Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

[Well, thank me~ Praise me!]

'I feel like I lost the chance to absorb more experience though...'

[Don't be that way... Leon!]

Dravanna didn't wake up after she returned to sleep in his soul chamber, as if to make up for it, Ifrit forced herself to act normal and speak more.

Though even if Leon asked, Ifrit would avoid the subject. A few days passed after the orcs accepted to become part of the dungeon. At first, there were minor clashes between the dark elves, goblins and orcs, but that soon vanished.

Thanks to the iron fist of Zafira, teaching the newcomers who were in control.

Meanwhile, Leonhardt adjusted his plans in the citadel. Sitting on his throne in the council chamber, he looked down upon the goblin council and a new member, who would serve as the Orc ambassador.

A female orc who seemed to be Olgana's sister.

'To think this is what female orcs look like...' Leonhardt thought to himself while watching the short, tanned woman with a bronzed brown hue. Her Raven tattoo was unique compared to her brother and the males. It twisted around her left shoulder, forming a single ebony wing, while delicately wrapping her left arm and spreading to her fingertips.

Olga stood off against Lina... both pushing their modest chests out and huffing. Olga's were cute and bell-shaped, while Lina's were perky and bounced.

'Her name was... Olga?'

Leonhardt touched his chin, watching the women with amusement.

He couldn't help but think it was lazy of their parents, but didn't speak out.

The petite orc looked nothing like her brother, with a delicate build, a small pair of glasses perched on the tip of her pointed nose, soft, rounded cheeks, and sharp grey eyes.

"Who do you think you are, speaking directly to the great one?!" Lina hissed at Olga, the goblin standing a few inches taller than the small orc.

"Why should I listen to an obsessive goblin with pussy for brains?"

"W-What!?" Lina shrieked, and her dark skin flushed deep red as she lunged at the orc. "How dare you!"

However, to Leonhardt's surprise, the orc twisted her hips and stepped to the side, tripping Lina, who fell straight on her face with a loud thud.

"Ouch..."

'Okay... I got to see how she acts, and a nice glimpse of goblin crack. Let's be serious.'

Leonhardt couldn't help his thoughts and desires becoming more carnal due to his thick incubus bloodline. 'When it mixed and became a Majin, it almost doubled...'

"It seems that Majin have a high libido..."

"What did you say, Sire?" Griv, ever curious, asked Leonhardt with his yellow grin.

"Nothing... Ahem!"

Leonhardt straightened up and slammed his fist against the throne's arm. "Both of you stop fighting! Lina, please guide the newcomer. If you do well, I will reward you and..." His gaze traced up Olga's figure, who looked at him sheepishly before turning away, her cheeks darker than before. "Impressive, Olga. I like your movements, can you fight?"

His words completely changed the atmosphere for both women, although he knew Lina was a little eccentric. But the glint of silver light in Olga's eyes also made him curious. 'Is she another crazy woman?' He hoped that she might be normal...

"A-Ah... Master, your devoted slave Lina will do as you command!" Her body shot up, bowing with a strangely seductive posture, her eyes half-lidded as she pushed her plump lips together and flashed a shady smile.

'She reminds me of a female griv...'

Leonhardt thought he should keep that thought to himself.

"Good."

"Great One, this Olga will serve you hand and foot! You have given our clan more than just a place to live; we finally have a home to call our own!" Despite her small stature, Olga slammed her chest, squishing her breast as a soft voice became a forceful bellow.

"Ambassador Olga, you don't need to be so serious. To me, you are all my dear subjects and family. If you have troubles, please communicate with the goblin council, and I will do what it takes to make everyone welcome."

Leonhardt flicked through various memories, the number of human lords, kings and nobles in his memories ranged from fools to tyrants and great kings. So, he stole their ideas and thoughts while incorporating his unique insights to form a well-oiled government and policy framework for ruling.

Gentle and affectionate when at peace, but should they test him or face danger, he would rule with an iron fist to protect them.

Criminals were severely punished, and those who contributed received benefits.

'Thanks to the knowledge of tax breaks, and other useless things, I didn't make a great mistake... humans value money, goblins value respect and the orcs...'

Well, that was the reason he appointed a member from the Ravenfist to the council.

"Relax your shoulders, and take your seat, Olga."

"Y-Yesh!!"

The orc bit her tongue... how cute.

"Hahaha, stupid orc bit her skank tongue!"

"Shove it, flat chested slut!"

Leonhardt chose to ignore the two women whispering sharp insults while flipping each other off and instead turned to his beloved male goblins. 'They never cause troubles...' Hanz looked more muscular, but his face gleamed with life. The two sisters were quiet and watched Leonhardt with thier bright eyes.

"Nebi, I have read the records you made during my absence." Leonhardt gestured towards the cute goblin with messy hair and glasses.

"H-Hah! How was it, Your Majesty?"

Though she appeared to lack confidence, Leonhardt knew from her writing and documents that this goblin was talented and filled with pride for her work.

"Great job, the System you've created was easy to follow. Please use this with all documents from now on."

"Y-Yes!"

"Good for you, sister." The alchemist Mossi equally as important supported her sister.

"Mossi, that also brings me to your potions for agriculture and daily life." Leonhardt tapped the throne with his fingers. There was a sense of tension as beads of sweat dripped from the goblin's forehead, before he smiled.

"I have heard countless reports from Gobbolas and Gobomir that the troops and underground crops have improved greatly. Take a two-day rest with your sister and enjoy yourselves." He turned to Snaggle, who suddenly hid his gold coin, like a mouse hiding its food. "Snaggle, give both of them fifty silver to enjoy themselves."

"M-Master... the treasury is..."

Snaggle always tried to avoid letting people into the treasury, as if someone were stealing his children. However, a single frown from Leonhardt and... "It was just a joke, M-Master... Snaggle will get them the money!"

"..."

Goblins, how crafty.

'Well, I have all of the dungeon's resources, and can mine whatever metal and gem I wish...'

So money wasn't a concern for Leonhardt; if he wanted, he could create a small fortune, but that might damage the economy. The issue might be if humans become more hostile and refuse to trade with the merchants. This issue was brought up by Snaggle, who believed a new currency should be created.

'Well, monsters and dungeon masters usually use mana crystals and gems that can be used to generate mana for money. It was rare to use human money and gold as it's worthless to monsters that feast on mana.'

"Hanz, Gobomir was delighted at your newly designed armour for the squire's."

The old goblin with a messy beard struggled to hide his smile, "Ahem... it was nothin'."

"Don't be so humble. It's a fine design. What are you planning after the war suits?" Leonhardt asked. The goblins both looked at him with confusion, but Leonhardt knew that their brother wasn't just a simple blacksmith; he had a fantastic eye for weapons and armour.

'Well... It's ambitious, but a metal suit of armour that a person climbs inside and controls. I found it interesting that it could level the playing field for the small and weak.'

"!!!"

Hanz looked up at Leonhardt with shining eyes, "Boss! That project... can I go forward with it!?" It was the first time Hanz had shouted back at Leonhardt, and it shocked everyone in the room. Hanz coughed and tried to cover his mouth, but his gaze never left the King's face.

"Yes, I will permit it. Bring your plans to me later. Ah, but please treat it as a secondary project while dealing with the other items to help logistics and agriculture." Leonhardt waved his hand. Hanz nodded with a firm salute before sitting down. The goblins' sisters giggled at his excitement, while Snaggle looked pale, muttering, "Project... money..."

Griv silently watched the meeting, his eyes flicking to his master, and a strange feeling warmed his chest... "Strange... does Griv have heartburn?"

Leonhardt smiled softly when he glanced over at the council. He thought, 'I should give them something... I can see they all worked very hard in my absence.'

"Let's finish this dull meeting, all of your departments will get a bonus for your hard work."

"Ooooh!"

The goblins cheered together. Even Snaggle brightened up.

"Well done, my dear subjects." His eyes landed on Olga, who was fidgeting with excitement. "Olga, please guide Olgana to me after this meeting, I wish to discuss a few issues with him."

"Y-Yes, Great One!"

Although he wanted to change the way she called him, seeing a pretty young woman revere him so deeply tickled his growing vanity and pride. "Good girl." So much that before he realised, his hand was stroking her silky blonde hair.

'I can feel a pair of daggers sinking into my back...'

Of course, Lina, who saw this, was glaring like he'd taken her purity and left her the next day.