collector paid for the stretched Barbara's hand, he turned his back curly.

"What is it? Something I care about."

"I'm sick of it. Once you've been held, don't face your wife."

"Huh."

"Think about it. Sure, thanks for the help, but every time something happens, it doesn't matter how many lives you have when you're treated with a caution stick. She's a woman who deserves to be protected. I'm sorry."

I could still easily understand Barbara turning her back to be limping with a fuzzy look.

The pure and innocent water spirits (Seylan) will be the same.

Barbara accidentally slipped to her waist to see if the meaning of the Founder's words had gradually penetrated. When I turned my hips silently and shook them off, I heard the falling noise slowly distant.

"Wow, me. I didn't mean to - that's what Klander thought he was going to leave this capital someday, but like this - there aren't many ways to break up like this."

"Ugh. Don't you dare. Don't you ever hang around again. I think you're mistaken for that, so let's just say it. I only think of Ningen as a fish who talks about you a lot. You don't know yet, Barbara. I said I'm tired of you!

"Oh, no..."

Barbara just mouths it and hugs it on her hips, as if she had lost some other words.

Now I thrust it unarmed. I hear Leecha screaming with care for her sister.

The collector does not even look back as it is, but silently turns away from the spot. Dorothea and Pordina rushed after him.

"Wait...... don't go. Crand. Well!

Still feeling signs of Barbara taking over, the collector pulled out the long sword without turning around. I was worried about the faceless, but how far I could get it fixed.

The long sword ran Barbara's head rinse and jumped the little crown that was her hair ornament.

The crown rolled over by the way and stopped around with blood.

Sticking his cut in silence, Shizuku, a tear spilled from Barbara's eyes, transmitted the blade and glowed with sadness.

"Get lost."

That became the word of farewell. Looking just like Lacey, she wet herself with tears on her cheeks, lowering her hips on the spot, wailing like a child without shame or outsider.

- Humans are scary things. So don't ever come near me again, Barbara.

I felt an unbearable sense of nothingness spread and looked up.

The collector leaves the scene early enough as he palms the coral slopes he receives from Reacher. Pordina and Dorothea followed that unmistakable back a few steps late.

Capital of the Water Spirit (Seylan), supposedly in the underground labyrinth.

Based on the history books of Silver Villago, it is noted that its royal road paradise, rumors, were the only ones who actually did not show up.