Dungeon+Harem+Master

Thick darkness is spreading. I can't tell the difference between up, down, left and right.

It is a world without space or depth. In the first place, I don't know if I can call it the world.

If there is such a thing as a conscious self, then this is the spiritual space that Marika was in. I can't see my hands, my legs, everything. I don't feel it either. Though being able to think would not have solved everything into darkness. I can't wait to get anxious. Eventually, I don't know what I was anxious about. I'm not upset. I mean, there's no fear. Without perception, there would be no flesh. I don't think there was anything harmful to me, but it was far from a sense of calm or psychological relief. Evil God, the presence of can be felt. That was not a disastrous existence that was felt outside, as wild as a hurricane.

Strong, imagine a single path. In the dark night, the path stretched thin and everywhere.

Take a certain rhythm and move on.

Walk.

Walking is also an operation that cannot be carried out without self. Blurry my moving feet come to mind in the dark night. I have a part of my body. That alone is no longer a complete darkness.

Far ahead of the road, there was a grey box. The darkness is still darkness, but I feel the thickness has diminished.

We have to destroy that box. We need weapons to defeat our enemies. My arms rise as I blink. It was pulled out of the sheath, the sword was there.

On the box sits a young woman, wearing a white robe. Somewhere, it looked like Marika. Probably her mother, I guessed. Beautiful without interruption. It felt beautiful, but it was an abstract beauty. She pointed to the box properly at her fingertips as she stood with a crying smile on her face. He looked tired, but somewhere he felt a load on his shoulder. Rather than walking, it feels like the space at that point has shrunk. She gently offers the bracelet in her hand with a pleading eye. Take it and hold it in your left hand. She waved with a spilling smile and went up into the air.

Here, for the first time, heaven and earth were born in space. Darkness is no longer darkness. When she was sucked into the blue and white glowing sky, she glowed and disappeared. All that remains is the box. There was no will in the box, but I felt sad crying. Swing down the sword in your right hand. The blade touched. When the box is shattered, it splashes on all sides, emitting a strong light and driving the darkness away. The world is going to be reconfigured.

When he was swallowed up by the light, finally, the zodiac regained himself completely.

When the collector pushed up the lid of the box, he didn't know how long it had been, but he finally lived in the world.

I came back to life. I felt it on my skin, not on a metaphor.

Make sure it collapses and slides out of the box.

"Out."

Indoors, there were only thin blurry lights, but eyelids that seemed like the sun to the collectors. Shortly after breathing, something sharp shadow of movement hit me. The moment I hugged him, a broken muscle hit his chest. The collector hit his head in the box and a spark scattered behind his brain with pain. I looked up and turned my gaze on the person who pushed me down.

"Oh God......!!

Squeezing up, the voice of a woman close to screaming.

Beautiful silver hair had no shadow to see, it had become tedious and had lost its luster.

Her cheeks were slyly skinny and her high nose and big eyes were just popping out.

White skin has lost its sharp skin.

It was Marika, like someone else.

She cried out like crazy that it was now time to push her face against her chest.

"Crando!! Oh crando!!

It was the same size as the roar of the beast. Marika kept shouting her name in such a voice that she didn't think she had been pronounced by that little body.

As the collector held him back, Marika snapped with enough momentum to try to bury her head in her torso. Tears wet my chest as I look at it. Becoming like a dead tree, she cried, trying to exhale all the moisture called moisture all over her body. The atmosphere was unbearable if we didn't get through the last drop of tears.

"I thought I'd never see you again."

"Sorry."

"Silly, silly! You are stupid!!

Marika's face was full of tears. There was no shadow to see.

Undressed, but I couldn't wait to find it loving.

"Next time, you've finally caught my love."

"That can't be happening. Yeah, but I didn't expect to see you anymore. I was going to die right here."

"Right."

The collector lifted Marika's face and kissed her, who would be a horse rider while she lay asleep.

She, barking as she roared, had eaten up suddenly. That is the right momentum to describe. She was thirsty for the treasurer herself. Each other, tangle their tongues together. Marika has buried her nose tip in her neck muscle as she dyed her eyes bright red with a lucid face.

"Humans die much earlier than I do. He's a weak, very sad creature. So I didn't think you'd like it. Hey, Klando. Hold me."

The treasurer held Marika on both shoulders and gave her strength. My heart beats, I hear it loud.

"But if I had your baby, I wouldn't be much more rusty ahead of me. If you like me at all, please. Have mercy. I want proof of life with you......!

"I've always liked that."

"Klando, love me! Make it a mess!

The two shadows, intertwined, burned like flames when they became one.

At least Marika's thoughts were fulfilled.

The collector left the dungeon for the first time in a long time and took a bath in the sun outside.

Tired Marika was so frivolous that the more she lay down she seemed to disappear.

Yet I cursed my own stupidity that I was so sorry to ask for it.

"Stop blaming yourself. I am, that. Glad to hear it."

Fine and roots were exhausted, she was at peace with her back.

I don't feel any more weight than the last time I carried it. Sometimes, I get so anxious to see if I'm really on it.

Every time the collector glances back at his neck, Marika kisses his neck muscles so that he can give up his deafening child.

"Don't worry. I'm here."

Evil was paid off by the world. No longer should there be a single marvel.

The quiet forest was quiet, reflecting the light that descended.

It doesn't end this way. When I felt that way, the omen became unmistakable.

Breaking the silence, the noise of the trees snapping broken wooden spirits around.

Marika shuddered loudly with one thing on her back.

Raise your perspective. There, still unaware of the defeat, I saw the imminent arrival of the giant beast Hydra shaking her long neck violently.

The collector ran out with Marika on his back.

If possible, I wanted to choose to escape, but I also thought it was heavenly destiny to find it here.

Running down the slopes, sew the trees to earn distance.

It wasn't long before I hit a wide river.

There will be twenty meters to the forest across the shore. Fine white sand stretches out. It was a fantastic sight. Hydra skilfully manipulates her long neck like a heavy machine and scowls through the forest. Daiki was also like a brittle wafer in front of him.

"Stop, it's okay here."

Marika snapped.

It was a powerful one with a clear core.

I didn't abandon myself.

That's how I decided to get her off my back.

Marika glances at the imminent Hydra giant with her powerful eyes.

I felt a firm resolve. Marika's skinny is filled with struggle.

It seemed like her little body had swelled up many times.

"Can you do it?"

"It's true. Who do you think I am? Let Marika Soles, the world's greatest sorcerer, be a great and noble people."

Marika slowly began chanting when she wore the trademark dull hat deep.

Hydra is a more feared legendary monster than ancient times. Trembling the giant, he approaches as he steps down the trees, centuries-old, like a matchstick. From the nine necks, they spit black venom, turning the area into an occasional round bare.

Marika facing Hydra is like an ant facing a giant statue.

But the treasurer believed in Marika's power.

My red eyes are fluttering like a burning flame.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Unfortunately, today is a full moon. You're not the best person to meet a high elf on a good day like this. Next time you're born again, lick the ground at best and never look up again."

When Marika waved her wand, a giant fireball appeared overhead.

The orange flaming mass immediately dyed the surrounding area white.

The white glow covered the world in an instant.

An anomaly occurred in the current river.

It made a terrible noise and the white smoke boiled.

The water of the river that was flowing dries up all at once.

The trees around the small sun burned out with tremendous momentum.

The collector felt an unusual heat and rushed to the scene. My whole body is wrapped in blue and white light.

Probably put some protective witchcraft on Marika so she wouldn't be harmed.

Make a noise with the patsy and the firepowder rises into the sky.

The trees were engulfed in red lotus flames and the world was turning into a scorching hell.

As Marika floated high into heaven, she waved one cane toward the small sun.

"Burning (Alshams)"

The fireball took the path to Hydra with an extremely slow movement.

The orange light changes to a bright white color. The world distorts. The air twists like melted candy and the world is confused.

The surrounding forest disappeared as if it had never been white ash from the beginning.

Hydra tries to fold her body and retreat, but everything may have been too late.

The curse of the fire attribute was an extinct sorcery that created a small sun in the world to extinguish the subject.

A scorching flame enters Hydra's torso.

A giant over twenty meters shifted like a pneumonia.

That was the end of the giant beast.

The little sun glowed brighter and brighter as it swallowed Hydra.

I think the dimension will collapse. The roar will ring and the forest itself will tremble.

And it came to pass, when the keeper opened his eyes again, that not a single piece of the flesh of Hydra remained on the earth, and every being was extinguished.

The collector sat blurry on a stone outside the cabin looking at the moon in the night sky.

It is the moon of the lower strings.

It had been more than seven days since the day we defeated Hydra with cheats.

Forest monsters will no longer be more ferocious than defeating evil gods. The collector received some bounty when he went down to the village and told the chief about it. I wasn't particularly asked about Guerta. As a matter of fact, she was a village troublemaker. If the collector was a runaway adventurer, her mother was a former fugitive slave and a shared object in the village. Gerta's mother was treated as a tool and the resulting girlfriend was not recognized as a companion either. I was given a fallow plot where the traces were cut off in the village, but there was no man to join her son-in-law like that. George, who worked load-bearing, was not treated as a single person with a slight lack of head. The collector asked for her support when he gave the bounty to the village chief. It wouldn't even be redemption, but I couldn't help but be happy to spend that money.

There remained something bitter in my chest, but the basics lasted days of peace. Marika, who rested her body, gradually regained her health, but was not yet completely finished when it came to evil gods. They had completely lost their function as a system, but they needed demolition work that would make sure no one could ever handle them again in the future. If it was a magical task, there was nothing the collectors could do to help. The day of rest ensued. During the day he relaxed and looked at the trees and landscape, devouring Marika's meat at night. It is a raised meal. There are always beautiful ladies to serve without worrying about eating. I talked about everyday endings that didn't matter, and my emotions grew deeper and deeper if I lay my skin on each other and slept. This morning, I went out to the garden with him and saw the nutty flowers. Over the past few days, it has bloomed early due to unusually high temperatures. It is a white and beautiful flower.

But I felt Marika smiling on my side was more beautiful.

As the collector did not wander, looking at the moon, Marika, who came out of the cabin, leaned softly against his back.

"Hey, I'm looking at the moon"

"Oh. Sometimes the moon sight is also B"

"Right. You're so beautiful."

Marika has stuck around naked with a blanket, leaving behind the remnants she loved earlier. The collector held her over and kissed her, putting his finger through her neat silver hair. It flows sarcastically like clean water. My long ears are tingling and moving into small pieces. Gently, biting that ear sweetly, she shuddered her throat and revealed a joyous look.

"You're going."

The collector nodded silently. It was something we discussed and decided to do yesterday. I don't know how long it will take to re-seal the Evil God. Speaking of fruit, even yesterday, I had just had Marika repel all ten of the chasers directed by Wang Du. Exactly, you can't get into this junction, but if you're coming and going through nearby villages and inside, those people could be harmed. I wasn't insensitive enough to stay until I annoyed unrelated people. It's not a chase that goes on indefinitely. Time is running out. I had to wait. I didn't even think about living together, but I had something to do with the collector. I wasn't forced to. No one was in trouble without doing it, and rather those who grieved over the departure of the Caveman could. Still, I can't make a difference.

Marika's magic depends on the full tide of the moon, and if she is attacked when she is powerless, she will sometimes take unconsciousness. I die, I don't die. After continuing with the push question, I finally came to a conclusion.

"I'm not a beautiful woman to break up with. Tomorrow, when I see your face, I might cry and pull it off. So get out while I'm sleeping."

"That's right. Before you do that, take this."

In the box, the collector handed Marika the bracelet he had received from the woman.

"This is your mother's..."

When Marika took the silver bracelet, she pressed it against her face and whispered.

The collector had a faceless face, and all he had to do was zip watch Marika's little, trembling figure.

The next morning, in the morning and in the mornings, the collector packed his bags and left the cabin carrying them on his shoulders.

I still had the leftover incense of the woman I had earlier in my arms.

I glanced at the nutty flowers simulated by the shark twins blooming in the garden.

Yesterday, when I looked at Marika, the whiteness seemed to shine, but this morning its sharon flowers were also faded and visible to my eyes.

Pick the flowers of the sharp twins. I looked at it for a while and shoved it into my chest collar.

I don't think it's the same thing. It's an aberration.

The world fades into a sepia color.

The weight of the long sword that hit his hips was felt to be uneven.

On his back, he was packed with plenty of lunches that Marika had made me hold. Even after time, it is the best thing to preserve so that it can be worn by the mouth and the best thing to do for lunch.

As the collector left the forest, he walked out with his gaze far away. Almost, after a beast road with no footprints, he went out on a triangle close to the village. The map was given to Marika. I felt so crazy that the more I looked at her apologizing for being too old to use it, the more my chest was going to fall apart. As we went down the old streets, we went out to the small high hills. There is a wilderness that has nothing to block. I tried to think only of Silver Villago with the labyrinth. Otherwise, I had a self that seemed to turn right back into the woods.

I have to live up to my promise to Maggot.

Raise your face to a sassy blowing killer.

Far on the other side, we saw five shadows, which quickly surrounded the Collector.

"Simon Klund."

"By order, I will take your life."

"Get ready, I'll pay you back what I owed you yesterday. It's the enemy of my people."

Blue and white flames burn quietly in the chest of the treasurer. Pull out the long sword silently. Five shadows scattered like they had been played. Men's weapons. The polished sword is glowing demonically. The blade in their hands vanished in darkness in the fog, and when it vanished, it floated.

"I don't feel well right now. Don't let them get away with it."

When the treasurer uttered his anger, he slashed into the mornings.

As he kicked the man in the front, he shook his long sword down from top to bottom.

Gah, the blunt sound of slapping the skull cracked.

The man's forehead ripped vertically and his brown brain spurted with momentum.

At the same time, I saw a man with his right hand poking around.

Open your body and scratch.

I put a foot payment on my lap and let the man roll.

Upper body of a man out of balance swims.

I flattened my sword horizontally.

The blade broke the man's flank deeply and scattered blood smoke.

Slipping down a steep slope as a man screams. I didn't have time to be relieved. The four shadows that were scattered approach quickly. The men are wearing black eye-catching hats. The only exposed eyes were flaming with hatred and lukewarm and cold. Two men. It protruded and was quick. The blade is glowing blue and white. I was living in a frigid cold air.

The collector threw himself under a blade protruding from both directions, moving a fine, long sword.

"Yikes!!

"Whoa whoa!!

The two men broke their tibia and legs and exclaimed.

A bright red blood splash messed up and fell on the head of a depressed collector.

The man in front of me falls at the front. It's within the bounds of the possessor's attack.

With one knee poked, I tried to shake it up and saw the slaughter.

A long sword drew a silver line and a half moon from the bottom to the top.

The tip sharply chooses the throat of the man who was about to fall.

The man slammed his limbs as he peeled off his eyeballs and collapsed from his face to the ground, desperate.

The other one left.

He was calling as he held down his left leg. Did you damage your artery, you saw a lot of bleeding?

In an attempt to help his wounded companion, a man turning behind him strikes abruptly.

The collector rolled out a long sword behind his back with his backhand.

The blade pierced to be sucked into the man's chest plate.

I pulled quickly and jumped toward a crack that stunned.

The man put his sword over his head to prevent slaughter.

The blade meshed and a fierce metal noise struck his ear.

Did you get paralyzed at hand, a man let go of his weapon?

The collector grabbed his long sword with both hands and hit him physically.

All hands pierced the man's chest plate. The blade stabbed deep to the mouth of the tuba.

The trembling vibrations of the muscles are transmitted. I put my strength into the sword and pinched it up and down.

Cut open the man's eyes were full of amazement.

I scratch my hands on the man's face as he roars.

The man fell behind his back with a distressed look as he reached right into the void.

The treasurer's back was wet with gushuoli and sweat like water sprinkled with a bucket. I moved my gaze at the man crawling through the ground as I breathed. I kicked up the man's back of the head as he ran down the slope.

The man rolled down the hill and fell all the way to the grass at the bottom. Still the willingness to resist would not disappear, only the eyes were filled with a flame of guilla and intent to kill. The lower right ankle is connected by a piece of skin from the broken tibia. The collector swung his right foot down the man's wound and pulled a thousand cuts off his bristly ankle. The scream rang. I put my left foot over the man's chest plate and stopped moving. You sensed intent, and a fright ran into a man's eyes. I lowered the long sword in both hands perpendicular to the man's chest.

When the man was stationary like a specimen insect stopped by a pin, he was desperate, spitting heavily bloody diarrhea as he fluttered his arms.

The collector gazed up at the slopes, watching the wreckage fold over and fall.

A strong wind blew.

I smelled and felt that the complete morning was near.

The wind has changed direction. The dark fog of milk covers the area.

The collector walks out toward the street as he wipes the blood paste of the long sword with the clothes of the carcass. On the grass lay unfortunately the petals of the shara twins, chopped a thousand times and stained red and black with blood.

Eventually, the rear of the walking away treasurer was swallowed up in the morning.

The record of the one thousand and forty-eight years of the Romless Kingdom of the Outermost Territories reads: "An evil witch rampant in the realm. Crusade succeeded by Adventurer Luke and one of his parties. Villagers, build stone tablets in the woods, even in their honor".

The names of the others do not exist in the record.