Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

"Sir Borzoi! I'm angry."

A royal husband, with a band-aid on his nose and forehead.

Feel the presence of nail clippers in the blue overalls pockets and tingle.

But as if nothing had happened, I knelt humbly.

"What are you angry about?

"Because you say you are a summer cut and no root leaves, didn't many of the people suffer and fall from heat stroke! And what does it mean to do revenge enough to destroy an empire (one's no) without any consultation with people!

To Master Leonhardt, who was the best mastermind, he said earlier: "Meh! 'Let me do it."

"You say strange things. I was only public speaking everywhere. Isn't it worse to assume on your own?

"You're only going to be cut off Shira. If you offered Sir Greyhound a pair of shoes and socks, you could throw up honestly."

"Oh, my God."

I seem to have learned a lot about the treatment of dogs.

It's a good growth.

- But it's still not enough.

While I can keep your husband whimpering like a little bird.

I was comparing the hairs of the red carpet on which the round shoes were trampled to my hairs.

Independence movements that occurred simultaneously and repeatedly throughout the empire.

The Imperial Royal Castle and Dragon Palace Castle are extremely confused because of it.

I received wine from a servant of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady of the Lady,

The main content of the paperwork is the trend of the person I indirectly abetted.

"Dear Borzoi, Can I send you more wind?

"Your luxurious hands get tired. Please, rest on that couch."

"No! I want to be of some help to Master Borzoi!

I sighed small and sent a grieving gaze to the wife of the Brunette, the autonomous lord of the Xuan, desperately fanning next door.

"I am an enemy man. I don't care if you turn that beautiful fan into a knife and aim for your neck."

"Don't be silly! I know you've been working with enemy spies!

But... but I want to help you a little bit! I want you alive! ————— its collar "

The willowy hipster beauty sitting beside me sued her face all the way close.

the red collar with the neck, obsessed with red nails,

"Sir, even the aristocratic ladies, I'll move them to show them. So please, rely on me!

I'd like to offer you a little bit of a hard mission. "

and self-indulge and whisper.

It's my job, but it's my job.

If that's what she assumes, I won't deny it at all.

Earlier I said, 'To you. So I can say. I have a lot of work to do, and I can never fail. If I can't...' I just put on the collar.

Because I didn't lie about anything.

While she spoke her dreams, she streamed and read the rest of the paperwork.

Mostly acting as expected, but I didn't expect the Fourth Unit to be wiped out altogether.

I just shredded Kennel's manoeuvre to make sure the second unit didn't catch fire, in case.

(Mohican to mow round to mow tigers? Those guys are really funny)

The last line as I read on thinking about what advice I would give you next.

There it is: 'Our queen Her Majesty also excelled in confusion, stroking me with distant eyes, but sometimes she whines "nail clippers..."

Well, that's right.

-----We didn't teach it on purpose.

I even looked at the face of a young girl who was serious and just empty and thought of her feet in round shoes.

While smiling at his wife and urging him to move to the couch again.

At the end of the letter, he wrote a note with a pen saying, "Foot mat is postponed."

It was only a few hundred years ago that the dragon man and the empire that culminated were founded.

There are only a million dragon men on the continent.

They were able to dominate a large part of the continent because of the powerful fighting power of each and every one of them.

The more they changed, the more Oyama. Their power was more powerful than anyone else in the continent.

They themselves are not good at home affairs.

So we have strengthened the country by conquering a nation of races that are good at various disciplines.

The doomed state was called autonomy, and was regarded as the foundation of a great multi-racial state.

From the conquered side, the interpretation was only given the title by the conquering people.

Still, we have strengthened the tightening on the common people by stipulating those who betrayed the old royalty and took sides as autonomous lords, and by letting them smoke sweet juice.

The method of creating a virtual enemy nation to conquer and boost the spirit of patriotism with a sense of domestic exaltation brought immense wealth and territory.

But they seem to have been very proud.

Autonomy was coming together because, for one thing, the Empire had economic power.

And I happen to hear you say it, because there was a people.

Unlike dogs, nationals of other countries do not let their admiration for kings be solicited in any way.

They simply don't want to diminish the benefits that the country has bestowed on them.

The dragon men had completely forgotten that they were protected by such a tiny vested interest of the people (silent majorities).

There is no society in this world made of men of lofty and firm will.

All this society had was the whimsical emotional swings of the people (silent majorities).

(Well, the ones like pure humanistic fanatics, except again. Something's gone wrong.)

Behind my brain, I think of a slight wasting dog.

The main target for this sabotage task force is the Imperial Nationals.

We just, uh, sprinkle rumors.

Before I left, I received a message from the prime minister of the hospital bed.

"Maybe Master Reese will be angry 'I wasn't informed'.

'I'm not trusted, am I?' he may mourn if he collapses another country on his own.

But this is a chance.

Master Abel would never have forgiven me, but now I can attack you just like pure humanism.

Tighten the reptiles now and let them know the true sequence.

Remind him that His Majesty Lieselotte is the only one.

… and create an environment where your husband can grow up healthy on a well-ventilated continent.

As a domestic dog, I want to give my husband the best environment.

Nevertheless, once the royal and pacifist Master Reese can understand our sincerity and strike measures, the dogs can no longer be unsolicited.

--So, okay? Knock it down before you do. Quickly. "

I was dressed in white nightclub clothes and reconfirming my message.

Loosen the back of the hair and stiffen it with a hair conditioner so that it flows.

We're ready.

Little Lord Corgi at your feet.

Before hiding in the dark night, I waited for my instructions.

Everywhere, the seventh unit is already in motion.

I borrow many of them from the captain, Sir Greyhound, who are good at information manipulation.

Lord Greyhound himself had control of the information to convey the predicament, more exaggerated, to the organization behind the empire due to the heat stroke in the Kennel kingdom.

He has already given instructions.

Seventh Corps borrower appearance/reporter (spy) was selling certain articles all over the empire to newspapers and advertisers everywhere.

It's a "shrinking interest in non-dragon race" and "massive tax hike on non-dragon race" and "food dragon monopoly" [rumor].

Really, no root leaves either [rumor].

But it's impossible [rumors].

[Rumors], with only a few possibilities, continue to be passed on through all media and by mankind, and sued from multiple directions.

Especially if you're talking about losing yourself.

[Rumor] that it would drastically sharpen the vested interests of non-Dragon races and increase the interests of Dragon people.

[Rumor] that the Dragon People will get rich with tax incentives and enter the Autonomous Communities to show off their inequalities.

[Rumor has it that there is a dedicated dragon man's pantry hidden in Teikoku.]

The presence of dragon men, who have accumulated more resentment than their virtual enemies, is trying to make us suffer even more.

The [rumors] spreading within other races made the victim consciousness of being "discriminated against" stand out more clearly.

The economy is rattled anyway.

The food situation is also monopolized by the Dragon Man.

If the dragon man continues to discriminate against you and you are going to decline - on your own feet, you have no choice but to stand again.

Multiplied by this increase in luck, Unit V was the last one to set up a treasure hunt.

The house of the dragonman's officials. He went around hiding jewels and gold and silver in a place like a servant cleaning.

We built shelters around town and hid them so we could sneak up and find tons of food.

Whenever a treasure is found, despair spreads.

Oh, I see. The Dragon Man, the Emperor is willing to abandon us.

It didn't take that long for the common people (silent majorities) living in autonomy everywhere to move and show the upper echelons of autonomy.

(The Empire treats the troops behind it poorly, in inverse proportion to its military power. poor quality of personnel and sweet sides because the top appreciates all the gorgeous activity)

I was hiding in the shadow of a pillar, cutting off a fat dragonman soldier.

A gorgeous sabel by your side, stabbing and killing soldiers who are also underactive, blonde beauty.

Autonomous lord of the Serpents.

With supple muscles, he defeats his enemies one after the other, giving instructions to the serpents' soldiers in the Imperial capital.

More than the people, more than the dragon men of the Autonomous Territories, the Emperor just amassed an army to defend himself.

To capture him.

"I don't mind killing you! If you are a discerning royal family, there is a Duke of Hynuwele stationed in Kennel. With him, it's easy to negotiate independence!

Teito attack moving steadily.

I appreciated her cooperation.

"It's for ourselves," said the snakesman's lady. She laughs, disturbing her lustrous hair.

And he put a beautiful hand on my cheek and fixed my flaky forehead.

"I wish you were just a wild dog. Then I would have chained you up and had happy days in the nest forever."

"... I'm sorry. Princess Snake. All I'm saying is I'm just a dog. A dog who decides to own you can't make you happy."

"You won't tell me you'll make me happy. Even the collar will never come off."

"... I don't want to lie to you."

"You're a bad person..."

That's it.

The Emperor of the Empire was captured by the Serpents and the Sagittarius and inadvertently killed with momentum.

An Imperial Attack by the Kennel Destruction Coalition has been made.

It's just...

The Autonomous Lords of the Snakes and the Deep Friends of the Autonomous Lords of the Snakes have suddenly gone bad.

Successful and complete independence depends on the Duke of Hynuwele, which is at stake.

Its Duke of Hynuwele.

He was coming to the Kennel Kingdom as an ambassador.

He cut the emperor off instantly.

I never went back to the capital until it was all over.

When we met in the VIP room, he said with a serene face, "The situation is heard. But I have to keep an eye on Kennel here," he said faintly.

I didn't see any shadows or shapes of politicians who have provoked this one time and again, always for the benefit of the Empire.

If he gets serious, being a single dog, I won't win.

Dogs in the royal palace will make a lot of sacrifices, too.

But that's unlikely.

Because.

He originally had no pieces of respect for the Emperor.

A duke named Hynuwele.

This is one of the titles given by the emperor when a brother who could not be emperor descends under his ministry.

Meaning is the Dragon Man's unique word 'foundations of the country'.

In another sense, the title of the curse attached to 'Be a brother's sacrifice'.

(i) As a politician, I intend to live for my country.

But if an emperor (dammit) who even threatens his own life can be eliminated, it doesn't matter if the number of his people is somewhat diminished.

If the throne of the emperor is to come around to you, it is even more despicable.

relaxing and eager for tea. He

"My brother really sucked at governing. I've helped a lot too, but at last it seems to have divided the country. I'm going to pick up an army of dragon men put together by Empire's men after Kennel's situation settles down a little bit. You won't be returning to the emperor's throne next."

And he said softly, and sighed that my work had increased again.

On the table, the Duke pretended to obey and hated his brother everywhere.

- I used to let you put more cracks in that buddy.

(The Duke's concubine took the liberty of cooperating. That was an easy job.)

The Duke shrugged as he remembered the face of a woman who seemed to be a chunk of colour.

"Hey, Sir Borzoi. In the end, what holds military power in your hands wins, don't you think?

"Depends. Some shapes like this one."

Right, the Duke looks out the window with envy at the Puppies (Puppies).

But he continued.

"Even trying to rule the world after all. There's no way you dogs can unite a continent with a huge multiracial nation."

"I think so too."

Dogs are too susceptible to the same thought.

Nationality with kings supreme and loyalty first.

If you turn to the ruler's side as it is, you will force other races, as in the gendarmerie, to devote themselves to the king.

Everyone can imagine that there will be a quarrel in the near future.

Eventually the Duke quietly disappeared to the embassy, and nobody was there in the VIP room.

I stared at the foot of that table.

Stunning scarlet (string) foot mat.

The pleasure of remembering the legs of that one and running the zook and back.

Oh, when, I guess I can be this.

Compared to an empire that can tolerate arrogant but diverse desires, our country is.

Much brittle, sandy cabinet.

No matter how good a race they say it is.

Without a royal family that supports reason, you're just going to be a wild dog.

The royal family used to be a lot of them.

Even the royal family had a variety of preferences and ideas, as dogs do.

To be honest, there were quite a few royals.

But that doesn't matter to the dogs.

If you think it's this guy, you admire him all the way and obey him. I want to stay downstairs.

That's all.

And now.

There is only one royalty found in this world.

A lonely girl who had been abused in the past and was dying.

Stomach completely contracted due to harsh circumstances and hunger.

Since I got here, I've finally returned to normal life, with good meat on my face and limbs.

But no one is relieved that their hearts are perfectly well.

Master Leezelotte is such a clumsy kid.

Too serious to properly read the words of others.

- And hungry for "friends".

Like Sir Marchese and Sir Sheba, he seems to have a sense of intimacy with things that are close to his age.

But I don't want you to be Frank any more.

"Dog" for her means "friend".

Defined differently from your dog in Kennel.

-----I 'm really sorry though.

Between dogs and people, you have to have a solid line.

Floating in the back of her brain, a boy who was her brother-in-law.

Brains that understand dogs as quickly as possible with those mundane eyes.

I expect him to sneak up on me. I want you to come out soon and get an easy position to use.

(I ask her to be further prepared)

The Chancellor is too kind, and the captain is blind.

The Marquis of Pitbull then has too many sexual roots twisted and only conveys violent connotations.

You just have to be honest with your heart.

Yeah, like me.

Then back to the beginning, standing back from delusions of ideal furrowing.

"Dear Mazo! Are you listening!?

"Master, I'm talking to you in the first place.

... I don't think the Chancellor is too kind to say anyway, can I ask you one thing?

"Huh? Ah, yes"

Instead of expressions, smiley eyes speak eloquently of the mind.

Always serious. A clumsy kid who makes every mistake because of it.

"Do you think we dog people are people? Or do you think it's a dog?

"Huh..."

Baffled and speechless husband.

I laugh all the time.

"Your husband finally doesn't consider himself a guest anymore, but he wants to treat us as people"

"Because you all live as people, and most of the people live as people, don't you think?"

That's where it went wrong in the first place.

"Your husband is overthinking it. Let's get this straight. I'm a dog."

I lay low and took your husband's little paw.

She is so loving that she wants love more than anyone else, but she is so loving that she is stuck in the push of intense love.

I gently put my feet on my head.

Your husband who excels in confusion.

"Dogs in this country, no. All dogs are dogs.

I don't understand your values that have lived as pure people, not as royalty, just rambling to give love.

It's really a very simple story. If a dog makes you feel like you're under the owner, that's fine. "

Pulling one leg apart, she was strongly reacted to the phrase "the values of a purely human being".

I would add further advice to that.

"I just want you to step on it."

Severe agitation, one leg that keeps pulling.

Give it up, sir.

Dogs, for example, are dogs.

It's just something simple, like what you really want.

————— In my case, I just want to feel trampled down and feel myself under you.

- - Look, it's simple, isn't it?

"You don't have to think hard about raising dogs.

I just need you to stand clearly up there. You just have to stay at the top of the sequence.

That's all I can feel safe about. So you don't have to be adorable.

We're just annoying other countries, yelling for peace of mind. "

I felt my trembling feet on my head and smiled at her with the finest smile I had ever shown anyone.

- - As I ponder the nature of dogs, I have to buy wasting dogs high.

Yeah, I see it. I don't bark for nothing, nobody bites me. The toilet is lit.

And I don't prestige behind my husband's glory (because I don't understand other dog relationships, etc.).

I know I'm the bottom of the sequence, and I still don't care.

Free dog everywhere.

Dogs like that are rare.

To be loved or not to be loved, to be beaten to be embraced.

He said he forgot your husband's face because he was stupid.

If you remember your husband, relax and follow him behind you.

Really, lazy, stupid.

Your husband thinks of such a dog as a friend.

Other dogs aspire to be "able" dogs everywhere because they feel too strongly about being loved.

Even if that's "what your husband doesn't want".

Anyway, I'm trying to give you the biggest achievement.

Pitbull's attempt to kill for his enemies is a good example.

I want to give you the best in my power.

That's the dog.

It's cute because you just want to be trampled, like me.

For dogs, the fear of being abandoned by your husband is stronger.

One day after another the royalty was gone.

That was nothing but fear.

Your husband will abandon us.

It disappears into the land of death.

There have been many royalties in the past who have been wonderful "wanting to try wacko fu" but he has also disappeared.

Us caught in the trauma of losing a royal family.

The wounds on your heart are not so easily healed.

The clinging will be received by a child who knows nothing but ten years old.

(Oh pathetically. royalty, but I didn't expect tens of thousands of dogs to attack me for it)

... but.

I apparently underestimated your husband - Master Lieselotte.

My husband, who was finally able to return one leg, sighed deeply, deeply, and thought for a little while.

And

"Okay. Your punishment is not nail clipping. No foot mats forever."

And you made a ruthless decision.

An unexpected reaction shocks me like my heart has been grabbed.

"Oh no..."

"... this is still effective"

"Master, it's murder. Are you going to kill my heart?

Unexpectedly, your master looks enlightened and lets his legs hang out.

My eyes desperately followed that move.

"Be a dog"

Soon I turned into a dog, aiming behind my feet with pride of agility.

But your husband just stepped on the ground and said so.

"Thank you, Lord Borzoi."

She somehow thanked me for desperately targeting round shoes.

"Until now I have done nothing but reprimand like people.

So I guess we didn't go through with the dogman, who is the bottom dog, and our love for each other went wrong.

- I finally understand. "

What a fast growth.

I will put my husband's toe on the tip of my nose, but he won't lift me up at all.

And with a crying face, I look up to your husband.

An icy, ruthless smile.

There's that pit bull so excited, such a cruel smile that you don't think you're from this world.

The more my hair turned upside down, the more I freaked out.

"Don't bother other dogs if you want to be trampled by me thoughtfully"

Your husband went on to say it cold (probably lovingly).

"Not to work to discredit others and other dogs indiscriminately.

If you want to set up in another country, don't make naughty dead people.

… and report to me at the top, properly from the beginning. That way... "

He gently combs my hairy hair on his back and gently combs it, keeping the atmosphere like an ice queen.

And he snapped up my face with both hands and fixed my cheeks hairy.

"A lot. And I praise you for being such a good boy."

Even now, I think you should rip your neck off unmistakably, that smile.

I was totally otch.

This is the future, no, not now.

I can expect intense stepping.

I get no less hairy than any carpet or foot mat.

So determined.