Dungeon+Harem+Master

And the collectors reached thirty levels. It is emotional, if you think about it. When I first dived into the dungeon, I had a sense of seclusion if I thought I didn't know the right or left and that I wasn't joining one of the members I have now.

If you think you've never met a famous clan before here, you're all headed downstairs through the "Guardian Beast” in your boss room.

Now it seems as if a huge, rusty, dusty door is waiting for the challenger to quietly stare at us in front of the zodiac. I can think if I want to.

"Guys, you ready?"

Pordina, who had three elves daughters, including Dorothea, and a machete next door, and Louloulou and Victoire, who were wary of the rear a little further away, nodded silently.

When you put a pine light on your dark feet, you'll see that all the adventurers think you've passed through here, uniformly bypassing the boss room and choosing a passage that's smoothly descending.

- But we're not. You decided to flatten the treasure you left to eat from one end.

"Klund. I asked Rudge, but there's no such thing as information about this thirty layer boss. If you don't keep your head down, you might get in trouble."

Dorothea, who was navigating in the dungeon, closed one eye as she looked at the light point of the Heavenly Separator.

The ten tiers were metal golems that were solidifying themselves with steel weapons.

The twenty tiers were the devil bird Cocatrice, who specializes in petrified attacks, and all monsters with shameless strength in the name of the Guardian Beast.

This one has less fighting power than then, but when we confirmed everyone's will earlier, there was no one alone who wanted to retreat.

"Hey, guys. We'll kill the Boss Monster lightly here, and we'll brag about everything we're waiting for in the Mansion. So... don't die."

"I know, I know."

I'll take care of it.

"Naturally."

"Huh. I'll tell you where I'm good enough by myself."

"I'll take care of it, sir."

"Mr. Klando. Thanks for your help."

"Uh-huh. Okay. Then we'll all open the door. I'm in, I'm in. Huh!"

When all seven of them pushed the main door and entered quite a bit, the passage of the rock was straight up, not so different from the cave they had ever walked into.

"Hey, you're nervous."

Karen followed me perfectly next to the right with her bow in one hand. In the front, Pordina moves forward with a slit foot, slightly lowering herself so that she can be slashed with a sword at any time after the open payment is at her disposal.

Slightly to the rear left, Liza was doing a solid writing to the notebook while having Loulou illuminate her hand.

"Lisa, I'm impressed with your writing, but be careful not to make it into a suicide note."

"Mm-hmm. It's okay. All right, all right, that's it."

It doesn't last that long with tension. And as the endless invisible tunnels continued everywhere, they were loose on everyone who was concerned, but during the battle, the relaxation of your degree of concentration came out.

"Something. How long will it last, this way?

"Don't you dare ask me that. First, the route of the Heavenly Separator has changed normally."

Dorothea is the shortest of these, to tell the truth. Conversely, Liza, who seemed seemingly black gal and bored, (although she may just look that way because she is a dark elf and an exposed favourite outfit...) had a gutsy, tenacious personality through the whole clan and would never let herself off the hook.

Because of the princess temperament that led to Karen, she keeps her bow in Loulou and bites the yawn with one hand.

"Not yet? I'm tired of it."

"This is why I call you a lady..."

"Hey, Klando. I'm not questioning the ability of the Heavenly Separator, but surely something is wrong?

As Victoire, who had been silently on rear alert without a word before, cut the paralysis, he pulled the collector's coat as hard as he could.

I know how you feel. The collector dropped his eyes on the pocket watch at hand and noticed that it had been about four hours, pushing and killing the black feeling of impatience springing up at the bottom of his belly.

"That's weird indeed. Get some rest."

I sat on a nearby rock and formed a circle. This tunnel is wide enough for four adults to manage to walk side by side, so ambush from left to right is not a problem.

The road was straight, and I didn't have to be so hypersensitive because of the relationship where everyone had the light, as soon as something approached me from the foreseeable front and back.

The collector drew saliva and chewed slowly as he often chewed and tasted the behavioral food butter cookies handed to him by Liza.

Next door, Karen had her hands on her cheeks as she narrowed her eyes and acclaimed the special baked treat with crispy and chocolate as "this yummy."

"I was wondering if you were going to meet the boss right away. That's a slap."

"But I don't know. That's the enemy's hand. Ah, Cora. Liza. Not enough steaming of tea leaves yet. Look, don't interrupt. too."

I get puffy and angry when Victoire slaps Liza right in the back of her hand as she reaches for the tea bowl.

(For hating something, the maid is following the board...)

"Your husband. There's dirt in your mouth."

The collector gave a loose look like a child as Pordina wiped his mouth.

"What, that shitty face? Why don't you stay a little saggy, huh?

"Nah, you seem angry. Ah! No way, isn't it a yakimochi? Mrs. Dorothea."

"So, who. Don't be silly. Pordina! Don't spoil this one too much, either, Lord. It's getting worse and worse!

"Because it is my duty to spoil your husband. Don't get me wrong."

Have you lost your strength in a good way?

You can't strain it too much, and even if it's too loose, you don't have to be able to cope with it when it's a crisis.

"Um, Mr. Klando. Shall I look a little further?"

Loulou lifted his hips quickly as he finished his tea first and was out of hand.

"No, I'm going, sir."

You just wanted to appeal to "where you can use it," Pordina got up and tailed! and upright.

"Mm-hmm. Loulou was faster, so leave it to Loulou. That's why I'm asking you."

"I'll take care of it"

I guess he didn't feel like it, but his pitiful expression usually softens. The collector stroked Pordina's head, somewhat depressed, while watching Loulou move on, noticing the gaze.

What the...?

How long have you been here?

"Hmm. I saw it was much sharper than it seemed"

A monster I'd never seen looking back was sneaking behind a line.

The collector stared at the monster frozen, unconscious in pulling out his sword.

The size is almost no different from that of a human being.

Seeing no difference from the rearmost Victoire would be one hundred and seventy or so.

The width wasn't enough to feel threatened either, but it was alien in every sense anyway.

He had a twisted torso and brown epidermis like a sawfly's body. Sitting in the middle of the road like a snake wrapped around a tunnel, it has countless eyes all over its body, staring at this one without blinking.

Driven by survival instincts, they all took their distance screaming. The collector came forward as a cover when he pulled Victoire and Liza backwards with both hands.

"Did you cover the female? As a species, well, it's a common behavior..."

"Who are you?"

It is a truly intelligent voice, far from the grotesque appearance. A magnificent man - I even felt somewhere pleasant to talk about calm discouragement that reminded me of some college professor.

"I guess you've already noticed. Yes. Speaking of the guardian beast of this hierarchy I've been searching for for you? We don't have a name. It's just a line of names and other symbols, and I'm something that doesn't have any other identical presence in the first place. Still, if you're going to be unnamed and unfettered, let's call you Yadkari Sage."

"Are you really a guardian beast?

"Hey, Klund. What are you chatting about with monsters? This one's easier to understand!

When Dorothea jumped and pulled Ascaron, the sword of love from his waist, he slammed the sage Yadkari in front of him.

It was supposed to be...

"Hey, what?

Between the calls. Dorothea's special slaughter with the mood of tearing was supposed to haunt the Fire Attribute Flame and turn the Yadkari Sage into two.

If you notice, Dorothea was solidified in a sword-wielding pose behind the enemy's back, unarmed.

"Not at all. Girls and dwarves are difficult to feed... If you choose to connect, I suggest you make it a little more rational. Even if the genitals are superior to the masses, it can be a distant factor in destroying the herd if it seems to lack circumstantial judgment"

And the sage of Yadkari wrapped the ascaron round his tentacles, and sighed out a sighing sound in his sight.

"Yes, when?

"Elf-kun. He's a great enemy."

"Holy shit!

When the tentacles, still holding the sword, were shaken sharply, he rolled out the jab toward Dorothea. When she was bounced off with Pooh, she hit the wall and hit her body occasionally.

The countless eyes that come with the body of the Yadkari Sage must be odd and ugly shaping from the common sense of the collector, but I don't remember disgusting why. Most of all, the women behind them didn't feel that way, they were all sweating and roaring trying to strip out their will.

"Your husband......! Don't talk to such a frivolous monster."

Pordina peeled her dog teeth off and barked as she stood her ears properly.

"Look, we're not even talking about it. Oh, boy. I've driven adventurers like you guys back here about the number of stars - but you seem like a different kind of individual from the normal one in the first place. Yes. If you look closely, you can tell by what is engraved on its chest. Break up with him. A few starfrosts. Is it because the time has passed when you say you can finally fulfill your promise? Fatigue is much stronger."

"What are you talking about?

"... haven't you been informed? Well, fine. This place is like it was made for you from the beginning. Right. I think we talked a little too much."

As I look into the eyes of the wise man, my consciousness becomes fixed. It feels intoxicated like it delivered strong alcohol to the stomach all at once.

Shit, I thought. I fall into the sensation of struggle being shredded as I stare into countless eyes. Everyone around us seemed to be barely able to move a single step from the spot, even though they barely stood up for weapons.

"I don't know what you're talking about...! Don't confuse Klander."

Karen released an arrow at close range from her squeezed bow when she felt like screaming. In the dark, damp darkness, the sound of the strings ringing "bin" spreads like ripples.

The arrow was sucked into the giant eyes of the Yadkari sage, present just around the center, but what it might be, it did not bring any help to bury in the bottomless swamp.

The arrow did pierce him. I confirmed that.

(What? What's wrong with this guy now!

As you can see in Slow Mo's video, the meat disappeared as it pierced the thin membrane of the black pupil, interrupting the cellular tissue, but not a drop of blood flowed.

"Behold. This is such a bluff!

Victoire twisted his hips as he tumbled and flicked the hem of his skirt, striking the Ten Kings sword down with the momentum of a suspension from the diagonal, but the blade stabbed the ground and rolled up fine earthsmoke as it slid through the sage's body.

"Physical attacks are pointless. I'm not that easy to understand."

When did you move? I hear voices coming from the opposite direction, roughly ten meters away, where the collectors were facing each other.

Looking back reflexively, there was no longer any appearance of a foreign monster there, but instead what a creepy black smoke, like the one that had begun to roast wild, spread and swept out of the tunnel almost shortly after fleeing.

"Run. Just keep your distance!

How everyone ran out. And, the collector still stomped on the spot and tongued violently when he saw Liza, who had begun to do the trick.

(What did you do, cancer, he's... That's not the guy that works for that. Eh?)

"Liza's gonna stop eating here, so hurry up."

Liza created a wall in the tunnel with the magic of earthly attributes in an attempt to be everyone's shield and block the impending black smoke.

A giant clay plate made a noise with gassi and made a grunting resistance to create bulkheads and block black smoke, but it still didn't pass at all, as the collectors feared.

"Bye. What are you doing, asshole?

"Karen, what are we gonna do when we get back to you -!

"Wait, lords."

If Karen can't abandon her, she returns her heels to the black smoke. At the same time as the collector stopped, Lisa, Karen and Dorothea's three daughters became invisible in smoke.

"What are you doing? Just you. Run!

Victoire holds his sword in front of him and pierces it in the smoke. Pordina continued shortly after stopping.

"Hurry up, master."

"Bullshit, what are you doing?"

Everyone's care was vain, and the collector swallowed his whole body with smoke in a place that barely moved from it.

GAME OVER

- It's not even on the edge. In the first place, what the hell is this referring to?

Consciousness falls to the faint bottom of the cheeks.

You can't even reach a piece of hiccups, to the bottom of the bottom.

The sharp chill of stabbing brought him back to consciousness.

"Yu, dream - is that it?

The collector blindly dropped his eyes on the smartphone at hand, feeling severely uncomfortable.

A smartphone? Why is there such a thing in this world?

The screen shows the bulletin board of that unfamiliar dating site.

I blinked a lot. What was a smartphone, if you look closely, had turned into a large flat stone spot in the palm of your hand.

"Dreams? No, that's stupid"

I get distracted and throw it away.

Strong intoxication seemed to root deep in his head.

There is a strong sense of consciousness. The collector looked up and looked around. It's a park. It was a common, showy park in a tiny city that could be anywhere.

The zodiac saw the foreign body in the park, feeling the chilling coming from the cold bench, so relieved that it seemed to cry.

Young daughters who came in costumes as if they had come out of the fantasy world.

Victoire, Pordina, Dorothea, Karen and Liza.

They fall and lie down, making sure that they are scattered around some nostalgic plaything all the time with the appearance of sliding tables and sea saws as well.

(It's not a dream, is it? So, I've been dreaming, and this is - reality?

When I felt the signs at the entrance and turned to my face, I found that it was the convenience store home or that a duffel coat young man with a plastic bag removed hurried back on his heels as his mouth puckered.

(Seriously, no shit. Seriously, it's a report. Sounds like you don't have time to be trolling)

I don't know why, but anyway, this isn't the dungeon of the Romeless continent we were in earlier, it's the home of the collector, the rule of law nation Nippon.

It's obviously an anomaly, but oddly enough, my head is calm because of the number of places I stepped on.

This state of affairs will not be tolerated if the police find it.

"That's not if you're soaking up. Eh. Hey, you guys. It's okay!"

He jumped off the bench and held Karen as she was rolling, hitting her pussy and cheek. I feel a little bloody about my appearance as neat as a crop. Twin-tailed silver hair is illuminated by the light of the park's cheap exterior lights, making it very unrealistic. No, let me hold it. It's not going to happen.

"Karen, you're safe, aren't you?

When she sighed in relief, she - spoke to the collector as if in incomprehensible terms.

"Ah-ha?

At first it was a blurry and whispering voice, but when I saw that the collector would not reply at all, it turned into an angry tone.

No, more than that.

Words don't make sense at all. I don't know.

"What are you... No kidding. Okay. Ah!"

When she yells at her as much as she wants, Karen turns her face so bright red that the hot air blows out of her head, she stirs up her voice. Definitely. I just think the ability to translate the crest has been interrupted.

When she's depressed, Karen puffs a frightening color in her eyes, pointing in turn at the fright and her mouth and the mouth of the keeper.

(Ah, yes! Letters. Letters.

The Zao wrote aggressively in Romless language - that was the only handwriting on the ground that was not as beautiful as flattery "I don't understand the words”.

When Karen looks at the letter, she can be as vague as she was shocked. When I held her tight, I held her back tight.

Yes. Even if the words didn't make sense, this is how they came together. Especially if we're in contact with each other at a distance where we're likely to get heartbeats from each other, the problem or whatever.

He shouted out loudly as he stood up, wondering whether other faces were being drained by the variety of the landscape around him. The park is a narrow one with houses adjacent to the surrounding area, so if the stranger's, and a lot of foreign women were making noise, that would make the time limit even less.

"You guys. Hey, shut up! Shh. Shit!

The collector put his index finger on his lips to guide everyone among the domed composite playthings in the center of the park.

"Anyway, right now, when we get noisy here, it sucks. Shut up for a second, will you? Nah!"

The words would not have made sense at all, but did they convey what they intended. Everyone snuck up in silence.

(We have to leave here anyway... Where are you going? Is that my apartment? But I can't get on the train with this stuff.)

If this is Japan, all weapons held by the collectors will be illegal.

I don't feel like I can say that the knife or dagger is cosplay, but the steel knife or Karen's bow in Pordina's possession was at the time of the job questioning and was shot out.

(Anyway, I have to contact someone to secure transportation... That's a smartphone, and no money, no phone calls.)

Rarely, the park was miraculously equipped with pay phones that were now known as natural monuments.

I remember a few phone numbers that I manage to call a lot, but I can also look them up with the worst telephone information service. But the biggest problem is...

"It means you don't have a dime."

There are several Romeless currencies in leather bags at the waist, but there's no way I can use something like this in the first place. When I handed it to you at the convenience store, you were told whether to treat it with a stamp or not.

Huh, sighing, Pordina has been talking about something with a quick mouth about how she understood the trouble. Perhaps if there is anything I can do, please give me an order, but I am also thinking about how to do it.

"It's inevitable. It's a last resort. Somebody take it from the passing one."

Where the option of borrowing here does not emerge was the sad roughness of how tamed by that despicable world. Together with his hand imitation, the zodiac instructed him to simulate by hand that he was lurking a little more in this many-round dome, and he waited jizzily for someone to come to the park for his prey.

"Here I come! Hey, brother. I'm sorry, I'm lending you a little smartphone!

"Hiya. Oh, who are you? I'll call the police!

The young man, who thought he was alone, could follow a small woman behind his back when he looked closely.

(No, was it Christmas Eve? Now, you little...! I was planning on doing something unpopular in this unpopular park.)

Nearly two years after being summoned by the Romless, negative energies such as anger and impatience coming from solitude burst into his chest as if time had stopped from that moment among the possessors.

In the meantime, from the young man who was trying to sing his youth, the zodiac was a natural reaction because he was too suspicious of a winged award with a black cape, but he was not the one to whom such logic prevailed.

"Right. This one's in trouble because it's out lousy, and it's not working...! I don't care. Japan isn't just Japanese, let alone you guys are the stars of the world!

"You're not out lousy at all! What are you talking about?

"No way!

"Oops!

The collector said, "Duh!" and released a knee kick as intense as a blunt sound into the belly of the young man. The face of the woman hiding behind her closes up on the applause of the young man falling apart.

"Hiya, hiya!

"Get rid of the skunks!

Not very much, but it wasn't a rash I could see. Or just a special body blow bursts because it's a creature with facial parts centered on a body shape like Seiuchi that has a sense of ready-to-see somewhere. The skunk blew up about two meters and became a big letter on the sidewalk.

"Chan. The collector defeated the bottom couple. Got a smartphone and 55,000 gold."

Fishing a purse and a smartphone from the two who fell without hesitation threw an empty purse backwards. It is a robbery, if you will.

"Damn. The woman is rockier...... I'm busy with skanks. Whoa? There's something funnier about men - I don't know if they're in there. Photos, photos...... whoa! Framed images with this skank are cool. Disgusting. Ew. I think I'm gonna throw up... but I'm gonna be scuttling for outdoor play to tie up. Wow. This is this park, isn't it? You sick bastard. It helped me get rid of the beast after a short period of time. Yeah, I'm more in touch than that. Contact. And ru, or - oh, you connected in one shot. Hey, is that prosperity? It is the summons of Senior Zao. From now on, bring the van I'm using at Temechi's parents' house to the place. Within three seconds. Oh, I can't seem to? It's not impossible. Do it. If you're a man, don't cry - if you exchange, you don't exchange, you don't exchange, you don't exchange. Seriously, the next time I see him, he won't be at the Winter Belly Bread Festival. Hey, take it easy."

When the zodiac contacted Kenichiro Yoshida, a junior at the university, he sent his current position on the smartphone. Then when the falling idiot couple woke up, he let everyone help him restrain him with clothes stripped from the couple and threw him into the grass. That tie won't get you out of there long enough to wake up. It was a hateful wisdom that could secure escape time.

"Shishi, Senior Shimen. Oh, it's late!

"Ooh. Good luck with the prosperity field, but it wasn't within three seconds of the winter belly bread festival."

A young man with thin eyes in brown hair and a skajan, who was likely to appear in some nineties drama, was Kenichiro Yoshida, a junior at the college of the zodiac. He was a threefold junior who was glad to have it somewhere, even as the collectors helped him where he was forced to have a drink all at once in some tennis circle (of course the senior bastards were turned into blood festivals with the collectors' iron fists).

"Shit, dude! That's cruel. I borrowed it because it was a delivery."

"Haha. It's a lie, fool. Thanks. Let's do porn video packed HDD later."

"Eh. Shimen Senior Baba only, so hey, I don't have the right hobby."

"It's not about luxury. I dropped it all on your card."

"Eh! Hey! What are you doing with people's cards? No, I've had some weird withdrawals lately. Seniors at best. Ahhh. Give me a break."

"Happiness is coming to you, too, by going around. Life... is good, right?

"Not good. Hin Hin. What is that cuckoo in the first place? You were into cosplay in the park, weren't you? No, today, I said I'd make up my mind about dating, but it doesn't matter."

"It has nothing to do with it. If I bring that up again, you won't be able to worship the morning sun."

"Ri, I understand. So, I let you have the wagon, so maybe the woman won't get caught, so you finally kidnapped her? So, if you can, let me bite one too..."

"Fool. There's no way I'm gonna do anything on this woman's side. Whoa, guys! Come on, we're going to slip."

"Senior, I'm alone in Eve, so I can't believe I'm finally talking to someone who's not here... and when this happens, it's easy for me to get along for a drink until morning! Say, yeah, eh!

Didn't you see it from the prosperity fields in the car, or the sight of the women hiding in the mountain's Manmaru dome revealing themselves in various ways was enough to pluck his doughnuts.

Not all of that, but when I thought it sounded a little sharp, the true arrow of the body stood. sounds so loud that the arrows are buried deep in the iron door. Prosperity barked in fear.

"Gin eh!

"Here, Karen. What are you doing! This is not an enemy.

Looked at, Karen stood still with a bow like the barbarian who had first seen the car in his life. No, she's not the only one, everyone's pulling out their gains and moving into a combat posture.

"No, that's why I'm not. He's not a demon or anything. Let's calm down."

When Pordina is forced to pull the collector away from the car, she is poking a dagger that has given off signs of bending enough to be seen at night.

(Oh, here. Akan. These kids are super frightened)

If you look at it, Pordina is turning her tail upside down and waving a hoof. If you defy me, I won't forgive you. But that's what I said.

"So, seniors. How far have you been today?

"... a little to the fantasy world"