Dungeon + Harem + Master : Chapter 3 - Please show your sincerity
Kotaro Koizumi, a brave man summoned by Princess Marianne, was a talented person with excellent abilities, even if he did not have the three coats of arms as a proof of perfection.
Although imperfect as a hero, wisdom Using his abilities, he was working hard every day to confront the country's crisis by rehabilitating the kingdom's exhausted finances. The royal treasury has been enriched more than ever by improving the process of producing new agricultural products and correcting the efficiency of agricultural work.
Marianne and Koizumi's relationship grows rapidly, sometimes wielding a sword as a military commander to subdue the aristocrats who oppose the royal family. Twenty-five Koizumi and fifteen Marianne were different in age, but it was clear that they would eventually become a married couple because they loved each other.
Other than the young and energetic Koizumi, his thoughts were old-fashioned, and he firmly vowed not to touch Marianne with one finger until he got married, but it was a mischief of God, and this time it backfired.
Close-up here was a man named Fabian von Romulus, Marianne's cousin.
Known as the kingdom's most prodigal aristocrat, Fabian was an easy-to-understand type of master with a height of nearly 190, a solid eagle nose, and a beard extending from the cheek to the chin.
At this time, he had just crossed the forty slopes, but he was married seven times and died seven times.
According to one theory, he was a man who had been rumored that his wife couldn't bear it and died prematurely because of Fabian's energetic energy. Although he doesn't have much ability, Fabian's movement, which was the best in the world when it comes to composing a woman, was quick to see the opportunity.
He had avoided the rather disappointing head family until the hero summoning was successful, but when he saw that the national power had revived, he used Tsute to force Marianne into his own thing. It was done.
Of course, there were many aristocrats who also helped Koizumi, who had accumulated a track record as a hero. Koizumi got a piece of information the night before the start of the counterattack, which would definitely succeed.
It was that his beloved girlfriend had a child in her body.
Koizumi suddenly threw his sword and fell to Fabian when he learned that she had a baby just before regaining Marianne.
If the flathead loses his fighting spirit, the bearer can no longer be helped.
Koizumi, who was robbed of his beloved princess and deprived of his hero's abilities, was rushed to prisons around the world when he was charged with appropriate charges.
"And to this day. Of course, the contract has been cancelled and the hero is just a person. If there is still a way to go back to Japan, I'll be brave enough to break one or two prisons. You might think, but unfortunately the royal summoning magic seems to be a one-way street that only calls. Bad, was it a shock? "
"No, well"
The brewer was confused by himself who was not so upset while returning words to Koizumi. After all, I was faced with the fact that I would never be able to return to Japan, but my heart wasn't upset. The ability to question seemed to be lacking from a part of the brain. I was embarrassed when I noticed the change in my mind.
"Kland. You are now linked to the contractor, the princess. It's like having control of a part of your brain. If the princess is the owner,
"Mr. Jii. You don't have that special ability anymore?"
I heard Goronzo, who was listening next to me, seemingly boring.
"Oh, I'm just a shell now."
The day after hearing Koizumi's confession, the brewer was not able to digest the bad things that smoldered in his chest.
(This is the result of being summoned and devoting himself to the country without complaining. What's more, is this the end of the hero of luck who was taken down by his beloved princess?)
The brewer felt bitter in his mouth while leaning against the wall and looking at the wrinkled profile of Koizumi, who had not yet woken up. According to last night's story, Koizumi was in the middle of fifty, but when viewed from the side, he was so tired that he could only be seen as an old man over seventy. Countless amyloid plaques stand out on the face, and the ribs visible in the underwear barely support the body with thin flesh.
(Apparently, if you feel laid back, I might become ah in a blink of an eye)
However, suddenly, like an American hero, there is no way to escape from this prison.
"Gagaga"
"Spipipi"
A pleasant sleep can be heard from Goronzo and Martha. It was lightly
irritated. The brewer stretched his back and rang his shoulder bones, and Jarmil kept wearing a blanket.
"Even if you get up early, there is nothing to do."
"Oh. I was surprised. Good morning, Jarmil."
"Good morning, but I'm sorry to say that I'll keep this stance until breakfast. I want to prevent the loss of physical strength as much as possible."
"Hey, aren't prisoners usually forced to work? Hora, meaninglessly digging or backfilling."
"What does that mean?"
"I don't know, but it's a popular task in my country. The source is subculture."
"Hmm. Sure, meaningless physical punishment is likely to ruin a person's mind, but I rarely do that nifty way here. Is punishment a simple physical pain? Or it's a thorough neglect like we are now. It's a pain for human beings to do nothing. "
"Well, sure. I'm free."
"For me, I was able to indulge in my thoughts and it was a great help."
The brewer was absent-minded for a while, looking at Jarmil's back, which had stopped moving again.
A shadow cast in front of the grid to see how much he was doing.
"Hey, newcomer"
"An"
A flatfish-faced prison guard called out to the brewer who was rowing the boat while leaning against the wall.
"Get out, you're a guest"
"Are you a guest to me?"
"Because it's good, let's do it quickly, Ora"
When the brewer came out of the fore edge of the prison, the flounder bastard tightly fitted the square handcuffs and legcuffs made of cast iron. If you stagger too much, you will be kicked lightly around your waist. It took effort to put up with the unreasonable desire to scream.
"What's the blur that I'm glaring at. Walk, fucking sinners."
The flatfish graduate was nominated for the execution list in the heart of the brewer.
Behind, Koizumi and his friends in prison are sending silent ales.
When the brewer gave a visual signal, he slowly proceeded through the sticky cobblestone corridor.
After walking for a while, I turned the corner and climbed the bare stone steps.
Beyond that, there was an open hall, probably no longer a prison section, and prison graduates were standing around some old tables.
There are countless spears and sasumatas stabbed on the wall, which are so red and black that it is presumed that they have never been groomed. It was extremely filthy and vicious.
"What's scary? Here's our business tool, when you shit run away."
The flounder man's mouth smelled like rotten kitchen waste, and the brewer turned away.
"Hey, let's get rid of it as soon as possible. I'm dying to smash you, pop out the eyeballs, and make them messed up."
"Don't open your mouth"
"Ah?"
"Don't talk to me with your shit mouth, filth guys"
Perhaps he couldn't understand the words of the brewer, the flounder man stopped for a few seconds with his mouth open, and then flushed his face in a blink of an eye as the thermometer's mercury memory went up.
"Murooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
When the flounder man pushed down the brewer, he became a horseman, spinning his arms like a windmill, and raining his fists without interruption.
Sudden runaway, the surrounding prison graduates forcibly pull away.
"Calm down!"
"What are you crazy about, Doni!"
"Oh, Ai, He, Shu, Shujin Fuzei is ah."
The flatfish man called Doni couldn't forgive the words of the brewer, and although he was half crying, he spit out bubbles from his mouth and went mad.
"Hmm, nbyu"
A bloody spit flew from the brewer's mouth.
The flounder man wiped his face slowly, stunned, and tried to hit him again, but he stopped around and fluttered his legs.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
While being dragged by another prison graduate, the brewer stretched out his tongue and made a fool of himself with all his might.
"Abayo, Doni-chan"
"Yeah yeah yeah!"
The brewer finally lowered his drinking while listening to the crazy monkey-like screams.
When I opened the wooden door and entered the room, the cool air pierced the brewer's cheek.
Raise your face. To my surprise, my mouth popped open.
"Don't make me wait. What on earth were you doing?"
For a woman, the voice is a little low and rugged.
Clear green eyes and a neat nose bridge.
When the brewer looked carefully, there was a small crying mole near his right eye.
A blonde with a generous waist is flowing behind.
When I met him last time, he wore armor, but now he is wearing an elegant light blue surcoat.
The woman's breasts are probably quite large.
I found that it was sticking out even from the top of my clothes. There is a petite knight behind him, but he stands in full military uniform with a spear.
"I don't think it's necessary to call myself, but I'm the daughter of Count Andrew, who serves the Romulus royal family, and Victor de Barthelemy, the leader of the
Knights of the Royal Guard. That's it. "
"Why don't you give me your name?"
When Victor looked at the knight behind him, a small card was gently placed on the desk placed between them.
"This is my student ID card"
"In the summoning of the royal family, people in the same world as you have been called so far. Oh, was it true in the summoning thirty years ago? There's nothing you can't figure out. "
Victor snorted high and laughed softly. Rocket boobs are recklessly exposed. Unconsciously, both arms took the eagle-grabbing stance.
(Yeah. It's a messy woman. Rub your boobs ...!)
It was pretty urgent.
"So what is it for? You still haven't hit enough?"
The brewer tried hard and pretended not to be interested, and stared at the breast with one eye. Victor is so dull that he folds his arms in front of his chest without even noticing it. The big breasts are more and more emphasized. The brewer sat down a little so that he wouldn't notice. I was convinced that it was manners to draw.
"Although the story changes, the power of the contract with the princess is amazing. The wounds are almost completely healed. Some are still ugly."
When the brewer touched his cheek, he was surprised that the wound he had received from the prison graduate was closed.
In the first place, it is unusual for more than a dozen fully armed knights to be lynched and able to move around in less than a day.
(I'm used to the anomaly. In the first place, I don't think I can feel that the anomaly is anomaly.)
"Did the knight captain come all the way to get rid of it?"
Come to think of it, the fact that he was speaking such a rude thing in the face of a white beauty who was almost the first to meet and was a celebrity was far from reality.
The brewer was a very average Japanese, rather not a sociable type. When I was talking to a woman, I usually touched my body. Therefore, he is not good at communicating in words.
"No, it's the princess's favor, that's it."
Immediately, her words become crisp. On the contrary, the brewer's vocabulary became stronger.
"Please tell me clearly!"
"I came to release you"
Victor turns to the side.
My long hair hides my eyes, so I can't read my facial expression, but even the brewer could understand that it wasn't good enough.
"That's the only thing I've hit about people, and I'm not sure if I'm off guard."
"that is"
Victor turns down when he suddenly muffles his mouth.
It looked like a scolded child.
The brewer couldn't hide his surprise in a hurry, even though he was overwhelmed by the rational and cold behavior that had been in her until now.
"I asked the princess later and found out that you didn't attack."
"No, that monster"
"Behemoth died. It must have been fate. The princess's hero summoning was
incomplete. However, according to history, there has never been a successful hero summoning except for the first generation. Castle. The strange monster that rampaged in the corpse may have been in the aftermath of the summoning failure. The corpse was found to have an abnormal remnant of magical power by the autopsy of a court mage. Is a brave man. Cland "
"You misunderstood me, didn't you?"
The brewer is so angry that he hits the desk with both hands.
At the same time, Victor came to me across the desk.
"I'm sorry"
"What?"
"I must apologize for the pride of the knight. Victor de Barthelmy will apologize here
for insulting and even degrading your Cland Simon's suspicions."
Victor folds his body in half and bows his head.
The brewer did not imagine this development.
Even though it is a different world, it is a nobleman, and even if he notices his mistake, he decides on a strange-faced Hanbei and takes it for granted that even Amatsu tries to erase his mistakes. It was.
(It's getting interesting. Mainly I)
"Hey, I'm trying to beat him to death because I wanted to be a lifesaver, but I think it's good to have that much apology."
"I'm sorry."
"Ahh?"
There was a sledge and a voice that the brewer couldn't hear, but he didn't dare to listen back and his mouth made a thick laugh.
Now, open training of white beauty in all directions.
The brewer was in good shape. Bring your face closer to Gui. It smelled soft and sweet.
The important part has hardened.
"Then what should I do? I have to take you in front of the princess."
"Ah? I don't know."
The brewer fluttered his palms on the left and right sides of his body and danced around in a small room, asking him to sing what kind of feelings he had and what kind of feelings he had now.
Victor's well-organized face is quietly distorted with confusion and impatience.
A feeling of ecstasy struck the brewer.
"That's a feeling of apology."
"Hmm"
Victor handed me a heavy leather bag. When the brewer turned the contents
over and smashed them onto the desk, the Romulus gold coins made a clear noise.
"Oh, money? I'm trying to make a kata with something like this .... I'll get it for the time being."
"I met everyone in the Knights. In today's Romulus, it's not uncommon for salaries to be delayed due to a decline in national power."
That's not really bad. I thought, but I didn't show it on my face.
Shit, such a story, isn't it hard to receive after hearing it? It's normal.
But I get the mon, but Gehihi.
The brewer received a heavy bag with a frown, saying that it couldn't be helped.
"Anyway, come to the royal palace. Continue listening as much as you want after meeting the princess."
When Victor stood up, he deflected his thin chin with Esquire and urged his knight to open the door.
I heard a muttering voice about why I was like this, but the brewer thought about the future while playing with gold coins.
Apparently, that princess fell in love at first sight with her nice handsome man.
(From here, I'll build a different world harem of Nucho Nucho with nice humor that softens my good talking and boxed daughter's feelings)
It's bad for everyone, but I was simply happy to get rid of this stinky and dirty place.
"Even so, I'm glad I was in time. If it was a little later, I would have been bad."
Hmm.
"Why don't you know? It seems that only the sinners who were sentenced to death were gathered in the pool you were in."
Hmm?
"What does that mean?"
"Don't ask me. It's all confidential information, but I managed to get the lawyer to stamp the execution letter directly."
While dreaming about the prison graduate removing his cangue from his limbs, the brewer felt that Victor's words were jerking somewhere in his heart.
"I wonder if there was any important person in that room."
Victor bends his face to look back.
A white blade struck the brewer's neck.
The sharpened murderous intent attacks violently.
Esquire's knight pulled out a white-edged shamshir and danced in the air.
"Shizuka !?"
Ignoring Victor's voice, the knight swings his sword down from the top.
The brewer replaced the next prison graduate while turning his body half a turn.
The blade slashed the prison graduate's face from the front.
"Ngue!"
When the knight called Shizuka cuts off the prison graduate with his helmet, he quickly closes the distance to the brewer.
From the deeply lowered eaves, a murderous eye light shrugged at the brewer.
"you!"
"Stop it, Korat"
Two prison graduates stick out their hands and jump to catch the slimming like a little bird.
The curved sword drew an arc.
"Slimy"
"Obue!"
The knight's wielding sword bounced off the necks of the two men as it flowed in a lean motion.
The brewer runs as if sewing through a group of prison graduates.
There were scattered screams and screams, furnishings and drinking glasses, and cards used for gambling.
The knight slashes all the prison graduates who gather like ants on sugar, and just chases after the brewer.
Intense fear and despair shrank as if squeezing the stomach of the brewer.
Kusso, just blown away the good things about that woman.
Didn't you intend to murder from the beginning?
When the brewer stuck to the wall, he felt a sense of discomfort when he saw Victor, who was holding his hand on his mouth while standing stunned.
It was a really faint, unwieldy discrepancy.
"Oh, let's put it together! Obuu"
A flatfish-faced prison graduate was cut in a sword and broke his knee.
The flowing blood collects and creates a pond.
Eight men hold spears and sasumatas around their knights.
The knight flashed a crimson cloak and rushed towards the nearest man.
A man pulled out his spear at once.
When the knight sank and evaded, he pushed out his sword with one hand and deeply squeezed the man's stomach.
The man next to him hits the spear and shoots it down from the top.
The knight moved calmly and cut off the spear's neck.
The throat of a man who was taken away. It's like defenseless.
The knight jumped up, grabbed the cutting edge of the ear that flew in the air, and threw it to death.
"Well, oh oh"
The sasumata that attacks the sideways from behind flies lightly, and the sword
held in the opposite hand sticks out backward.
The knight's sword reached the cerebrum from the man's right eye and easily
destroyed it.
As it is, while rolling on the floor without stopping, the shins of the two men standing side by side are cut in succession as if they were cutting a radish.
Humans cannot stand upright if their legs are cut.
While lying down, the knight alternately thrust the sword into the heart from the collapsed chin, through the inside of the face, and through the skewer.
The squirting fresh blood dyes the helmet worn by the knight red.
"Ooooooo"
A frightened man steps on his feet, holds his sword, and starts running.
The knight, with one knee on his knees and unable to stand up completely, easily flipped up the man's sword and slaughtered him as if he were Adam's apple.
"Hiii"
"But, it's a monster."
The other two throw a spear and fly to get a little distance from the knight.
"Yeah, this one"
The knight slowly approaches the brewer, despite the large number of prison graduates.
Just like that, the gait is the god of death itself.
"Don't come"
The brewer's stress culminated and he reflexively threw a bag full of gold coins.
The helmet of the knight rolled on the floor, making a noise as if the bag he had
hit at a good angle.
"Nana"
The face inside the helmet that came off belonged to a girl who was still young.
The dark hair was covered with blood, but it was long and beautiful.
The nose that passed through the long eyes.
The skin was white like snow and was strangely glossy.
"Are you Japanese?"
No matter how I looked at it, I could only see the face of a high school girl the
brewer was looking at in front of the station.
The brewer was trembling with constant fear, but felt nostalgic.
This is the first Asian woman I've seen in this world.
If you put on a uniform and walk around, you won't be able to tell the difference.
But no emotions can be found in her obsidian-like eyes.
It reminded me of a cold, deep bottomless lake surface.
She killed a dozen people in minutes. The sharpness of the sword is beyond the realm of a master.
The brewer was conscious of a certain death while staring at the girl's eyes.
When the girl showed tension in her muscles trying to swing down the blade held in the upper row, a spear was pulled out from the side like a breeze.
"Stop!"
Victor broke in between the brewer and the knight, with a terrifying beauty.
Furious anger rises from Victor.
The brewer sat down on the floor with his hips crumbled and grabbed the shards
of the liquor bottle that had fallen.
"You, what are you going to do, answer?"
Ignoring Victor's voice, the knight looks around and sees his siege thickening as
he winds up.
"Oh, wait"
The knight's decision was quick. Without looking back at Victor, he rushes toward the exit. Several people who blocked it were slashed and killed one after another and a blood breeze fluttered.
"What the hell, Victor. You guys were trying to kill me by saying good things after all."
"No, I haven't ordered that."
"Urusei, I can't wait to be done in a place like this shit. I still have something to do."
"What do I have to do?"
While holding the spear, Victor makes his eyebrows into a figure eight.
It's about dying on your stomach with a bad girl like you.
To tell that, I lean forward and open my eyes.
Around the room, prison graduates with missing limbs are struggling.
I saw a giant moving while kicking the flock of insects. He is a gay prison graduate.
Kamarovic was rushing while wielding a big mallet.
When it comes to dangerous things, everything is dangerous like never before.
Twist the body that tried to run away.
I felt a strong impact on the back of my head and heard a snapping sound of the sensory switch.
The field of view closes toward the center at the same time up and down.
Molino's double chin with a nasty smile disappeared in the brewer's field of vision.
When I woke up, a dingy stone wall was approaching.
Of course, it wasn't a free outside world, but a prison with stagnant air and a losing dog odor.
"Oh, damn it. I have to start over again."
As the brewer rubbed around his body with his eyes closed, a gloomy sound like the moaning of the dead echoed from the surroundings.
"What did you do, you guys!"
When the brewer looked around, Koizumi, Goronzo, Jarmil, and Martha were rolling like a rag.
Darkened blood and vomit are attached to some parts of the frayed blanket.
The harshness caused wrinkles in the brewer's eyebrows and nose.
"I was killed by that gay guy."
"Uh, shit. That crap, it's like a balancing pole, so I slammed it hard."
"Chikushoo, Chikushoo. Absolutely a revolution. I'm going to make a revolution.
"Ketsu, Ketsu ga ah"
Martha has a shrimp warp while holding her anus while facing her white eyes. The brewer, who knew that his chastity had been lost, unknowingly guarded his anus with both hands, though he was merciful.
"Especially, Martha is seriously ill. Maybe he's recovering."
"I wonder if you enjoyed my paradise course"
Look out of the grid reflexively.
There was a figure of Kamarovic carrying a huge mallet on his shoulder.
"I wonder what you're wondering about, heroes of this generation, no Simon Cland.
Yeah, because your release is gone."
"Victoire. What happened to her?"
"Ah, aristocrat? I was afraid, but I asked for it. I was breathing again tomorrow, but
that's impossible."
"What do you mean, that is"
"You've escaped because of that crap. Simon Cland. Now, what do you do to thank you for ruining my castle?"
Kamarovic smiled with a grin and odious smile and licked his lips with his long tongue.
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