Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

My name is Lieselotte Mona Viewdeger.

In my country I was born as the only daughter of the Heidegger family, but I returned to the Beudegger royal family, which straddled the ocean on edge.

We have a lot of dogs there.

Yes... about 30 million people.

Everyone is a cute wok.

And if you love me, describe me with each personality.

You smile and appeal, you give me something nice, you come smell me, you kiss me, you hug me, you aim for my socks, you hide on the floor trying to get trampled...

All of you who are just a little too free can be too much and annoying to people.

Conquer neighbors, conquer alien continents, and sell fights to the continent's largest empire with neighbors.

It's troublesome.

I don't know if you want that much praise, but I'm the only royal one.

I'm just glad you're here with me...

So praise and scold me every day and play with me.

The owner must behave properly.

Otherwise......

"Your Majesty. It's getting mostly hot, too. It's time to crush the Empire?

"I won't crush it. Sir Pitbull. Let's get along with our neighbors."

"Bugs gush, don't they?"

"Do not treat other countries as raw waste"

A fierce, eye-catching young nobleman with a mundane face under the throne.

You're giving me a flattering thank you, and the gaze you look up at is totally making fun of this one.

This one is Dear Barbarian von Pitbull.

It's the head of a dog who gets rammed on his own.

The territory of the belligerent and known Pitbull clan is the western edge of the Kennel Kingdom.

It pinches the mountains and borders the empire.

Even now, the old royal family placed it next to a moderate country, not to borrow the former Yumanist territory.

But a few years ago, the Empire occupied and annexed that country.

The Empire and the Mad Dog became neighbors.

It sucks.

In the notebook of your late real father, Abel,

'Not good. Sir Pitbull is overjoyed because of the destruction of that country. I regret that Sir Mastiff was given the opportunity to fight. They're both holding back with a wow lead wrapped around their necks, but how long will they hold it? Rumors are also circulating that if you take the head of Emperor of the Empire, your illness will heal. Trouble. "

That stupidity remained.

Indeed, Abel, the Marquis of Pitbull in your father's time, should have been Barbarian's father.

We have heard that he lost his life in a war that began with the invasion of the former Yumanist kingdom and empire earlier.

————— You want a revenge fight or something?

No. He is not such an extraordinary character.

The grey eyes are just shimmering.

He wants a fight, he wants a bloody fight, he's about to sue me.

"It's time for the Pitbull clan to get stressed out,"

"No! Explain it in a way that I'm comfortable with."

"Do you need an explanation?

"I need it!

I don't have a choice, he said.

Finally, Master Barbarian explains while messing with the purple collar.

You gave me your own collar.

I don't listen to people at all since then.

I was wondering if he needed another mouth ring, and he said something unexpected.

"Well, that's it. Our instincts. It's a matter of dog territory."

Dogs are sensitive to territory.

I don't feel comfortable unless my occupied space is clearly determined.

In fact, the premises of the detached house are well separated and the Wang Capital is also well divided.

If you get even one hedge, you fight it until you feel legally and militarily comfortable.

A raw man who hands on a man's territory more than once must beat him down one shot and strangle him so that he will never face the blade again.

And.

On the extension of this idea, there are also borders.

You will never lose in geopolitics (marking).

It's a struggle engraved in the canine instinct.

To that evidence, this country has never been deprived of its territory at one time.

And now that the Kingdom of Kennel has acquired new continents and neighbouring countries.

For a guy who tries to get his hands on people's stuff over and over again -----.

"Wouldn't you mind if I bit you a little bit?

The empire is aimed not only at the former Yumanist territory, which has become the kingdom's, but also at the continent.

That is due to the failure of the other population policy.

Repeated conquest, overgrown population.

Multiracial relations, which have been aggravated by the food situation, should have shaped a multi-racial dragon nation.

Then there is new land and food. I want a new world.

New dwellings. New food producing areas. New job. New cradle.

————— They starve like inago.

"You can't lose to reptiles."

Reptiles.

It's an empire dragon to the dragonman.

Dragon men, who make up one eighth of the population in the Empire, control the country.

When they change their appearance, they become dragons of various sizes and shapes, and they have a mighty power, even one.

Underneath it are the numerous races, starting with the Snake and the Snake, which dominate the huge country by the "power" of the Dragon individual.

Of course, both the emperor of that country and the Duke of Hynuwelle, who has officially served as ambassador, are dragon men.

When they change their appearance, they become dragons proud of their giants.

I've never seen it, though.

Dogs aren't as fond of dragon men as pure humanism who hate the transforming race, but they don't really like dragon men who seem oddly great and push Hierarchy.

Originally they are noisy about the up and down relationships, so they are unnecessarily handicapped.

Even if it doesn't matter up or down, you certainly don't like the sight from the top everyday, do you?

Besides, now that the problem of pure humanism has been solved.

The second thing I hated was the first.

--Do you think they look too good for each other's faults and are becoming more disgusted?

So an empire that targets territory over and over again should now be clearly bullied ————— is that what you mean?

"Well, I see what you mean."

"So you understand."

"I said 'what's the point'! No, there can't be a war!

"... a little studied, Your Majesty"

"Aren't you making fun of me!? I won't catch you this time! You can't do that!

I rose from the throne to protest.

Darius, the head of the Central Knights, who was waiting next door, holds down "Master Leese" and my shoulders and protests to Master Barbarian instead.

"Your Majesty is angry, so why don't we just do it later"

"That's not the problem!

(Know that you simply shouldn't fight, not because I'm angry!

Even today, they don't quite understand the feelings of the Queen.

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This is between the queen's eyes.

This is a place where the space is so large that it is not comparable to the temple where the crowning ceremony was previously held.

High ceilings, walls and columns are decorated with luxurious detail.

From the large door to the throne where I sit, a red carpet is drawn, and the first unit, also a Kingsguard unit, lines both ends of it off.

And you all dress up nicely in military uniforms......

I have a collar wrapped around my neck.

Even during the glance, they look delightful when they sneak up on their collars, looking at the chills, the chills and my face with feverish caged eyes.

You are all proud to be "escort dogs".

And they value a collar that shows "Queen's Dog" above all else.

But please.

Don't make me aware that you're supposed to wrap a collar (it) around me.

I'll pull it off honestly.

This country is the kingdom of Kennel.

It is a country where a transformed race with the appearance of a dog and a person makes up the majority of the population.

They are very physically capable, smart people, and have increased their national power by developing numerous technologies.

The military, in particular, is remarkably high, so much so that last month we also let our neighbours fall in a single day.

As a well-known weapon, we hold a large quantity of horseless carriage--tanks.

In the country it is called the Puppies (Puppies) and the way they run around land, sea and air is very popular with children.

Is it because we sometimes have air shows and such at events?

On the other hand, its sudden appearance using underground military roads stretched underground throughout the continent is feared by all nations.

They're also called Hell's Puppies (Cerberus).

This glimpse was made possible by my strong request.

Master Leonhardt, who takes on the internal affairs of this country in one hand, was worried until the end......

But at all.

As queen, I wanted to help you.

Basically, I don't have a job.

Because you dogs don't like it.

The immediate challenge is to grow healthier and fatter.

Every day I pound my tongue on delicious rice and snacks.

But...

My brother-in-law, who came after me to this country - although I have no kinship anymore - says he "will be a man who can protect Liese when he has to," and works hard every day under the Chancellor, Mr. Leonhardt.

I am set up by Master Leonhardt's lowest surname from nothing and running around dressed in civilian clothes.

My brother-in-law works so hard, I live when I'm the only one who gets muddy, etc.

I can't admit myself like that in the end.

(I want to grow)

Even tea and dinner parties interact with the nobles of the country.

But the newly incorporated continent of Lieselotte into the Kennel Kingdom (pseudonym!) We always exchange views across the prime minister with the leading men of the former Yumanist territories.

I'm ten in the first place.

Because if I face you directly, they could say bad things and take your word for it.

I want to be a queen who can fight a thousand fierce men of Haiqian Mountain.

I began to think even more so when I saw the side of the beauty of the Chancellor--Master Leonhardt, who always solves domestic and international problems magnificently.

Most of all, he wears more cooking clothes than the Chancellor's civilian clothes and tells me he wants to hang on to me every day.

Sometimes I comfort him by caressing his hair sometimes, when he explodes under stress, "I was supposed to be born a domestic dog," he says.

In my routine like this, I used to haunt my head as a queen.

Empire.

The Rumanian Dragonian Empire, bordering the north of the Kennel kingdom, has always had demographic problems and is aimed at the new continent occupied by the Kennel kingdom.

Their rhetoric ends in The New World Spectacular, published decades ago by imperial adventurer Radon da Gama.

Ladon da Gama said that the most sharp ship on the continent at the time (rumor has it that our Central Knights IV squad members exchanged personal belongings of the Big Bird Gala and the Knights on their own. So the ship's name was the Chickenborn) and I stumbled across it on the Leeselote continent (pseudonym!) They say so.

Really, I don't know if it was the continent of the day.

--The first discoverer is an imperial citizen.

--That continent belongs to the Empire.

This is what they say first.

There further as a reinforcement to the discourse,

"Legend has it that on the ancient continent there were giant dragon men flying through the sky and building nests"

"Heritage says there was a dragon man living on the southern island. All manned lands to the south belong to the Empire."

"If you look closely, the terrain of the continent is shaped like dragon wings."

"Reptiles love the sun."

and inexplicable reasoning overlap with the present situation.

At the beginning of today's glimpse, I met the Duke of Haunewelle, who came to be appointed resident ambassador, from the beginning, "So, Your Majesty. I didn't allow the naming of the Leezelotte continent or anything like that," he put in the jab.

Of course I ignore it.

Nevertheless, the empire in recent years has strengthened its naval power with shipbuilding techniques that it used to steal (confused by snacks) from the Fourth Corps.

Large numbers of troops on their own. Continental Lieselotte (pseudonym!) It is not a distant future that we will be able to send to.

They can win hard if they're serious about a full-scale war, but it's a really stupid story, such as fighting a country with 80 million people and 30 million people (45 million if you put in the former Yumanist territory) with the best national power on the continent.

To fit in with death, we are not alive.

at a previously held Royal Palace meeting.

I told you exactly what I thought.

What will you say it will soon be in contention?

Vengeance for vengeance. I'm just calling for the next fight.

Even when it's pure humanism, you say there's been a terrorist outburst.

But at that time, you were very dissatisfied.

Especially if you're looking like a dog, you can tell by the tail gesture.

'Anyway, no! I don't want to see biting fights or anything!

Dr. Schnauzer, my tutor and director of the Royal Institute, who was listening nearby, followed me as I stroked my beard.

'Well, Her Majesty does not like blood on our furrows. It's a good thing I like to be beautiful. Gentlemen, cleanliness is best.'

'That's right. The important thing is to live clean and less stressful, both physically and mentally. Let's live healthy.'

Furthermore, the Apso High Priest of the Wakko religion shakes his overly long white eyebrows up and down to endorse it.

When even the religious authority (the one who shouldn't be allowed to come) tells me, all the boulders have to back off too.

To all of you who seem so sorry, I'm stunned.

Tosa, deputy captain of the first unit, who is also a Japanese dog, soothed his grim face and tightened the place up.

'Gentlemen, that's fine with us (if we can fight without showing blood).

Why don't we continue our daily training (where His Majesty can't see us) and live a healthy (beating the empire) stress-free life '

The conference room went on to say "Right," "Convinced," and "I can't help it," and I managed to share my intentions safely.

That's not the case with Japanese dogs.

But.

So easily, the wolves who are obsessed with interest (Teikoku Kazuki) can't be pulled back.

I always have a hard time pulling their reins.

Between glances.

Let's go to war without punishment under the throne! And I will tell Master Barbarian, who has made a suggestion, that it is not a good idea.

That's what he's "in trouble," he has added with an unfamiliar face.

"The troops have already deployed to the border? It's just a little over the border after that."

"It's a lie. You won't be fooled this time! We have banned the marching of noble private units. We have your permission from the Central Knights! We need permission from eight people!

"Central Knights, no, there are plenty of them who want to break the Empire's nose column with the Rabies Knights, right?

--For example, Lord Mastiff of the Second Squad. "

"If you do that." Meh! "Then Sir Mastiff is included. Isn't that right?

"... I'm glad your husband scolds you..."

Gray von Mastiff, standing close to the throne, looks in trouble with his dripping cheeks dripping more.

But don't try to keep your eyes peeled with me.

The red collar wrapped around your neck is restlessly wrapped around you. Suspicious.

"You haven't given Sir Pitbull permission either, have you?

When you say that and look around, the captains of each unit of the Central Knights, turn away.

Staring at Master Lirik von Corgi, captain of the fifth unit, he was frightened.

Suddenly I sat down in the ground and said, "Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me. But I haven't done anything," he begins to elucidate.

It's just a demeaning attitude. It's like I'm abusing you, so I want you to stop.

'You're as frustrated as ever...' sounds Mars von Marchez, the queen's exclusive escort dog and former fifth captain.

Now I'm taking a dog look and sitting next to my shoes on guard.

It's all because something unreachable is nearby, aiming for the seat of the queen's exclusive foot mat.

"I don't know," said Rascal von Malamut, captain of Unit IV.

I'm concerned about the ramen naruto on the side of my mouth.

Master Yoch von Greyhound of the Seventh Squad said, "Uh? Do you doubt it? Take this oligarchy me?" You said... that's very suspicious.

Master Jose of the Eighth Squad is a medical professional. You're the one who supports your life.

You don't allow it to boulder, do you? Staring, you smile glossy and say, "A loud lizard is a disturbance to the people's sleep, isn't it? We need to stab a stop," you answered.

You allowed this first!

In shock, looking for Apollo von Great Den, 3rd Squad...... is that it? Where is it?

Darius whispers in his ear to me, "I've told him I'm absent today on official business."

Oh, yeah. Sometimes I forget to exist because I don't always talk in silence.

I'm sorry.

That's how the Sixth Squad... will do.

I thought I shouldn't see it, so I slipped my gaze from this one.

Finally, I look up to the big man beside me.

Dear Darius von Wolfhound, Captain of Unit I as Commander of the Central Knights.

Clear watery eyes on a stern face. I can't see the look on your face.

When I stared into his watery eyes, suddenly he took on the look of a giant dog.

Staring more closely, I put my tail between my crotches.

When I stared further still, I turned around and lay down with my forefoot hiding my face.

Totally an accomplice!

"No war! I, the queen, will not forgive you.

I was the loudest today and scolded the wolves.

(I won't let you take a walk on your own anymore)

I have resolved to rule the Kennel Kingdom peacefully.

But I have no talent in national politics like Master Leonhardt, no negotiating skills, nothing for me as a child.

So even if they call me a selfish kid who makes a scene.

Take full advantage of yourself being ten years old. But let me stop the futile feud.

-----Just.

I am a girl...... there is no such thing as love in the first place.

First the facial muscles are too hard to make a smile.

His personality is also rugged and serious and not accommodating.

They look like cold people because their faces are poorly organized, and they say they're unnecessarily bigoted stubborn.

I love sweets, but I don't have any particular girly hobbies either.

If you dare, I love reading and studying.

I haven't had any friends since I was a little girl because of that.

So you're here now?

--Don 't ask me that.

When blood goes up and feet flutter, Darius accidentally takes it with stiff fur.

Whew - I managed to get my rough breath fixed, and, uh, I realized that no one was going to panic right away at a time like this.

(With that said, Mr. Leonhardt is very quiet today)

Just to the bottom right of my throne is Master Darius.

And just down the left, there is Master Leonhardt.

It is the attentive Leonhardt who usually follows me every time I get rough.

Looking at the lower left corner, which was much quieter and unresponsive today------.

He fluttered and fell to the floor.

"Dear Leonhardt!?

"Your Majesty! I'll take care of it"

When I scream, Master Jose of the medical unit rushes up the throne.

I laid Master Leonhardt with a bright white face on his back on the spot.

Master Leonhardt has a constant voice that says, "No dog... no dog..."

What's wrong with Dashiva?!?

Check your pulse, check your pupils, check your chest and breath.

Lady Jose quietly gave me the diagnosis, staring at me as a harrassment.

It's heat stroke.

"Yes?"

"So it's heat stroke. Here we are at last ————— For the dogs, there's a hell of a season"

Hell's Season-------.

Coming in the spring, I still don't know the summer of this country.

But from this incident, we learned about our summer relationship with the dogs without a response.

This was the beginning of my days of fighting in internal affairs.