Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

I run through the garden with my notebook in my chest and held up by Master Mars.

Behind you, Master Yoch and his brother-in-law run and continue. As it is, they say we will take refuge in an underground shelter hidden in the royal palace.

White smoke was rising all over the place and the royal palace was in a fuss.

"Terrorism!

"Where's the killer!

"It seems a terrorist posing as a supplier at the store planted a massive pepper bomb (Megana crush) in [good puppy toothed bone gum] and [triggered mumps] and detonated it!

"Who is the deceitful purchasing rep!?

"You're someone from the Fourth Squad anyway! Ugh, there's smoke...... CAN!

"Uh, me. I like biting that gum desperately. Hey, Chihuahua."

'Of course we all like it! So don't buy a lot with purchasing all over the royal palace...... ah! Puta, please give me back my pork bones.'

"You guys get to work! Oh, ho, ho."

Can-can-can-can-can-can!

Bone gum and triggers have exploded everywhere, and the wolves with strange noses are suffering and falling!

There is a loud voice from Master Jose in the distance.

"Everybody, evacuate outside! Don't smoke! Unlock the gas mask vault we have everywhere!

"The sixth Captain Borzoi is down! It says [high heels] with fingerprints on the sand, but this is a DIING MESSAGE......!?

"Stab the stop! Okay? Sure, sure!

The eighth unit with a gas mask is the one that holds the nose in the dog and carries the rolling people.

With not enough stretchers, I was running with a small dog down on both arms.

On the way is the large garden of the royal palace.

There's also been an explosion in the royal palace's ambulance, bringing patients out one after the other. Far away, Master Jose, captain of the eighth unit, is directing you out loud.

Dogs are the ones with really sensitive noses.

My body and mind are so stubborn, but my sense of smell is too sharp sometimes makes me weak.

In my country, Dashiva was stuffy accidentally stealing the chili in the kitchen. But that's not comparable.

The composition of pepper bombs (me-na crushed) is not only peppery, but dogs contain large quantities of irritants at levels that are poisonous, and when inhaled in large quantities, they have the same level of effect as poisonous gases.

Depending on how you inhale... you're going to lose your sense of smell, the next most important thing to them in life.

Master Jose said.

He said it was "the same thing that life lacks, losing the sense of smell that sniffs and divides your loved ones".

"What..."

I can't hide my shock at that so tragic sight.

Master Yorch finished his communication behind him.

"He said the killer was caught.

Apparently, it was more of a demonstration that simply attacked the heart of the Kennel kingdom to boost the brand of the Pure People sect [True and Pure People] than to say it targeted the next Queen.

'Now we're over Golton,' he shouts, 'but Captain Corgi of the Fifth Squad is stopping us from managing to just kill ourselves.

The captain led the first unit and went to track down his home base.

We are now in the Royal Palace with the Eighth Unit, the Fourth Unit, the Sixth Unit. "

"Corgi... I won't forgive you if you succeed in committing suicide"

"Dear Mars, please put it down! I come to help the Eighth Squad!

To my screams in my arms, he stops perfectly.

I have just passed by, and I ask you to show me where the Eighth Corps will fight.

But he stayed put.

He glanced down at me with his big eyes stranded by his long eyelashes.

It will hang with rusty, white hair.

"Something could explode again."

"I want to help. I would be more resistant to irritant odors than all of you, so I'm fine!

"Oh no. I'll help you too."

"But come on, your husband's safe is more important."

I desperately persuade Master Mars to strengthen his arms and start walking.

"There is no certainty in this world! In fact, isn't the royal palace being done now!... then the same thing as a shelter.

Master Yoch assured me that the killer was no longer there.

What we do now is not about hiding!

To help the fallen, to be beside them. "

I ramble in my arms.

Thin arms but not detaining at all.

"Dear Mars, please! I want to do something for you at all......!

When he asked desperately for both hands together, he hesitated a little... please accept.

Gently lower it to the ground like a treasure.

"... your husband already! If you ask me, I'll be glad to hear it, already!

And he looked down at me like he was blindfolded, and he kissed me lightly on the forehead.

Pushed to never leave me, I headed to the scene again.

The four of us arrived in a different large garden than Docklan Court.

It was the front yard.

The ambulance in the royal palace also stinks of pepper bombs (Megana crumbs), making it unusable.

What was there was a bittersweet look on one side of the garden.

Some of them are confused and in critical condition.

I ran over to a big beautiful woman in the center who gave me acne and instructions.

"Dear Jose! I'll help!"

"Queen!?

"Your husband! Why don't you hide from me! Marchese, you must be a guard dog!

"'Cause come on, Mr. Golden Retriever. If your husband is serious, there's no way he can say no to us."

One of the many patients, stuffy and painful, was mixed with Master Leonhardt!

I'm lying tight and putting a cloth dipped in my mouth.

With his notebook in his apron dress pocket and rushing to the side, he has weakly closed his eyes and apologized.

"Dear Leonhardt, are you okay!?

"I'm sorry. Instead of preventing the incident, it hit the bomb...... I'm disqualified as Prime Minister, Kush!

"I can't. Don't even! A case is a case because you can't predict it for a long time! Dear Jose!"

"Okay. Then distribute the cloth immersed in this liquid to the seriously injured in that row. It relieves neuropathy caused by intense irritant odors."

"Yes!"

I ask Master Leonhardt and Master Jose both of you to hand out a cloth stained with the cure to those who are lying down. For those who cut weak and can't move their arms, place the cloth on their noses instead and give them a rub on their back.

"Good luck. I'm sure it'll get better."

"Queen......"

The only thing I can do is desperately encourage it.

My brother-in-law, along with Master Yoch, seems to have headed for the task of getting smoke out of the building, possibly containing irritants (dust bumps).

"Cun......"

"Good luck"

"Queen, I want that corner next! My parents take care of me, but some of my parents have been hit too!

Cushions were placed on soft lawns where Master Jose instructed and the puppies lay down.

In fact, the main aim of the terrorists is, children.

By planting a bomb on a treat popular with children, we targeted the royal palace's childcare facility!

They tried to damage our hearts by beating weak and small things and despairing of the future.

How despicable!

This way, pure reason they brag about, doesn't exist at all!

Parents are desperately nursing the puppies who lie on their big, puffy bellies and suffer from Kushkushkevkev.

On the other hand, the eighth unit takes care of children whose parents have also been hit, children whose parents are on distant business trips and have not returned.

I interacted in it and put a cloth on each and every one of them.

One Pomeranian girl comes with weak eyes like candy balls.

"Ri Taro..."

"Reese is fine."

Put a cloth on her and gently stroke the brown fluffy fur.

But her expression remains cloudy.

Lick my palm with a trembling little tongue and lay your neck straight on the cushion.

The smell of a bomb and the sound of an explosion caused it to wiggle through your brain, which means you can't stop feeling dizzy or nauseous.

"Why, I'm sad. Because, Ri, you're here. I don't know what it smells like.

Ki-yu, ki-yu.

The puppies around them also start ringing in unison, "Ri Sa's, I don't smell you," he said.

I manage to get up and "Mr. Reese......" Yota Yota. I rush up and pick up the fat puppy with my body and feet, gently stroking it to calm me down, trying to smell it.

It hurts my chest so bad how desperately it knocks on my chest.

"We diagnose that Master St. Bernard will be cured in a while. I'm sure it'll heal soon."

But the puppies keep ringing.

'But what if it doesn't work?

"I still don't know what Mom and Dad smell like..."

I may not be able to find you.

'Cause you don't have to be cool! I want to smell you right now.

A large puppy in my hand burst my hind leg and wept.

"I'll stroke as much as you like in my palm...... oh yeah. Master Mars. Don't you have scissors?

"I wish I could use a knife."

I borrowed a smaller knife from him for throwing and grabbed one of my silver hair.

Keep the blade on and cut.

"Master, what!?

"I'll give it to the kids. I'm not supposed to give you my clothes."

"You can't have more hair!

"I don't know about that. I'm not listening."

That said, as much as I don't pull, Master Leonhardt knows.

And......

I, too, was beginning to understand the behavior of all the mad dogs and ordinary dogs.

I give the puppies desperately wanting to smell me a few pieces of cut hair at a time.

To a little Pomeranian girl, a big boy with legs.

Lots of puppies that were on the spot.

Everyone has their eyes wide open.

"Ri, it's yours!

'Awesome! I don't even have an old lady!

'Glad to hear it!'

'I'll make it something because I did!

"Fine, my child..."

I tell the puppies I'm thrilled.

"Okay? Your nose will definitely get better. Then remember my smell with this. They're all my good wolves."

"'Yes!

I stroked all the puppies who would give me a good reply, although my body would be hard.

On the side, please help Mars with his smile.

I kept seeing my puppies that day until they settled down.

The trauma given to the young mind will not disappear so easily.

But at that time, I want you to remember me a little bit and get the power to work hard again.

That's what I think.

In a bed in the middle of the night, look at the notebook and think.

My father's thoughts I've never seen. And thoughts of my admiring puppies.

————— The look of bitterness.

(Is that how Pure People are divided [True/Pure People])

The archdeacon, who still tried to martyr in his teaching, understood reason better.

But every time I hear about the other destructive activities of the True and Pure People, I find their motives to suck.

"I want to be praised in my organization"

"It soothes my chest to see how people who don't like it suffer"

"I'd rather let you follow me with fear of violence than convince me of the conversation"

I guess they don't want to be great believers.

I just want to be a "cowardly person tells me it's awesome" believer.

So from the weaker ones with more certainty, shake and enjoy.

-----This stuff isn't religion.

A cruel child just uses religion as a shield because he wants to satisfy his feelings of abuse and superiority.

"... unforgivable"

I cannot contain the anger that spills from the depths of my heart.

"To my dogs, what do you do!

I held my fist, and I was ready.

I swear my notes to my chest.

I already quit getting lost halfway.

You need to encourage [reflection] on those who harm our children!

From there for a few days-----.

I flew home, captains, and Master Leonhardt.

And we had a meeting with all the upper management.

Key executives lined up at long desks in conference rooms. It's what everyone looks like.

Military men wear collars and ministers wrap lace ribbons around their necks.

Yeah, I'm used to this sight already.

I'm used to it.

While I was surprised by my changing attitude towards other countries and religions, he was in full agreement.

Anyway, it was the children who were targeted.

There is no need for forgiveness, which is unanimous in that.

At that rate we began to ring out to ourselves asking us to give orders more vigorously, to scold, to tread around, but all of them (especially at the end) were politely resigned.

The idea of a hole full of ten-year-olds is reinforced by my tutor, Dr. Schnauzer, Director of the Kennel Kingdom Policy Institute, and the Archpriest of Apso.

Especially when you say, "Excellent with a really nasty operation! The queen has a really tight personality. Come on! It doesn't make sense to just kill him!," praises the Doctor and the Institute for their applause.

Why don't you feel complimented?

Thanks to him, during the annexation of the Yumanist kingdom, we did not have to be attached to the Empire. Integration is progressing without safe border incursions.

I hear that royalty had terrible heavy taxes and repression.

Their home base, identified by the Darius and the others, is a remote island.

It was off the coast of the former Yumanist kingdom, located under the Kennel kingdom.

If you look at the map, it's not far from the island where Dashiva is working hard on her diet.

With a touch of anxiety, I asked Master Darius to select an elite force from all armies.

I would also ask for the maintenance of the Lieselotte.

(Dashiva...... might annoy you a little. But this is also the responsibility of those who keep multiple heads. You work hard, too)

I telegraphed Diet Coach Yoshimne.

————— By the way, a telegram refers to 'a report by one of the best sprinters in the Greyhound clan as early as electric shock'.

They have complained by force, but to religion, it is religion.

I'll take advantage of him.

"Is Master Dashiva safe?!? 'To the Archdeacon Golton, who has sent a letter that

"Are you okay... are you okay... I think you're okay... If you want to make sure, show your face to the shores of the former border"

And I replied politely.

I then added, "Depending on your attitude towards me, you may never see Dashiva again," as well.

Such a fold.

The Duke of Hynuwelle of the Empire has come to pay his respects.

"That was touching my thin green forehead," he greets me with a real pity.

But our eyes aren't laughing at each other.

In my case, I'm not laughing at my face either.

The hungry empire is always after our gaps.

"Again, in terms of your crisis management abilities, our empire is better. My brother says, 'To counter terrorism, let's lend imperial soldiers to border guards'. How about that?"

"Fine. We have enough soldiers in our country."

"But racially...... wouldn't you be weak if you were poked at a dog man's weakness? Like this one.

It seems like the best way to bring more races together like ours and let the dragon man take control. "

There's nothing wrong with that.

"Hmm. So how are you going to take action against true and pure humanistic terrorism?

The duke, stripped of the mask that seemed good to people, who was showing it in the beginning, looks at this one provocatively.

I make that gaze look good and smile lightly.

"From now on, it's just me and the dogs playing a little bit. Never mind."

Here, Master Leonhardt said, "The terrorists are on their way there too. Instead, the fan activity is taking place in Imperial Capital," I gave you the lie information and drove it all back.

I changed into a black, purple, silver military uniform and said "I'll be there" to Mr. Teresa.

She bows her head deeply and drops it off.

"Please be safe."

"Yes, Mr. Teresa, too. All patients, please."

"I understand."

When I left the room, there was a rugged Darius von Wolfhound, dressed brilliantly in military uniform, waiting on his knees.

Behind it are the captains of the Central Knights.

Captain Mastiff, 2nd Squad Captain; Great Den, 3rd Squad Captain; Malamute, 4th Squad Captain; Corgi, 5th Squad Captain; Borzoi, 6th Squad Captain; Greyhound, 7th Squad Captain; St. Bernard, 8th Squad Captain.

They are equally on their knees and on their faces.

Chancellor Leonhardt von Golden, Master Retriever, behind-the-scenes, watch over me with gentle eyes.

"Dear Darius. You are the leader of the Knights of the Mad Dogs."

"Yes."

"I entrust you, the leader dog, with all the guidance I lack."

"Yes."

"I believe in you. And I believe in you guys too...... so let's put this on"

When I give instructions to Master Mars, who I will refrain from beside, he will pass over one of the three great royal deities.

It was a bunch of white leather strings.

Breathtaking people.

Master Gray von Mastiff, captain of the second unit, is unintentionally squealed.

"Well, that's the goddess' Wow Lead '!

Yes. This is Reed.

It's a walking string.

No matter what obstacles you have, no matter how far away you leave your owner, it's the ultimate lead that ensures you can connect to the collar and feel your husband's presence!

The tip of the white leather string has metal to scratch on the collar.

Made in the days of the predecessors, this has always connected the dog to the royal family.

"Now, make sure you never leave my reins"

When I told them, they answered me with the best smile.

"Yes! Your husband!".

I watched them gently as they wept, and called on Master Darius first.

I'll sit back in front of me, on the red collar of a tough big man, and I'll hang the lead metal.

Kachiri

The moment I heard that sound.

Master Darius seemed desperate to bear something that distorted his neat face and crept up.

Keep it up with each of the captains, hang with the lead.

When it was all over, I had eight string handles.

"Now you're ready. I will always be with you. So..."

I took a deep breath and proclaimed it big.

"Gentlemen, it's a walk!

Then let the fools [reflect] on their hearts!

"" Yes! Queen (My, Pleasure)!

"All our lives are with Master Lieselotte"

They turned into dogs and started howling.

Stirred by that voice, howling takes place all over the royal palace.

The sound overlaps and becomes a great chorus.

-----That voice was enough to complain to my brother-in-law at a later date, "I thought my colleague would suddenly scream out and break my ear".

Master Leonhardt, who had been proud to watch them howl, also turned into a golden dog at the end and barked at the royal palace sky.

-... but.

Come on, let's go! And the brave excitement subsided a little, and I returned to me.

White leather strings on your fine collars.

It's a ten-year-old girl holding it.

I felt fluttered and dizzy and put my hands on the hallway floor.

"... let's not take a walk"

Lady Leonhardt hastily told me that the reins would change transparently.

My readiness and determination almost vanished like a bubble.