Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

My name is Lieselotte Mona Heidegger.

Born as the only daughter of the Heidegger family, my mother died right after I was born, but grew up much loved by my father for that matter.

My father was a junior nobleman named Cain Heidegger, and as a scholar, he was a well-known member of the public.

Life was discreet in the lower aristocracy, but we all lived amicably with a small mansion and a beautiful garden, one dog in a few servants friendly to a laid-back father.

I liked to study, every day I get teachings from my father and my father's acquaintances and taste the joy of absorbing knowledge.

I think I was really blessed with no hard-won hardships.

But one day, my father remarried. The dark clouds began to set in at my house.

My stepmother, whom my father brought, was from a lower aristocracy as well, but was anyway a constant rumor of man play.

Aren't all three brother-in-law brought in different fathers!

And... how dare you have a brother or sister in her tummy. I was really surprised by this.

As a daughter of my age, I could hardly accept the fact that I would marry because of pregnancy.

You must have found out that I was distancing you.

My stepmother started hiding from my father and making me evil.

Being caged without a father is a daily tea meal.

Most of the servants who were nice to me were replaced. There seems to be a shortage of rice, and I became debilitated.

The last two brothers-in-law just follow my mother, and she won't help me.

But only one.

My brother-in-law and I at the end of our years "difficult kids and nags" helped me from time to time by sneaking up on the rice and distracting my mother.

He was a sweet brother-in-law, who would also feed his dog Dashiva.

In those days, his father dies lightly from an epidemic disease.

I've been in genuine isolation.

After the funeral, I was declared my stepmother, who had succeeded me safely.

"Lieselotte, you are born of the iniquity of your mother. The real Cain child is here. I don't need you, so I'm gonna strip you of your books and leave you at the facility."

Repeating injustice during marriage is Honmakaina (which is the cliché of my brother-in-law below) when told by my stepmother who has repeatedly divorced and remarried, but what a terrible reason.

- --- He said it was strange because his face was too pretty.

How many laughs had been made by fathers and servants on this matter.

My parents (my mother in pictures) have a bad but mediocre face, light brown with brown eyes. Yet my hair is silver and my eyes are smeared.

My great-grandfather had silver hair, so I was trying not to care, is that just his face......

Well, they think that others do what they do. Because the brothers born of a blonde stepmother have brilliantly different colors of hair from their counterparts.

From what I hear, the lineage is completely different from the face of the man who was married at the time.

Nevertheless, it is also true that they do not resemble their parents.

Can you kick out noble daughters with one of these things?... you can do it. In aristocratic society. Unfortunately.

And I'm ten years old. My mother was a dancer with no back shield, a stream.

Besides, it's a marriage I've done. The more I think about it, the more suspicious my mother is.

I thought back to my relaxed father, who cared nothing about the details, and I couldn't say anything.

And in the meantime, I was stripped of my home and sent to an institution.

My stepmother was in a good mood and let the nanny hold my brother when he grew up and drop him off.

"Please don't cross our bunker again."

"Yes......"

I'm in one bag, one piece. I also keep the money, but this is a favor to the facility: "Don't ever send this kid back here from the facility again."

The only temper is Dashiva. That's what you put on my dog.

He shakes his tail and is happy to go on a trip.

No, it's an exile.

He is a noble wooden dog, famous for his pedigree, for his loyalty to his husband.

It's supposed to be an even more loving kind of bean wood, but my father and I made a mistake.

Now all I really think about is myself with my crushed eyes, no shiba, no shiba.

Oh, I'm happy to be "waffled" by the temporarily hired lord who also fluffs my belly hair.

That's crazy. Even though he's a kid who also has a watchdog. What a no, Sheba.

"Reese, you've got to put up with this. I'll get the power fast."

My brother-in-law.

Only my brother-in-law downstairs dropped me off worried.

My brother-in-law, who used to struggle with being deposited by his Western father, gives me a hug and whispers in his ear. "'Cause I'll pick you up someday," he said.

Finally, to that one word, the tears that I had endured crept up.

His kindness stains his heart, which was getting harder because his stepmother and brother-in-law came to me saying "faceless," "no affection," "twister," "I wish I was dead,"

At the right end of my blurred vision, I saw Dashiva getting a snack for the old lady on the road in a surrender pose.

No, Sheba!

Now, the place called the institution was originally created as an orphanage.

Yet yesterday in this country, we have turned it into a dump for parents who are unable to take responsibility for having children without thinking about it later.

"It would be better than killing them accidentally," is what they say, but I think men that it's a pain in the ass to use contraception before then, women who believe that men will be the creatures they want to be "fathers" as long as they have children, should fix their thoughts from there.

Still, I guess I'm still happy.

Because when my parents reflect and pick me up one day, you don't have to expect me to.

In this country, half of parents who abandon their children have not removed their children's books.

It's not funny why people take their possessions with adopted children or something, because if you're lucky enough to be an adult who can work mundane, they may not abandon you and take care of you in old age.

These adults rarely come to see their children.

That's how they adore the possession of the child as much as they adore it, leaving the later care to the staff at the facility.

Initially, I was a former nobleman with a strong wind.

Wording is not like being a civilian, and even though you say you're having trouble feeding, it's natural because you even brought your dog with you, isn't it? Although I don't understand Dashiva at all at the time.

That point was told by splitting my rice into dashiva.

But my rice, which is a big book, is hungry every day because the older boys take the majority away from me.

Ignoring a gummy, healthy belly bug is very difficult.

Ooh. An official is trying to teach you a hand or a seat.

But Dashiva just throws one of her hind legs to the ground and blurs.

(Phew. Don't think that's how you'll get rid of the dogs there)

The unmotivated Dashiva split the smell of biscuits in the official's pockets and was pissed off when he saw a gap and stuck his neck in it. Somehow I was pissed off too.

I want to grow up fast. I want to remember a more usable job. I want to feed him more Dashiva.

That's all I have in my head.

Still in a rush of days, teaching the kids letters during one of the inside jobs at the facility was enough to get just a little more rice.

But one day there will be an incident.

A week ago, bandits had been on the streets, which meant that the supply of food had deteriorated and began to soar.

The orphanage is covered by donations. I stopped getting excess vegetables and everyone hasn't eaten anything since yesterday.

I finally had a smaller stomach, hung up on bones and skin and didn't move much, but the boys growing up are different.

So they thought horrible things.

"You have bean wood," he said.

They tried to beat Dashiva to death in the middle of the night. But I noticed beforehand that I untie Dashiva's neck and try to escape.

Yet Dashiva at heart doesn't understand.

The boys snuck back to the smell of the jerky in the trap they brought!

No, Sheba!

I jumped out unexpectedly.

"What are you doing to my dog!!

"What, this guy!

"It's Reese, the dog owner!

"It's a vicious habit of a former nobleman."

I desperately cling to the foot of a boy trying to hit me with a stick.

Angry boys beat me up.

The rusty sour taste spread in my mouth. He also seems to have a nosebleed, but not quite.

"Don't get your hands on my dog!

That's all I have on my bloody head.

Biting, scratching, gold, eye crushing. I used everything. It's all as effective as my brother-in-law taught me.

"This guy or this guy," "This guy's a mad dog," "The officials are coming. Let's go back once," they scream, finally retreating.

The staff of the facility have heard from afar.

(I won......!

Disturbed breath, silver hair, worn out clothes.

Bruises, cuts, and blood stick to your face.

Making a declaration of victory with my heart, I stood up and looked back at my protected dog.

He was watching this fight, slipping his hips and leaking his pee.

Dermacy Bar!

Well.

In no time I'm a stray.

The facility manager also abandoned me and let me out of the facility.

Is this the route to death?

Me and Dashiva. Girl in pants and little bean wood.

It should be a pitiful combination at first sight, but I have the consciousness that the contents are not very pitiful.

If you eat discarded garbage pickup around there, it's a scene from a novel I read one day, but I haven't thrown away what I can eat in the first place in this country with a tough food situation.

I called out to the road florist to see if I could get him mixed up with a group of floaters, but he quickly escaped when he told me, "You better sell another flower".

That's the only route you'll never want to choose, unless you're even really dying!

Eventually, we fled into a hill outside of town.

Certainly the mountain that some of the bandits are also based.

Dashiva is anxious with the queen queen.

As I hugged and flashed, my surroundings darkened, and gradually I began to hear the howl of a mountain dog or wolf.

... trouble. I'm already too hungry and exhausted, and my head is hazy. If I even run into a bandit with this...

"Whoa, you've got some gullible prey here"

I came across it.

When he is unable to move and sits down, Uncle Mui, who wraps fur around his waist, such as how he is a bandit, comes closer with a large knife in his hand.

"It's really bone and skin, but you don't look bad. If you make it fat, you might sell it high."

"Ugh."

What a roaring Dashiva stood before me as I looked up blurry!

Step on a small limb and head for the bandits.

"Uh-oh, wow!

"Oh!? What, are you gonna bark at me, this dog? Ah!?

"Keewoon."

Dashiva's courage ended with a single bark.

Wrap your tail around it right away and hide behind me.

Oh, you're poking my back with your nose right now. Yeah, I get it, you mean do something about it, right?

Dashiva was no good without ever getting bumpy, and I was reassured instead.

But life is a truly unexpected continuum.

When I was tempted, Dashiva came to the house, and grew up with Dashiva.

My mediocre, serene and supposed to flow aristocratic life begins with, and ends with, Wonko.

A bandit tried to do his hand on my face, when my heart broke.

"Gururu..."

"What. A mountain dog!?

Various dogs surrounded us.

Large, medium and small dogs. Some dog breeds and strange looking dogs have been seen in the neighborhood.

All in all, they will intimidate the bandits.

And a few of those muscular uplifting mid-sized dogs bit the bandit's foot.

"Ghaaaa!" and drag the screaming bandit to the far end. It was quiet right away.

I'm scared and I won't turn around.

And the rest of the dog stared at me in unison.

To this unusual atmosphere, Dashiva said, "Cum!" I finally lost my mind when I shouted.

No, Sheba!

Oh, I told you earlier it would end with Wonko, but I'll correct it.

I'm done with this bait.

What a comedy my life is. Really end up being a wacko, Dosunnen.

Oh my brother-in-law's cliché is here already......!

"Finally, I found it, your husband!

"Huh...?

There was a voice of people from the circles of the dogs.

The wheel breaks and a man emerges from inside to approach me.

That despicable face is gorgeous.

Its face, which seems gentle with rich blonde hair flowing through its successful shoulders and a light brown color scheme, is neutral and full of joy, like the mother who found her child.

Dressed like a high-ranking nobleman, he stood one knee before me sitting down and thanked me deeply and gracefully.

"Dear Liezelotte, I am Leonhardt von Golden Retriever, Prime Minister. I've been looking for you for years. Please return to our country."

That said, I'll gently take my bones and skin hands.

"Oh, that."

"Oh, my God. I didn't know I had made you so hard. How sinful the Predecessor is... But from now on, I won't let one shard struggle with you. Go ahead and ask us, great. Queen (My, Pleasure)"

"" Queen (My, Pleasure)!

The dogs that were around disappeared at some point and men in military uniform surrounded me.

With his eyes black-and-white, he, named Leonhardt, hugs me with a princess.

"Come on, let's come to our country. The people will all rejoice."

"Where is the country?

"It's a wonderful country in a place that separates the sea. Happiness by the dogs and royalty awaits you."

Dog man?

When I tried to ask the question, Dashiva, who had lost her mind downstairs, was pinched up by a military man who was bigger than all the soldiers around her.

Looks like he's trying to dump it around there. It's tough.

"What do you do! Don't be abusive to Dashiva!

"Why? Master Lieselotte, that's just a dog you can't protect with your husband's life, right? It's not even worth being a dog. Let's throw it away like this."

The soldiers around them also said, "Death to unusable dogs!," he says. What a sparta.

Master Leonhardt grinned.

"If you can be warm, all you have to do is order me to 'die'. If you're a dog, you'll be happy to die in pleasure."

Envy...... and some military men are turning their eyes to blazing jealousy at Dashiva, who is fainting.

Why does that happen!?

I immediately said no.

"No. Dashiva is my family. Never try to kill me or treat me abusively"

"Oh my God. Do you even call that wasting dog a family member? How dare you..."

Master Leonhardt stares at me with his eyes moistened.

Um. Am I mistaken about something?

The military around us are also tearful for some reason: "How sweet," "You're wonderful," and "I'll follow you for the rest of your life.

Er. Whatever trouble I had with the comment, eventually came a carriage that made a huge crisp noise.

...... hmm? There's no horse. Hey.

For some reason, a single cylinder is attached to the front of the box, like a long corner.

An equally square, equally horseless and bizarre carriage was left behind later.

Speaking of which, even though this is a small mountain, the carriage without horses comes up by knocking down the trees.

Awesome horsepower. Horses, even though they're not here.

When the carriage without a square horse stopped in front of me, the door opened on its own. Surprise.

Master Leonhardt will ride the carriage with me. It's huge and gorgeous inside, and the big red seats across the street look fuzzy.

But I couldn't taste the fluff.

Because Master Leonhardt won't let you go from being a princess.

"Um. Would you mind putting it down?"

"Is that an order?"

"Uh, no."

"Then let me do this for a while. Oh, Master Lieselotte is in this arm. It's a miracle. What a wonderful scent..."

"It stinks because you haven't taken a bath."

"Oh, the fragrant Lady Lieselotte's..."

"You haven't heard"

I gave up.

Anyway, you were supposed to die leaving me alone. I decided to entrust myself to this somewhat perverse, somewhat perverse guy.

It doesn't seem to harm me (rather oddly liked), and I will escape the reality of my father's concession, wondering if the details are okay. The rice you've had is delicious.

That's how I ended up going to this man's country.