Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

"I have left your country to fall!

Yes, Master Gray, who brings up his slightly drooling cheeks and proudly reports.

I have a white head.

Fall the country, you mean you attacked it down!? That's Donaisunnen after all.

Troops I and II seem to have the main job of fighting, and Troop II, in particular, is responsible for disputes with foreign countries.

A large, faceless man with explosive black creases on the side is reported pale as he looks at the paperwork.

Dear Rascal von Malamut, Captain of Unit IV, whose backward support is the main one.

The almond-shaped, white-eyed, tea eyes are impressive.

"Lord Mastiff. Don't you owe this achievement to our technical unit? Especially if we can't transport the tanks in large quantities, electric shock warfare was impossible."

"That's right. If intelligence units such as Troops V and VII had not kept abreast of the political situation in each country, they would have made the entire continent a sea of fire. It is wonderful to dedicate a resolute battle to Master Lieselotte, but it is troubling if we do not also acknowledge that it will more certainly bring us victory"

Next to that, Lady Rascal adds a man whose appearance and atmosphere are similar, but smaller than his.

He is the deputy captain of Unit IV, Dear Keith von Husky.

She has straight hair and is a very close relative to the Malamute family.

That said, the eyes of four almonds stare at me.

Praise and praise.

……

"He says we did our best, too"

If Mr. Keith provided a commentary instead. If you haven't talked about anything from earlier and are standing a little behind you with immovable upright, he says you're the captain of the third unit.

He is Apollo von Great Den.

He is taller than anyone else and has a calm face on his grey hair.

But they don't talk about anything, so I have no idea what kind of work they're doing.

I would add to the opinion of the Trinity that Master Gray doesn't seem to be funny.

"I know! But the first thing we did was disable that power and capture the royal family! Look, we got a new call from Pitbull."

What he took out was a large rectangular box.

It seems to sound from there when it hits your ear.

More noisy and wilder voices could be heard in circles than Master Gray's louder voice earlier.

"Captain! We have captured Heidegger's female fox, the root of all evil! We have a headstand available now, will you do it after you return home? Or should I just eat my neck off!?

"Please don't!

I screamed unexpectedly.

You must have heard it over there. There was silence for a moment.

"Ko, this voice is Master Lieselotte! You're awake!

Then! Celebrate the Queen's awakening for a sacrifice!

For the first time from this woman, let us celebrate with brother-in-law, orphanage people, royalty, scattered with blood!

And we will take control of the Old Continent in the footsteps of this country and dedicate it to the Queen! The continental name would also be good for the Lieselotte continent! No, the world is fine with Lieselotte! No, it should be!

It conveys trembling joy, but nothing to celebrate at all!

"Enough, please don't! Don't kill anyone. Come back!

"Oh, no!

"Soda."

"I see what you've done for me! But I don't want anyone to get hurt because of that."

To my screams, those across the box and Master Gray are in shock.

A sober Leonhardt was instructed there by the Greys.

"That's the thing. I wanted to send the female foxes and brother-in-law, those who did harm to Master Lieselotte, to the headstand in this country... but only now, Master Lieselotte is unwanted. Proceed with immediate withdrawal and negotiations to avoid any further food cuts."

"Nong Ra wants to be praised...!

"Dear Mr. Lieselotte, Praise you."

Master Leonhardt looks back at me without Master Gray.

From the top of my bed, I stared at the four of them.

Full of expectations, your gaze gathers.

"Thank you for doing your best for me."

"" Dear Leezelotte! "" "Your husband!" "Queen!" "......!

They cram into bed with great joy to thank me for the peck and head down.

Suddenly my face got closer. What is it!?

Leonhardt, who perceived my agitation, tells me, "Dear Leezelotte, it's the same thing I'm going to do to make you a waste of your dog". No way......

Reaching out one hand with an unpleasant hunch, I laid my hand on Master Gray's head in awe.

"Whoa," my uncle moved his palm left and right as it was, after all.

My reluctant old uncle is boring me.

When I finished "Good Kid Good Kid" to everyone, with considerable damage to my heart, I said from the rectangular box, "We also quickly received the Queen's reward. We will withdraw immediately! 'And I heard a wild voice, and the communication went out.

A murmur called Tsar, which can be heard leaking out of the box, tells me about my nagging mood.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

Well, I had a slight fever after they got home satisfied, and it was a visit apology for a while.

Except for Master Leonhardt, who passes through his feet.

Apparently, they're throwing their jobs at the secretaries, and they finally started wearing crack clothes to serve.

I am so sorry and I asked you to "good luck with your work".

Then he was delighted as soon as possible, skipped and headed to work.

You think you're collecting jealousy at work by showing off the red collar you put on me?

Speaking of which, the four of them stared enviously at the collar at that time.

And, Chira, Chira and I were sent to gaze. Yeah, you didn't notice anything!

"The Shepherd boys appreciated it. And then he said," Tell me you like the way you can work. "

It was the samurai who came with me who told me about it.

Don's compelling, round middle-aged woman, Mr. Teresa.

If my mother had been kept in court, she would have been my nanny if she had been served by the Viscount Newfoundland family.

I already have eight children, I'm a liver mother.

I was confused because I didn't have someone close to me who could call me my mother (stepmother is out of the question).

But she was much more friendly than the men were even going to finally treat her.

Is it because she is still a woman? Or is it because it's your mother?

When you softly held me in your tense arms and enveloped me with a chunky soft chest and tummy.

I felt a mother I wasn't supposed to remember.

Since then, I have called her "Mr. Teresa" and she has also called me "Dear Leese".

I didn't just take it with me, but I still live in peace enough every day.

- --- and. I asked her why there was no royalty but me.

The answer is, "When the time comes a little more,"

At least from the way she looked sad, I thought my real father would be dead by now.

There's nothing I can do right now.

"Don't do anything. I want you to rest," they hope.

If they want it, they need to put the meat on healthy first anyway.

I decided to learn about the letters in this country while teaching you the light exercise you can do in the room.

Words made sense here, but apparently the letters used are different.

And a common letter system throughout the continent of Rumania.

(This is about just mastering the writing language and reading the book, right? Looking forward to it)

Some of it came with meat and strength, when I was able to walk in the room. I was looking by the window in a beautiful white and purple piece.

The large garden, visible from this room on the corner of the royal palace, is bright with garden trees and small, cream-colored flowers seem to be in full bloom this season.

The garden was a very large space.

They have been devised so that the aristocrats, who have become dogs around the fountain, can play enough and the royals can love the way it is. Also known as "Dog Run Court".

It's now off-limits to anyone but gardeners, and it's just a place where garden trees are managed.

Dashiva was beside me and I wanted to look out the window. He seems to be taking me for a walk, but he also seemed concerned about the view from here.

Lifting his side and showing him the outside, he suddenly screams "Cane" and escapes under the bed.

"Is there something there?

When I peek into the window again, behind the fountain, a black shadow much larger.

Has anyone broken the ban on entry?

"Master Reese, what's wrong?

"Something's behind the fountain..."

"Well, my God! We have to call security!

Mr. Teresa leaves in a hurry.

Looking at the window again, the shadow was already gone.

"What was it..."

As I was tilting my neck, I heard a wild yell.

There seems to be some noise in the hallway.

"I have not yet been rewarded by the Queen! Let me through here!

"You mustn't, without permission from the Prime Minister!

"Our family motto is' If you want it, arm in arm '! You're weaker than me. Don't give me orders!

"This is the royal palace! It has nothing to do with the Pitbull family home training."

"Shut up and get out of the way!

"Cane."

After hearing baki, doka, and flashy noises, the door suddenly opens rampantly.

It was a young man with short, muscular grey hair, dressed in military uniform, who showed up.

He's not as tall, but he's got sharp eyes and a tough face.

Beyond the corridor with a glimpse, I saw something dead and cumbersome.

The man who found me laughed niggly with his grey eyes gleaming.

When you laugh, your dog's teeth peek, and your big mouth also looks torn.

Yes, it's like a hound that found its prey......!

"This feeling, indeed, royalty. Queen... I found you."

A man approaching me slowly, stiff.

Dashiva, of course, doesn't come out from under the bed!

Instead, something lukewarm touched my heel standing in front of the bed...... it looks like Dashiva was hit by a man's killer and leaked. No, Sheba!

A man who stands right in front of me and takes the form of a look down.

Overlooked, I was frightened from the bottom of my heart by his vicious looking atmosphere.

"I didn't know you couldn't move because of my killing. Boulders are Our Queen (My, Pleasure)"

No. I was born to have a hard time moving my facial muscles. They always say there's no cuteness.

My heart has already wrapped its tail around it and surrendered to you!

He lifted my jaw with his thick finger, which was a verse, and he still stares at me with his eyes full of bites.

"I'm Barbarian von Pitbull, the head of the Pitbull clan that makes up much of the second unit.

Pitbull under Lord Mastiff is my brother.

We made that country fall for you. But suddenly he issued a retreat order and didn't bring the Pitbull clan's struggle to life... Word is, I won't let Pitbull fight to the end.

I'm here to protest against you. "

Do I have to bring my struggle to life!? Is that what military men are for?

Do you say, Pitbull is such a clan!?

My upset, of course, is not going through.

As usual, Master Barbarian laughed at me for not moving his facial muscles. Your mouth looks even more torn.

"So let me go to war"

"Yes!?

I finally got the word out, but it doesn't make much sense.

He, in my reply (doubt), gets in a good mood.

"In a pleasant reply. The boulder is our last king, isn't it... Good, then it's war.

Our raison d 'être is a struggle. I'll get you a beautiful, blood-soaked country. "

"Yes, no, no. It's not. Let's stop the war. It's a fight. It's a Zettai. Why do you want to fight in the first place!?

My desperate denial, he snorts.

"Phew. It doesn't seem to be easy to understand...... that's a shame.

Because in the first place, we are the breed of dogs made for it. Fight and blood will scream. "

They say the Pitbull clan is drawing intensely the blood of dogs whose combat abilities have been extremely enhanced in the past for the wars of the ancients. So they prefer the battle for their lives.

Instead, if you don't let the struggle burn hard on a regular basis, the frustration can build up too much and cause civil unrest. They say it's such a clan. How annoying.

The royal family says they have prepared various battle places for them like that.

Border disputes, large-scale banditry. Coliseum.

You think in some cases they even loaned it out of the country as a State-owned mercenary?

This search for me & revenge for a country that didn't help me (per him) was a great opportunity, he said.

"Let's stabilize the old continent".

"How will you quench the depression that builds up like this one of our magmas?

--Or would it be a little sunny if I had you?

He grabbed my jaw on his finger, and he can put his strength into it.

There, Mr. Teresa rushed back.

"What are you doing! Even though the owner of the prestigious Pitbull family, how rude to Master Lieselotte!

"There is no word in our dictionary for 'respect because you are royal'. My brother's a stranger, so it doesn't matter."

Master Barbarian peeks into my face and laughs as the guards approach Girizilli.

This man is... inciting. You want to piss me off.

So I realized.

... I know this behavior. This is, after all, the same as the dogs we've had before.

"Queen? We follow the Strong One. How far will you satisfy us?

"... I don't know"

"Hmm?"

I stomped on the threat in his low voice.

At close range, I'm sure I'll stare back hard at him.

"I don't know you at all. On the other hand, I still don't know who I am.

Now let me compliment you on your patience for fighting on the Old Continent. "

And I gently removed his hand on his chin and mixed his short hair with both hands.

With his sharp eyes open, he was stunned with his hair.

And I did my hand on my fully bumpy hair, and I laughed.

"Ha-ha-ha! That way, Master Lieselotte! Thank you for complimenting us on our hard patience. Then let's back off once and for all.

--Anyway, it's been a really long time since I've been praised by royalty. "

Quickly, prepare our battlefield, will you?

He laughed and left, leaving, showing his muscularly uplifting back.

"Dear Leese! Good job. You're safe!

Teresa hugged me and I was finally relieved.

I can see your whole body losing strength.

Dear Barbarian,

I had it at all, and it was annoying.

It was hard for the next Master Leonhardt to run to be hugged and smelled with all his might.

And I said, "You're well entangled in that savage dog, you're safe!" To you, Master Leonhardt, I said:

"I did a good job when I could take Dashiva.

When suddenly mounting the Lord. I just want it to be okay. "

First, praise.

However, clearly indicate why.

That's all, the dog guy. He convinced me for now.

Perhaps the fact that only my brother was "a good boy, a good kid" had become one of his depressions.

Pitbull is a tough dog man.

This time I was deluded, but we have to think about our readiness for them in the future.

Still, it sounds like there are still a lot of troublesome "mad dogs" in this country.

Sighing, I was worried about how to peel off this big golden wok that didn't quite take my arm off.