Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

Big white clouds rise, under cloudy skies.

I fell on my midsummer coat.

I can't stop sweating.

"Sire, aren't you ashamed to turn up the sound with that much?

Standing nearby is Mrs. Poodle. I am Spartan educated.

Sleeveless on her white coat.

I have whirl-wrapped white hair that colours a clear beauty!

She has a dog development book (bible) in her hand.

"No, I won't fall down next, definitely again!

I lifted my hands again and took a standing position.

Likewise, a blue coat, a blue half-sided shirt and long hair are put together over the head.

I wear a big twisted hat and the sun is blocked...... it's dazzling.

"Nice to meet you. Your Majesty, I'm coming!

"Yes!"

"I can't. Please don't even..."

I'm on my way to Mr. Teresa.

gaze at her furrows beneath a large parasol and how to find an exact steeple.

The furrows of the Newfoundland clan, both at the highest level and mundane.

If my little hand can beat this enormous foe......!

I changed my expression (though it doesn't look like it).

"I can't beat you"

Of all the royal (kano) praise moves, that it is the highest difficulty g [ok ok, wow shucks].

The ultimate move is to pretend to be around your whole body in an instant and massage your exact bumps and send them to heaven.

The developer of the move is Mutsgoro Bewdeger, the only legendary person in the royal family who has succeeded.

Abel, your father's notes say, "I respect you. That's a good thing," he wrote.

As a master of my heart, I decided to look up to him.

Colorful set of parasols around. Lots of women underneath.

Ladies and gentlemen, noble ladies and female civilians.

Many of them look like dogs and sit under chairs and tables.

And all of them.

You're tying a purple beautiful lace ribbon around your neck.

"Dear Leese, Ah! Good luck -!

"Its face is numb!

"Don't even fight wax fur next time -"

One female civilian told Master Mars watching how things were going.

"What the hell is a yellow round stuffed animal sitting in this chair, Master Marchese, by the way"

"I'm acting for the Chancellor. Put it down for now, Madam."

Dear Chef Alan Bloodhound from the dining room comes with a paper bag suspended in one hand.

Tie your hair higher than usual and shake a paper bag.

"Your Majesty! Please have a proper snack for the break. I've made a special baum couch. If you take a shower, eat it."

"I love Baum too! I'll do my best!"

I was challenged by Mr. Teresa.

There's a reason why I dare try to extremes a dog-man's delightful moves.

Dear Massoud von Afghanhound,

He asked me to do him a favor.

"Afghanhound! What are you going to do in the first place!

Ali von Boxer, the accounting director, is royal and angry.

This is my office.

Same situation as the other day, but different people make up the inside of the room.

What pisses me off is Sir Afghanhound sitting on the carpet in the office looking like a dog.

The furrows of salad look graceful at first sight, but by the way, they are stiff and dusty.

This is evidence of neglect of care.

He's been leaning his neck for a long time now.

You know what I'm saying?

"I know it's a pain in the ass to change civilian clothes as usual, so I can see it stays like a dog. But the clan you brought in is too bad!? They even took my job."

I'm supposed to build a coastal jetty, but I've built a fortress.

I'm supposed to repair the field, but I built a vegetable factory.

I thought I ran out of budget, and I've discovered Golden Mountain.

Yay!

"What did you do?! The order's fucked up!

To the screaming Sir Boxer, the yawning Sir Afghanhound.

'It's not a good thing. If only the results were good. You guys can train. [M] You like it, don't you?

"No, not quite. Though I would alter your people's paperwork or graffiti if I lost my mind! Surveillance alone takes time. Why are you talking to me one at a time?"

'It's not an alteration. It's Kaizen, right? You can't help it because it works better that way.'

"... if you're graffiti"

'Cause I'm gonna get bored right away. I get it. "

"You can't. It is!

To Sir Gyangi and Sir Angry Boxer, Sir Afghanhound is a horse-earthed breeze. Dog ears, though.

I sat in my seat again, Master Mars at my feet.

The stuffed animal in the straight golden retriever is carried with a negative string.

I have been with the stuffed animal for a long time to fulfill Master Leonhardt's "desire to be by his side". But lately, I've grown a lot of attachment, and I'm familiar with the stuffed animal known as "Rei."

But wasn't that good......

Darius, who was supposed to keep a gentle eye on me the other day, went back to his inner puppy, "Somehow busy," and titled him to your own doghouse, hastily rescuing him from breaking it down inside.

Of course he said, "Meh!".

It's been a long time since I stopped sleeping with Dashiva, and I also sneaked in line for a pillow.

Then when I woke up in the morning...... it was hanging from the ceiling.

Master Mars under the floor said that everyone in Unit V lurking on the ceiling had hung up 'something against the habit of cotton chunks'?

In the end.

For a doggie, what is a royal dog (no honey)?

No dog can escape the object of jealousy.

The more you shelter, the more likely you seem to be targeted by attacks from dogs (especially males).

Historical dogs should have been strong.

Because I had to beat the jealousy of such a troublesome male.

Teresa, who is going to re-sew the detached eyes of "Leo You,"

"Males are jealous. It's important to keep your dog at a reasonable distance, even if you keep him at your side."

And I told you.

By the time Dashiva returns, I will learn something called "good distance".

————— Well.

Lord Afghanhound, who doesn't even care about 'you' at all, looks at this one for a moment.

"Does your husband want me to be like this?

"Yeah, I'm glad the clans are here to help. But I'm also glad that you started using hanko instead of footprints for paperwork."

(Besides, I got some angel wok for you)

Inside my one-piece pocket are five silver angel wonkos, a winner of lottery sweets [Kyoro Wonko]. Now you can replace it with your coveted 'Wow Angel Can'.

This morning.

Lord Afghanhound offered this for me, carrying "Lao-you" with a big string, and he cut it out, "Actually, I need to talk to you..."

I inadvertently stared at the silver angel wacko and stopped moving.

Lord de Bellmann and Lord Boxer, who stood in front of Master Mars and saw him by chance, followed him in a hurry.

(This is not an acquisition. Wow, this is a problem consultation)

Desperately making excuses to himself, Sir Doberman, sitting on the couch for the reception, was called out by the two of you fighting unilaterally.

"Sir Afghanhound has been such a jen for a long time. Ali, more than that, Your Majesty is willing to be worshipped. Let's talk about the heart of it."

To the unanswered question, Sir Richter von Doberman, who prefers herbal tea for reception.

I have a noon wide theater script on my knees to read. They use their power and occasionally force them to use their scripts.

Other well-groomed Rottweiler ministers are busy building temporary homes, and they say they work hard on the ground with building materials.

Directed by Dear Angela Leonberger. Sir Rottweiler nailed as much as he could to the instruction of any harsh director, planking and caring for the flowing old man......

(Hmm? Minister......?

What the hell is the job of a Kennel Kingdom minister to do?

"So," said Sir Boxer, as he opened his mouth, the sound of a knock on the door.

Master Darius, who perceived the person behind the door, ordered him to "enter" towards the door.

"Oh, that! Would you like to call me!

It was the beagle tech chief of the Fourth Corps crew who jumped in.

Master Rascal will follow you from behind.

Has he come in quite a hurry, he looks like a dog?

Around the mouth, a sticky sauce.

Looks like Master Rascal called you right after dinner. I'm sorry.

Sir Boxer and Sir Doberman, who saw him, were convinced, oh.

"What, of digging... I see"

"It's urgent, but I can't help it. Your Majesty, I will be present."

The Director-General of the three bureaux has been consulted about the new underground shortly the other day and has obtained an understanding.

I spoke gently to the nervous beagle chief.

Sir Malamut told me about the new underground tunnel.

Pickle and his ears jump.

"Huh!? Are you sure you want to build a new underground!? Yay! Where can I dig!? Is this a submarine tunnel to the continent of Lieselotte!? I used to get tired of my spare time and dug it quite a bit, are you finally allowed to serve it later!? Swollen '

"Shh!

Master Rascal hastily shut Chief Beagle's mouth.

I won't listen to you, but I'm patient here.

Too much time has passed to be angry that they have inadvertently done too much.

Wow, in this hoax, no matter how angry you get, you don't reflect on things that have gone through time.

On the spot he said, "Meh!" Doesn't make sense if you don't.

A lot, a lot. We have learned.

(In a different way, let's plant a horseradish)

As I grabbed Chief Beagle's mouth, I just grinned and laughed, not saying anything to Master Rascal, who was in a hurry to look at this one.

... you have a tail that you shouldn't be able to see, in your inner crotch.

I'll cut the story out again.

"Now Chief Beagle. Don't you want another big underground stretch across the continent?

'Hmm? The whole thing? Your Majesty, Captain. What do you mean?

When Lady Rascal explained [her plan to double deep underground stretch through the underground tunnel], she nodded her eyes sparkling.

'That's rewarding! Captain! Captain! Budget includes snacks, please! Okay, I'm coming! Gha!'

Chief Beagle, who dashed against the door, said, "Honey!," I screamed.

He hit Sir Afghanhound sleeping on the carpet and fell.

He will rush to earth.

"Gu, Chief of Military Affairs! Shh, excuse me! I didn't mean to bump into you! Sorry about the sauce on the fur! Me, it's just, it's all about digging holes right in front of me, and the world doesn't care!

It's not a good reason at all.

"Uh, this has developed a bad habit of artisan dogs (otaka). I don't care if my life gets better when I'm often into development too. So I'm single."

"Sir Malamute. You really don't care."

(But that state of confusion. This looks like you should stand in a little while)

When I stand up and try to forgive Chief Beagle.

Sir Afghanhound became a figure of man and lifted up the chief beagle who apologized in a hurry.

"Never mind. That's what Unit IV is all about. But you should wipe your mouth. I'm going to explain in front of a lot of crew."

'Oh, yes. Thank you......'

And smiling uncommonly and serenely, wiping Chief Beagle's mouth with the sleeves of his civilian clothes, he slowly lowered it.

Chief Beagle looked up at Sir Afghanhound, smiling in front of him, wondering.

For a little while.

And he said, 'Ha. We have to hurry,' he rushed off into the hallway, looking like a dog.

Next to me, Master Mars said, "That's unusual. Lord Afghanhound doesn't care about dirt, and even though he's not very interested in others in the first place," he snaps.

Lady Rascal before the diagonal answers.

"Originally Captain Afghanhound loves the Beagle clan. Because my mother is from the Beagle clan."

"Mother beagles......"

They say that even if the father and mother are from another dog breed, they do not become a mixed breed (hybrid) and are born with either trait.

"They used to be around a lot, the mixed species. So did the dog man's exemplary Porch. Is it now about the Lobos of the Leezelotte continent, the Wolf Hybrid?"

When the royalty leaves the direct line, it hardly smells like the owner. As much as that, it is said to be a wonder of this Kennel kingdom.

"Nevertheless. Originally the Afghanhound clan is famous for its low loyalty among dogs. I don't care how many Heidegger remarks you've had, it just doesn't feel right to look at them that cooperative and friendly."

And, Master Darius said, Sir Afghanhound turned this way. Your civilian clothes are pretty dirty.

He looked at me and was turned into a "oops rude" and dog figure.

Dog style, he said, is a constant means of misleading dirt.

And 'Bye, Your Majesty. Now I will try to push the hanko, not the footprint on the paperwork,' he greeted, opening the door and gracefully letting the long hairs swoop away.

————— What, huh?

"Didn't you have an errand!?

Sir Afghanhound turned to the scream of Sir Boxer with a grunt across the door.

"I forgot."

"Don't forget..."

Sir Doberman is frightened.

Again.

Now you will sleep on the couch and explain to me why you stopped me.

"I hate my job in the first place."

"I know."

"I know."

The two directors of the bureau who respond without getting their hair in between.

At your feet, Master Mars will explain, 'It's a famous story, right?'

She's always been famous for hating her job before she blunted her head with a war wound. You think I was skipping all sorts of pushes on Lady Rascal, who was deputy captain at the time?

It is a character not uncommon in the Afghanhound clan of independent steps.

"I have a working brother with the opposite personality.

I was born from the same mother, but he was a beagle with his mother's blood. Besides, he's beagly energetic, and he's a man who admires Master Porch.

I also love Master Abel...... shouldn't that have happened '

When Master Abel died, despair began his wild dogging.

He said, 'I could hurt someone if I became a wild dog. It won't even be recognized by society. At the very least. I seek out and defeat Shirokabuto and gain the significance of my presence in the country' and enter the mountains... I could never find it again.

Inside the room, you can only hear the clock.

He continued.

"You know it's an eight, right? But when I come back as a wild dog, I can't live as a dog man. Interpretation, capital punishment or life sentence in the Kingdom of Kennel. That normal dog is off-limits. I'm not coming out of that dog abandonment mountain for the rest of my life. I hurried to search the Dog Abandoned Mountain, couldn't find my brother, and was attacked by other wild dogs and left with serious death injuries. The ones whose instincts surpassed everything are strong... '

Afghanhound clan then completely bent the navel.

After the defensive battle, they caged it in territory.

"My family had a little brother. That was adorable... so you hated extra loyal dogs"

If I didn't like royalty, I wouldn't have been a wild dog.

If you love dogs, why did the king abandon us and go to the afterlife?

The royal family abandoned us.

-----Shin. The inside of the room became quiet.

The two directors of the bureau are also eye-opening.

"Sir Afghanhound......"

'But in the next refugee issue, wouldn't you say there's a mix of wild dogs? Your Majesty, I said I would cooperate with your attitude, and the clan was also motivated. Of course there's a heart for this.'

Sir Afghanhound slowly rose from the top of the couch and walked to me.

And you look up at me sitting in the executive chair.

"A wild dog went out of the mountain. This is an anomaly. '

There's no way wild dogs can get out of Mount Dog Abandoned.

Because I can't stay away from my instincts to keep looking for a lodging enemy (Higmar).

'I no longer have the brains to develop or the power to fight. Dogs who cannot work will not have dog rights.

But I'd like to ask for you in anticipation. Could you please persuade me as royalty to look for my brother who has become a wild dog and return me to my territory '

He has become a person.

Blush, but thin, long silky hair. Age unknown and delicate face. If we were to compare Mazo-like, a beautiful young man of the world, to moonlight, he had an atmosphere as graceful and strange as a fairy.

And a small scratch on your forehead.

Take my hand with a flowing trick and I will kiss you on the back.

"I dedicate all my loyalty to the cooperation of the Afghan Hound clan. Please, help my brother."

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

(Remember, there were juice stains on civilian clothes. That's why you didn't go back to being people)

Fighting fur with that in mind eventually tilted the day and I did my best on the court.

"My arm... my arm cramped"

"Sire!"

Mr. Pulley, a civilian, screams.

I got down on my knees and her dreads looked up with regret at the mundane fur as well.

At all, I couldn't stand my teeth......

Master Mars will hold you and you will head under a parasol where many of our wolves are falling by accident.

"I feel sorry to fall in this much..."

"Enough is enough, Your Majesty. Twenty people have already fainted from happiness in" Whispering. "

"But more, more. I want many dogs to be satisfied."

--According to past hearsay.

The dog man who became a wild dog also said he responded to the royal feeling caged stroke moves.

Can't we manage to protect the Kennel Kingdom instead of being terminated because it's dangerous?

That's what I think.

(Both refugees and wild dogs. I didn't want to be)

The laboratory is asked to proceed with the research.

But I repeat my special training like today, trying to do whatever I might be able to do as well.

"Master Mutsugoro is far away..."

"That's right, then. It's a legend, isn't it?

With a sigh, Mr. Teresa spread the bath towel and headed to the waiting area.