Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

Golton, the archdeacon (the shitty one) swimming in the momentum of cracking the ocean for his beloved bastard.

Ahead of that, Damn Sheba was stunningly caught deciding on an acrobatic move.

One or a person who is unknown in age and gender and needs a psychiatric test.

One or human conversion age - about 44 years old male. No dogs.

Pure humanistic executives posing from time to time in an attempt to burn that figure in their eyes.

Kennel Kingdom side sending even raw warm gaze.

I'm struck by the bond between the two of you ————— I won't do it at all, but it's a big deal!

(Still, what a wickedness among my dogs! You're too good at backstroking someone else's nerves!

I looked back at all the dogs and begged them.

"Help Dashiva with the Archdeacon!

…………

They are reluctant. I'm not willing to move.

So when I looked desperately at Lady Darius and Lady Gray...... they turned out to be male youth and a dandy old uncle, looking very refreshed and looking at the sea.

The turret of the tanks is oriented towards the island.

A man, who remained silent, narrowed his eyes and looked at the island,

"If we wipe out the island now... don't you think the world will be much neater"

And they're asking!

"Rejected!

"But it is. Isn't this a great opportunity (opportunity)? Can we get everyone out of the way and get rid of them? If only Kishu and Akita could escape... you should."

To Master Gray!

"You shouldn't! This is not an opportunity (opportunity) for all dogs! It's a crisis (pinch) in our country!

"Well...... but hey"

"That's right."

Even Master Jose and Master Mars!

I finally understand that if the archdeacon dies, it will be a mess.

But for Dashiva, it's like a parallel line.

You guys really can't do "no dog".

Especially when "dogs" are "dogs" they don't seem to...

I treaded hard on white sand with my boots.

"What's wrong with your idiot! Isn't she cute? It's true that the evil between them is also a dish in heaven...... Ladies and gentlemen, I hate Dashiva too much for pure people-like!

"'Cause there won't be one."

"None."

"No, you don't."

"Why not?"

"You can't be my dog without a single shard of Porch-like"

Mr. Gray, who put his arms together, commented with a face that was natural.

Porch.

Certainly the name came up in the history I learned in tutoring...... Epic Dog Man.

"Is it Master Porch...? Of the first king, Dear Ial, of your dog?

"Master Left. Historically, a dog is a really special position.

Even this hectic Wolfhound has been trying to seep as much blood as possible with his predecessor Abel's dog since he was a puppy.

In the first place we were taught at home from a young age as much as possible with a wonderful dog like Porch, "

'It's urgent information!

In the middle of Mr. Grey's story, Mr. Greyhound of the decree runs in as he jumps up white sand.

At the same time, you hear an explosion from the sky.

"Master Barbarian of Pitbull has brought here the terrorists caught on the continent and the islands!

'Hey, Wolfhound. All of these guys skipped dinner and got a lot bigger, but some of them are still loud, so I'm gonna throw them on the island now. Nice,' she said!

"No -!

It was five tanks that appeared over the far island.

It hangs something like a big bag against a bright blue sky background.

Those little lumps are terrorists!?

We're going to throw them on one island after another!

Now a different Mr. Greyhound comes running all over the white sand.

"From Master Pitbull: 'Ah, it's neat. Can't we all kill after that? Are we going to take the meals of our fellow islanders, or are we going to eat them together? I'm leaving because Pitbull doesn't have the job he deserves. If I find it again, I'll send it'!

"Before you do that, you need to listen to me!

"You can't. He only moves with" terrible orders given with an absolute zero smile, "like before."

"What kind of order! I tell you, I smiled affectionately then!

"Ha."

Dear Darius's careless reply.

That face, you don't believe me at all!

Before my complaint arrives, the flying tank leaves.

Oh, no more!

He was the first dog to keep Wow Reed on!

Gacri and weak, I thanked everyone in the decree as I shook the white handles of my hips.

Is that so, Mr. Greyhound?

Without a transceiver, how did you deliver an empty Barbarian-like dialogue?

- - Later, from the head of the Greyhound clan,

"We can't just lose to the radio guys. What, you just have to keep a few people waiting for an empty tank and fall to the ground if you have to," you explained.

Of course, descent is forbidden in the future.

slightly after piles of terrorists fell on the island in bags

"You unbeliever (anti-Dashiva fan)! Confess now! Let him confess to death!

And I heard him arriving on the island.

Correctly from the transceiver that Master Jose has.

The connection will be between the two Japanese dogs.

"Yes! What happened to Master Kishu and Akita?!?

Dear Jose, please compile the information from the transceiver.

That island still seems to be in a difficult situation.

"This comm plane is connected to Sir Kishoo.

--Thank you. The terrorists who cut off the food supply seem to have caught me chasing them.

But lightly, I was delighted to be caught by the smell of terrorist mobile food.

Sir Kishou said, 'The situation is hopeless. We are all over ourselves just avoiding enemy attacks. I'm hiding in the shade of a jungle tree (wondering if a wasting dog could kill me by terrorism soon) to see how it goes. I will protect Master Dashiva and the Archdeacon and withdraw from the island whenever possible,' you are telling me. "

"Oh, my God! Dashiva............! Gentlemen...!

"You seem to be experiencing a lot of injuries too... It's not funny to just die by the terrorists, so let me come first. I'm also concerned about the health of the two Japanese dogs. Is that good? Sir Wolfhound."

There Master Gray raised his hand with his deputy, Gentleman von Pitbull.

"Follow Non as well. Are you ready? Gentleman."

"Ha! To my brother's disrespect, let me wipe it out with my actions!

Gentleman, who is Dear Barbarian's brother, is anyway ashamed of his brother's disrespectful words and actions and private forces, and argues that Pitbull should only be active within the Rabies Knights.

So brotherly fights are constant, and the edge of my mouth is still cut.

Perhaps Master Barbarian, who has returned as "boring," will have the same scratches.

"Then I left it to the two of us. When you succeed in escaping, ask for wolf smoke on the signal"

"Got it.... because they will really die soon. It's troublesome because it's weaker than the Miniature Ducks in that great habit."

Lady Jose said, "Okay? Master Lieselotte will wait for us to return, won't he? Never come to the island," he said, taking the elite of the Eighth and Second Units with Master Gray to the island.

Only two tanks that came with me to the coast, now my Lieselotte and the generic type.

Other than that, a carriage without a simple horse or a strange one-person ride with two round wheels.

None of the rides that elite troops are getting on are very clear to me in this unusual way.

My brother-in-law seems to like this stuff though.

(I wish I could get on these and go help you guys......)

I can only wait on the white beach.

Lord Mars comforts me in being depressed by myself for not being able to do anything.

"We'll have to wait till everyone gets back."

"Yes......"

"I have a meal for my meeting with the archdeacon. I'll take you there."

"But I think Dashiva, Wah Dog, Jose and Gray are having a hard time..."

"Dear Mr. Lieselotte"

Dear Darius, be a little harsh.

"The Queen's first task is to grow up safe and healthy.

If it's true, I want it to be protected dearly in the royal palace, but I've worked out this kind of operation with your will to "really want to be part of it".

I need you to stay with my husband, our house. "

Master Darius held my hand softly and kissed me to pray on the back of his hand.

Master Mars beside me seems to agree, laying still with his eyes down.

"Queen (My, Pleasure). Until Lord Abel dies and you are found. I was lost in a comatose world everywhere. Please. My heart is yours. Be happy by my side. If you stay, I can live, no matter what happens to the world, no matter what you lose."

A white ring hanging on my hips.

Two of them felt pretentious and swayed.

"Dear Darius..."

"So put something in your stomach first. Didn't you eat much in the morning either? At least give me this first."

What was offered was my exclusive "35 kg milk".

I feel sorry for a reality that doesn't always reach the handwritten "35kg".

I had no choice but to "yes......" and stab the straw in the receiving tetra pack, chu.

Master Mars turns into a white dog, sweetened with a rind and feet.

"Hey, husband. If you don't have an appetite, I'll eat with you."

"Don't you dare."

"Uh."

Ladies and gentlemen, stay safe.

I prayed for the island as I sucked the puck.

White parasol made next to the Lieselotte, nestled on the white coast, and a lovely pink simple dog foot table & chair set.

Sit with Master Marus on your lap as you stand at the table listening to the communication.

A table of pure humanist executives worshipping even the island is available for the same coastal away seats.

These people will not show any interest in the dog soldiers either, but please be safe with the meals prepared "by me".

Master Darius will not hesitate to put a beautiful plate on the table and prepare lunch.

I also won't forget to keep a deep dish (food bowl) for myself, which says "Tarusu" right at my feet.

From the transceiver, Yoshimne von Kishou's live commentary to me flies.

'Terrorists who have been deprived of little portable food are angry at Master Dashiva, who was caught lightly and taken hostage.

He's in a surrender pose at the root of a tree, demanding a replacement, but it's not working at all. '

"The Archdeacon is here! Now the archdeacon who saw Master Dashibah in normal bean wood shape is freaking out!

"" How skinny of you! How dare you torture Master Dashiva!, "he said, beating a terrorist with a weapon with his bare hands," Penance! "" Repentance! ♪ I'll sink one after the other screaming ♪

'And I'm pulling up the fallen terrorist's ear and whispering something. I don't even want to know what it's all about, but the whispered terrorists started crying' That's all 'with their faces blank'

"That's how it works." If a religious authority (me) punches you in the right cheek, it's pure humanism's duty to offer the authority a (also) left cheek next! This is pure humanity! ♪ And I stunned him with my fist ♪

It's a really bad religion.

What is humanity?

The executives who are listening at the other table are making their cheeks red......

Your leaders are very excited about violence, okay?

(... that's okay, I'm sure)

But in pure humanistic fundamentalism, if you do it humanely and rationally, you were forgiven.

What is reason?

'Sir St. Bernard is treating a terrorist who was hit by an archdeacon.

Thank you. The archdeacon's thorough "confession" seems too intense...

A human with a broken heart cries from one end, "I'm a pure human disqualified, sorry," "I'll stop pure humanism" and "Wow, this goddess, please help me".

Master Mastiff, who guards the area, is perfectly open to the sight of it: "I wish we had all martyred together already. From the archdeacon for now," he said foolishly. '

The pure humanistic executives who were listening got angry when they heard it.

"The traitor."

"You have no guts, so you distribute them lightly. It's easy to run to violence just to get attention."

"Don't let those who can't pursue humans name themselves pure men."

"At least I want to give you a drink of Dashiba-sama's pee"

(Some things are somewhat understandable...... the last one is in the mistake of "frying and drinking nail dirt")

I looked so far away, the next time I tried to drink soup, it was then.

Suddenly the beach near me thrives and turns into a white mountain.

"Your husband!

"Terrorists...... no, an empire!?

Master Mars, who was sticking his face in a deep dish marked "Marusu" at his feet, turns me into a person and holds me as a princess with a spoon.

Darius, with a deep dish (food bowl) and balls to serve, walked right in front of me.

The executives at the next table will also begin to be vigilant.

An intruder who suddenly appeared.

I look up at the beautiful brown boy with the rugged face to confirm.

"Is it an Empire!?

"No, that's... that's our underground drilling car. He belongs to unit four."

"Why are you here..."

"Why show up here!?

Darius' back, which is in front of him, is severely upset.

(- - It's suspicious)

I have a feeling about this unsolicited behavior.

What emerged from the exuberant white sand was a tank with a drill on it.

When you stop moving, a dog man comes out of there wearing a yellow helmet that says "Safety first and rice matters".

When I took the helmet, the redhead's hard looking haired hair appeared.

Shake it up and put a satisfying look on your pretty face with a scuffle.

"Pu Ha! We finally got to the exit.

... Oh, it smells kind of good. Oh, lucky! It's the queen! Hello - "

'Silly! No, Dachshund! The exit is further!

Desperately running with dripping ears shaking in the form of black and brown dogs, is Fourth Corps technician Peter Beagle.

Climb up to the digging car with a little short leg and scold the red-haired man.

"The exit is that way! Because it's more inland!

"No, here it is"

'Cause, look, blueprints!

"Silly, you're a craftsman, aren't you? You can't be wrong! The exit is here! My instinct told me to" dig here "! Isn't it a good situation for the Queen to be nearby?"

'That's why you can't let the queen fuck you!

"Really? Can't you find out? - What is it?

"It's Captain Wolfhound's plan to plant explosives deep beneath the island in secret from the Queen and blow them all away!... Oh, I said it! I told you, that's good enough, right? We don't have a choice, do we?

"No. Hey, what about Beagle Technician? I'm a craftsman who can do it, so I've already done the explosives trick!

Yes, Captain. Button.

Later, a remote blast! Launch a good shot! Ha ha. "

Hole digging dogs who throw blast buttons at Master Darius and have a fun conversation.

Looking at them with a smile (their own ratio), I ask the big back that solidified in front of me.

"Dear Darius..."

"Yes......"

"Reflect"

I accidentally pulled a white ring on my hips, marked "Darius".

"Cun!" Darius, turned into a black super giant dog, lays down with his forelegs in alignment.

I say no to Master Mars, who gives me a complex look, and I go down to the ground and come closer.

In front of his forefoot, a white square box buried half way in white sand, a burst button.

When lifted, a red, round button in the middle.

Under the button carefully [Press here. Gently.]

This is no good.

Leader of the Rabies Knights --Leader dog did an idiot by sneaking away from his owner.

Two of the hole digging dogs will explain to me.

"Queen! If you pound on that, the island will blow up beautifully! Be careful not to hit the fragments!

"Congratulations! Now you have a beautiful piece! They'll all disappear without a trace!

Two restless voices with the joy of trying new technologies.

I looked down at Wonko, shuddering full and shuddering, making my giant body even smaller.

Master Mars will rush to retrieve the transceiver and contact the island's troops.

"Dear Darius! Didn't I tell you you shouldn't do so much! Because it's gonna be a religious war! Didn't you want to follow my orders!?

"Kun."

The supermassive wacko, shuddering and shuddering, is getting smaller and laying low.

But I understand.

He wants to get rid of the dogs, even if he violates orders.

Now it's like, it's a puppy.

"My dog's seat has been Dashiva's since the beginning"

"Cane!"

"We know you are a very lonely dog. I also want to live with it everywhere. And the forefather----that he was my real father's dog."

……

Master Darius looks up to me with his pitiful eyes.

In those eyes I followed the sad memories of the past and it seemed like it layered on me.

"I am not King Abel. Master Darius wasn't deprived of his dog's seat. You see."

'... Yes, I intend to'

"No, you are still confused. King Abel was the only royalty to you. That's why we're confused."

I sit back and gently stroke Master Darius' firm hairs back in the puppy.

He opens his eyes and stares at me.

And I stuck my forehead together and said:

"You are too imprisoned for the word dog.

Guys, they're all my dogs.

And Master Darius. You are only one Darius of Lieselotte.

-----Let's work together, Master Darius.

I won't go like my predecessor, but I want you and I to build a new partnership from scratch.

That's you growing up as a leader dog and me growing up as a queen.

I don't think this country is going to do well whichever way it lacks.

Of course, I love the wok you can do.

But I don't want to see you explode with too much patience.

If you're unhappy with Dashiva, come sweet first.

I always welcome wackos. "

"Dear Leezelotte......!

"I don't mind Liese if I miss you.

"Dear Liese...!

With a man crying, Darius, a super giant dog, suddenly hits me.

Heavy! Painful! It crumbles!

Licking all over your face, a super giant wacko comes to express his affection!

"Dear Liese! Love it! I love you!

"Okay! Pfft. Okay, so just get away from me! My bones, my breath...!

"Captain! That's against the rules!

Master Marus, aware of this situation, throws out the transceiver and peels off Master Darius.

I was accidentally thrown out into the sand, and my breath was disturbed when I had my buttocks on.

My eyes tickle.

This expression of affection is too heavy.

And when I realized, my hands were empty.

I threw out the burst button.

"Oh, what about the bomb button on the island......!?

"The next queen. You had something good for me. Let's have it."

I was rolling forward obliquely. I picked that up because -----.

I should have gone to rescue Dashiva, he was the archdeacon!

Dashiva, who is somehow about to become fat again behind him, is waving her tail as she hits the ultra-sweet banana (former super fat) given by the executives!

You look up at me and go back to delicious (bananas) again.

No, Sheba.

I was just a little away.

Forgetting the owner's face!

"Dashiver!

"... Then Master Dashiva could have been rescued."

The archdeacon looks at the buttons with pitch-black eyes like bottomless marsh------.

Without hesitation, I pressed the button.

"To those of you who disobey even in my 'confession' (anti-Dashiva fans), die!

"" Dear Dashiva, Banzai!

The island exploded.