Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

in a room with large windows with a good view of the clouds rising in the bright sky.

Bed for patients I sit back, golden dog on my knees.

Put your head on my lap and he keeps getting slammed 'The Waste Dog...'

Place a leather bag with ice water on the forehead of the golden dog--Leonhardt, hurting your chest as you desperately struggle to cool down your body with ha, ha, and.

By the bed, Master Marus looks down at Master Leonhardt with a frightened face.

Lady Darius, scattered angry at me, is out to turn back the army he was sneaking out to the border.

A water bath was prepared by Jose, who hooked a white coat to his military uniform nearby, in order to reduce the patient's temperature.

The water is stored in the Great Talai.

Water is poured out of the aqueduct, which is drawn in from the outside, side by side.

The sound of the water felt a lot fresher.

(Oh, it's summer already, isn't it)

Through the cloth on the bed you are sitting on, you feel moist.

This is an ambulance inside the royal palace.

They used to call it the Royal Therapeutic Hospital, but now it's called the Lieselotte Memorial Hospital.

I asked him to put his name back, but Mr. Jose wouldn't ask me to laugh glossy and try his best.

Facilities with a number of small rooms attached include operating rooms and laboratories, as well as large and private rooms for rehab and inpatient use, in addition to the clinic.

Aside from being used as a bed by one person in the large room, it seemed that a dog appearance was better used by two or three people in the large bed.

... And every room had all the 'Dog Road' back numbers.

I feel something horrible about magazines that are so popular.

And I'm in a private room on the ground floor.

It's easier to get in and out of the outside.

In relation to the water bath, they say all heatstroke patients can be gathered on this floor.

Outside, just in front is a blue and blue garden and a round, large artificial pond with clean water.

From the center of the pond, the water overflowed with exuberance.

Placing Tarai in a space divided by curtains, he said, "Prime Minister, can you wake up? I'll cool your body," I said, speaking to this one.

"Dear Leonhardt, are you okay?

"Kun."

"It's spicy," said the golden dog, Leonhardt, rubbing his crusty hair against my lap and sweetening it.

I said, "Okay, okay, I hung my relaxed body from my neck to my back."

That's what Jose the Zito-eyed scolds.

"Prime Minister. I won't tolerate selfishness. Shall I grab your neck and throw it in?"

"Dear Jose, I don't mind if I keep doing this."

"But"

"Dear Leonhardt, Dashiva has caused a great deal of trouble."

Yes, it is.

Everything is my dog, Dashiva, bad.

Just for me to do a look for a few hours.

Master Leonhardt has always been ready.

The Queen's glance is not just about meeting the people who complain.

Starting with the candidate, the person below will already negotiate and consult the conclusions first.

I mean, as long as I say "make fun of it," it's all over.

When it comes to the Chancellor's work, it's intense.

It is the final decision to make on various domestic cases while giving instructions to the civil servants, ministers, and secretaries everywhere.

Moreover, more new territories and issues such as coordination with pure humanism, which was a hotbed for terrorists, pull Master Leonhardt from all over the place.

Master Leonhardt, who is usually busy originally.

There was further overwork there and days of not getting much sleep.

Still, just preparing my breakfast, though I was being aggressive.

————— And finally.

Master Leonhardt's body appealed for limits.

When Master Leonhardt, who was staying at the Royal Palace, woke up in the morning, he experienced dizziness and nausea.

If this is...... and just in case you prepare the fruit for dehydration, move the room in a dog figure for fur brushing and look at the table...... it's Dashiva's butt peeking from the edge.

It's not a nice thing called a sheba ass.

It's my dog's dripping ass, which has gotten pretty thick.

From the creased and round tail, I see something I shouldn't show off.

By the way, my dog is a professional who gets kidnapped.

In the past, Dashiva has been kidnapped twice as the queen's dog, so the specially made silver collar is equipped with a transmitter and a bell.

I also wanted to put on a security radio if possible, but he usually gave up because he couldn't understand any instructions.

Bells are not usually used for Dashiva.

It acts as a "dog alarm" for everyone who is developing DOSS (Dog Wasting Horrible Syndrome).

————— chillin chillin.

A terrible waste of dogs is coming down the hallway.

The fear, he said, is not very analogous.

Is that all?

That's the bell that's helping all the dogs, but it didn't ring at all then.

The reason is simple.

The holes in the bells were filled with hair that had fallen out at the turn of the season.

Anyway, Dashiva, unnoticed by Master Leonhardt, who was tired, showed some luck she didn't need at all.

It just so happens that all the guards developed DOSS, and the moment they escaped, they entered the door manually and fished for people's rice.

I'm really sorry to be the owner.

The aim is a shiny, limp, delicious luxury fruit.

Dashiva, who was in a good mood for eating all over, told the big golden dog who appeared, "Wow!" She said hello.

Dashiva loves beautiful dogs, but she doesn't say anything to big dogs.

Because I don't like being looked down from the top. What a trinket.

And I'm too angry, and I'm distracted for a moment, Master Leonhardt.

--The golden dog is apparently angry.

He escaped by showing off his drooling ass again with a rarely demonstrated hazard detection capability.

"Wastedog----!"

Lady Leonhardt, whose anger exploded all at once, chased the damned Sheba and popped outside.

Summer domestic measures, preparing for a day-to-day glimpse, he's tired.

Round up even more, you have accumulated fatigue due to lack of sleep.

Master Leonhardt, who ran around in the sun with his feet unbundled, finally fell to the ground.

Even so.

No matter how much the soldier told me to rest, he said no, that he stood up and nothing happened, and that he picked me up because he didn't have time and didn't even eat fruit.

What happened to Dashiva?

He was immediately captured and nearly got his hair ed, but he gave up because I said he wanted to see Dashiva's face in the morning and took it with him in charge.

So after the morning greeting, you think Yoshimne von Kishou, a Japanese dog with a soft waist in the first unit, let him keep it?

Good.

He would treat Dashiva safely.

He glowed his white teeth and said, "I'll take care of it. I am protecting and keeping Master Dashiba (by knocking him down) (let me clear the Prime Minister's depression)," he seems to have said.

"Dear Leonhardt, I'm sorry. Originally, I couldn't help but notice."

'Never mind. This is how you kindly embrace me. That's it. I'm the happiest dog in the world.'

"Jose, Mr. Leonhardt's feeling better. You can grab your neck and throw it in the water."

marks.

The moment Master Mars tries to grab the fur on Master Leonhardt's back.

Master Leonhardt became a person and held my hips.

Hey, hey! It's painful!

"sloppy, Mr. Leonhardt! What are you doing burying your face in His Majesty's belly? It's my privilege to be round with my stomach!

"Don't pull it. Don't return me from this fragrant paradise."

"There's nothing to return. I'll seriously stab you in the back!? I'm not putting you back on the ground!?

"It's painful -!

When I scream unexpectedly, a much louder shadow hangs.

Bakiri and something very visually unrepresentable was done.

Jose, a powerful beauty, smiled and grabbed up Leonhardt, who had changed from a blonde beauty to a golden dog and wouldn't move, and threw him into Tarai.

Patients who don't listen have to shut up.

Relieved to see Master Leonhardt of Tarai's breath calm down, he said, "Captain St. Barbard! It's an emergency!" a crew came into the room.

What she was responsible for was a giant white hairball.

No. He was a big, amazingly mundane dog.

Ha, ha, and even a rough breath, tongue out and suffering.

"Seventh unit soldier Samoed has a heat stroke! Looks like you ran too far in the sun looking like a dog!

"Why wasn't he a protector? He's a dog breed with weak skin and no summer cuts.

I told you to wear it if you want to continue your sun-driven work as a dog. "

"They've spent too much money on wanthro gambling and sold their protectors!

"There's no room for sympathy. Throw it in the emergency pool first."

The female soldier went outside in charge of a huge hairball, no white dog, and transported it to a round reservoir.

And he threw it straight into the pond!

"I'm drowning!

"No problem."

Master Jose smiles at me.

On closer look, the white dog floated right up his face and began to swim as if nothing had happened.

It still seems painful, but it also seems easier to breathe without a heart.

When I reached the edge and hung my forefoot, a female soldier prepared a bucket and waited.

It has ice in it.

If you became a wet dog, I stuck my neck in a bucket and started eating.

It is ice with properties with salt and sugar, explains Master Jose.

Master Leonhardt, whose consciousness is flying in Tarai, is also unconscious with ice stuck in him by Master Mars.

"If you're a regular heat stroke sufferer, you'll also see to it like a prime minister, but if you deserve it, that's enough."

"Ha."

"Since dogs originally have low sweat glands, I teach them not to look like dogs in summer as much as possible. It's just that nobles and so forth are so prized that they quickly become dogs and become like prime ministers."

Nevertheless, and Master Jose is foolish.

"Recently, because of the popularity of the wrong summer cuts, the number of patients has increased dramatically."

"That, what is the summer cut...?

"It's an emergency!

Another disoriented new dog man has been transported.

Bhabhabhabha! Those with cute and adorable crushed noses are accompanied by crying.

You seem to have heat stroke as well, but you have a strange appearance......

I'm a very small small dog pruned into short hair.

Puffy and trembling, it doesn't look very wondrous.

"It's soldier Chihuahua!

"Huh!?

"Chihuahua said," I don't like to say I'm cute anymore! It's hot and painful anyway, and I'm gonna make you hot with [masculine cuts] "! They were comfortable in a tank with cooling, but when I went outside, I quickly burned too much in the sun, and I had heat stroke!

"This, idiot!

Lift the chihuahua-like, to which Master Jose has become a cogee, and place it in the tarai, where Master Leonhardt is immersed.

They directly hit the water they're pulling from the pond and take action with running water.

And I said, "Don't die. We haven't made her yet, Chihuahua." I'm glad I don't have to pay you back, but come on, 'said Sung Sung, a crying colleague.

He says you're talking to Master Pug of the Fourth Squad.

Master Jose sighed at them and vomited stupidity as he prepared the ice.

"Not at all. Dog fur is a natural protector. It blocks summer sunshine and temperatures, it's precious, isn't it?

You don't mind a summer cut for some ventilation, do you? Especially dogs who only work indoors.

Yet, regardless of the hairstyle when people are, there are many dog men who will do the same round-cut when they are dogs.

Especially Unit IV!

Crunch the hard ice on hand with an ice pick.

I sat back on the bed and quickly looked at the powdery ice.

The "masculinity" boom is coming now in Unit IV, which has a lot of artisan dogs.

The captain, Rascal von Malamut, said, "I asked Borzoi. Is it true that a man who is not confident in his face and physique is handsome when he competes with short hair and furry manhood?" It was the first time I said it. "

Even though I'm all about cohesion, I want to challenge the limits of dog fur as well as my hairstyle when people.

Thanks to you. Even just at a time of increased heat stroke, you are contributing to an increase in the number of patients.

Plus, this boom.

You think it's spread on a national scale, focusing on small dog men who secretly struggle with masculinity?

All small dogs always hold a complex in their large dogs.

Because they look like men even if they're just big, they have a better chance of holding it on women.

A drunk little dog middle-aged man thinks the sight of canvassing and tangling with a big dog colleague is a daily tea meal?

Especially in this country where we honor Sir Wolfhound as a hero, "big for the Wolfhound class" is a child's longing, "one day it will be me, the Wolfhound class!" and the parents of small dogs who talk about their future dreams are constantly worried about when and how to make reality known to my child?

Poke at it, Mazo's advice.

What the hell do you want?

Sixth unit that is good at breaking various things.

Master Mazo von Borzoi, the captain who runs at its head.

(What do you do with breaking allies too...)

I accidentally lost my spine.

I'll make sure he hasn't broken in to get trampled on by me under the bed.

And then I ask Master Jose what he noticed.

"Shouldn't you all mow your hair?

"Some breeds of dogs sometimes have to adjust because their hair keeps growing. Sir Marchese there or something."

"Yeah. Me, Mr. Yorch from Greyhound, and Mr. Apollo from Great Dane have some care, too."

"Some directive dogs running around outside have to be mowed round.

Everything is fairly clean, and this is important... "

Dear Chihuahua, who has his tongue out properly and relaxes with his jaw on the edge of Tarai, and Mr. Pug, who has entered Tarai with him because it is hot. It seems pleasant.

And I see Master Leonhardt still fainting and floating in Tarai, and Master Jose sighing with his arms together.

Summary My hair is slightly unraveled and I hang it on a colorful, beautiful twist.

And he groaned, "For now, you have to strangle the Fourth Unit and the lowest Borzoi bastard," he said.

"It's an emergency!

Even more sudden emergencies have been taken care of.

Now stay like a person.

Plus, while I'm on the stretcher, I'm grabbing some paperwork for some reason.

"Heat stroke!? Just throw it in the pond already!

"No! It's Lord Shepherd!

"What's going on?

"It's overwork! He suddenly collapsed in the secretary's office!

"No!"

Patient with paperwork --Lord Shepherd screams.

Sure, that's one arm of Master Leonhardt, Dear Frederick von Shepherd, Secretary with Chancellor.

I'm a young man who loves his job, always asking me to "tell the Chancellor to do more work" when I look at him.

A crisp face with neat corny brown hair. But the neighborhood by all night stands out, with brown eyes running bloody and ruined.

He shouted, poking his paperwork into heaven with a bright white face, hyperbolically saying he liked his job better than three times of rice.

"It's not overwork! This is joy! I just lost my mind because of the joy of labor!

"I call that overwork!

"Enough is enough! I'm not letting go of my paperwork at all! Captain, how much will this man not die trying to tighten up? Too sturdy for nothing!

"You're sure there's a prime minister, aren't you? Prime Minister! Quit running away from your job. I'm leaving! Work awaits!

"Stop it! I'm not really gonna die, this guy."

Your sister in the Eighth Squad, who has carried a stretcher, will be angry.

(No, you mustn't kill them before)

Before I put that in the penetration, Master Jose has put a no in me.

"Your Majesty. May I borrow your handkerchief?

"Huh? Oh, yes. Go ahead."

When Master Jose took my handkerchief, he put it straight in Sir Shepherd's mouth.

Then…….

"Oh, it smells good... this is heaven, isn't it? Am I dead?"

"That's right. I am in heaven because of my work. And then after that, so!

Bakiri and I heard that noise again.

The room will be very quiet.

Master Jose will guide you to the Eighth Unit, which is finished transferring Sir Shepherd to bed.

"Okay? Security dog-based civilians are a bummer anyway, so I strangle them into other distracted gaps, even for a moment. That's how we treat it. That's the iron rule."

"Yes!"

"Use the same hands, basically, Sir Boxer, Sir Doberman, and Sir Rottweiler. 'Cause I get caught as many times as I can."

"Yes! I get it"

I nod to my men who raise their hands honestly, yes, and Master Jose looks back at me.

"Your Majesty. That's why. May I have the clothes you're wearing now?"

"……… go ahead"

I took my clothes off quietly.

... better yet than being made a collection, so, geez, huh?

I don't care what you think. They were punks.

Both Lord Shepherd and Master Leonhardt are on the verge of overworked death.

There have certainly been a lot of things in the past few months.

To my discovery, after the war with my neighbor.

Further various issues related to the battle of pure people and terrorism, and subsequent annexation and coexisting religions.

Furthermore, the continent of Lieselotte (pseudonym!) to the operation of.

Still, this is the result of the final decision that everyone turned to the Chancellor.

You may see domestic problems piling up too much to handle.

(more, couldn't you assign it to the nobles migrating from the province for my sake)

That question struck my head, but I'm worried about the health of the two of us anyway.

The two were emergency measures by Master Jose's arm, which meant they were to be isolated so that they could not work for a week.

Throw it into a special unit VIII sanatorium (Vagina) and I will never let it out, so Master Jose says.

The dogs in the Chancellor's office say they'll do something about the job......

Next to that, he said, "The civilian Chow Chow in the Chancellery has been overworked and brought into charge!" The report goes to my ear.

I asked Master Jose to take care of one patient after another who would fall and be held accountable for heat stroke and overwork.

Carry the ice and replace the water. Guys, this is a tough situation.

The children of the Royal Nursery, a royal palace childcare facility, have also been entrusted.

The "masculine cuts" became popular among the boys, and they snuck each other out to play even more.

Master Mazo's guilt will increase.

I tried to summon him, but he already left the country with the help of diplomacy.

What can I do for you?

I asked Master Marus, carrying water in a small bucket and ice in a giant bucket next door.

"Dear Mars. How the hell do you think I can improve this situation!?

"The first thing to do is announce that 'masculine cuts' are not liked by Her Majesty the Queen. And we need to move forward with more heat stroke policies."

"I'll do it!

"Don't push it. I don't know if I said anything extra."

Um and to the troubled brown beautiful boy, I grip the bucket pattern and beg.

"I want to work hard! But I need Master Mars' advice not to pull your legs.

...... can you help me?

"... you have no choice. Yeah, 'cause I'd be happier if His Majesty could convince me."

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to Mars, who laughs.