Dungeon+Harem+Master

A cloudless Ethereum was spreading.

Early morning. In the residence of the Princess Mansion.

Two women were facing each other in a short mowed lawn square.

Victoire.

Sizka.

One has a long hem of attire.

The other wore black tops and bottoms that were perfect for his body.

Victoire is one hundred and sixty-eight. Sizka is one hundred and fifty-four. The height difference is 14 cm.

Naturally, the weight of the body is also heavier in the five or six kilovictoires.

The two did not pull out their swords, as usual, and confronted each other unarmed.

As a prosecutor, Hannah is watching them both as they nick.

"Well, let's get started."

What a distracted voice flowed.

At the same time, the two began to circle around to draw a circle while maintaining some distance.

The two move quickly so that the fierce comma spins.

With the toe of his stepped foot, the broken grass chopped a thousand times, and it danced in the wind.

Sizka at speed. In power, a good physical Victoire definitely wins.

It was Sizka who set me up first.

When she kicked the ground like a bullet, she ran straight into it.

Victoire, exhaling gently, threw out a fierce knife with force on his hips.

Sizka quickly sank herself, swirling her hands long legs about the ground.

A wind sound similar to the blade wind roared and a stretched kick hit Victoire's left head.

Quickly raise your left arm and guard. The shock runs like he was beaten with a billy and a stick like this.

Right kick in the counterattack without putting your hair down. The leg aimed at the left side of Sizka became like a munch.

Moment of impact. Sizka's little body moves and falls behind her back.

She flew behind her back to kill the impact herself.

Then I can't help but chase him.

As Victoire kicked the earth hard, he jumped up and looked at his right foot at the spear's walking tip.

It's a painful jump kick.

But Sizka doesn't hesitate.

Crossing his arms, he took the flying kick directly from the front with a cross.

"Ugh."

Victoire jumped back and cut the dragonfly, landing lightly.

When the setup was taken again, they both went into adhesive condition.

"Don't do it"

"You're quite something."

Flea and clouds scattered in the sky that seeped bright blue, inadvertently darkening.

"I mean, it's time to keep the handsets around here. Pordina, why don't you go shopping?"

Hannah is jumping with her hands round and barreled in front of her mouth.

Fluffy, wrapped around the hem of a disturbed skirt, with a thousand slices of blue grass dancing.

"Mm-hmm. Right. Is it that time already? Do you?"

"Right."

When they unraveled, they walked out, sweating thinly on their foreheads, looking good at it.

It's shopping.

Normally, the mansion allows daily delivery to merchants in and out of the house, such as meat and vegetables, but because it is a large area, there is nothing missing.

In that case, Pordina was probably on her way to the city to buy it, but today she happened to be short of a hand because about four of the little elves pulled together and caught a cold.

Walk toward the city in a pompous manner. The season is still winter, but today it was warmer than I thought, partly because of the sun.

"Egg, oil, medicine, cloth, paper and writing..."

Victoire crushes as he looks at the note.

"You have to order Maguya firewood and wood too. Because the stables haven't been used for a long time, so it seems bad to have to get them."

"Why don't we just use a carriage at a time like this"

Sizka did not change her expression and called it a potpourri.

"The carriage is used by Rudge to get out to the lab."

"Wouldn't it be nice to be close? Besides, walking is good for your health."

"Hmm."

"Ah! What, that attitude? I'm trying to walk you over. I'm talking to you with tenderness. Damn it, Sizka. You're usually missing something called coordination. Maybe we shouldn't get along with everyone else."

"Hannah, later by the handicraftsman, okay? I want to buy a new knitting stick and yarn"

"Yes -. Are you going to knit a muffler for the brave man now?"

"Whoa to ignore. I'm saddest to be ignored. Ahhh."

Walk down the street into the Leasefield district and get the chores done quickly.

In the course of the conversation, we were going to have a little tea, and the three of them found a somewhat stylish coffee shop and decided to waste it. Quite often, the conversation bounced because she was still a woman.

"Ah, my lady, again with all that milk and sugar. What will you do if you grow more milk? Also. Is it the boobs of the world alone, also -"

"Ugh, shut up. Sweet tastes better. Besides, you don't want to look at people like meat. Who's the boobies haunted!

"Oops. Don't make zoo-zoo noises when you drink tea. I'm embarrassed over here."

"You don't make any noise. Ugh.... standing up?

"haha"

"Don't laugh and deceive me. No, really. I thought it was perfect for me. Hey, hey."

"If that's what you think, isn't it? Among your ladies."

"Oh, my God, if it's good enough to make you that anxious. Ah, here. Where are you going?

"It's a makeup fix. Don't listen to me."

"Oh, I'll give you a little too Hannah -"

When Sizka and Hannah were taken close and unclean, Victoire was left alone on the spot lonely and pompous. Outside the glass, the sun shines brightly, so let's call it a day of walking. Extending his gaze into the store, there were still a relatively large number of male and female couples.

"... he wouldn't like a store like this. You don't have enough, you can complain."

Victoire gets one couscous laugh, imagining if he went to the store with someone.

Then he looked around like a hack, turned his face bright red and shook it hard or not.

"Hmm. What are you imagining is stupid? Damn, why are you talking about that guy? That's crazy. Why, why not? It's been weird lately, I..."

Though, as she was struck and bored by the mysterious itching, the bell rang noisily as it sounded like a kick through the entrance door.

"Welcome, that customer, be a little quieter when entering the store"

"Russell! Bogus!! Get out of the way!!

"Aye, fine."

Turn your gaze, there were about three big men there who were bent on kicking the clerk in the ass.

Every man is a giant body that looks up.

Even the sighting probably doesn't mean it's lower than one hundred and ninety.

Even from the top of the garment, you can see the buoyancy of the developed muscles.

A vicious long sword punched into the chest or hips of used leather.

All three are releasing a unique killing spirit emanating from what has made violence a business.

Obviously all the customers in the store showed fright at the heterogeneity that was different from the customer base in this store.

(Probably an adventurer. Those are the ones with no manners at all)

As Victoire sipped tea whispering his eyebrows, from behind the men, the little man moved forward lukewarmly.

Is it past forty when I was old? He had divided his black hair into seventy-three parts and had decided to bish his little beautiful clothes.

"Here you are. Don't threaten the city's things senselessly."

"Oh, Jerry. Hehe, I didn't mean to offend you. I just wanted to get some good seats for you, Jerry, a little faster."

"Wow. It's Petre. Quite an inspiring loyalty. I'm so happy. [M] Well, let's get you to that seat as soon as possible."

"Hehe. Oh, Jerry, you said that! Why don't we just get some superb seats? Ahh. This clerk bastard."

One fist of a man. The weak clerk, a glass-based man, no longer had any shame or ears when he was slammed to the floor again, and continued to whimper and whimper his tall voice, dripping tears and snot from all over his face.

"Heh, heh, heh. Yes, it is. Hey, we're full right now. Forgive me. Come on."

The men are kicking around wanting to drop by and cry like a turtle child.

A man named Jerry, who seemed to be a leader of a group, did not blame him otherwise, but just looked at the sight with Nico laughing.

Failing to overlook it as it was, Victoire nearly stood up and, before that, a female guest sitting nearby stood up and shouted.

"Hey you guys! What are you doing in here all of a sudden? Out of the way, you would be a Rokudenasi adventurer from that outfit. Stop now or I'll call the Adventurers Union!

"Oh, man. Let it be."

The woman who stood up is still young. Is it about the early twenties? By contrast, the other man was already frightened, shaking his body into small pieces violently with a blue-white face.

"Heh, this is my attentive sister. The chest is also deceiving. Hey, is this little white bluebird your boyfriend?

"It won't matter to you!

"You liked it more and more. Jerry, what do you say, this woman? What a toy you are today."

"Right. Lady, leave such a man alone and hang out with us tonight. If you're feeling better, you can take care of it. Even if it looks like this, I have a lot of money."

When Jerry had a niche, muddy grin, the woman looked flat-handed without concealing her discomfort.

but that blow is also taken quickly by one of Jerry's back wipes and twisted up his arm.

A scream wooded the store.

"Yes. Yes. That hurts. Get off me! Erik. Erik, help me."

"Oh, oh."

The woman calls her boyfriend's name with half a cry, but the man can't even stand up with his hips off.

When the adventurer man grabbed Erik's shoulder and relaxed his mind, it only made him as stiff as a frog stared at by a snake.

"So, brother. She's our meat slave from today on. Temei, go home! Beep!!"

"Hizu. Yes, yes. I'm leaving. Ugh."

Erik, when he was lightly punched in the nose, he put his wallet on the whole table, abandoned the woman and ran away.

With a look stained with despair, the woman began to wander her body grandly during the day when she was forced to sit next to Jerry. He can't even speak out because of so much discomfort and strong fears.

To a hellish misery, the store is quiet. It was a nightmare.

"Hmm. You have a pretty good breast, don't you? I'll give you enough for tonight. Nah, you guys. If I get tired of it, I'll let you play in order. Anyway, I've been feeling a lot paler lately. I'm sure I won't be able to satisfy such a strong young lady."

"Oh, well, no!

"Sasu, Jerry, let's get to the point."

"I'm booking number two!!

"Help, someone help -"

"You guys, why don't you! Let that girl go now!!

(Don't be ridiculous, no matter what!! - So, the timing again)

Where Victoire was about to rise, the timing was bad and other male guests rose.

Is the man in his mid-twenties or so? He was a gentleman with a stern face to see.

He is over one hundred and ninety. The thick flesh, which is as thick as a seer, is of no lesser colour than the mischievous ones.

Blonde with short pruning. The make-up of the face was slightly cluttered, but it felt wild and manly.

The clothes I wear are made of fairly luxurious fabric. The waist is elegant and calm, and at first glance is a high-ranking official.

The men are just dazed by the emergence of this man. Adventurers are basically lower class. If you rub with officials and nobles in the realm, you're overwhelmed with bad minutes, and if you hit badly, you could easily be banished from the Adventurers' Union (Alliance).

It's just not the same as having a city daughter or a citizen around that corner. Especially the guys who can get as tough as they can get between rogues, let them pull their faces and look at Jerry. No matter how big it was, there was the strength of the will to eventually rely on the leader.

"Ha ha. This looks like we were a little too drunk. The joke is, leave it at this. Let's leave it at this, ladies and gentlemen, and change the river banks."

"Wait."

Victoire quietly says, getting up and approaching the vortex of contention.

Everyone was breathing into the emergence of a beautiful maid who didn't notice because the seat she was sitting in was the most corner. That too should have been, its standing behavior, its pinned and stretched spine, and its neat appearance over the others were so superb that it couldn't help but attract the attention.

Both the gentlemen and the rogues, who were trying to stop the atrocities, keep their mouths open with pokans. It was like looking at a goddess who manifested herself during the day.

"If you were drunk, you were drunk, and you had something to say to the store?

"Ah, oh. That's right. My men have been very rude. Instead, thank you. And this is for a nuisance fee...... Hey, you're coming!!

Jerry left the store with his thick purse on the table. Not at all. Something like different piercing. Jerry was drank with temper by a young gentleman and left without a hand.

On his way home, one of the rogues said, "Remember what happened today!" And it is also Temple Street that threw up the discarding dialogue.

When the men disappeared, the guests in the store shouted.

Regardless, they were a voice of praise for the gentleman and Victoire.

"Yay! Damn you!

"Brother is awesome! My chest is so crisp!!

"The maid's a nice assist, too. Damn. As much as I want you to come to my son's wife."

"Thank you, thank you. You're a nobleman."

"Maid. I'm breaking up with this guy, so marry me!

Victoire stood in front of the man who slowly laid back in his seat as he looked at the guests.

"Don't you have a lot of nerve? That's not what I can do."

"Ha. No, that, what..."

"Mmm. What's up?"

"Lost my hips"

"... haha"

To put it too honestly, Victoire couldn't help laughing.

The man is exhaling deeply as he lowers his bear-like giant.

If you look, my willing daughter, who was helped earlier, is recommending cold water, with her eyes as a heartmark.

Victoire nodded in his heart because of his ex-husband's remarkable hipster, not to mention the impossibility of falling instantly.

"Oh, speaking of which, I'm Victoire. I'm impressed with your behavior. I would love to know your name. Must be out of a house with a name."

"No, no, I'm not noble or anything. My job is just a port inspector, my name is Brad. Officials are the lowest ranking officials."

"Brad was a port inspector."

"Oh, hey, you. Your face is close."

The willing daughter saved by Brad is rubbing her face closer together. Brad was retreating slightly behind his back.

"Yeah? Are port inspectors that heavy?

"Maid. You don't know? The salaries of Large Point inspectors are filled with -. Oh, I'm late for my application. I'm called Amanda. Age is twenty-one and single, free! Best wishes."

"I mean, you were just here with your boyfriend..."

"We're breaking up now. Well, that ballless bastard, he kept it from the start. Besides, I'm a proper virgin, and you're good at chores."

"No, because I have trouble being appealed to like that. Look, I'm talking to this maid right now."

"Ugh. Brad, is this your type? Honestly, I'm not going to win. Oh, my God, that collar."

"No, I don't think I can handle it with him because that's what I'm saying, could you just go away?"

Amanda, who had suddenly made an intense appeal, was isolated at the merchant's expense. Brad wet his forehead sweat with a big fist as he sighed.

"What, you're a lot hottie. Oh, I can't."

"Stop teasing me. This is the first time I've been born. Well, the city is just a scary place."

"What, you don't live in this city?"

"No, my parents are Large Point. Recently, I finally got a special long vacation. So I came to Silver Villago."

"It's hard to get caught up in all this crap all of a sudden. But I don't know how to get into such a rogue arbitration."

"No, I'm not at all. Earlier, I was self-absorbed."

"Hmm."

Victoire saw a man stirring up his shyness as troubled and came to an idea.

- Right. This guy looks somewhat like Klund.

Whatever, unlike Klund, if nothing nasty, he's also a sophisticated common sense man.

But the neat giant reminiscent of this bear, or the irresistible cuteness uniquely possessed by a man that I can't hate anyhow, I couldn't help but feel what goes by, alle.

"Yeah. Right. Victoire, you've been in this city a long time, haven't you?

"No, not like that either. Unfortunately, it's been since last year. I started living there."

"Ah, oh. That collar."

Brad gave thought to the matters that were then associated with him, and gave him a painful look.

If a young, beautiful woman is a slave, it can only think of one more thing. I am a housekeeper and a sexual slave. Especially if he was dressed in fine clothing like Victoire and in an extremely chic outfit, he couldn't help but mistake it.

"You know. You seem to be making a funny mistake, but nothing, I'm not a slave. This is her husband's hobby. Oh, and whoa. This is an unnecessary mistake."

"I don't particularly want to go in there. I mean, I just wanted to know if, you know, you know someone in this city who's got a certain face. I wonder."

"I'm not a face player myself, but I have as many hands as I want."

Victoire twisted his tall, neat nose upwards and strained his fishing bell-shaped chest. It should be, too, that she is the princess of this territory and the daughter of Uncle Andrew. Unless there was so much to it, impossibility was a powerful man who could easily pass through.

"Well, I'm looking for people."

Brad nodded with a dark look as he rounded the giant and shook his voice. With all that, I feel like a thick body of meat has gotten smaller all around. Somewhere, it felt like it couldn't be left alone.

"What's up? I met him here, but he's on some kind of edge. If your lord is in trouble, we will cooperate to the best of our ability. Whatever. It's a knightly duty to help the weak."

"Knight? Anyway, I'm looking for a woman. Yeah, but I'll still try this on my own for now. I just met you. Don't hold me in your arms, you know. And, yeah. Nothing. Maybe if you get into trouble again, it's you."

"Right. There's a reason it's deep. If you're in real trouble, come here."

Victoire said so, writing down the address of the mansion on a paper napkin and handing it to him.

"So, what kind of person are you looking for?"

"Yeah. Me and I, we're sworn lovers. But one day, there was a mess, and he left the house. My mother and I were good friends. The truth is, this wouldn't have happened if I had been brave and kedgy sooner."

"Right. It's twisted."

"Yeah. But I'm really lost. She, the truth is, I guess I didn't like it and jumped out. She really doesn't want me to see her face again. I'm always scared."

"Did you have a fight or something?

"Yeah. Absolutely. She's as poor, as luxurious, as gentle. It was like a Virgin. When I laugh all the time, I just chill my lips a little. One day, if I make her laugh from the bottom of her heart, okay. I thought so."

"Then look for it! Brad, there's no such thing as a woman. Anytime, someone wants to love me. You're a good one, even if we just talked about it. No matter how long it takes. Make sure you find her and make her happy! Look! Promise me this!

"Ah, haha. When a beauty like you says that, I feel confident. [M] Thanks. Well, it's time to meet up with people, so let's go. Again."

"Oh. I wish you luck. Brad."

Long after gaining a good acquaintance, one giggling, noticed Sizka sneaking behind her back, who had so far disappeared like a shadow.

"That was a long time ago. What's wrong with you even belly down......! That face!!

Sizka's expression. It was white as a bleached fabric. Victoire asked about the situation when he pulled Hannah, who was supposed to be with him.

"What's the matter, the one? Are you even from the moon?"

"No, I don't know what it is. I thought it had suddenly solidified and I became a sculptor. It doesn't even work with Pickle. Hannah, it was a lot."

"Hey. What's up, what's up? Talk to me. Mmm."

"... go home"

"So what, you ignore me all the time!!

Sizka walks out in ghostly footsteps, ignoring the yelling Victoire.

Sometimes, he hits the person in front of him and walks, so each time he frames himself apologizing many times and Victoire disappears feeling good earlier, swelling like a puff.

"Hey. If you really don't feel well, do you want to arrange a Tsuji carriage?

"Fine, because I can walk. Leave me alone."

"It won't work either. Totally, whoa."

Past the center street, there are fewer shadows of people along the way. The time is, like, around noon. The sky was cloudy in Russia, and the blue sky above was filled with black clouds, and gobbling and thunderous sounds were heard.

"This is going to rain. Let's go home."

"Um, right. There's something wrong with Sizka."

Side of the street. A shadow of a small size leapt out of the tree shadow a little further away.

These are the rogues who rubbed in the coffee shop earlier.

more so at a time like this. Half-expected, but it was a hundred million.

As Jerry zapped forward and forth, he licked up from top to bottom to value people with ferocious eyes as the big men each got their score to follow.

Obviously, it was a movement of gaze that feared Brad's presence, and his timidity was such that the one I saw wanted to hold his head in mourning.

"How dare you embarrass us earlier? It's expensive."

"Hehe. Without that big fat ass, I don't know what to do!

"Three of them are coming for you. I'll grab it and put it in a hole called a hole!

"Besides, they're all upper-ball. Hehe, Master Jerry. This is a few steps better than Amako, the first one involved. This is the ladybird to the pawn!

Get out of the way.

"Sizka?"

Sooner or later, when Sizka's body danced like the wind, she had already pulled a knife.

The opposite big song knife.

Running lightly through the atmosphere, he doubled the face of the man standing directly in front of him.

The scream echoed.

Sizka ran through the right side of the man, who didn't keep up with much of the situation and was standing on the bar.

Piun, and the white blade drew a streamline.

At the same time, a man with a broken flank.

I checked the red blood muscles that spread from the heso to the waist in such a way as to be incredible.

Then, the man stunned in the form of pounding his knees on the spot and falling into his own organs that flowed out.

One of the remaining had already lost his hips and was swinging his sword as he sat down on the ground.

Sizka's face.

My emotions fell out softly and I was as vain as a doll.

The right arm the man was wielding is quickly slashed.

Thick blood muscles danced in the void, spreading like fog.

The man is no longer completely disinclined and hungry.

Sizka dropped the song knife in her hand as she stepped on the man's back unconstitutionally.

The blade made a hard noise as it pierced straight through the man's heart, hitting the ground, squirting.

Just one left, Jerry. He pulled his leg to escape and fell unnecessarily.

"Hiya. Hiya. I'll give you money, gold! So, so only life!

"Shut up."

A song knife shook to the side in a quick move that made Victoire flash as he watched.

When Jerry was broken off his neck root, he threw up dot and blood reflexes, keeping both eyes open.

"Sizka......!

Sizka stood on the spot with signs of rejection of all things.

I knew she was a short tempered woman, but this explosion of emotion is a bit incredible.

As Victoire was wondering how to speak, Sizka suddenly started to pound her hand on the ground and nauseate violently.

Yellow stomach fluids and the contents I ate this morning overlap with bloody mud.

Returning to me, he approached me sassy and stroked his back, and I saw her shaking fine.

My lips are shaking slightly, crushing at everything.

- Sorry, sorry, sorry.

What I hear when I clear my ears was a voice begging for forgiveness full of remorse.