Dungeon+Harem+Master

Some of the hardships of exorcising the cave tortoises ended the eleventh hierarchy with little effort. This is also all thanks to the secret diagram of the "Kame Road" received from Nelly. Still, given that it took a few days to get off the first tier, albeit at a low level, it was a good achievement for the collectors to put in a break and finish the offense in about ten hours. The ladies' footsteps should be feeling tired too, but somewhere light. The mood is above the flesh. Nevertheless, given the length ahead, it doesn't make much sense to make it impossible.

As soon as he descended to the twelfth level, the collector found an affordable camp and set up a tent. Best place to get behind the wall and look around as flat as possible. Digging trenches on all sides of the tent, he prepared for the water staining out of the rock.

Then, when the simple camado is rubbed, it starts cooking. In the first place, in the wild, it is normal to burn a fire in the middle of summer or in the middle of winter, without exception. Even in the middle of summer, temperatures can drop incredibly during weather changes and in the morning and evening. Not to mention, this is a dungeon where common sense on the ground doesn't work. In the unborn places of cockerel emitting special light, it is basically darkness. I am not very familiar with modern urban life, but what is a true dark night is something that profoundly, and only then, evokes fear in my heart. Especially in this dungeon, the distribution of organisms is unknown, and academically, we don't really know where and what kind of things live.

Upon finishing a nutritious energy meal with dinner, they dived into the tent, leaving the watch to the golem created by Meriandale. Regardless, it stands alternately internally because it keeps the fire on fire, but today the vigilance was slightly loosened by more junctions. In the tent, for once, the interior tension was doubled, so it was crowded and a little hot.

When the collector was gobbling on the shrub, each of them rested on a sleeping schedule. Remove makeup, change clothes, comb hair. Of course, I didn't sleep in the book, but relaxing as much as possible is more tiring, so I dared to inform everyone to do so. What the heck, as I was moving my gaze, I got eyes to eyes with Lacey, who was carefully taking care of her long hair. She showed a bare gesture of hiding even though it didn't make much sense when she laughed somewhat shy. Lacey and I used to live together at the Silver Carriage Pavilion, and I have also had skin blemishes many times, but when I was shown these initial tricks, I felt a little awkward.

(No, this is exactly the kind of guy called Harlem. In the tent, I smell like a woman and I even pump. I guess that means I'm pretty used to this life, too)

The collector had stolen a gap in the chot and had a "healthy love" with his daughter-in-law, but, exactly, he wasn't yet willing to breast the orgy with everyone.

(First of all, a monster attacked me on my way to hold a woman. Then I can't face the world. I don't even remember patience.... Oh, shit. When I realized it, my son was getting better again. Damn it)

In fact, the women in this are the legal and collector's wives of the Romles, and there is nothing wrong with customarily forcing them down. Rather, Romlessly, it is so much so that it is advisable to strike in the seeds for a good time to have children. Moving his gaze, Pordina, who was looking at this one jizzily, smiled slightly nicely. If you see a scented scent, the core of your brain will crack to simmer. If I returned my face next door, Meryandale, who had just fixed it to thin makeup, was crumbling his knee as he clasped his index finger at the lust of everything. White shining knee kid is healthy. Once you get started, you probably won't have any kiri. The collector forced himself to hold himself in and dive into the shrub when, for now, he allowed himself to restrain himself.

"... no lottery"

I wanted you to leave me alone.

"Hey, I'm going to bed now. Turn off the lights."

"Yes."

With Hilda's voice, the lantern lights turn down. Regardless, the brightness was narrowed to the extent of the rather moody atmosphere, although it was not made into complete darkness for safety. This can't be helped if you feel strange.

('Cause we're still young, and we love each other)

In this case, it is the love = lust of the treasurer. Needless to say.

"I'll tell you what, but try some unclean mane in this. I won't forgive you."

Be wary of the zodiac, or the hostility of Victoire falling asleep at the far end sounds.

At the same time, I heard a simultaneous heavy tongue pounding from the darkness that turned out the lights.

Victoire felt signs of fright and was just a little saddened by the mundane and elusive anger emanating from his surroundings.

Of course, it goes without saying that I enjoyed it well by the time difference, pretending to have stood in the bathroom.

The next morning, as we had breakfast and prepared ourselves for departure, Victoire rarely came to the collector tying his shoe hippo to Pordina.

"Hey, you.... Nothing"

"What the hell. It's like something's caught in the back of my teeth. If you want to ask me something, I want you to tell me everything. To this brother."

"Ku......!

Did Victoire remember last night, suddenly blushing and hiding with one hand?

White skin is dyeing sassy vermilion, it's worth watching and teasing.

(Hmm. I know what you want. You mean yesterday's array)

At the end of the day, the collector toured with the women except Victoire in the hustle of a big wheel. Thanks to you, this morning, my back hurts a little. At first, I enjoyed keeping my voice down and in the mood, but in the second half, the women were also shouting out because they were excited by the unusual nature of the dungeon or because the collector was rather tense enough to pull it off.

(Lacey in particular was amazing. And, I mean, I'm embarrassed to fuck you)

It would have been a lot tighter for Victoire to force her to decide to be single.

"But it's your fault you refuse my love."

"What are you talking about! Is there not a connection at all between the front and back contexts? Oh, my God. The horny beast!! Please, don't come near me. More than that."

Pordina, kneeling at the foot of the treasurer, laughed furiously at the tip of her nose. She was, for some reason, more of a shiny complexion than she was yesterday, and she was obviously in the lookout for a woman making a scene in front of her.

She was a treasurer who recognised that a woman was frightening, visioning the illusion of hot air coming out of Victoire's head like a locomotive.

The collector signaled his departure with a complexion that he did not know if he had recovered.

It is the beginning of the twelfth hierarchy's offensive.

The dungeon was being trampled at an unusually light pace. The members, excluding the collectors, are walking in a colloquial manner, as if they were tired yesterday. There's also no appearance of the monster I was concerned about. Not so much, the path was to the gravel zone. A scattered path of fine gravel and pebbles is difficult to walk on anyway. But with a different ankle than the modern man, the women go on without bitterness. I didn't need to give you a hand, and when I said yes, there was even a sign that this one was going to get outrun.

"All right, you're doing good inside"

The zodiac gazed at the map of "Kamaki Road", which he held to inspire himself. The pieces of paper are drawn with vermilion lines on the pavement like fine paintings, and the writing is engraved with delicate looking letters everywhere. I can't read the letters of this world as if, but while I've been looking at them for a long time, I was able to discern to the extent that the slightly horny ones are Nelly and the neurotic ones are Rudge.

When the narrow stone blocks ended their journey, now it was entirely sand only. Even with a lantern, vision can only be ensured about foot at best. Magic, I could get the lights out, but I couldn't use them much except in an emergency, given Rudge's strain. Naturally, my gait dropped slightly. but the women began to enjoy rather than fear the front wrapped in pitch black.

The road in front of me was a so-called "sand run" and how it could run down all at once. It is a time of little entertainment. They slide, not even listening to the stopping of the treasurer, almost trying to run. When you think about it, except for Rudge and Artemisia, most of the age is middle and high school. It's like instinct to enjoy a little something different or a change of circumstances. Even Pordina, who is made up of that loyalty alone, endures to the best of her ability to crack her tail and rush out. After a few hours, everyone began to get tired of each other.

"Hey, I'm not sure yet."

"Mr. Klund's liar......"

"I didn't say anything."

Anyway, it is a slope with a slope full of sand extending. Regardless of your preference, your feet are forced to move forward. At first, even Artemisia, who may have fun gaining momentum, but is constantly training, was burdened with the weight of armor, and was breathing roughly.

"I wish I had somewhere to rest"

"You're perfectly fine."

"Yes, I'm going."

Pordina was Kelloggy in the same way as usual. The Beast people have much higher endurance and endurance than humans. In particular, the strength of Pordina's body, a war-wolf clan (Wearwolf), has slipped out. As he exhaled for a long time and loosened his footsteps, Loulou, who had preceded him, blew his finger whistle sharply urging attention.

"Nevertheless, as rumors have it, it's a dungeon that won't bore you"

Victoire's back pulling out the sword sank deep into the sand.

"Give me the light."

Quickly Pordina turns the lantern light diagonally down.

And there were certainly five shadows in the gray sea. Lumps of sand. Eventually, it spread in a radial fashion so as to block the itching as it swelled to the size of a human being. Rudge, who was holding back beside him, quickly determined the enemy shadow.

"Sandman. A monster living in the dungeon's rubble zone."

The monster taking Sandman's alias was slipping and packing the distance all at once.

"Do it!"

Loulou, who was nearby, hurls a knife quickly, but Sandman makes a noise and dives into the sand before the blade reaches him.

Almost at the same time, the rest of the shadows are buried in the grey sea.

Loulou stands out too much. So when he refused to put Pordina in the front line, Loulou's body, which stood, was swallowed up deep at once.

"Yay, yay..."

Where did his usual calm go, Loulou began to wield his arms with darkless arrow cod, frightened as a little girl.

(Right. Loulou is Kanazchi. So the drowning illusion made me unable to move...!

"Let's go now!

As the collector flew out reflexively, the sand immediately in front of him swelled up with mockingbirds.

Sandman spreads his hands wide as if to bruise and laugh at people.

"Get out of the way, you son of a bitch."

I slapped him head-on as I pulled through the black lion. but the sand man, when he crumbled without any response, escaped to the sandy sea again. I don't have time to bite my teeth. As he stepped in about to run out, he grabbed his ankle. As a result, I was framed for punching me in the face.

"Mbeh!?

"What are you doing!

Quicker than the screaming Victoire ran out, Artemisia, who was at some point turning to the side, kicked sand and jumped up. The tip of the Virgin's Spear (Holy Lance) is placed perpendicular to the sand. Various screams flowed as the bottom of his belly cooled, and the sand gradually increased redness. Victoire also apprentices Artemisia and drops his sword vertically, but Sandman didn't seem to be intelligent enough to stay in the danger zone.

"Leave it to me!

It is Lacey who has advanced here. When she glanced softly at her eyes, she withered her throat and voiced a range of sounds that were very unlikely to be human.

"What is this voice?"

"Mi, my ear."

"Guys! Block your ears!!

Lacey, a half-seilene, can freely change the sound range and freely manipulate the vocal qualities according to the circumstances. I didn't learn it from anyone. She was blossoming the talent by throwing herself in the dungeon.

A unique sound similar to howling emitted towards the ground, and at the same time, it was there that he blurted out the escaping and hiding sandman.

Not so much, the alien creatures diving into the sand, when they themselves exposed themselves to the earth, erupted a red and black tide from their earlobes, resting unbroken.

Sandman's identity was a “sand monkey” that evolved uniquely to inhabit this cave.

Hairless and with grey-brown skin, they had the nature to draw organisms through the sand into deep underground nesting holes and devour them. No, Sandman, still dragged out to the ground, relentlessly pinned his limbs and is desperate. Because of the pain, the eyeballs had popped out and a long tongue had been thrown out from between the stripped fangs.

I don't even need to stab the todome. It was too complete a victory.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Krander."

"No, I mean fine. One of these days, when we get to a flat spot, we'll take a dose."

After breaking Sandman, the collector was down the sand, carrying Loulou, who had lost his hips and was unable to move. Behind him, Lacey, who had once again become an MVP, was shyly twisting herself with everyone's blessings.

"And yet, Lacey is amazing"

"I thought I was a kid who could do it!

"You're reliable. Well, then, there's no more curtain for me."

As Meryandale, Hilda, and Artemisia continued to praise her standing, Lacey turned away and was honestly delighted.

"Yeah. hehe, don't light something up. Stay."

"Heh, heh. About that, what! Nothing, I don't care. And you're a knight. It's more important to settle by means of a square sword technique, even if you don't use such a method!

"Victoire. You'd better nurture an honest heart that can acknowledge a person's merits"

"Nah, dude!

"... ma. 'Cause nobody, nobody but yourself, would want to admit that they're obviously any better than you."

"Pordina! Oh, I hope you think I'm jealous of Lacey."

"Phew."

"What that sigh. Huh. I won't forgive, I won't forgive you."

Victoire is yelling at me with her cheeks bright red. The collector sincerely thought that he was glad he was cut through without much injury for now, hitting his face.

It eventually came to an end as it pushed to tear through a thick chunk of painted ink. The fine sand disappeared, the red soil and the unique cocky golo rock of the cave increased.

"Yay...!

I wonder how sick I was of the same landscape. Someone sounded relieved.

"I'm tired already. No rest, no rest."

Hilda threw both legs out and jittered. All the time, someone might blame her for her lawlessness, but she was just tired of acting continuously for more than twenty hours, blue-faced all the time. Neither did the collector expect to spend so much time getting off that slope. Almost, unloading Loulouloulou, who was turning into luggage, began to support the camp on this occasion. No longer moves in a handy manner, lights fire, and prepares meals. Again, Pordina was the only one who moved vertically, showing little fatigue.

(Thinking about it, you didn't even have a "buy” daughter so far. 10 million p (pounds) would have been cheap...)

The collector thought so as he saw Pordina moving more enthusiastically than anyone else as he lowered his back on the rock. The instrumentality is outstanding and the personality is submissive itself. Great distraction and great proposition. Hold me. Okay, let me serve you. She has no choice. Most importantly, the collector has no reason to know the thoughts that flow at the root of Pordina, far beyond affection. For her, the existence of a treasurer is deeper, heavier and more honorable than faith in God. Pordina, as a custom of the Berbera tribe, weighed an indigenous religion called Diabrino, but probably would have thrown it away lightly if the collectors had ordered it to be thrown away. That is not to say otherwise, because she is not faint in faith, but because the treasurer comes first, compared to all events. The more Pordina is told, the more compassionate it is, the harder it is to move. A collector who doesn't know that only thinks about Pordina to the point of "I think you love me a little..." He always had a habit of underestimating himself, which stemmed from the original experience of childhood.

"Not really, soggy, yummy"

"Here, Hilda. I don't swallow soup and dessert together."

The collector manipulated the spoonful as he watched tired Hilda stuffed the juice and fruit of the juice at the same time. When you're exhausted, sweet and salty taste is good anyway. Because the body desires lost salt, minerals, and sugar. The collector chewed and tasted the gelatinous part of the chicken skin, which was the fruit of the pan, well simmered and trolled. Not so much of a hand-in-hand taste, but salt gas that stains your body invites you to salivate.

"Klund, the roasted tori-san is gone."

"Whoa, Amongst other things. Lacey."

"Eh heh. You're welcome."

The collector thumped on the fatty taste of meat spreading in his mouth when he chewed the handed skewers.

What's so fun, Lacey grins and looks at the food.

"Whoa, speaking of which, Lacey worked great with the boss fight the other day. I'm going to get a reward. Chiko, come here."

"Hehe. Something, something."

When the collector put Lacey on his lap, he chopped the skewered, well-cooked meat and fed her like a toddler.

"Look, uh"

"Uh. Momogu, yummy."

Together, he has obviously looked directly at the two suddenly obnoxious people with their obnoxious faces. In fact, this was also a palliative manoeuvre of the collectors, who deliberately sought to differentiate themselves so as to award a meritorious general. It was a tricky way to do it, but Akai seemed to succeed.

As far as Meryandale, he looks at Lacey with his comatose eyes that have lost their precision like a wax doll. To such jealousy, no longer moving, Lacey was trying to show off this special treatment, making room, like a princess wholeheartedly receiving the Lord's favor.

"... I advise you, one day, you will be stabbed"

"Hmm? I'm invincible."

"I'm too confident in myself."

Victoire, who had already finished his meal, opens one eye and tells him as he takes care of his sword.

Slowly, she took off her boots and looked at her face.

Apparently, he was wearing something not very sizeable, and not suitable for exploration. The ankle I pulled out of my boot is badly rubbed off. Painful. Victoire endured jiggly with anguish on his beautiful face.

"Sounds a lot painful"

"Leave him alone. Or are we not teasing enough yet"

"There's no way. All right, hold on."

"What?

The collector ordered Pordina to bring a cloth wrap from his luggage.

I quickly untied the cloth and spread my hands as if untied.

"See, bye-bye."

"Shoes..."

It was a woman's boot made of elegant leather. The light brown upper is carefully polished with oil and shiny. The bright red string is also new to the eyes and even graceful somewhere.

"What. Do you want me to brag about my shoes? I don't like it."

"Hey, you can't be. It's a present, a gift. For You."

"Heh, heh. I know you've bought it appropriately trying to buy my pleasure, but that doesn't make any sense. Behold, even these shoes have been matched at the store, but they are these zamas. I can't believe what you bought fits my legs."

"Daiji-kun. You've been researched, my lady."

"How?"

"Night after night, in anticipation of when you fell asleep... ahhh. Liar! I asked Hannah to measure it for me! Do you remember that?

"Sure, like that happened -"

"Ma, ma, ma. Things are called trying, yes. Try it on."

Victoire wore boots prepared in outfits that were tightly taped to the shoe rub and defeated the enthusiasm of the collector. Deciding that pain would strike the kakato, flexing his roughly ankle, the leather, which should be stiff, was stitched with a special method and was so perfect that he did not think he would have worn it for the first time.

"... it doesn't hurt"

"What, you look great. I'm proud of you."

Artemisia snuffed her gentle dripping eyes even more and seemed to flatter her heart. From the same time I was watching it, I cheered.

It was hard to thank Victoire honestly because of his character, while also caring about the collector, who showed a bare gesture he hated. As she lowered her hips silently, she began to pinch her finger on the string of boots.

"Well, why don't you take it off?

"I don't want to get anything like this."

Before Hilda's words could be finished, Victoire yelled furiously. A harsh wrinkle stopped between Pordina's eyebrows as she quietly watched what was going on.

"Hey, you. No matter how much, isn't there a better way to do that? Klander's got a shoe for me."

It was Rudge who was supposed to be sober to give an opinion quicker than Pordina, who moved on to say a word. For a moment, he is pressured by accusations from an unexpected direction, but when Victoire turns that way, he silently expresses his displeasure at Rudge's words. The treasurer was a man who, until now, had never taken much of it and made gifts to the women.

This time, the boots we have for Victoire are specially tailored because we think they are essential for dungeon offense.

But the women who did not know the facts could not forgive Victoire in front of them for treating it unhindered, if they did not also like the attitude of the collectors as if they were going to treat them special. I don't want to trick the treasurer against the face. Loved weakness. Heavenly, the object of anger was to be directed at a so-called "taller" woman, more beautiful than anyone else, more beautiful than jumping through and ladylike.

You are uncomfortable, and Victoire's spirit was not mature enough to be clearly shown and stay on the spot. For God's sake, she's also close to the age of a kid who just left high school when it comes to Japan.

Besides, it was an untraceable experience in the life of the Knights, which had a long male belt, such as sheathing over men.

Normally, Hannah, who at no time is unconditionally defending Victoire, is present on this occasion.

In such cases, a woman is a much more damp indication of her attitude than a man. The collector also mumbles without knowing what to do with the abrupt and gushing gloomy atmosphere.

There is only one action Victoire can take against mass hostility.

From the spot, it was to flee.

"This is ridiculous. I've had enough of this farce"

When I finished putting the string through the shoes I had been wearing from the beginning, I was forced to show them.

Did that appear even more abominable to my daughter-in-law, who loves the treasurer?

"- Isn't that nice? Apologize to Klando."

Meryandale stood up to Victoire in a way that looked up.

There are no feelings there as companions, who risked their lives and worked hard together, until earlier.

Only the twisted feelings between the stiff men and women were ugly and exposed.

Meriandale is not particularly good at martial arts. If you rub it together, you are weak enough to be lightly screwed down. She was quietly clean. The eyes were more and more cloudy like the bottom of a deep swamp, and the voice that pushed him to death still seemed to explode, so creeping.

Get out of the way.

"Geez."

But Victoire felt enough if he was uncomfortable. It's more frightening, more isolated than in anger. She poked Meryandale in the shoulder with a countermeasure that could be described as a bad hand. Somewhere, I'll let you fall, I might have had enough thoughts. There was nothing in it that disliked Meryandale individuals, but bad things overlap when they are bad. Meryandale, with his legs wrapped around him, either, or he fell weirdly and cut his forehead puckedly with a rock that was protruding.

"When?"

"Merry!"

Meryandale read terror like a cornered toddler in Victoire, who sees herself with a blue face, bleeding from her cut forehead. So I woke up from a nightmare.

"For I am a fighter. Hey."

"What are you talking about! It's terrible, like this. This is happening!

"I missed you, Victoire!

"Oh, it's terrible. You're bleeding. Why are you doing this? Don't believe me! By Victoire."

"So, I'm going."

"Yeah. It's not good. You can't go here. I got it."

"No! I'm not..."

The more Meryandale covers, the more heat he heats up around.

Victoire, who endured a storm of cursing, rushes out as he sheds his face this time. On his cheeks were scattered a slightly sparkling clear Shizuku.

The collector, after a moment of patrol, decided to follow her.