Dungeon+Harem+Master

Victoire, who was staring at the cream pan with both hands, accidentally raised his face as the collector repeated his thought experiment carelessly and thoughtlessly in a knotted state.

"What's wrong with roaring, yeah, from earlier. Did you make it worse on your stomach?

Tilt your face so hard that you're worried, you have a sense of elegance and emotion that isn't in the slightest glacial model, and that's your kind of lady. Looks like nothing to complain about.

"Don't be disrespectful. I was thinking about going home with a twisted head."

"So, what did you come up with?"

Victoire listens as he jerks off with his thin middle finger at the crispy, bouncing part of his long blonde tip.

"Huh. That's a stupid question. You can't think of a name like that in just a few seconds."

As the collector gently paid the forehead on his face, Victoire lay down his eyes as he carefully folded the remaining plastic bag after eating.

"I thought..."

"What a good thing I thought it was. Towards my husband."

"If you want to be respected, you're gonna have to put up a little more constructive argument."

The faces that have already finished breakfast are delayed in the room jiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu chiku colloquial. Most of the words they use are Romeless, so it only means a little bit of back music to the collector. Simply loud.

(Uh, this noise. It's a small room and I can hear it. It's my room.

The collector stood up as he unseated the knot and turned around his shoulder. Karen shook her long ears as she tried to react.

Lie on your back on the bed, open the ledger, and look directly at the reality stated in your account.

(One hundred and twenty-five thousand yen. Is that the price of life left for us?)

If you are romantic, you are confident that you will put some money on your face. All in all, the Builder's trained combat abilities were being elevated to special skills that would not be consumed for the rest of his life.

but in this modern day Japan, its knife spear technology is a useless long product that can't make any sense.

There is no convenient meta-human mutual aid club called Alliance in this world.

If you want money, you just have to work the trick and the hourly rate to get a thin wage.

Human beings without household registration in this country have become an impossible mechanism to obtain wages satisfactorily.

Especially for those who have distinctly different traits from the normal race, such as being elves and werewolves (Wearwolves), it's a little reluctant to even walk.

I wonder if Victoire, the only one who does not speak Japanese and is not a subhuman, can be an arrow of hope.

but if you think about the work attitude and contribution she used to make to the food and beverage industry, no matter what you think, there was a part of her that was full of signs of social non-conformities and it was reluctant to count to the force of war.

If the business of returning to the Romless world becomes a long-term battle, momentum their cost of living falls on the backs of the collectors.

In addition, the apartment you currently live in can't be put on hold if you are staying with someone you know for a short period of time, but in the longer term it will often be contractually poor.

Then there is only one way to get them to make money quickly, and that method would be something that cannot be done in the long term in all places where individual territories have been decided.

We have to figure out a way to get back to the Romles as soon as possible. The bowels of the collector were simmering hard, driven by agony, even as he lay down like this.

"Hmm? What..."

As I silenced and silenced, I was pulled off my sleeve as I crippled. It is Liza. Even though the dark elf is said to be late in December, he smiles nicely without dust or expression of the cold in his microbikini outfit alone.

(This guy's fine, though. You don't catch a cold or anything)

As the collector shut up, Liza curled up - pointing to the TV monitor set between the walls of the room.

Regardless, I don't know what the word means, so when I turn to Victoire,

"I hear what this is all about. Um, Klando. I was wondering, too, what is this square thing?" I've been asking.

"It's just TV. Oh, no, I haven't seen much lately either."

The television separation of young people is serious. The collector seldom turns on the TV and watches it actively. The screen is utilized only when viewing pornographic videos.

"Though the Terai. Hmm. So, what's the right thing for?

Victoire puts his finger on his thin jaw tip, tilting his little neck. One of the collectors was impressed that such a casual trick was also a painting.

Looking over the room, they all look interestingly alternating with the keeper and the monitor screen.

It was an atmosphere for explanations.

"... is it faster to put it on than to explain it with your mouth"

When the remote control is operated, the screen shows a painful morning information program. At the same time,

Ugh.

Feeling signs of a sharp blade wind flowing, the collector was slaughtered by Victoire on a piece of paper as he pulled through the "Black Lion".

Chan, and.

A hard metal noise sounded and the spark scattered.

"Hey, what are you doing all of a sudden! You barbarian!

The collector yelled as he used his strength to push Victoire beyond every sword body.

"Shut up! What is this? Huh. What the hell is this object? Ha!

Victoire takes a distance from the monitor with the Ten Kings sword in his hand.

The women stared at the casters' faces as they shot to the TV screen when they cheered.

"Is there a little human trapped inside this thin box...?

"That's not true... I'm making sure."

Karen and Liza quickly stick their faces in the gap between the monitor and the wall as Victoire shook his shoulders with a strong fright. But naturally, there can't be anybody there.

Karen has a bright red mouth open and only a wolfed voice looking back at her neck as she crawls on all fours.

"There's no one behind this," the collector guessed.

"Well, it's magic... I didn't know Nihon and I had a skilled practitioner who used horrible techniques... I guess this girl chose it for her taste too"

Victoire, biting his lips somehow, was staring at the beautiful casters making a scene in the studio with a complex look on their face.

"No, that. What are you talking about?"

"Don't blur. I don't understand. They must have locked these girls in a box with some strange tricks."

"No, I don't know what that means. This is just a video recording. In Japanese science and technology. Uh, in short, yeah. I'm sending footage of people and landscapes in the distance on the radio."

"Send the footage on the starch. So...? What the hell is Dempa? Besides, there's no way you can do that in the first place. Roku? What are you talking about?"

"Don't look at one like he's crazy"

Victoire had a contemptuous eye, turning around and pitying the treasurer and finally giving him a whispering look. It was filled with compassion and pity like seeing a jean dog put in a box and abandoned under a bridge on a rainy day.

"Well... you had a lot going on too"

"I'm not convinced at all! Don't look at me like that."

"Klund, you have something nice about people. That's how you've always been stomped on, fooled, fooled, and fed. You must have been hard."

"I don't know if you can stop making up people's past on your own..."

"So, how can we free the people who are trapped here?"

"I really need to get back there."

"In the meantime, let's give it a shot"

"Hey, stop it, you're hurting the screen"

Victoire is slapping a cancer TV monitor with his sword patterned ass. The collector deeply sighed that when the power was turned off by remote control, he would not watch TV for the time being.

"Become...! Klund, the prisoners are gone."

"Uh, that's good enough already. Think of something more constructive than that."

"What are you talking about? It's not my heart."

The three elves' daughters are still taking a quick peek at the disappeared screen. I don't have time to teach you how it works, so I was forced to pull it away.

"So. What do we do now"

"I'm going to go back to that park for now. Romless summoned me to that place, and the place I came back to, there's something I might have a clue about."

When the collectors weave their jackets, they were bored. Each of them is about to come to grip. I stopped in a hurry. Because Zorro, if you follow me, I won't be able to see you.

"Ah, no, no, no. You guys leave a message. Especially Lisa, if you wander around in the middle of the day with that cool thing, you're off limits because it's a report."

I found out I couldn't get out even if the words didn't make sense. The elves mumble and make a scene of dissatisfaction.

Did Liza get quite shocked or come pounding rain like a wasting child as she twirled her hands around her. It hurt plain.

"No, no, no.... you can't have something that doesn't even look like that. First of all, there are no elves in this world, and if I move harder with you, it's too conspicuous. What if it's locked on to public safety?"

Dorothea looked amazing and stuck around here all the time. Apparently, she has an intolerable personality to spend long hours in the same place.

"Ugh, here comes the worst. Geez, don't bite me. I thought you were a poorly groomed dog!

As the collector was bluffing, I heard him beating more and more sharply from the wall. It would be a complaint message from a neighbor.

"Look, you're gonna annoy the neighbor because you make a scene, right? Hear me out."

Usually, the collector would smash through the door and octopus his neighbor if he were to be banged by a wall dong, but all this time it was a ship across the street.

He struck out "Reconciliation with local residents" in a colorful fashion and preached the sum.

"What, are you going to go alone in the end"

"Mmm. I'd like Victoire to follow me. I talked to him about everything. But I'm also worried about leaving these guys alone who don't understand Japanese."

"Heh, heh. If that's the way it is, I'm not too shy to follow you. Oh, my God, these guys aren't little kids either. You'll be able to leave a message for a little while."

Apparently, only Victoire felt allowed to accompany him in the atmosphere, and the elves lay in a uniformly white gaze, dressed all over the room in a sloppy manner.

(They're really easy to understand. these guys)

"I'm quite worried there, but don't waste enough time. Do you want to go? Leave the sword."

"... the sword is the protector of the knight. It's impossible to go outside without a hipster."

Victoire looks naturally with his long sword in his hand. The collector also laughs bitterly at this.

"In this country, there is a gun knife method. As soon as I wander around holding onto myself like that, I get caught and put in jail. Don't worry, there are no monsters or outlaws in this country. Just a little. And security is the best thing in the world."

"Well, if that's what you are, um... No way."

The maid knight saw this and Dorothea as he returned the Ten Kings sword, the treasure sword of the inadmissible heir, under his bed. The two gaze at each other and nod at the same time. Then Dorothea let Victoire grip her as she took a few knives out of her chest.

"Yes, yes, that's out too."

"Why is that? This is like a protective device, a toy that noble daughters carry with them even young children."

When Victoire pulls out the white blade, he replaces it with an alternate hand with a familiar hand and shows it by poking it in his throat. The collector drowned a cold sweat on what only seemed to be an assassin.

"Unfortunately, that length is also contrary to the Cabinet Office Ordinance, so it is the subject of a single shot. Boosh."

"Huh. My knife."

"I'm sorry. Let's go."

"And be rude. It's just so hard."

As the collector pulled Victoire's hand and headed to the front door, Pordina stood up all the way to do the gesture. She put her hands gently on her chest at first, then showed them with her hands slightly spread out toward the collector at the top of her head.

If I interpret it, "Your husband, can't you take Pol with you?"

(Sorry, Pordina. Your dog ears and tail may be the most noticeable)

"Pol, please, just listen to me. I'm gonna get you some doughnuts for your souvenir, so you're gonna leave a good boy alone, okay?

What a sad look she had when she gently stroked Pordina's head like that so that the collector could make her little one listen good, and she sighed and sighed a little.

Behind that, the elf daughters who sat in bed shouted their tongues violently in unison with a good "blah blah blah blah."

The collector was driven by fear and quickly left the apartment behind. The goal is to be a park.

Naturally, the only way to get around is by foot and train.

"Klund. What the hell is going on here? Is this some kind of anniversary?

Victoire was transformed into a suspicious foreigner when he arrived near the station.

The overcrowding of Japanese stations is among the best in the world.

Silver Villago, where the collectors lived, was one of the biggest cities in Romles, but I guess it's only about the time of the festival that people get together so far.

If you think calmly, it would be about the time of the festival or the war when so many humans gather in one place.

It's the Tokyo Desert.

"Oh. Guys, I'm in a lot of a hurry... is there something urgent to do?"

All humans in the city are as early as ever. Narrow Japan I think the keeper is like everyone else because there are words about where he is going in such a hurry.

"I don't suppose that's true... but I do blame you for being a city guy"

Blonde beauties like Victoire manipulate fluent Japanese and yet misplaced maid clothes, creating the sight of indifferent urbanites stopping somewhat and looking back and walking out. Basically, the presence of Victoire stood out even if someone dressed like a flying man.

Okay, let's go.

"Where are you going?

"You buy tickets first. The SUICA took every purse."

"They took every watermelon purse...? Is there even a bandit around here after fruit? And what is it exactly...... huh?

(Fun, Mr. Victoire, who understands and fluently understands Japanese)

"Just shut up and follow me. Because I'll teach you how to do it."

"Ah. Yeah......"

I follow you more honestly than I thought.

When the collector stands in front of the ticket machine, he takes out the change and taps the amount of the station to get off. Victoire trembled exaggerated like a watered cat when a pippy synthetic sound flowed behind her.

The high school girls behind me watching it leak a dull laugh. When Victoire blushed, he pushed the treasurer to reveal his puffiness and anger.

"Look. I didn't embarrass you because you didn't tell me. If you want to tell me, why don't you just do it?"

"Ya. Well, I'm sorry. Look, put a coin in this hole and push here."

Victoire swallows fast when the collector teaches him how to operate a ticket machine. He wrinkles between his eyebrows for a long time and tries his nose roughly.

"Okay, Maru! Hmmm...... whoa! Look, Klander. I got a pussy. It's pouring out of his mouth. Awesome. Awesome!

Victoire was happy to adapt to modern technology with his own hands, and he jumped and greeted him with a full grin.

The people around her also applaud her with warm eyes, and the keeper turned down as he remembered the fierce shame.

"Oh... yeah... wow, well done Victoire"

"So. What's this all about?

"Uh, from there."

When I buy a ticket, I go through the automated ticket opening. Since the sun would go down if we were talking about this concept from scratch, the collector explained only to pass the ticket for now.

"Heh, heh. What? In short, if you put this small bill of lading in the mouth of the gate, you'll be allowed to pass... so that's the mechanism."

"Well, that's a shame. I'll be the first to do it, and you should imitate it."

"Then... let's take a look at it."

"Why is it like a cooking battle, Nori?"

Victoire entered the posture of watching the collector pass a little further away as he arm himself in front of his abundant chest. Station users seem a little annoyed when they are definitely blocked from getting through.

"Ticket in, ho. This is it."

The collector usually put in the ticket and looked behind him when he pulled out what was thrown out at the passage.

Victoire's face. He was fiercely stiffened to play a serious battle.

(Are you all right?

"and ahhh"

"Oh, I wish! Don't run."

A maid knight running out growling for some reason. The surrounding people stopped as ghouls, and the geeky little fat young man gave a smug picture of the figure.

"I told you to put the ticket in first!

"Fucking hell!

I got a hunch. The excess momentum Victoire forgot to put in the ticket, crashing into the closed flap door with the warning noise, and turning forward with tremendous momentum, opened the contents of the judgment skirt and flipped to the front.

(I wonder what that means and this guy does a big service so far)

"Customers, customers. I'm fine!

An unseen JR official pulls in pieces and tries to help Victoire.

"The Way of Others The Way of Others"

As the collector hides in the shadow of a crowd that gathers somewhat while covering his face, he sees a maid knight standing up with a slap on the hem of his skirt.

"Are you hurt..."

"Huh. Important."

"Ha... well, if you don't know how to use it, I'll tell you"

"... please"

He was a treasurer who was leaking a giggle that creaked into almost interactions, but he got bummed after this.

"Look, you've wasted your time."

"... do it yourself. That's it, but you don't have to rest a little?

"There's no problem."

"My legs look good."

"It's a cold day."

"Don't change your story."

The collectors rubbed one at the station home, but after getting off, they reached the park safely without encountering any strange problems.

"So, I went home. What are you doing here?

"Well, don't rush it. So I'll buy you a drink and settle down."

The collector moves to the vending machine with the change messed up. Naturally, Victoire, a different world man, is intrigued because he has never bought canned juice.

"This is...! I know you do, Klando. If you put a coin in this hole just like the ticket machine earlier, the item can be purchased as a consideration. Isn't that right?

"That's right. Especially this time I'll let you buy it, Victoire."

As the collector let Victoire grip the coin, he pulled a step back and observed her behavior.

"Here, here, here. Ooh... there's a noise. What are we going to do now?

"Drink. - You push the button. Then the can comes out of the lower mouth."

"Oh my...! That's a strange box. Humans waiting inside will have a hard time in this cold sky."

"... well, that's fine"

"Why are you laughing a little?

"No... anything"

"That's right. It's Klund. It's tough for some people, so why don't I give them more coins? You must be struggling to stand up in such a box. It's noble duty to do charity to the civilian population."

"Just decide on a drink. I'm Courcy. Black."

"Wait, wait! I pushed. Let me do it. Ooh... Something's coming out of the bottom... fever. Crand, this can is hot!

"That's hot. I don't want to drink anything cold in December. You too. You can choose."

"Hmm. What should I drink? In the first place, I'm not sure which one."

"Which is better bitter or sweet?

"Well, sweet but it will be decided..."

"Then press the one at the right end of it. It's perfect for you, sweetheart."

"I don't like anything about it. Let's do what Klando says. Whoa! I just got out. Mine probably came out. Hmm? What, the money you were supposed to put in has been sent back. Does anyone need attention?

"Yes, because some people are proud of their duties, they don't receive more gold than they need."

"Well... don't do much of the civilians in this country either.... Hey, why are you laughing?

"Well, that's good. Let's just go to that bench over there."

"You're a lot of guys for now. Well, it doesn't look good to be standing like this."

"She's a rational woman."

When the collectors bought the drink, they sat side by side on a bench with only one in the park.

The time is about to be 10: 00 a.m.

Even in winter and on weekdays, there was no one in the park but the collectors.

"It's a much lonely place. So, what were you doing here?

"Mmm. I'm not thinking about anything for now."

"... frightened. You sure you didn't have any thoughts?

"This is where it started."

Victoire turned into a mysterious face when the collector opened the can pull tab and sipped without black.

"Me and you."

"Let me hear it..."

The treasurer spoke in detail about the day he was first summoned by the Romless. A strange noise that appeared on the smartphone and a rare message of Princess Octavia's savior.

Upon realizing it, the Zodiac was to live in a different world with bloody winds. Was that good or bad? I'm still in the middle of an adventure and it's hard to come up with an answer. And then I peek into her in silence. Victoire was squeezing a can of milkseke in his hand with a crying face.

"Klund, maybe you'd rather not go back to the Romles."

"What, because"

"Look, the country that was this order. the world. Your homeland is free of strife, people are rich in ethics and morality, roads are clean and security is excellent. Such preferences are available at an inexpensive price, and everyone lives without fear of daily death. Only for a short time, but I can barely feel the death that was in the Romles in this world"

"You know, Victoire..."

"At least there is tolerance in this country where you don't have to throw yourself on a chopped tension to live. You wouldn't deny that, would you?

"That's right...... Hey, can you listen to me for a second?

Victoire shook his head small as he nodded.

"You are absolutely right. There are as many loose ends in this country that you can live without having to fight without risking your life. If I go back to the Romles, I can't get caught up in the days of struggle if I prefer. At least not as long as there's this crest. But it's hard to believe that you've got the whole idea. I had no choice in this country. At least, there's not one thing I'd like to do right now from the bottom of my belly here. Sure, as you can see, this country is like a peaceful, boring sea, but I'm too bored. Suppose. Either way, I think I was flying out of this country, even if I wasn't called into your world. Hey, Victoire. You wouldn't know. I risked my life for a critical, soul-grasping thing. Once you taste that, you can't go back. I still don't feel like throwing my stomach away from me every day!

"Hey, Klando."

"What?

"This can, how do you open the lid?"

"You..."

"It's a joke. I was just wondering, too, so don't think of it that way."

"Damn. Holla, drink while it's hot."

"Mmm.... this is sweet. It's sweet all over the body."

"It's sweet for a kid."

"I'm not a child. It's nineteen."

"Don't say that in front of Rudge. 'Cause your blood pressure's gonna go up."

"So, what are you really going to do now? Did you even come up with the idea that the road back to the Romles would be kakera?"

"Mmm. I'm trying to recreate the same situation I had when I was summoned."

"Speaking of which, you were summoned in your princess's way as you sat here."

"Yes. And while we were fighting the Guardian Beast, we were back here unknowingly"

"It's like we don't have anything in common... I don't know exactly what to do"

"That's what I want to know. You were messing with your phone here in the middle of the night."

"Sorry ho? What?"

"Oh. It's a mobile device. Everyone touched you like a monkey at the station. It's a modern nest."

"Speaking of which, you are. You mean the strange box everyone, young and old, possessed."

"That's it. That's it."

"Hmm. You want me to do a reproduction? Then Klund. Where is that smartphone?"

"Ah."

"What?

"... no, you just lost it"

Victoire crushed like a paper cup when he held down the drunk can sky with both hands, giving him an extraordinary bitter laugh.