The Chronicle of the Dungeon Master of Slaughter – A Reclusive Beautiful Girl Became a Dungeon Master, So She Pursues the Path of a Hikikomori – Chapter 95

๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ“: ๐Œ๐ž๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐ซ๐’๐ฌ ๐€๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฒ

Well, I finished my report to the Demon Lord.

For some reason, I gained the authority to command a portion of the Demon Lord’s army.

Moreover, to the border town where they are stationed, even an executive was to be dispatched as reinforcement for me.

Naturally, I can’t ignore such military strength and proceed with the operation.

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So, I ordered the unit led by the commander to stand by temporarily, and Automata went to the town near the border via the zombie-sensei’s teleportation.

Just in case, I attached the immortal zombie as a guard.

Well, it’s really just a precaution.

It’s not a big deal if I use this one up, it’ll serve as a meat shield at the very least.

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The border town we arrived at was still a hellish scene, as always.

There were scattered bodies, and goblins and orcs were having their way with women.

But, as the Demon Lord said, they seemed to be under orders, no monsters attacked Automata, and they obeyed obediently when commanded.

The beast-type monsters like Killer Wolves were so submissive that they would do anything, from shaking hands to spinning around, even acting like a dog.

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After waiting for about a day in such a town.

Two monsters who seemed to be executives were finally teleported to the location of the Chaos-chan doll we had found with the guidance of the monsters.

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“Well, get along with each other. Shiro, Nico.”

“Understood, Demon Lord-sama.”

“Ok!”

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In response to the words of the Chaos-chan doll, a bipedal white wolf answered with a serious voice.

On the other hand, a girl who appeared to be about 10 years old with the lower half of a huge spider responded lightly in a cheerful voice.

I immediately used appraisal.

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๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

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๐…๐ž๐ง๐ซ๐ข๐ซใ€€๏ผฌ๏ฝ–๏ผ‘๏ผ๏ผ•

๐๐š๐ฆ๐ž: ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ

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๐‡๐: ๏ผ’๏ผ๏ผ•๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ’๏ผ๏ผ•๏ผ๏ผ

๐Œ๐: ๏ผ‘๏ผ™๏ผ™๏ผ˜๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ‘๏ผ™๏ผ™๏ผ˜๏ผ

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๐€๐ญ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค: ๏ผ‘๏ผ˜๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ

๐ƒ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ž: ๏ผ‘๏ผ—๏ผ—๏ผ”๏ผ

๐Œ๐š๐ ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ: ๏ผ‘๏ผ˜๏ผ”๏ผ๏ผ

๐Œ๐š๐ ๐ข๐œ ๐‘๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž: ๏ผ‘๏ผ˜๏ผ–๏ผ•๏ผ

๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐ž๐: ๏ผ‘๏ผ™๏ผ๏ผ—๏ผ

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๐”๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐ž ๐’๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ

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[๐“๐ซ๐ฎ๐ž ๐„๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ]

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๐’๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ

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[๐ƒ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐–๐จ๐ฅ๐Ÿ๏ผš๏ผฌ๏ฝ–๏ผ‘๏ผ๏ผ•][๐‡๐ ๐€๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ ๐‘๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๏ผš๏ผฌ๏ฝ–๏ผ—๏ผ•][๐Œ๐ ๐€๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ ๐‘๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๏ผš๏ผฌ๏ฝ–๏ผ˜๏ผ]

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๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

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๐€๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ง๐žใ€€๏ผฌ๏ฝ–๏ผ˜๏ผ‘

๐๐š๐ฆ๐ž: ๐๐ข๐œ๐จ

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๐‡๐: ๏ผ™๏ผ™๏ผ™๏ผ•๏ผ๏ผ™๏ผ™๏ผ™๏ผ•

๐Œ๐: ๏ผ‘๏ผ•๏ผ•๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ‘๏ผ•๏ผ•๏ผ๏ผ

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๐€๐ญ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค: ๏ผ–๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ

๐ƒ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ž: ๏ผ•๏ผ’๏ผ”๏ผ•

๐Œ๐š๐ ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ: ๏ผ‘๏ผ“๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ

๐Œ๐š๐ ๐ข๐œ ๐‘๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž: ๏ผ‘๏ผ๏ผ”๏ผ•๏ผ

๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐ž๐: ๏ผ‘๏ผ–๏ผ–๏ผ๏ผ

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๐”๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐ž ๐’๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ

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[๐“๐ซ๐ฎ๐ž ๐„๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ]

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๐’๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ

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[๐Œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐’๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ž๐ซ๏ผš๏ผฌ๏ฝ–๏ผ˜๏ผ‘][๐‡๐ ๐€๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ ๐‘๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๏ผš๏ผฌ๏ฝ–๏ผ“๏ผ][๐Œ๐ ๐€๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ ๐‘๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๏ผš๏ผฌ๏ฝ–๏ผ˜๏ผ][๐’๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ก๏ผš๏ผฌ๏ฝ–๏ผ”๏ผ™]

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๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

๐Ÿ”น๐•ฌ๐–œ๐–Š๐–‡s๐–™๐–”๐–—๐–Ž๐–Š๐–˜.๐–ˆ๐–”๐–’ โ€• ๐•ด๐–“๐–‰๐–š๐–‘๐–Œ๐–Š ๐–Ž๐–“ ๐–† ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–‘๐–‘๐–Š๐–ˆ๐–™๐–Žo๐–“ ๐–”๐–‹ ๐–™๐–—๐–†๐–“๐–˜๐–‘๐–†๐–™๐–Š๐–‰ ๐–“๐–”๐–›๐–Š๐–‘๐–˜ ๐–œ๐–Ž๐–™๐– “๐–‰๐–†๐–Ž๐–‘๐–ž ๐–š๐–•๐–‰๐–†๐–™๐–Š๐–˜” ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–Š๐–๐–ˆ๐–‘๐–š๐–˜๐–Ž๐–›๐–Š ๐–†๐–ˆ๐–ˆ๐–Š๐–˜๐–˜ ๐–™๐–” ๐–†๐–‰๐–›๐–†๐–“๐–ˆ๐–Š๐–‰ ๐–ˆ๐–a๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–—๐–˜๐Ÿ”น

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Stronger ones than I thought came out.

Especially the fenrir, its strength is not much different from a dragon.

I wonder how much the Demon Lord’s army has grown.

I feel that no matter how strong I become, I can’t beat the entire Demon Lord’s army…

If we become hostile, we should fortify our defenses.

At that time, I’ll also consider letting Leif stay in the residential space.

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“Mamori, these are the executives who will assist you this time.

I’ve told them to obey your orders, but they’re a strong-willed bunch.

Do your best to control them.

Now, I will focus on my work, so I will take my leave here.”

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After saying something unsettling, the Chaos-chan doll fell silent.

…I’m feeling incredibly uneasy.

“You’re the new executive, huh. I’m Shiro, the fenrir. A faithful servant of Demon Lord-sama. I look forward to working with you.”

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As if to blow away my anxiety, the fenrir extended his hand towards Automata.

It’s a handshake.

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“…Likewise, I look forward to working with you.”

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While somewhat surprised by the surprisingly decent reaction, I controlled the Automata to reciprocate the fenrir’s handshake.

By the way, this fenrir, despite being a wolf, has hands shaped like a human’s.

I guess that’s natural since it’s in a human form.

Ah, but there are claws and paw pads.

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“Big sis! I’m Nico of the arachne! Nice to meet you!”

“…Nice to meet you too.”

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Then the arachne grabbed my other hand and started shaking it up and down.

the Automata’s joints are making a worrying noise, but the response is generally decent.

Creepy.

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“So, Mamori. Where is the enemy?”

“They are in a fortress a few days’ walk from here.”

“I see. Let’s get going then. Let’s march.”

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With that, the fenrir starts to walk.

…Huh?

Wait a minute.

Is this guy seriously going to charge in single-handedly without any plan?

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“Please wait.”

“Hm? Why?”

“It’s not a matter of why. Please don’t charge in without a plan.”

“We don’t need plans against mere humans.”

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A musclehead!

Ah, well, the Demon Lord did say the executives were all muscleheads…

So, this is what he meant!

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“With that said, let’s march!”

“Ooh!”

“Please wait. Nico-san, don’t get on board either.”

“You can call me Nico, big sis!”

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The arachne is just as bad as the fenrir!

Just as much of a musclehead, or rather, her mental age seems to match her appearance.

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“I don’t know about other places, but this time, please follow my instructions.

The decision to attack the fortress will be made in a few days, after I give the signal.”

“Why?”

“I also have preparations to make. Also, our opponent this time is a hero. The one who defeated Draglight-san.

We’ll die a dog’s death without a plan.”

“I’m stronger than that guy.”

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No, you’re not.

That’s not even the point!

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“In any case, please refrain from acting on your own. Otherwise, I’ll report to Demon Lord-sama.”

“Hmm… I don’t want to cause trouble for Demon Lord-sama.”

“Then, please follow my instructions.”

“I suppose I have no choice. Understood.”

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Phew.

Did I manage to convince him?

This from the start… I’m worried about the future.

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“Hey, big sis! I want to play with the dolls soon!”

“Suddenly what? Dolls?”

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Just as I thought I’d sorted things out with the fenrir, now the arachne starts talking about something else.

Dolls? What?

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“Yeah! I love dolls! Like this!”

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With that, the arachne launched something at high speed from her fingertips.

It’s a thread.

It’s so thin that you can’t tell if you don’t pay close attention.

The thread, which flew at a speed that the Automata couldn’t react to, entangled a woman who was being bashed by a goblin.

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Then the woman started behaving strangely.

She gouged out her own eyes.

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“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?!”

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The woman screamed.

But the woman, manipulated by the thread, didn’t stop moving, she peeled off her own face, bit off her fingers, and finally strangled herself to death.

Even the goblin, who was enjoying himself a moment ago, is dumbfounded at the sudden turn of events.

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“See! See! It’s fun, isn’t it? It’s fun, isn’t it? If the doll is more lively, it’s even more fun!”

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The arachne, speaking such mad words with an untroubled smile.

Another intense personality has emerged.

Well, I can’t talk about others.

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“That’s why! I want a new doll soon! I hate waiting!”

“…Understood. I will do my best to act as soon as possible.”

“Yay! I love big sis!”

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Saying that, the arachne hugs the Automata.

A disturbing cracking sound can be heard.

Repairs aren’t free, you know.

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After that, I explained the roles they needed to play in the operation and we dispersed.

They’re expected to wait in this city until the day of the operation, but I have a strong feeling they’ll act on their own if we don’t hurry.

These guys are so difficult to handle…

The Demon Lord’s warning feels all the more poignant.

I wonder if they can inflict some damage on the hero’s party before being defeated.

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Feeling a bit regretful about begging the Demon Lord for troops, I sent the Automata back to the dungeon, then transported her to the commander-led squad via the zombie-sensei’s teleportation.

Now, I need to hurry so they don’t ruin the operation.

Why do I have to go through all this trouble…

Work is really tough, after all.

That was my thought for the day.


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3 responses to “The Chronicle of the Dungeon Master of Slaughter – A Reclusive Beautiful Girl Became a Dungeon Master, So She Pursues the Path of a Hikikomori – Chapter 95”

  1. thanks for the chapter

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    Thanks for the chapter

  3. Reminds me so much of Kumoko.
    The Arachne seems pretty useful though.

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