Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

For the Pitbull clan, battle is blood tide, battle is soul.

And victory, self-evident reason.

But the reason they fight is simple.

They give victory to your husband.

And I just want the caged orders of my soul again.

I understood that when, under the throne, I wrapped a collar around Lord Barbarian's neck.

He's not just the Rabies Knights, he's the head of the Pitbull family private unit.

That's why I didn't wear a collar.

In following me, he has offered me a collar.

(... I gave up on this situation)

It was offered, a purple collar.

Exactly the same color I used to give you tied as a mouth ring.

He touched his collar and laughed a lot, offering, "Actually, there's one more thing." It's

I did.

"You shouldn't accidentally bite to death in some situations. This is a red metal mask when you look like a person."

"... that lizard looks very strong"

"It's a new one."

I let you fit it in once, but I asked you not to normally put it on the less vicious of that visual.

He takes a bunch of my silver hair and mouths it.

"The Prime Minister dedicated this country to you, and the Commander dedicated a continent to you. Then I will give you all the lives of my enemies."

Okay, let's go!

I wanted the earliest ride to chase the Dashiva kidnappers.

Master Barbarian instructs a private unit, and the 300 people who were returning soon will begin to prepare.

But I was fiercely opposed to the dogs on the spot.

Master Leonhardt has my shoulder, I beg you.

"Dear Leezelotte! The royal family is one of you. You can't just go out there!

"I'm certainly not even outside the royal palace, I've never been out. But the dog (Dashiva) is waiting for me. Now we have to pick him up. He's not the owner."

"If so! If you're going to accompany me, would you rather be the head of the Central Knights and not me as your dog candidate!?

"Dear Darius. That would be the case on reason. But I'm sorry, you can't."

- --- led by Dear Darius, because all the dogs are unbearably jealous of 'Queen's Dog Dashiva'.

No matter how much reason convinces them that they are different creatures, their emotions can inadvertently kill (or) their rivals' wackos. "I tried my best, but the dog got killed. Eh," he could come back.

The only person who doesn't have such feelings is Master Barbarian.

He doesn't even have pieces to admire his dog.

He's always looking for a fight, but really for a different purpose.

I just want him, like a royal caged order that rocks the soul of a pit bull.

"So the deputy captain is Master Barbarian."

"Well, that seems to be the case. You're welcome, my queen. You've probably figured out how to use us."

"Knock."

Very regrettable, Master Darius.

I was convinced, for once, that my eyes are overflowing with jealousy for Master Barbarian.

And I took a deep breath, and I said, "Okay." "Do you still want me to [waste dog frame] to be your dog... or do I quit my job now," he said, not listening.

Behind Pitbull's private unit, which would instead act with me, came some puppy squads (Puppies) whose return from the Yumanist Royal Castle was over, as well as Master Darius, who led the first unit.

Lieutenant Kishishu of Unit I will accompany Master Darius and help Master Leonhardt in Royal Castle with Lieutenant Tosa and Deputy Akita.

The other captains raised their hands wanting to follow, but the vast majority of the soldiers have yet to return from the Yumanist Royal Castle. Because you hit your maximum force in a short period of time to drop the Yumanist kingdom at once.

Time contends for a moment.

I am led by Master Barbarian, 300 Pitbull Private Units, 200 First Units led by Master Darius, 10 Puppy Squads, more than 500 kidnappers in total headed ahead - - I have decided to head to the Holy Land Ripa.

My brother-in-law, who rushed to drop me off with a bunch of post-war processing paperwork, waved, "Anyway, come home safe".

And now I'm running through the basement in a giant tank.

It's a vehicle of dominating all land, sea and air, but it still seems the fastest way to travel is by land.

The shortest course is to run even straight through the underground tunnels that the Fourth Squad has dug and created.

The name of the special specification tank I ride is the "Leezelotte".

Dear Peter - - If Beagle technicians don't keep in mind and dig wide across the horizontal, it's a size we can't get through.

It is made really comfortable inside. There are domed, hemispherically clear thick windows on the ceiling that are also visible with binoculars and dots on the outside. Where I sit is the couch behind the cockpit. Confectionery and juice where you can reach them when you sit. Magazines were available.

For some reason, only the monthly [Dog Road] has all the back numbers for the girl's preferred choice.

From behind the Liezelotte, a large number of troops are coming from behind the tunnel, beginning with the Puppy Squad.

What they ride is a means of travel, quadricycles, that exist outside of tanks.

From time to time, he says, "There's no way my run beats my car!" The intentional dogman runs more desperately on the side, and in butterflies it is recovered.

Darius's resentment of "your husband has other dogs in place," while feeling his gaze over the iron plate. I asked Master Barbarian in the front driver's seat.

"Dear Barbarian, I still can't solve it."

"What?

"I'm glad you guys fought for my honor and country, but I've been acting too fast since I made my decision. Why don't you do it after you get my permission to fight because of years of cause?

"Because the Queen's orders are absolute."

What he takes for granted, he laughs.

If the queen says no, she can't act, can she?

"We are more than happy to be under you, no matter how hateful your opponent may be, we will endure with one order. The Pitbull clan is a struggle because the kings of history were many pacifists.

That's why I'm thinking about creating a "royal kingdom from dogs" before the 10-year-old lady who just got here can figure out what's going on. "

If you don't notice, the dogs will defeat all that they consider to be the Queen's enemies for the Queen.

"There's no better time for pit bulls than in this day and age"

"Didn't that make the fanatics of the Yumanist kingdom start acting! How are you going to prevent the terrorist attacks that are going to happen!

"It's easy, you can kill each and every one of them"

He answered quietly.

"You can kill anything that will be the enemy of our country and our queen. What do you think there are pit bulls and rabid dog knights for? Dogs always want to be good for you. This time the blood of your enemies and our blood is all yours."

Master Barbarian, the head of the rabid dog, was above all faithful to the ideals of the dogs.

It is what is a rabid dog, a loyal dog.

This is the ideal of a rabid state.

(Here we go...... Will I continue to reign as the bloody wet queen)

I've been known for a long time as "The Head Reese," "The Galiben Kid," "The Emotionless Toddler," but I never thought the day would come when I'd be called "The Bloody Queen Falling Swinging By A Vibrant Wok During A Walk".

But questions still remain.

"Again, the invasion is too fast. I have the impression that I suddenly decided and prepared rather than prepared for it for a long time.

--Other than insulting me, was there any trigger?

He answered my question with a far-sighted eye.

- --- By the way, when I asked the same question to Master Leonhardt, I missed my thoughts.

"Uh, you had that"

"What is it!?

"You're very unspeakable at this time. Well, I'll let you know when I pick up the wasting dog and get home."

"Too bad...... Do you have a destination yet?

I, by the way, look out through a small window at the basement where the lights light up.

On the walls of the basement, where the lights light up gradually, a picture of a large bone is painted on an indicator of distance, with occasional advertising of the dining room on the ground.

If you dug here, how hungry you must have been.

Apart from indicators and advertisements, the walls depict pictures of fish, dog food, bird bones broken into meat, pork bones broken, cow bones broken, noodles in hot docks and the favorite dishes of various dogs.

If you look closely, from time to time it said "work: beagle".

"You haven't. You'll be there tomorrow morning. Don't ever be in a hurry because the advance party is after you first."

"Right...... Oh, are you two safe with the Fourth Squad that they stole the tank?

"You're the one who was pleading with Wolfhound. For a reason, there could have been the death penalty, but only the dogs in question had been exposed, and the Queen's plea for help had been heard, so she was hanged in the practice hall."

Apparently, the Fourth Knights' own traditional punishment is that they are hung in the form of dogs on the branches of The Tree of Reflection. It's a giant tree, and rarely a roped, hung wok can fall and clash against a pedestrian below, he said.

For this reason, when the sentence is being executed, the trunk of the tree will be marked with the sign "Beginning with Tsukishiko".

Suddenly, I heard a voice from above the tank.

'It's urgent information!

Looking at the transparent window above, he was a Greyhound clan member of the decree.

We normally catch up with the speed of this tank.

'At the Yumanist Castle, some mentors are carrying out suicide bombings with gunpowder that they fished and stole in salami from Puppy Squad soldier Cee Zu! "Pure human banzai!' I screamed and tried to explode, but She-Zu was damp with zero juice, and it seemed to explode in half!

"Oh, my God! Keep the damage as low as possible! And the puppies are too stolen!

"Kill?

"... just hang it for now and give him a break"

A little bit. Also, a different Mr. Greyhound said, 'It's urgent information!' And I jumped on it.

'Near the border, pure humanist fanatics set fire to nearby villages! The Knights of the Borders are available, but Captain Bulldog's old body has snagged into heat!

"Prevent the spread of damage and heat stroke in the elderly!

My worries have come true.

The fanatics are starting terrorist activity everywhere, using the Kennel Kingdom as their ideal enemy (Kanoya)!

As damage reports increase, my anxiety swells.

(Is that right, Greyhounds? Come on, let's use the transceiver!

- --- If you ask their lord later, 'Tran somehow you will never lose. Involving Greyhound's selling tickets,' you said.

And the worst information got to the top of the tank.

"The archdeacon Golton, the head of pure humanism, escaped from the custody of the second unit and fled!

We have gathered fanatics within the former Yumanist kingdom to begin preparing for a thorough antiwar! We fly all over the place saying, "Do you want to keep the sanctuary of Puritanism under the control of impure dogs?"!

"What's his current location?

"Master Lieselotte is on his way, it's the Holy Land Ripa! Looks like the tank you stole from us is being used as a means of movement!

"This is... I'm looking forward to it"

"Therefore Darius petitioned for the Queen's immediate return." Now, Queen. Something really interesting has happened. "'

Master Barbarian has blocked the sound outside the tank.

I'm laughing with my eyes narrowed like a three sun moon.

"So Dashiva has been taken away to her true home, where the fanatics of puritanism gather."

"Yeah, it looks like both the guys who were in the garrison and the advance party are being caught. We're going to have to use Pitbull a lot to help."

"... you look really happy"

Looking back correctly on his spine and looking at me, he was, unlike the usual violent atmosphere, creating a virtue of aristocratic qualities. What you see behind those eyes is quiet.

"Yeah, I'm so happy. I can offer you the flesh of my enemy."

When you get off the tank and walk a little, the distant sight is the Holy Land Ripa.

It shines in the morning burn there.

How many fanatics were hiding there in this country? Tens of thousands of people were gathered in the hills, which are sacred sites.

On the hill is the archdeacon Golton.

He is currently the head of the leaders and mentors of pure humanism and will be the ruler behind the Yumanist kingdom.

The politics of the Yumanist kingdom is made royal, but the final decisions have always been made by the archdeacons of history.

At the mentor level, they come to say, "What is impure is evil".

The idea of merely discriminating against the transformed race is the late conclusion that ran more fundamentalist.

Hence, they have historically claimed the lives of many people and have repeatedly perpetrated terrorism.

The archdeacon Golton today is supposedly particularly fond of purity.

His uncompromising rampage is about to put the Kennel Kingdom in crisis now.

I take my binoculars out of a pochette suspended in a military uniform for children, except.

The archdeacon was, unexpectedly, a young man.

He has long dark hair, hides one eye, and wears something that looks like a black priestly outfit on a reasonably well-trained body.

The back of those pitch-black eyes is deep, and I don't know what you're thinking.

Master Greyhound of the decree screams.

'One enemy after another! 10,000... 20,000... No, the enemy has crossed 100,000!

"I didn't know we were getting together this far..."

"Evacuate Master Lieselotte!

Dear Darius has expanded his puppy squad extensively against a group of fanatics gathered successively on the hill. Master Barbarian will take the lead and place a Pitbull private unit in the center.

"Your husband! Please enter the tank!

The enemy, each with a weapon.

I don't see anything like a portable turret under development in the Kennel Kingdom, but I'm confident I'll die any minute if I hit even one stone throw.

Master Darius, the dog from behind, picked me up on my back and carried me to the tank.

Unexpectedly clinging to my back and looking behind me, the fanatics are staring at me with a true face.

Even though the puppy squad is pointing a turret at me and says I'm being fanned by the Pitbull squad. It doesn't change any facial expression.

Unexpectedly, I gripped my fur hard.

(Dashiva in that...?

The first advance party to arrive has also been captured and put together in one place. In the past, he said, in such cases, for the exaltation of fanatics, they were sometimes killed by showing off.

"From the Empire and other countries and fanatics alike are gathering continuously for this hill, in response to the Archdeacon!

Some fanatics are breaking in from the borders of other countries and targeting terrorist attacks on the Kennel Kingdom Central!

The information indicates that they are going to call this battle "Jihad" and challenge us!

"What..."

I am held up by Master Darius, who has become the figure of man, and placed inside the Lieselotte, which opened the Heavenly Side.

"Dear Mr. Lieselotte, Attacks on the Kennel Kingdom are handled by Mastiff, Borzoi and Mars. Leonhardt has also responded to prevent neighboring countries from breaking into this plane, so please keep your safety safe first."

Master Darius narrows his beautiful water-colored eyes and stares at me with a stern face.

And he hugged me and kissed me nodding.

"Oh, Master Lieselotte. As your dog, I will protect you everywhere," he whispered in his ear.

Everyone else said, "Protect only Master Lieselotte!" "This life belongs to Master Lieselotte!" "Kennel Kingdom Banzai!," he exclaims.

And Master Barbarian, overjoyed by this air, commands the three hundred men under his command who brought him.

"Pitbull, this is the best situation ever! The enemy is 100,000! We're 300! Let's give the enemy's flesh to the Queen!

"" Queen (My, Pleasure)!!

A touch of instant air wraps the sanctuary and the reddish sky is filled with killing.

(Is Dashiva okay?)

I took my binoculars out of the circle of the tank's hemisphere and even checked on the hill.

Then I found it shortly.

Oh, my God.

My mostly fat firewood dog is eating snacks at the feet of the archdeacon!

Besides, those are the most advanced, dog-man fashionable snacks and bone gum gums on the continent!

Pointing your butt at me without realizing it, I'm waving my tail and obsessed with gum!

"There's Dashiva! Ladies and gentlemen, help Dashiva."

Open the window and do me a favor out loud.

but I haven't heard from you guys.

"... then I'll go in!

"" No! We're coming!

"... please, Master Barbarian!

"Yes, sir. Okay."

Hundreds of thousands of fanatics who would never rule, and more than five hundred of us, were to hang out in pure humanistic sanctuaries.