Dungeon + Harem + Master: Chapter 7 - "Villain Witch"

Once he left the royal capital of Romes Garden, there was nothing but an endless wilderness.

Monsters of all kinds. Mercenary-turned-thieves. Swarms of demi-humans who couldn't speak human language.

It was a strange land where laws and ethics had no meaning.

Kurano, who had left Romes Prison, headed south without a map.

He threw off the prison uniform he was originally wearing, borrowed some street clothes that were hanging out to dry at a farmer's shop, and continued moving unashamedly. At his waist was the long sword he had stolen in the prison. It was nearly a meter long, and although it was bluff, it was quite effective at showing off.

There were no paved roads anywhere, and only a path that looked like a well-trodden path could be seen. This was unbearable for Kurano, a modern man. There were no signs either. He wasn't even sure if the place he was walking on was a road. To begin with, no one passes by, and there is no sign of any living creature. Even though he is thirsty, there are no vending machines or convenience stores. He hasn't eaten anything solid for about three days. Last night, he drank a lot of water from the stream for dinner, but it still doesn't fill him up.

Since he's not walking in a straight line, he has no idea how far he has come from his starting point. He broke into the cell, set it on fire, and killed the prison warden.

Naturally, he thinks he is being pursued, so he tries to avoid people as much as possible.

Naturally, he is forced to pay attention to his surroundings, and he becomes twice as tired as he would be if he were walking normally.

Wondering how long this would last, he climbed the hill wearily.

Just as Kurano's spirit was about to break, he finally began to see what looked like the shadows of houses in the distance. Gradually, the vague traces began to change into something that could be called a highway. Used daily by the local residents, it gave a sense of human activity.

Kurano's steps naturally quickened. He stopped for a moment halfway up the slope to look down.

He saw what looked like a sign at the entrance to a field at the bottom of the hill. He unconsciously let out a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Suddenly, three black spots appeared in the field. They came closer and closer, gaining momentum. Tension ran down his spine. The three men were wearing jet-black clothing, holding shiny swords in their hands, and wearing something like a balaclava. Their appearance was too formal for bandits. And yet, their murderous eyes did not give off a friendly vibe.

"You're Simon Kland!!"

"Leave your life behind!!"

In this world, it's common sense for people to pronounce their family name last, and there are no exceptions.

They pronounced the family name first without hesitation.

In other words, there was a high possibility that they knew that Kurano was a hero summoned from Japan. Was he a pursuer of the prison guards, or a minion of the nobleman Kamarovich had mentioned? Either way, Kurano felt the need to protect his own life. Kurano, who was just a student until a month ago, would most likely lose if he fought head-on. He had no time to complain or hesitate to kill. He had to fight and win first. That was the mission imposed on all living things.

In an instant, the pain in his stomach and the fatigue from traveling were blown away from his mind. Following the instincts of living things, the desire to survive took priority.

Kurano pulled out the long sword from his waist, turned his back on the men who were closing in on him from three sides, and turned around. Perhaps thinking they were running away, the men sped up their steps even more.

When Kurano saw this, he quickly flew to the right and threw himself into the bushes.

In an instant, Kurano's body disappeared from the men's sight.

The circle of men, which had been widely spaced to the left and right, naturally narrowed.

Kurano threw the scabbard he was holding with force at the men in front of him.

The scabbard, the paint on the surface of which had peeled off, neatly entangled the man's protruding leg.

He screamed and fell.

At that moment, Kurano jumped violently from the bushes.

He swung the sword he had held above his head down with all his might.

A tremendous sound rang out as the blade hit the enemy's forehead. The man in front of him was violently split open from his forehead to his chin, and he was blown backwards with a beast-like scream.

Kurano rolled down the slope, swinging his long sword around in a frenzy.

The man, who had already regained his balance, swung his blade down.

His right shoulder was violently split open.

Before he even felt the pain, the sword he was swinging had already slashed across the man's shin.

Kurano's long sword sliced ​​through the man's right leg.

Warm blood splashed and hit the dry red soil. As the red rain fell on him, he dropped the sword vertically into the stomach of the face-down man. The sound of metal breaking echoed, as if it had bitten into a stone on the ground. He put all his strength into pulling the sword out. However, perhaps because the man's muscles had tangled up, it was not easy to pull out. While he was dripping with sweat, the man who had fallen first attacked him.

Kurano let go of the sword that had been skewering the man and somehow dodged the thrust.

This was not a fight on flat ground. He slipped on the slope and fell on his butt.

The man looked desperate as he continued to slash away.

Kurano rolled to dodge the attack, then grabbed his fallen sword and laid it horizontally to defend himself.

The blade clanged, and white sparks flew.

He stretched out his right leg and quickly kicked the enemy in the stomach.

The man's face twisted in pain.

He moved his long sword horizontally with all his might.

It was a strike that exploited an opening.

The blade cut deep into the man's side.

By the time he had somehow managed to kill the three enemies, he was too exhausted to move. His whole body was soaked as if he had been doused in water. Sweat trickling down his jacket and back was burning like fire. He grimaced in pain and put his hand to his right shoulder. His heart was pounding violently. He tried to calm his heavy breathing, but it was difficult to return to normal. He collapsed onto his back and closed his eyes. After a while, the sweat gradually subsided. After a while, the bleeding had stopped. He timidly reached his fingers out to his right shoulder. The wound was over fifteen centimeters long. The laceration, which required several stitches, was already beginning to close. He scraped the blood clot with his fingernail, and the wound had turned into a faint white line. What an impossible speed of recovery. Not even five minutes had passed since he had been slashed. He was forced to confirm the power of his Immortality Red, the crest of immortality that had infinite regenerative abilities.

"Still, this is a nuisance."

He already looked suspicious, and the sword fight left his whole body covered in blood.

To top it off, he was already a stranger to this world.

Of course, he had no connection to the village he was heading to. It wasn't just a matter of first impressions, he would clearly be deemed a dangerous person. At this rate, he was in no position to ask for a night's lodging. He would have to avoid people until he could get some new clothes. It was within reason that it was expected that people in a closed village society with a cultural level barely resembling that of the Middle Ages would take action to eliminate heretics.

I was hungry, and all hope for the future had vanished.

As I let out a heavy sigh, I suddenly heard the sound of grass rustling behind me.

I reflexively braced myself.

There, standing there, were two farmers, pale faces.

There is a saying that everything happens for a reason. Good things come after bad things. To Kurano, the farmers were like the swift horses that came to the shrine of the old man.

Kurano was nervous when he saw the farmers, thinking that he would be rejected, but contrary to his expectations, they not only invited him to their village at the foot of the mountain, but also welcomed him as a distant guest.

Hot food and sake. As the simple yet beautiful village girl poured him drinks, Kurano felt the warmth of people for the first time in this world. The village chief and the other villagers treated Kurano with courtesy and did not treat him as inferior. On top of that, they not only gave him a change of clothes, but also some money for his journey as a tip.

That day, he slept soundly in a covered bed for the first time in a while, and when he woke up the next morning, he found all the villagers outside his room, motionless, rubbing their foreheads on the ground.

"Well, there's no way there's a good deal."

Kurano was walking alone through the forest, where the trees cast deep shadows, and he was thinking back to the conversation from that morning. The reason why the villagers welcomed Kurano was not because their village was particularly rich or overflowing with kindness.

After seeing Kurano cut down the three men in an instant, they decided that he could be of use.

Their village had recently been suffering serious damage from monsters coming from the neighboring forest.

The attacks had been particularly bad since the beginning of this year, and in a poor village like this, even if they sent a messenger to the royal capital for help, they couldn't get soldiers to defeat the monsters, so they suffered daily.

That's when Kurano appeared.

If they were to ask the adventurer's guild for help as volunteers, it would cost an eye-watering amount of money, but if they were an adventurer passing by, it would be cheaper.

Furthermore, since Kurano was young and didn't seem to have any rough edges, he thought he could force a favor on him by treating him well and taking advantage of him.

He heard that the monsters attacking the village were being controlled by a witch living in the forest.

"So you want me to defeat that witch."

"I know it's unfair to ask in this sneak attack. But you're the only one we can rely on now. Please, save our village, swordsman."

It wasn't the village chief, who was in his fifties, who pleaded on behalf of the villagers, but the young village girl who had been serving drinks to him the whole night.

Her slender, handsome face and plump body were out of balance, and she exuded an indescribable sensuality. Kurano was immediately speechless as she bombarded him with gratitude and affection.

"If, if you defeat the witch and save this village, then I..."

"Gerta is looking for a husband. If you, swordsman, successfully defeat the witch, then all the villagers will be allowed to see how you live from now on."

"Oh, swordsman. Please."

With the village chief's approval, Gerta leans on him as if to add insult to injury.

"Well, then, let's do our best."

"Swordsman."

For Kurano, who is weak with women, it was no longer possible for him to resist.

Apart from the question of a husband, if he could solve the case well, he would be able to enjoy Gerta's plump body. Of course, he would avoid responsibility. Kurano chuckled with a dirty look on his face.

According to the villagers' information, the enemy was living in a hermitage deep in the forest. According to them, the witch existed before the foundation of the Romes Kingdom, and had been asleep for a long time, but for some reason woke up this winter and began to be active.

"If she's been here for that long, she must be a terrible old hag."

What's more, the witch is skilled in all sorts of arts and is very cruel, but she is weak in the morning.

According to the legends of the village, famous knights from the neighborhood have come to challenge the witch to a duel since ancient times, but she never responds until after the afternoon. Moreover, they almost always meet in the evening. The legendary knights especially valued honor, and would wait for the witch to arrive before challenging her to a duel in a fair and honest manner, but they were all defeated.

Kurano said, "She's an idiot."

Perhaps the witch is weak to sunlight, just like the legendary vampire.

If that was the case, there was a good chance that he could easily defeat him if he struck that spot.

Kurato was not a knight. He didn't value honor. Especially in a situation like this where the enemy's true identity was unclear, he just had to win by taking the initiative. The image of Gerta's voluptuous body, which he had imprinted in his mind last night, came to his mind.

"Oh, no. My dick's getting hard."

Kurato's right-curved thing stiffened against his master's will. It was very difficult to walk. If he were to be attacked and killed in this state, it would be a shame for the rest of his life. He tried to gather his mind, but the whiteness of her chest that he had sneakily glanced at last night danced on his retina. It became even more difficult to walk.

While he was doing this, he came across a small stream. He wondered how long ago it had been built, but he carefully crossed the moss-green log bridge, trying not to slip, and saw an open space in the distance.

In the center, surrounded by tall trees, he saw a quaint hut that looked like it might be inhabited by a lumberjack. "Seriously? We're already here. But you're not being too cautious."

An evil mage who controls ferocious monsters. In Kurano's mind, the image of a classic old woman stirring a cauldron came to his mind.

"But if she's a witch, she'll definitely attack from a distance. Maybe I should come up with a strategy. Damn, while I'm saying that, she's getting closer. Let's take a short rest for now."

Kurano looked around and found a flat stone, and sat down on it.

It was not too wet and had no bumps.

He took a bite of the sandwich that Gerta had made for him.

The menu consisted of three types: vegetable sandwich, ham sandwich, and cheese sandwich.

The only seasoning was salt, but he still did his best.

Apart from last night, he had only eaten diarrhea porridge in the prison, so he had become a fool who found everything tasty. It's unclear whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Phew, thanks for the meal."

I drank some water from the bamboo tube and felt better.

"By the way, the enemy hasn't even noticed me. Can we do it?"

Kurano threw the bamboo tube aside, drew his sword, and slowly walked towards the hut.

He looked around vigilantly, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

I'm a bit taken aback. Oh well. I'll make it in one go.

He reached the door without any hindrance.

A cute, deformed bear was attached to the knocker with felt.

For a moment, his heart warmed at the sight of the black button-up eyes.

Could this be a witch's trick...?!

"Hello."

I called out, feeling skeptical.

This was a far cry from what an ordinary person would do.

Would he go out of his way to announce his visit to the person he was about to kill?

After all, he was quite a heretic, having been summoned to another world.

Even though he knew that Kurano would not come out, he gave in to temptation and grabbed the knocker, tapping it up and down.

A soft knock rang out.

After a while.

"He's out. He's not here."

A young woman's voice came. It was clear and carried well.

Kurano was so shocked that he collapsed.

First of all, it was not the old woman's voice he had imagined.

However, thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was possible to mimic voices and shapes with magic.

In any case, he knew that the person he was looking for was inside.

He considered kicking the door down, but he didn't know what kind of traps were set up inside.

He had to drag the person outside somehow.

If he just stood there like this, things wouldn't get any better.

He banged on the knocker like crazy.

The door rang continuously, knock knock knock, like a woodpecker.

"Don't mess with me, you forest witch! I know you're here! Come outside and give me a fair fight!"

"I don't know where you're from, but please leave."

The voice sounded a little hoarse. There was a hint of irritation in every word.

The girl chuckled to herself, knowing that she'd gotten what she wanted.

"Come out, come out, come out!"

"...I think it'd be best to just be gentle and go home while you're at it."

"You're scared, aren't you? Are you afraid of this Kland? Hyahaha!"

"I warned you."

"Huh?"

The woman's voice suddenly went cold.

At the same time, a tremendous electric discharge occurred from the knocker she was holding.

With the hammer still in hand, Kurano's whole body was bathed in the high-voltage current that was flowing through him, making every muscle tremble.

"Agagaga!"

A pain on a different level to that of a blow or wound ran from the toes of his feet to the top of his head.

It was a different kind of pain that he could not endure with willpower.

White sparks flickered and filled the back of his eyes.

His upper and lower jaws were banging violently, making his intestines wriggle.

It felt like every single cell of his skin was being pierced simultaneously by tiny needles.

Kurano's tongue stuck out of his mouth like a dog in summer, and he felt his upper body tilting wobbly.

Oh no. I'm going to fall.

It felt as if a long blade had been stabbed in the center of his head. Cold and heat coexisted.

He was pulled by gravity from the back of his head and fell backwards.

In the final moment, his consciousness faded away.

He had a vision of the door in front of him opening slightly, and a pair of red eyes shining steadily in the darkness.

How much time had passed? Perhaps the coldness of the wind brushing his cheeks had begun to seep in, but when Kurano woke up, the forest was dyed a deep red sunset.

She must have collapsed face down in front of the hut. Her whole face, which had been touching the ground, was damp. She spat out the mud that had gotten into her mouth as she collapsed. Something bitter crunched on the tip of her tongue.

"Damn. You're doing it."

She cursed, still sitting on the ground. Her fingertips were still numb. That was how strong the shock had been. As he glared at the door as if to slay his parents, it creaked open.

"Maybe she'd had a good night's sleep and her head had cooled a bit."

Kurano gasped at the person who had appeared so easily. The woman was about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Her clear white skin seemed to shine. She was wearing a pitch black, wide-brimmed pointed hat. Her long, beautiful silver hair was wavy and flowing smoothly. Her sleepy eyes were a deep red and shone like jewels. She was wearing a black dress, with a long, large skirt that almost touched the ground. Her protruding breasts were rather large and well-shaped. Of particular note were her long, pointed ears sticking out from her silver hair. They showed that she was a different species from normal humans.

Noticing the rude gaze of the storehouse owner, she sighed deeply and spoke in a tired voice.

"Can we talk calmly? Or do you want another hard one?"

"No more electric shocks please."

The witch introduced herself as Marika. After hearing the storehouse owner's name, she opened the door and invited him into the hut. There were only three rooms in the hut, and the first room was a dull one with only a table. I sat down in a chair as suggested, and she stood by the window, some distance away. Marika was still wary of Kurano. Naturally, she didn't offer him a cup of tea or show any sympathy.

"You, those ears. Are you a legendary elf?"

"I don't know if they're legendary, but I'm sure you're one of the people you humans call the Long-eared Tribe. And one more thing. I'm not an ordinary elf, but a high elf, an ancient people said to have existed since the world was born."

Long-eared Tribe. This tribe, which boasts the longest lifespans of all the demi-human races, was commonly called elves. Elves' lifespans are usually said to be around two hundred years, and in exchange for their long lifespan, their population is extremely small, only about one-tenth of that of humans in the entire land of Romes.

Compared to other demi-humans, elves generally do not like to interact with humans, and with the exception of a few plains elves, they live scattered throughout deep forests, valleys, dark caves, rugged mountains, grasslands, and desert regions.

According to Marika, high elves are clearly in a different league to the elves found all over the world, and from what she said I got the impression that she dislikes being seen as the same kind of being.

"I appreciate your explanation, but I don't care about elves or high elves. I only want one thing. I want you to stop controlling monsters and making them attack the village. I don't want to kill you."

"It seems like the villagers have a fundamental misunderstanding. You said Kland, right? It's up to you whether you believe it or not, but I don't control monsters and I don't make them attack the village."

"I see."

When Kurano nodded evenly, Marika leaned out of her chair in surprise.

"Do you believe my story?"

"There's more to it than that. Come on, tell me."

"Oh, yeah. The monsters in the forest started attacking the village because of an evil god sealed in the dungeon."

That's what Marika said. Once upon a time, an evil god sealed deep in this forest was about to be resurrected after a thousand years. The animals that lived in the forest normally didn't come down to human settlements, but instead lived in their own territories, but the evil aura emitted by the evil god distorted their natures and they began to attack people.

Marika had been sleeping in this forest for a long time in preparation for the evil god's resurrection, but as this winter approached, she felt a sense of crisis as the evil god's vibrations grew stronger, and was forced to awaken.

After hearing Marika's whole story, Kurano came to the conclusion that the only option was to reseal the evil god. One of Kurano's strengths was his quick decision-making ability.

Marika put her hand to her mouth in suspicion and continued.

"You know, I know I said it myself, but you're going to believe everything I say. Maybe you're just deceiving me and using me for whatever you want."

"You know, with your magic you could easily get rid of me without all that hassle."

"...That's true."

"Don't be so convinced. It's sad."

"But you're not very cautious. You're too careless. If, you know, if I was a wicked witch like the villagers say, you wouldn't be here right now, and you'd probably have turned into charred charcoal."

"It's okay. I'm pretty strong."

"Hmmph. But from what I can see, your village... You're not a human, are you? Maybe you're just a passing adventurer. I don't see any reason to risk your life for someone else."

"Well, it's a favor for a meal and a night's lodging. It's considered a virtue in my hometown."

"Huh? If you had to risk your life for a meal, wouldn't the people of your country have died out long ago? How foolish."

"It's fine to be foolish. In the first place, when it comes to things like evil gods, I don't know how useful my powers are. But they say two are better than one. One person can't eat, but two can. Ah, this is about starting a family."

"That's a completely different usage."

Marika looked at him in amazement and started playing with her long hair.

"Anyway, it's better not to kill each other pointlessly. From now on, Marika and I are a community of destiny, whether we live or die. Let's do our best until the day the evil god is destroyed!!"

"Hey, it's fine for us to cooperate, but can you take your familiar arm off my shoulder?"

"Eh?"

Kurato played dumb and gently rubbed Marika's breasts with his right hand.

The witch's face went pale and turned white like paper.

"Hmm. I'll take advantage of the confusion and boldly go after the maiden's private parts!!"

Marika held up the staff with the jewel attached and cast a wind spell at Kurando.

The jewel instantly lit up and a strong wind appeared, pushing Kurando out the door. Kurando hit his head hard on the elm tree on the other side of the hut and groaned like a toad. Marika went pale, wondering if she had gone too far, and soon Kurano stood up and returned to the hut. Marika was feeling guilty, and pouted, pouting her lip.

"It's your fault. For carelessly touching a maiden's breasts."

"My head...!"

"Eh, ah. Eh? Are you okay?"

"Uuhh, my head, my head...ahhhh"

"Wait, what. Wait, what, what is it?"

Marika was a good woman. That's why she couldn't just leave Kurano suffering because of her own negligence. Kurano clutched his head and squatted on the spot, writhing in agony. Marika's impatience reached its peak.

"S-sorry. Um, well, I was just joking. N-kyaa."

"Aaaah!! Boobs! Witch's boobs are so hot. Uhyoooo!!"

Kurato jumped into Marika's defenseless chest as she approached, buried his face in it and began rubbing frantically.

She was in a daze, but then she realized what was going on and her cheeks flushed.

The relief that nothing serious had happened changed to a mixture of anger at having been deceived and physical shame.

Kurato was then hit with a powerful electric shock from Marika and didn't wake up until the next morning.

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