Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

Well, it's been about a month since I came to this country.

Your body is also full of energy with delicious rice and moderate exercise, as well as Mr. Teresa's snacks.

Dashiva is also stunningly corny, Debushi...... no, it has become coroshiba.

And I'm tired of being muddy in my room.

Standing still behind my oblique as I read the book, I ask Master Leonhardt, who is going to start to sound, gradually lonely.

"Dear Leonhardt, I am royal, am I not?"

"Yes, everything about me says Master Lieselotte is the supreme one"

"I don't understand that feeling. More than that! --I have always been here to take care of you"

"There's nothing to take care of. Everything here belongs to Master Lieselotte. I can't wait to take more care of you. Why can't you say more?"

"... let's get back to it. Come on, tell me what's going on in this country and what I need to do. My brother-in-law taught me that I don't owe you as much as continuing to eat."

To my request, Master Leonhardt freezes his smile.

And without answering the key thing, I asked about the diagonal.

"... Master Liezelotte is sometimes spoken the western language of that country, such as' Nandeyanen 'or' Dowsunnen ', right? Is it all your brother-in-law's influence?"

Correctly, it seems to be Ese western.

They say that true pronunciation is difficult if you are not born and raised in the West, and that the harder you work, the more contemptuous you will be by the locals. I always moaned with a really pathetic face, "How could I not have been born in the West from the beginning?"

"Yeah, western taught him. Had it not been for him in the first place, I would have been both at home and in the institution. He is truly the benefactor who taught me how to live."

"Really..."

Master Leonhardt turned a blind eye and began to soften.

Are you fleas? No, that's about Dashiva, right? To boulders.

"It's about my brother-in-law, so I'm sure he's doing fine. Dear Mr Leonhardt, have you already concluded diplomatic negotiations with my country? May I write to my brother-in-law?

"No, that. Please wait."

He called a guard who was holding back behind him and was instructed to do so. It must be a matter of considerable urgency. The guard rushes off and turns into an elongated dog.

I had a bad feeling.

After I fell my country, you contacted me immediately to start royalty and free all my stepmother...... was it actually a lie?

After a while I was prompted to move to the reception room at the Royal Palace.

Master Leonhardt and I will wait for something.

When the door opened, the two soldiers rolled something wrapped in a carpet.

It's like a potato worm.

When I clear my ears, I say, "What the hell! 'You can hear the scream.

It's my brother-in-law!!

"My brother-in-law!," I rush over to the potato worm.

But before you get there, a potato worm can be stomped on a long military shoe in front of you.

"Ouch."

"Don't scream dirty in front of the queen, you scumbag."

It solidified unexpectedly and looked up.

When I trace the legs of my half trousers, I look down with a ruthless look at the potato worm trampled on by a boy my sister-in-law or so. He really seems to think his brother-in-law is garbage.

Pigmented, silky, sarcastic hair is cut together on the shoulders and decorated with brown skin. He wraps his luxurious body in a black military uniform and has a short whip on one hand.

The pitch-black eyes are big on spills, the little lips as puckers, colorful.

I've never seen such a beautiful boy before.

The stunned me and the beautiful brown boy who had eyes laughed like a blossom so much that he had greeted me.

"Nice to meet you, Master Lieselotte! This is Mars von Marchez, Captain of the Fifth Squad! You're good at assassination, infiltration and torture, so order me anytime! I'd be even happier if you called me 'Marchant' and made me your dog!

Lovely high voice and the situation under your feet don't fit at all.

In the back he said, "I'm the one who gets played. Speaking of house dogs, it would be me!?," said Master Leonhardt, "this will be good through.

Anyway, I wanted to free my brother-in-law.

Master Shibu Marus and the soldiers unwrapped and rolled the contents.

Black edged glasses on dark hair. Thirteen years old with a middle meat mid back and a frigid smile.

I knew he was my brother-in-law!

"My brother-in-law! Are you ok!?

"I knew I'd hit it with Reese. And you look okay? I'm really in a terrible spot."

My brother-in-law gets up with both elbows up. As I desperately pay the dust on their backs, my jealous gaze flies from around, "I can't believe you can touch Master Lieselotte on the prisoner's pork". Ignore, ignore.

If you look closely, my brother-in-law was made to wear shirts and trousers like the one the prisoner wore.

Released, he scratches a claw on the ground and exhales - deeper.

"I've been caught here forever."

"After we retreated, we were caught getting mixed up in the tank unit! It's something I would name Mr. Lieselotte's brother with disrespect, so I thought I'd keep the investigation in mind." I was going to, but I called it off because the decree came. It's boring. ""

Master Mars punches the munch into one palm, pointing his lips.

My brother-in-law, on the other hand, apparently had purchased a lot of information from the cells next door in his cell, and even understood that this was the kingdom of Kennel, and the land of the dogs, on another continent.

"I don't know if Reese is a valuable royal survivor. We got a hit on Baba's girl."

My brother-in-law said he heard the phrase "make atonement for the sin that afflicted Master Lieselotte" from one of the military men when he was caught in a sudden raid by the mysterious military men.

Approximately my mother and two brothers, who would be semi-frequents, apparently hit that they were related to my sister-in-law.

When I was even more suddenly released, I checked the orphanage and gathered stories from stray children. And they say I fled to the mountains. Guessing and doing a search, the footprint of the horseless carriage that was clearly stationed in the capital continues in a straight line.

Then he said he was tense that the place where those carriages were stationed a lot was suspicious.

And my brother-in-law, convinced that I had been taken, dared to go into a giant ship transporting horseless carriages when the whole army was about to withdraw.

The dog man immediately noticed the intruder by smell.

But Master Mars said he stopped it. "I can smell Master Lieselotte from him, so see how it goes".

My brother-in-law happened to bring a few of my ribbons to the smell indicator to see if I could use them for something if I could see Dashiva. I think we were really lucky with that.

After further successful smuggling, Mr. Mars was delighted to try to find out, and there was a voice from above, and this situation.

I remember.

My brother-in-law is the owner of quite a bit of strong luck.

My brother-in-law, handled by the thickness of the skin on such a surface and strong luck, sat back on the couch in the reception room and introduced himself in front of Master Leonhardt and Master Mars.

--By the way, in a certain place, he speaks Ese western by fixing it to a standard language.

"My name is Bud Luck Heidegger. I'm sorry you're here about the forcefulness this time. I was worried my dear sister might have been kidnapped."

"Is it important? And you couldn't protect Master Lieselotte at all, even in his miserable eyes."

"Yeah, no matter how much I reflect, I can't take it back. But from now on, I won't use age as an excuse. I don't mind abandoning my parents' home where my upset brothers are. Will you give me a chance to protect my sister-in-law in the future?"

'Honestly, I'm a pinch without writing and standing back. Stop. Sister-in-law. Do something.' I heard my brother-in-law's heart.

I rise and plead with Master Leonhardt.

"Please! Help my brother-in-law live in peace!

"Yes, well, if that's what Master Lieselotte says... he's important for once..."

"How come you have a bad tooth cut!?

To Leonhardt, such as Shabu-shabu, Marus, who makes tea beside the munchies on the side, said, "That's the point, it's a question of the ranking of the herds".

"Hey, Bud. No matter how brotherly you are to Master Lieselotte, you are only a newcomer here. Don't you think we should change our attitude toward the Supreme? Anyway, this is a dog kingdom."

"No, because your brother-in-law is your brother-in-law!

"Uh, I see. Yeah, yeah, yeah....... then Dear Lieselotte. Could you keep me in line with your minister?

Suddenly my brother-in-law got off the couch, stood on his knees and showed obedience.

What a quick adaptation!

At any given time I found the back of my difficult brother's head and acted to assure him of his identity, even though it was complicated.

"Yes! I get it! Okay, so do something about it, Master Leonhardt!

"Yes, Master Lieselotte. Heidegger, by the way. Never call Master Lieselotte 'Liese' or anything else lightly again. And in the future, when he officially succeeds to the throne, only 'Your Majesty' will be allowed to call him. You got it.... If you don't want to be killed with jealousy in this country, protect it"

"Okay."

To my brother-in-law, who honestly nods, my lonely thoughts have crept up.

Then you asked me again if you could at least work near me, but to avoid getting familiar, my brother-in-law would be forced to train in the army.

Originally, in order to be near me, they qualify as' escort dogs' at least.

"Brother-in-law......"

"Master Leezelotte should call him 'Heidegger' in the future. In the future, your last name will be" Beaudegger, "so I was wondering if there was a problem."

"... there is resistance"

"Fine, then, by name. And then I'm gonna call you Leonhardt."

"Oh, I'm Marchand!

"Please forgive me for calling you away!

I had no choice but to call my brother-in-law "Mr. Bud" in the future.

What a subtle mood I feel, back-to-back with my brother-in-law who doesn't care at all.

Instead, during the special training of the army, 'on my orders', it is now possible for them to meet.

However, in that case, with the condition that Master Leonhardt or what a Mars presence. Then I also promised to forgive you for speaking as my brother in ese western......

When I left, I rang.

"My brother-in-law... I let my brother-in-law throw us away"

"The name is forbidden from now on.

... Whatever it is, I'm glad you're safe. I guess I can keep my promise to you. That house, too. Yeah. I was going to leave as soon as I could. There's just so much I don't know about this country. In other words, it is particularly difficult when it comes to royalty. Never forgive them until you know what they're all about. "

"... Yes"

And I dropped off my brother-in-law to be taken by the guards.

Without realizing the look on Leonhardt's face, who is staring at him with his arms behind him, and Mars, who seems delightful.

Well, guarding against previous Pitbull clan raids has made my perimeter more secure.

On the doggie court, I am forced to run through Colossiva, who has even begun to struggle to move, and I pile a book on the table in the East Room by my side. I'm even reading next to Teresa, who knits.

You're all worried about the insect appearance in my book, but it's outrageous. I haven't read enough yet. I was hungry for knowledge anyway. About this world. About the dog man. And about myself.

There are still a lot of things that you haven't told me.

Then I can't be very calm if I haven't looked into it myself as much as I can.

I'm not clever enough to be supplied with light, raw information in people like my brother-in-law.

In the idyllic sky, surrounded by green eastern houses. There are a lot of guards surrounding us.

Only one of them, they were taking a dog look.

It's Dear Mars von Marchez.

- --- Actually, guards, in front of the royal family, they want you to take a dog look and be adorable, but I fear that once you become a habit, you may never be able to go back to being human again.

What is it? Am I a drug?

A small dog walking around with beautiful white long hair.

Lovely poor look, but the title is Captain of the Fifth Corps. He's the captain of a central knight's regiment that runs all the way to the eighth unit, and he says he's the only small dog.

He has ceded the position of captain to the deputy captain for this duties and has become my exclusive "escort dog".

After consultation between the Knights and Master Leonhardt, he was appointed with me from today because of his strength and talent (mainly assassination techniques) and the fact that his appearance is hard to be jealous of by other dogs even with me.

"Not as good as Barbarians, but there are many dogs that are prone to rampage. So we've always got a guard that we can carry on the side. I have a slight habit, but I will defend Master Lieselotte even by turning him into a life," I can't forget his jealous face, which flaunts Master Mars, when he introduced me.

Until the end, Master Leonhardt said, "Golden retrievers are the best if you're a house dog. It's an extraordinary measure. You have no choice..." I looked back over and over again and walked out the door.

Did you want me to hold that back?

But surely, Master Mars was a strong habit.

"Hey, Master Leezelotte! May I say your husband?

"I'd like you to stop, if possible"

"What? Did you hear Mr. Leonhardt say that sometimes? It's strange that he's the only one who can forgive me. Hey, isn't that good?

"... if you'll be careful in public"

"Yay! I love your husband! Hey, hey, can I hold you? Or lift me up to the dog?

I'm usually a very innocent person.

When the first impression I encounter fades, I look at all younger and not at all adult than I thought. Is it actually a little bit above my brother-in-law?

I'm familiar with it because the bright look looks a lot like my brother-in-law.

Pointing that out, Master Mars swelled a lot.

"Your husband's 'I Love Frames'. Come on, you're that vampire, aren't you? Mr. Teresa, right? Mr. Leonhardt's about ten more steps short, isn't he? --And Bud, right? Hey, put me in it, too!

"Um, we haven't been standing for a lot of days since we met, have we?"

"I'm a good dog! Unlike a dog, I can protect your husband properly. Even the Pitbull bastards can't beat you. So just be cute."

"Ha, ha"

"Whatever, I'm cute! Lots of cuteness, my lord!

I thought you were funny, but I didn't realize that then.

That the Marchese clan, who love to be played, are very prankster lovers.

And the fact that he's captain of the Rabies Knights. that it is proof of how strong a person of habit he is.

Okay, the next day.

In the same Doggone Court East Room, I am reading the history of this country.

The letters of this continent take on complex forms.

At first it was difficult to understand the meaning, but if you could tell Mr. Teresa the structure of the letters, I realized that they made the old letters of the country I was in even older.

The letters that I had crossed a long time ago were what kept me unique.

This will be a great support for the theory that my father taught me that "people with animal appearances crossed the sea".

They did say that, too. "I used to cross the ocean," he said.

I've figured it out now that I can read a lot of history books as well.

Pretty much this country, it sucks.

Suddenly it means a lot, but in the case of this country, "combat power" stands out too much, that is.

There are nine countries on the continent of Rumania. The population is 80 million in the largest Rumanian Dragonian empire. Between 10 and 30 million in medium-sized countries. million to five million on a small scale.

Things just change when you look at the military balance.

In the Rumanian Dragonian Empire, there are half a million concurrent military personnel (including aristocratic private soldiers), but usually peasant at 100,000.

In the Kennel Kingdom, on the other hand, it is 10 million more soldiers are employed concurrently with 50,000 people, compared to a population of 30 million.

Something's wrong.

When Teresa asked me to clean up the plate of snacks I had finished eating, this is what I got back.

"Because dog-man men are a lot obsessed with winning and losing. I'd like to show you how powerful it is. So anyone with the ability to fight actively applies to a part-time military officer. There's usually no locks for a part-time soldier. But anyway, as long as you become a soldier and are recognized for your abilities, you will qualify as the king's tattooed 'escort dog'."

Always brush your fangs and be strong to be praised by the royal family in order to gain the right to call yourself "escort dog". That's the status of the man in this country.

(Will my brother-in-law... be returned alive)

I'm anxious and I can't help it.

"Dear Liese, it's time for some light exercise."

"Your husband! Do it!

You can hear Master Mars on your head.

I titled a dog disc in my mouth, rocked my white sarafuwa hair, and came to the table at Wafufufu and Higashiya.

"Fine, Master Mars."

"Wow!"

"Master Mars is tough. Call me Marchand!

Glittering when stared at by sparkling black pearl-like eyes, I manage to say no, "That's a little......"

"You can't, Master Marchese. If you call me crushed badly, even the Knights, who are very patient, will change their charge with jealousy."

You shouldn't do that! I'm gonna get this part, too, because it's been tough. I don't know what else to do. --Well, Marmar is fine, my lord!

"I was wondering if that was all right."

"It's not solved."

I managed to say, "Dear Mars!," he pushed forcefully through, and I held a disc.

Because of this, Dashiva is an exercise with me.

Dashiva is enthralled by the beautiful Marchee and comes close to Ki-yun, Ki-yun.

Oh, I got slapped in the forefoot and blew it about ten meters.

No, because this guy is a dog man.

I'm a male before that, though.

Restore your mind and throw your cheeks and discs.

The two pursued each other in a dash at the same time.

- Two minutes to wait a lot.

Master Mars has dragged one person in camouflage clothes, claiming his neck.

Mr. Camouflage doesn't move at all.

"Your husband! Assassins around the Empire! Praise me, praise me, praise me, praise me!

"What about the disc!?

"Go. I forgot that one. I'll get it next time, but before you do, praise me!

"Oh, thank you?

"Either way, give me a hug!

I held up a Sarahwa dog to keep people in camouflage clothes out of my sight.

It is warm (wet) and even just sized on the arm is mundane.

"Hey! I'm a pretty dog, right? So many cute things to come!

Wow! and its fangs, barking adorably, had snug blood on them.

It's not a dental abscess, is it?

... right?

By the way, Dashiva seems to have forgotten her first purpose by chasing a bag of jerky flown by the wind while chasing a dead branch while chasing a rabbit while chasing a disc.

Jerky told me to come back.

Safe, no shiva.