Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

The scene is the royal garden - - - - - - - Doggie court.

The victim, Dashiva, has been grabbed by thick meat and skin on her back and hung.

The killer is the Rottweiler clan.

But none of the characters around you will try to blame the killer.

Instead, they were totally excited,

"Killed, Rottweiler! '" Strangle it! Rottweiler!' 'Bite me! Rottweiler "" Hair. Go! Rottweiler!'

And I'm barking.

What a grievance trial!

Dashiva is just a very bad kid!

Among the wondrous barking stands, 'Guilty!' "Death penalty! '" Claw Cutting Sentence!' It even mixes voices.

Darius, the super giant dog, who is the head of the Central Knights (if you will), stepped forward and approached Master Glory.

'Stop it, Rottweiler. Did your brother know it was Mr. Lieselotte's dog? "

"My dog? Is something like this a decent dog?

Even you enjoy the brush you finally got after working for one continent, this guy does nothing.

Can you really be patient and watch how this guy serves the queen every day?

- Until I remind him of myself. "

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There was a little while.

Master Darius!

"Hmm. The more a man shields his weakness, the more he needs to work out. Let's have you crawl to the bottom with my fangs first. You don't have to do this anyway. Sooner or later, they will be wiped out by a serious Sheba clan working on the other continent. It's the same now that you're dead."

Sheba clan. I've never heard of it before.

You also had a clan with the figure of a firewood dog.

Indeed...... this may also be a derivative issue for the Shiva clan.

But Dashiva is really just a dog.

It's just bean wood, which I failed to use as a waste!

Look at that.

I'm freaking out and I'm taking a leak.

But more than that, you don't understand the anger around you and you're just being impatient!

(How can you make them understand)

The women begin to care even more about me with a difficult face.

"Dear Mr. Lieselotte, More than that, see. I knit my hair beautifully."

"I've used more Smiley lace ribbons. Now the trendy bone pattern is also in the accent."

"It's adorable. And this ribbon next..."

My head is getting heavier and heavier.

But it doesn't make any sense to me right now.

Mr. Teresa is worried about me, but I can't seem to find a solution.

Worried further, on his coat, Master Mars walks in with a chick while protecting his injured hind leg.

He looked up to Master Growley and spoke.

'I'm sorry, but dogs are my security, too. Will you not do anything extra?

"Don't say great things, little one. You lost to me earlier."

'Don't lick me because I'm small! You look great because you're big. This is my mission!

"Although the order would belong to the Chancellor. I am not willing to listen to anything other than what I have beaten and what the Queen has commanded."

"Then listen to Mr. Darius!

'Cause I'm not fighting straight! Doesn't matter today!

'Then Sir Pitbull...!

Master Mars looks back on Master Barbarian.

He was under a tree, round beside Master Mazo.

He put his jaw on his forefoot,

"Dog? That's a pig, isn't it? You don't have a stepfather to help you feed."

And it's like I'm not willing to ask.

The soaring 'strangle the dog' call.

(... I can't enjoy it anymore!!

I popped out of a room with a sunroom.

"Dear Leezelotte!?

"Please wait!

Dear Therese, who turned into a dog, at the door and jumps into my vandalized bedroom.

Clean up, yes, but the ceiling and bed sheets wore out with fangs and saliva.

I can't let my dog look like this.

Out on the balcony, I climbed the edge of the balcony.

And then hug it to a column that extends toward the ground, slipping down.

"" Master Lieselotte!

You can hear the women panicking.

To that voice, the dogs on the dog coat noticed panic.

"Master Lieselotte falls!

"Help the Queen!

"Somebody, get Matt!

Wow, wow, wow!!

A lot of wax pushes against the balcony.

Master Growley has also thrown out the Dashiva he was grabbing and ran.

They need to hear my opinion.

Even if I go down like this, I feel like I'm gonna end up screwing up in my fur.

I snapped and screamed at the pillars as I wore my skirt out.

"A feast!"

"" Wow!

Brilliant collaboration! You all sat back waving your tails.

... Now you're quiet.

All you have to do is get down.

That's what I thought, I looked down.

- It's too expensive.

I'm not afraid of heights, but this is beyond tolerance.

Surely this is the fourth floor?

Blurred vision, hardened hands and feet, and cold sweat flow.

"Dear Leezelotte!

Master Leonhardt comes running over as a person.

You try to pick me up with your hands wide open, but you say to him, "Deal!" and gave orders.

Reiman sits in the right seat. It's also beautiful to sit on.

Here already, I just have to mention it.

"Everybody, don't move!," he rages as if he were a semi.

I can't move either, by the way.

"Gentlemen, what do you do to my dog!

"... what, you're just ranking"

Master Growley, who disagrees weakly, is grounded.

That Mr. Nice Middle seems to be aware that he did something somewhat wrong.

"Okay? You shouldn't bully weak potatoes. Look at that."

If you point it in your jaw because you can't use both hands and feet, your gaze will concentrate on Dashiva, who is "surrendering" next to the fountain and rolling in a gobble.

"Don't bully a surrendered dog!

"You could actually pretend to surrender and be fooling around, right?

Don't you think a king who won't let dogs fight each other until they feel better in the first place is terrible?

Other nobles (not) will get hurt if they don't see it and be loved, right?

Doesn't it even seem like the king's neglect that an even more squabbled dog can't fight with other dogs?

"Isn't that just one side of the dogs," I disagree with Master Barbarian's irony.

"I hear there used to be more, more diverse ratings"

Just a few decades ago.

When there used to be a lot of royalty, they had a combination of royalty and wonkos who preferred it in various fields. This sort of ranking was also divided into many genres as well as battles.

Festival competing for various technologies and talents, [Heavenly Dog Competition (Doc Show)].

You think these were standards?

"Some shine as fighting dogs, and others act as rescue dogs.

It is normal to have one or a variety of professional dogs, as well as healing playdogs and babysitters. If the royalty is not enough, I will come to see all of your work. I will praise and scold you more, so please don't narrow your value just by your strength.

... Sir Rottweiler "

"Yes!

To my word, Master Growley will raise his face.

"If you don't win with your power, you don't have to think that you can't get close to me. Because I'm not going to turn down a dog man. Be more confident."

"Dear Lieselotte..."

He is in tears with emotion.

Here I tell you what I want to say the most.

"- - If you still say Dashiva will be jealous. I make [Dog Frames]"

I look at them with my eyes open, and I go on, "Yes, [Dog Frames]," I go on.

"I will tell you the ideal of a wasting dog.

The first thing is that you can't sell fights to anyone. Being freaked out. That it's useless. That you can't yell at your owner, but you can't even yell at a thief. Leaking all the time. Being constantly surrendering. Being good at exposing your stomach. Hands, seats, and things you can't do. And then, retarded, I can't remember what I said once, demanding jerky all the time. "

As I speak of the characteristics of Dashiva one after another as an example, wow these people are getting bluer and bluer.

I didn't even seem to think it was that bad.

The person in question, tired of the surrender pose, began to sleep in that outfit.

That's right.

I noticed.

The ideal for a canine aristocrat is [can] wonko.

Ideally, even pit bulls can [be] battled.

That's why any nobleman (wonko) can't imitate a very vain dog.

"Plus, if you have any trouble, it would be great to hide behind your owner and be a dog who wants you to protect him"

Oh, a few now, I'm in shock and I'm anemic and I'm down.

The ambulance team will collect it.

I don't care about my speech either, their professionalism is really great.

And it's time, the power of your thighs and arms is the limit.

It's time to snap on the pillars...

"Nice dogs, guys. All the dogs who can. I respect and love all the dogs who work hard. All royalty must have loved you.

But I, Lieselotte Mona Viewdeger, love the dogs too!

I scream.

I failed my dog.

But no, Sheba, no, Sheba. Sometimes I'm sincerely angry, but this is fine.

I have decided to protect this child.

Wouldn't it be nice to waste a dog!

Wouldn't it be nice to waste a dog!

... my child, wouldn't you prefer a wasting dog!

That's what everyone thinks of the world's dog owners!

"If you mean to attack Dashiva jealously, come and be a waste of your dog! I'll adore you with me. Same as Dashiva, as a bad boy!

Slipped, and my hand slipped.

Your body will be pulled to gravity.

"" Wow! "" "Dear Lieselotte!" "Your husband!

As the dogs and Master Leonhardt rushed to take me in, a glimmer of wind grabbed my collar.

When fluttered down to the ground, it lays low and awes me.

This is Master Mazo von Borzoi.

He looks relieved and gracious, staring at me.

"Thank you......"

"Dear Mr. Lieselotte, Now, if you're to be thankful, lower your back to me. You can curse thanks."

"Huh..."

'Are you anxious to be a chair in this shape? Then.'

He has become a beautiful young man whose moon is also sumptuous.

Flax colored loosely wavy hair, flax colored eyes. The outfit isn't military uniform either, it's hilarious and graceful.

And you have a worrying look on your delicate beauty, throwing your sneaky limbs out onto the ground and round.

"With this, you can rest assured that the area is bigger."

I won't let you come.

"Don't come any closer to him!

Come on! Master Leonhardt hugged me by pushing Master Mazo that

I cling to Master Leonhardt by accident.

And to Master Mazo, who complains, I promised to step on it at a later date and put this place away.

Back there, the other Borzoi clans were more likely to cry, saying, 'Don't think that's all Borzoi! I really beg you, please'.

Yeah, I guess so.

I sent them a smile with sympathy and mercy.

Starting with Lady Darius and Lady Mars, the Rabies Knights will guide the blatantly self-inflicted wolves and move them to the ambulance. Especially if you are seriously ill, you seem to have developed DOSD (Dog Scary Syndrome) at a later date and took some time to heal.

Meanwhile, Teresa and the others came down and this place had a gorgeous atmosphere.

Master Growley and the others will come to me looking like dogs.

'I'm sorry I've done so much this time...'

Besides Master Growley, the boxer, the Doberman princess, also sits with his neck down.

It's a reflective pose. They're asking me about my complexion, little by little, from the bottom.

Really today, it was a lot of noise.

But this cause is only loneliness that the royal family can't handle.

I'm going to have to take a good look at them, praise them, scold them, and give them instructions as queens.

I tell them soggy.

"Reflected? Why don't you just ram on your own now?

"Yes......"

"From now on, can Dashiva be considered as a separate frame from the rules of the dogs?

'Yes, that's a different creature than a dog man. It was my idiot who thought seriously about it.'

"Thank you. I just need you to understand."

Well, I came up with the weight of my head.

Pull out one ribbon that fastens your hair.

"Master Growley, give me your neck"

'Is this what it is?

"That's right. Yes, like this."

I stood on my knees and wrapped a smiley ribbon around Master Glowley's neck with a little knot.

He closes his eyes and touches the bow of his neck with his fearful forefoot.

'Ko, this is...!

"I don't have a collar, but I'll give it to you now if you want to calm down.

- Can you bear it?

Master Growley said, "Master Lieselotte's!," I was impressed.

Tie them the same way to the other two, and they'll be happy to spill tears.

For anyone else who wants it, I told them I would have a collar ready for them at a later date, but they said, "Master Liezelotte's ribbon is good!," you said.

"I will continue to want to live in this country. So look at this ribbon and don't get lonely and violent."

"'Yes!

And, they promised, they became people.

A little tie of ribbon around your neck.

I took the damage, keeping it to myself.

Because today, I was just looking at the dog!

… accidentally forgot the fact that the age of the lord of the aristocracy (Wonko) is higher.

... Now get back on your mind.

I speak to a muscular medium-sized dog, who sees me as a nymphomaniac under a tree.

"Master Barbarian, come here for a moment."

'Hmm, are you going to tell me too? You're a stranger, isn't the Queen? It's sweetly made. "

To him walking down on me, I pulled a lace ribbon with a retaining bone pattern out of my head.

And

"Here's what you are!

"Become, Mm."

and tied Master Barbarian's mouth with a lace ribbon.

I mean, it's a mouth ring.

Even the dogs who are surrendering are bullying. This head needs a mouth ring!

Master Barbarian, a boulder, was also unexpected for this, and he obstinately began his infidelity sleep.

Lady Grace, who saw this, was grinning with her belly at the rare appearance of her husband.

The obstinate pit bull winner also retraced the final game against Master Darius, who ended up ranking first in sequence.

Darius von Wolfhound was protected in all his positions, both as head of the Central Knights and as leader of the practically dogs.

And in my new bedroom.

For some reason, a super giant dog is rubbing on my leg.

Say, 'Now the seat of my true favorite dog is mine'.

Hi. He likes people's feet.

I stopped doing any work and began to show off the power of a pulling dog. It doesn't even make me human, it's a lot sweeter.

This can be a fight when Mr. Leonhardt, who occasionally shows his face, says it's "sloppy".

Naturally I was angry that Master Marus would not be at work, but Darius told me that I would give him the "Queen's Exclusive Guard Dog" seat, and I probably left. Is that okay? So.

And the dog of the day.

I was so hippo in the middle of this noise that I ate the grass around it and fell asleep with my stomach down.

It was a life-threatening noise for him today, but he seems to have completely forgotten it after a while.

No, Sheba......

Snakefoot, but Dashiva has been given a new clan name since this day.

"Da Siva". Also known as the Waste Firewood Clan.

It is a title given by the Shiva clan, stationed on a conquered continent.

The point is, "Don't come with me," right? I understand.

Thus, the noise of the Wanted Wolves in the Royal Palace is over.

My studies as a royal have also become full-fledged.

My brother-in-law is expected to be belly black and head spinning by Master Leonhardt to learn a variety of things, especially as a small surname.

I'm not going to lose either. It's the days when you read a lot of books and ask questions to tutors.

Such an arrow tip.

The biggest country on the continent, an Imperial messenger, came.