Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

Ranking dogs -.

They have a long history with this.

Ancient. In a colony of dogs, the men kept order by choosing the fighting and strong dogs, and further creating sequences underneath them. Anyway, they're an intense vertical society. Instead, you wouldn't have been anxious if it wasn't clear which part of society you were in.

They resisted violently when a nation that worships pure humanism began to oppress a race that could later take on the appearance of a beast on the old continent.

It's not because I was discriminated against.

Because the royalty of each nation was not an owner worthy of obedience.

Then what are the criteria to follow?

When I hear this, in my homeland, people return a variety of answers.

Good distribution of wealth. Powerful. It is fascinating. It acknowledges me -.

But what about the case of dogs?

Previously, I asked Prime Minister Rei, the primary guardian.

He replied with a big, blooming smile, "Do you think that would be something you want to be with?"

It was too abstract to be a good idea, so I checked with my brother-in-law,

"Does that mean you're gonna want it to be okay when you see it?

and returns even more troubled answers.

The groove of understanding lying between people and dogs is just something that is still deep and unclear.

Wow, giggy, bauuuuu.

Right now, at Docklan Court, Wonko is getting into a mess and fighting.

The attack on Master Darius in particular is intense, but he only kicks the dog involved, with his forelegs and tackles, without changing his complexion.

"It's sloppy, Sir Wolfhound! I want us to brush, too, and I wanted to be scolded!

"Shut up, Rottweiler."

"What is that collar!... I'm gonna ram you! I'll smash the fountain!

'It's too much. Sleep tight, boxer.'

"I'll put my footprints on Master Lieselotte's skirt! I'm gonna be absolutely pissed! Banzai! '

"Still a family of guard dogs, Doberman"

The three families, who have mentioned sequence strife, are obsessively involved many times.

Each time, while there's a wok that gets blown away,

"I don't like the sequence being inferior anymore. Defeat the Rabies Knights and be more beside Master Lieselotte!

"Why? I want to be!

And some of them are just rambling.

If that's the case, I'll surrender with one word from Master Barbarian: 'I don't care, I'll bite you to death'.

But if you surrender and 'you haven't broken your heart yet' bites, the Central Knights ambulance will collect them.

By the way, their official name is Unit Eight.

They say that it is made up mainly of women and that the wounded lords, in particular, still try to fight, efficiently recover by stabbing a stop and treat them in ambulance facilities.

They've never had a dead man this way before, but it's tragic.

(Oh, there's a scream from the ambulance team who bit me, "Cheeky")

But is this civil unrest......

At least, I know they want me to be okay and they're rambling.

It is understandable that this behavior is too stressful.

The sight of the dog coat looking down from the sunroom that lays under your eyes is just a fight between the dogs.

I have bumped my body, intertwined, stripped my teeth for ears, feet, throat and stomach.

But one question...

"Why, you all must be one-on-one. Will it also be fought in the form of dogs"

Teresa, the mundane dog I hold, answers.

"That's the dog man's aesthetic."

- --- Let's go back a little bit.

"Dear Leezelotte!? How could you be here!

"Mr. Teresa! Are you ok!?

I was taken by Master Leonhardt to a room with a view of the doggie court.

That's where the balcony is like a sunroom.

It's made of toughened glass, and they say it's okay to hit a rock. A speaker is installed to make the outside sound even better.

I didn't know there was such a place near a vandalized bedroom.

Several women were sitting on the sofa on the balcony as I walked into a room protected by a female guard in a hug. One of them is Mr. Teresa.

She looked like a dog, with a bandage around her head and neck.

It's painful and I jump right off Master Leonhardt's arm and onto her.

"I heard you got hurt!

'It's okay. A little like this will cure you.... Sorry for your concern. More than that, why is Master Leese here... what do you mean, Golden Retriever?'

"This is an important ranking. The Lord must see it through."

Teresa said, "Tell Master Leezelotte to see such a sight! He's only ten years old!," he argued, one woman stood up.

"You don't have to have a woman in a man's fight. That crazy guy. Come on, make up your mind..."

A beautiful woman dressed in a stunning embroidered dress with long brown, sarcastic hair flowing backwards and on a graceful, tall limb sits beside me hugging Mr. Teresa.

Dear Grace Corey von Pitbull,

She says she's a civilian in this country.

Besides, she was Mrs. Barbarian's wife.

She's from the Cory clan and already has two children between her and Master Barbarian.

She doesn't like to fight.

I mean, most aristocratic women in dogs don't like to fight, and their interests are geared towards' children '.

"Parenting," "Making a country where children grow up (no)," "Agriculture (under rice)/Commerce (under rice)"

and they are involved in the operation of various countries with the aim of "creating an environment where children can easily grow up".

We have also heard that their power was great when this country was quickly rebuilt.

It is, of course, their intention that Mr. Teresa be asked to serve in the Royal Palace and be led by a samurai.

"No, well, even if they say so..." said Master Leonhardt, retreating his legs a little.

Hi. She doesn't seem to like it.

Leave me a message while you run away from getting into Lady Grace's sight as much as possible.

"Dear Leezelotte, The Central Knights, led by Darius, are gathering the rampaging dogs on the dock run court right now. I'll let you settle there, so please keep an eye on me from the balcony. I'll leave Bud to not be a bad hostage, either. All the women here are highly capable of protecting you.

As long as you don't get out of the room, you won't be buried in a treasure hole by overly impressed dogs. "

"... what is a treasure hole?

much, Master Leonhardt's gaze shook and said, "... because we are dogs. If it's too important, it's inadvertent, well, that, yeah," clouds.

There, Master Grace laughed dull,

"I mean, there are dogs who bury whatever they want," he told me...

Huh?

Me, will I be buried!?

"It's okay," whispers Lady Grace, touching my cheek with her hands like a white fish, stunned.

"There's no man who can beat us if it's to protect our children. Don't worry, stay here."

"Leave it to me"

"We're on the side of the kid"

"Man is such a bite."

High ranking aristocratic women with family names like Poodle, Setter and Bernard also surrounded me one after the other and started messing with my hair and clothes.

"She's adorable." "Would you like some sweets? There are luxury sweet bones." "Let me change my clothes," he says one after another.

Is this okay with me?

Or, in a way, is it going to be putting them in place?

"Then I will settle it quickly," said Master Leonhardt, looking at me as a flirtatious person who had settled down with Mr. Teresa in his arms, leaving.

"If it's the quality of fur, you can't beat it," he muttered.

Actually, he, too, participates in sequence noise.

Now that the noise has grown, you decided to quiet down the rambling central dogs for now, then make it a tournament method and fight in the main men of the Royal Palace?

A male society of dogs is a society of strength.

You don't think that the status of prime minister can also be recognized, no matter how great the policy is, if it's not an individual with a lot of power? It's very hard with men......

"Come on, no, Mr. Bud won't go"

"I am still a newcomer and I am now weak, so I will be studying for the future. I would like to help the Chancellor in the future, focusing on post-war processing. (Oh and more. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna keep running off on clerical only.)"

Looks like my brother-in-law decided to take a good position in the corner of the room and erase his presence.

Meanwhile, ladies will continue to mess with me, mainly Lady Grace.

Teresa has asked me to smile bitterly as she says, 'Please deal with them because you are all hanging out'.

"I would like Master Lieselotte to live more peacefully and be plumper and healthier."

"Master Lieselotte, there's cake too."

"It's a popular brand for girls, but I think the pity of this race is perfect for Master Lieselotte."

"I wouldn't be stuck watching a man fight. Let's embroider it here."

It's fun to be surrounded by women with woes, but the feuds between the men below never end.

Currently, instead of the men who are no longer there because of the sequence feud, it seems that the dogs women are cutting up the operation of the country. You think it's a good thing in a canine society?

(When I got back from the fight, I was out of work, oh my god, that sounds like it)

That. Speaking of which.

I have noticed the absence of a pivotal being.

"By the way, what happened to Dashiva?

……

The women have turned a blind eye.

What's wrong!?

Teach me gently as Master Grace rubs my silver hair.

"Dear Mr. Lieselotte, How old is that punk?

"Um, I came when I got to the point, so are you about seven years old now? Forty-four years old where you say in the dogman...... is it?

Master Grace smiled beautifully,

"A good old adult dog can protect himself as much as he can. You don't have to look," he says cold.

Huh. What does that mean?

"That's right, you're a waste of dog for grown-ups," "Really, you're a waste of dog," and "I wish I was doomed to useless waste dog," you hear noisy words.

Unexpectedly looking up at Mr. Teresa, she tells me with a bitter smile.

'We women, too, are basically dogs. A lot of adult dogs are angry with Mr. Dashiva.'

"But Dashiva is not a dog man. It's a dog, isn't it?

'... there are no dogs on this continent that can't take a human face at all. We really look at it overlapping ourselves. I can't help it.'

(No way Dashiva is...... being taken to the court below!?

Having a horrible imagination, I sent my gaze to my brother-in-law, who was reading the magazine [Dog Road] in the corner of the room.

My brother-in-law will look up.

And he sent back a gesture of 'Pray for the Best of His Blessings' with one hand.

My brother-in-law!

While my anxiety grew, the garden outside became even noisier.

Originally the dog coat (dog running garden) was created for the royals to love the way Wonko plays.

By the time there were still a lot of royalty, there seemed to be a variety of uses for those who loved loviness, those who loved the bravery of the struggle, those who competed together to enhance each other

And since I came, the only royalty.

This place has a completely colloquial atmosphere.

A dog hissing into a space that stretches far and away.

Half of them were already injured.

Dragged legs, bandaged, blood solidified in fur...... Occasionally, he says, 'That one's hiding and seriously injured. Let's stab a stop,' he said, to be recovered by the medical unit.

But nothing horrible has happened like the limb defect I initially imagined.

I could understand that they had quite a few rules.

In a particularly large space overlooking the sunroom, two dogs were on their way to each other looking like dogs.

The ranking contest, which at some point was in tournament form, was already semi-finals. Master Darius has already lowered Master Gray to advance to the final frame.

Master Gray regrets it, but seems convinced.

Five or fewer places have already been decided, and on a large message board placed in the fountain, in strangely shiny letters,

Fifth Place: Mars von Marchez

Sixth place: Apollo von Great Den

Seventh Place: Leonhardt von Golden Retriever

Eighth place: Lyoma von Tosa

Ninth Place: Rascal von Malamut

10th Place: Mazo von Borzoi

… hereinafter, it is said to be hard up to a hundred places.

The boulders are captains of the Rabies Knights. The title was not Dada.

Lyoma von Tosa, deputy captain of the first unit and substantive captain, has also been awarded the prize.

Plus, Master Leonhardt has won a subtle prize!

Let me see your bravery, but I'm surprised you weren't just an unusual beauty.

Dear Mars of Great Good Fight, full of creativity, but Nico and I laughed.

"Now I won't let you get in the way of my escort dog mission! 'And I'm straining my chest.

Until now, many nobles seem to have interrupted their work due to jealousy.

But Dear Mazo von Borzoi......

Sure, who was revealed to be the captain of the Sixth Unit.

That name is going to dig up memories you should have forgotten, and it's very chilly.

Sitting under a tree, quietly sitting in a truly elegant atmosphere, he whines, 'Foot mat…', sending a glimpse at me.

I'll make sure I don't see it again.

Currently fighting are Master Glory von Rottweiler and Master Barbarian.

Both are powerful jaw owners.

"Kid, don't be proud because you're young and you're in charge. We approached the queen instead of Rottweiler, didn't we?"

'Why don't you just go if you want me to? Don't bark greatly at me for losing to the guards and dispersed losers anyway.'

"What!? It's a mix of pit bulls. Don't think you can beat us for a reason!

"There's no point in history. The point is which is stronger."

"You... defeat you and Darius' boy and I will get the strongest dog seat! And sweeten the queen!

"Silly. If you want to be sweet to the queen, you can attack her from the beginning. It's the pinnacle of stupidity waiting to be heard!

(No, don't attack me)

My penetration won't even make it, and the two clash.

But the battle was for a moment.

Master Barbarian was a footwork not commensurate with his muscular, heavy physique, gently taking a mount position with Master Glowley.

He snuck downstairs and instantly broke Mr. Glowley's axial leg, exposing him to his neck.

Master Growley didn't seem to understand what the hell was going on.

Master Glory barks at the dangerous person who has been declared victorious by Master Barbarian and tries to return home at leisure. But that's the howl of a loser. The winner ignores anything and leaves.

Master Growley said, "Don't be ridiculous, it's another battle!," he yelled back at the way people looked (he's a nice middle fighter). Hi. He looks stubborn.

And Master Barbarian to be ignored.

But here.

The stubborn Master Growley acted unexpectedly.

"If this happens, it's the only way," said Master Glory, who looked down at me and was in a hurry, giving instructions to the clan's.

What was brought in there - it was Dashiva!

"Dashiva!?

I stood up and stuck to the window.

Under the glass window, my wooden dog is being grabbed by a dog man who took the figure of a person and hung from the skin on his back!

A limb without the power to hang out. It's a completely undesirable way to hold it!

The dogs, who were more or less settling in their own ranks, were at once killer in his appearance.

"I hear he gets a brush every day from the queen for his dog-wasting habits and lives in the same room," he said. "He didn't take part in this sequence fight, he was playing ball with the bluff," he said.

He circles his tail with "Ki-yu," but that's the face that you definitely don't understand.

Master Growley screams.

"Dear Leezelotte! I couldn't be the strongest!

I wanted to be the strongest and serve you! I regret it!

... but this is a dog-man decision. Let's have some tears here...... but!

Master Growley's murderous gaze hits Dashiva.

Easy to vibe, he says, "Cane!" and I leaked my pee.

More blood vessels emerge at that appearance, Master Glowley.

"This guy hasn't done anything! I didn't do anything! Rather as pointless as it exists! No, I'm pissed off just watching! Let me at least fight this guy and realize that he's below me!

Oh, my God.

If you do that, the extremely weak Dashiva is a blood festival in an instant!

I panicked.

"Hey, let me stop!

"Queen."

Master Grace will stop me.

"Dogs are still angry things just to watch. Far from the ideal of a dog man. Shouldn't this place still be a battle and the dogs be knocked down once and for all?

"You can never just be defeated. Isn't that right!

It's been outrageous.

Dashiva, it's pinch.