Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

I am a breeding dog.

His name is Leonhardt.

The Lord is gone.

A vain eyed Afghanhound asks, having surrendered to a national funeral mourning.

"Leonhardt. What the hell are you up to?

"- What? A home dog, though?

"There can't be a royal family anymore."

Dear Abel, who died the other day.

Our last king.

Master Abel was a kind man who admired his family.

But destiny was ironic, and those who were kinder than anyone were farther in love than anyone else.

So how about yourself?

Even though my best friend Darius was finally getting the status of his dog.

I couldn't even be a home dog.

I'm not the only one.

Dogs all over the Kennel kingdom have lost their owners.

pity and despair that suddenly strikes.

And as the drizzle rocked on the inner wild dogs, the invasion of the surrounding countries began.

What makes a wild dog.

What dies in battle.

Something that struggles without its original power.

Unable to recover from the immense sense of loss, our compatriots go to great lengths.

I still couldn't give up.

I really wanted to be a home dog.

Because every time an old relative tells me about the scenery I once had, I dreamed of it.

Put cooking clothes on in your dreams, and I shake my balls.

On his back is a royal royal child carrying a royal baby, pulling his hem and grunting 'Hey Dinner Still Ah'.

The owner is sleeping on the couch and turning the magazine as he roams the fried confectionery.

"Leonhardt, make some rice"

"Leonhardt, please be a pillow"

"Leonhardt, there's still dust."

"Leonhardt, you're not making enough money."

"When the rice is ready, the rice is still here."

"Ooh."

Oh, what a home sight.

Even the days of healing royal families, raising children and living together.

My best friend Darius once stuck me in, "Isn't that just what you want to have a female hippo," but I still don't want you to drag me through puppy years and stick to "cute".

But that's why.

Because I have dreams that I will never give up, I admired Abel's potential for survival.

My father, who was prime minister, died in battle, and I was younger and became prime minister.

But I don't care about that.

What matters now is that you discover your future husband and return to Kennel.

And spoil a lot.

I can't think of anything else.

I divided Kennel's power into searches.

Prime Minister's authority, but no one says no.

They were all hungry for royalty.

Maybe the empire or the Yumanist kingdom will see the gap and attack again.

But that's the time.

As long as your husband is around, we're invincible.

All you have to do is beat it right up and take back the territory, such as the people who can't even control the ferocious wild dogs.

Thus I decided to take the initiative myself to lead the troops.

The destination is the old continent.

It's a world known as the gateway to a transformed race.

We crossed the sky and the sea and took a few days to reach the north end.

What an outdated world the legendary old continent was.

says Gentleman of the Pitbull family.

"Prime Minister, this world is a degenerative civilization"

"No, you're not. I guess there's just no progress."

There is no difference between the description of the country when the first king, Ayal, was on this continent.

My dog training book (bible) was as it was labeled "a depraved (fussy) country abandoned".

An unhygienic town.

The number of poor people.

Days of poor eating and relying on grain, supple vegetables and a hint of meat.

Adults walking with underdeveloped children are also frivolous.

Only a very few aristocrats and merchants are fattening.

There is no car. There are no tanks. Gunpowder, of course.

Even waterways are cluttered, and this would make field crops difficult to grow.

And the only way to communicate is with animals.

We headed south as we deployed a search party around the transceiver with one hand.

After a while, we became subject to certain rumors.

"A group of demons with giant blunt pigs march on crushing nations and lords everywhere"

'It divides the strange food. I also told them how to grow it. "

"It helps the sick and the wounded"

"It will then cure the infrastructure"

"I'm surprised to see a dog for some reason"

Devil or God only?

It seems to be reputed in many ways.

But as a matter of fact, the people who tried to capture us with curiosity were only crushed by the Second Corps, because there were people on the verge of starvation in front of us, and the Seventh Corps and the Civilian Corps just taught us easy food, and the Eighth Corps just did what it deserved, and there was a hole in the road, and the Fourth Corps artisan dog accidentally got his hands on it where the Great River was flooding.

That's all I said to the strangely grateful purebloods.

"Take care of a dog that doesn't look like a person," he said.

Eventually we became known as the Radical Dog Care Group (Greenpeace), ignoring the surrounding positive or negative ratings and so on, and just kept asking for orphans.

Totally surprising, dogs on this continent can't take a person's appearance.

Like a pure man, I thought you were just adamant about dogs...... it's really just dogs.

I couldn't believe it at all.

The other dogs can hardly believe that fact and when they come across it, some stray from their gaze openly.

But the dogs in this world are stupid or not.

There were many dogs with jobs in each of them, shepherd dogs, police dogs, rescue dogs and nursing dogs, each of whom felt proud of their role.

I meet a dog here.

I can't thank you enough, her.

My meeting with her promised me a future with my dear, dear husband.

We were marching to the next country, towing and crushing bandits.

It is further south that there is a large capital.

So the dancer who deceived Abel's child escaped, to gather information on Mona.

Apparently Mona was a pure person. Apparently, that's because she never had a transformation.

He lived with his family near the King's Capital of the Empire, but the house fell and was sold to one of the travellers at an early age.

She doesn't have the beauty to look at all the time, but she quickly became a seller with a light figure and a gentle smile. But no matter how much you stand in the arts, the world of entertainment cannot be told without patrons.

A sitting chairman was in a good mood to get young women to sleep with powerful people everywhere and to help attract visitors. Mona couldn't turn down the job.

Everyone was surprised that Abel received her from the sitter.

No matter how many STDs you are tested for, you are a traveler dancer. I rarely get my hands on it. Even though the rear palace already said that many dogs drew royal blood had refrained.

That's not much you said about Mona.

I guess I took into account the feelings of the dogs.

The High Priest said, "Love between men and women is an inexplicable world. Don't think rationally," he said, "but as a professional who builds a healthy family... there's a heap of things I'd like to say about Abel's lady hobby.

but I dare not speak here.

It was a real coincidence that I got there.

On the right trail, a strangely scented woman - a dog - appeared.

The exterior looks a lot like Sir Gray von Mastiff of Unit II.

No, it's a lot bigger than that, and your face is even stronger. But with a good nose, we'll find out --that it's a woman.

She is a woman but very muscular and unusually dignified. I'm also scared of my eyes.

The pit bulls, who were not supposed to know anything strong, were lagging behind.

On his mouth, he was adding someone's ripped collar.

"Lord Gentleman. Isn't that woman a doggie?

"No, I thought that lady was probably just a dog. But that smell -- apparently drifting from the collar you're adding."

A gentleman called Pitbull's heretic child, he immediately stepped out of the tank and began negotiating with her in the form of a dog.

She looked at the gesture with no movement at all against him with his muscular lumps and powerful fangs. Apparently, they can tell Gentleman is a gentleman.

She never tried to release the collar, but only allowed me to confirm it.

"Apparently, it says' Dashiba '. Sounds like other dog belongings. I thought she ate too much from the tooth mould."

"Negotiate with me if you can show me to the owner."

"Mm-hmm. Apparently it's a pretty serious dog. I think the vibe says, 'If you ask people for something, tell them directly in front of you.'"

She has a less robust atmosphere.

I walked away as a dog and lowered my prefix to cut benevolence.

'Please. I wonder if you could match the scent holder of that collar'

"... bah"

When she barked, she turned her heels back and turned around as she followed her to the end of the trail.

'Hmm. Sounds like you're being polite. Fine, follow me.'

Words don't make any sense between us.

But somehow. That's what I felt like talking about.

And we find out that she was a goddess of destiny.

The town we arrived in was a common small town.

Lords of the luxurious trinity, unmotivated nobles, fat merchants, conservative civilians, and suffering poor people.

Flower sellers from the slums sell dying flowers to people on the road with a small hand of gullibility.

I don't smell flowers at all.

- - But our hearts were exalted.

Smells good.

It smells very good.

This is ————— the scent of royalty!

To avoid alarm, we begin a search around the area in the form of dogs.

I decided to act with her when the other dogs were too scared to move.

She was familiar with this town.

Furthermore, all the dogs on the road pose as "surrenders" to her.

Apparently, he was the boss around here.

Finally, we arrived at a mansion.

It is a typical mansion for small and medium-sized aristocrats.

There is a small garden, and the more splendid the mansion, the more splendid the walls surround.

There is a particularly good smell coming from the small window of the mansion characterised by red bricks.

"... are you here"

"Bubba."

She shook her head.

The "dashi" collar, which I wrapped around my neck by reinforcing the length with other strings, shakes gently.

'Are you saying you're away...?

When I tried to check again, an unpleasant gold cut suddenly echoed through the front door of the mansion.

"How come you don't have any more money! I thought I blamed you after that girl disappeared!

What the hell is that supposed to mean, 'I'm stopping the aid now'!?

"Mother, we don't have enough pennies."

"Hey, I owed you money from a friend in the meantime, so give it back to me instead of your mother."

Apparently, a middle-aged woman with thick makeup and her two sons.

It has a very slight mix of good aromas, but it smells more rotten than that. Mixed and disgusting.

"It's already a good year. Work for me!

"Nobles lose when they work, Mother. You always said that."

"So, Mother, I want you to grab a rich man from now on for us."

"Uh, I can't. Mother is old enough not to be deluded with makeup anymore. The value of the product has dropped. Isn't the after-wife business tough?

"Wouldn't there be a way to say that!? If I like it, I'm on my way! And as a consideration, a man will just give you everything!

A voice hangs from the back of the front door to the parents and children who have an irresistible conversation.

There's no rotting odor. I don't even smell it. It's a boy with glasses.

He asks, with a face so objectively unworthy of his age.

"Is life too? Mother."

Gikri, and the hardening woman.

But soon he answered the boy as if nothing had happened.

"... yes. Life, status, the governor. Everything is dedicated by a man."

"Hmm. Dedicated, hey"

The glasses boy mocks at the nuance that he knows everything.

The woman who was uncomfortable with the look of it said, "What kind of attitude do you have towards your mother!," but the boy doesn't move.

"You don't have any money in the scholar's house in the first place, do you?"

The boy removes his glasses, wipes them once, and hangs them back up.

And his gaze sharp, he began to blame the three blood-like people.

"You relied on Reese."

Bud, what are you talking about?

"Reese has been supporting the terrible household of this house until now.

That kid is less expressive, but more affectionate than anyone else. Cain, who knew that. My father-in-law friends loved me, and they were giving me money out of the pocket of a poor nobleman to help me until I was an adult. If you were to expel the subject, who would give you the money?

Country? The country doesn't have any more money to keep weak aristocrats, does it? Are you a merchant in and out? They only think that a poorly paid aunt is a real estate object.

- - No way, I thought my husband's friends were flaunting themselves? Ouch wow. "

A woman raged at the allegation.

I try to raise my hand and slap him on the cheek, but he easily escapes.

"Bud, go to your mother. Oh, my God! Besides, I hate western language, so you're telling me to stop!

"The only time a woman can be forgiven for saying 'I hate this' is when she walks in Yochiyochi! I don't know anymore!

I heard that Reese was banished from the facility. And he's missing. I heard you were happy to hear from me that you were going to die! I haven't thought of you as a parent for a long time, but really only today. You're the ones who drown wild!

A boy rushes through the gate, poking at parents and children who are out of words in too much dialogue.

For lack of smell, that boy smells more royal.

I, with her next door, decided to track him down.

Past the whole city, past the slums, and after a while out on a hill where the facility looked far away.

A boy looks at the facility from a distance and grinds his teeth.

"Goddamn it. That facility, the operation, is only first-class security to the monkey's ass. I don't know how many noble children have been abandoned."

Then he grabbed his fist and ran out toward the mountain on the side of town with his eye-stare on it.

"The slum florist said a galloping silver-haired kid came to look for a job. I'm glad you didn't get caught.... Are you really stupid serious or clumsy? Leave him alone.

————— I said I would protect you, so you should have gone back to the mansion. Dumb. "

That was sudden.

And the intense good smell pierced my nose trying to follow the boy again. This...!

The scent is in the opposite direction.

It's from the back mountain!

At the same time she gets intensely excited.

I think I noticed a scent of something I wanted to see.

Me and her snort at each other. And the boy started running in the opposite direction to the mountain he headed.

Now. Now it's time to meet the royalty ----------!

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

What happened after that was too dramatic.

Too sweet.

I was so happy that I thought I'd used up all my life's happiness.

Red collar on my neck.

A testament that the owner was made.

My little husband was a skinny, abusive, very pathetic girl.

Oh, how pathetic.

Home dog, if I don't heal!

Home dog, I have to keep you healthy!

Would there have been children in royal history who needed a domestic dog so much, no (I assure you)?

She was just the master of destiny.

Proud of the Golden Retriever clan.

Wrap this child in fur to protect and raise him. Decline contact with the outside world so that it never gets hurt. Wish for healthy growth.

It doesn't even make me feel dusty about my worries outside.

I don't have to worry about it.

I was willing to lay strict precautions all over the country and hide your husband through until he was genuinely an adult initially.

In other countries, a fifth unit was deployed to give Marchese a domestic public security job. He also ordered Greyhound of the seventh unit to hide the information thoroughly. Back society was silenced with money, blackmail and violence.

And to the eighth unit.

Diseases that attacked the royalty - - rushed the development of a vaccine against rabies.

And left some troops on the old continent.

There is also surveillance of the Heidegger women foxes, but that jazz woman - - because I have to thank her, which would be a hybrid of the Mastiff clan and something horrible.

She had an owner.

That's why I didn't take you.

Your husband taught me.

But that woman's name is Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth is my neighbor. She's very maiden and adorable. '

with very interesting words.

'That kid likes Dashiva, doesn't he?' Cause the other males get away with it as soon as they see Elizabeth, but Dashiva can't get away with it through her hips'

Someday, I want to see you again.

The head of the Central Knights is Darius, but I, the prime minister, have the helm of all the Knights.

"Take the whole army and create your husband's happiness!

Powerful or mad dog?

I don't care what they say. I want to make that kid happy with my hands.

I'll do anything I can.

- - That's even the sort of thing that sells souls.

Finally, I decided to make a new pair of cooking clothes that I had already made.

- - On the other hand.

My husband, named Lieselotte, was a child who was very much behaving and freshly frightened.

He seemed completely uninterested in saying that he was enhancing the loyalty of the dogs with a wonderful scent in the corner.

Instead, I'm a customer.

The gentle people just happened to help.

That's why I shouldn't say anything about Wagamama.

Asking around desperately for orders to be given as dogs doesn't reach her.

Humble in a way. Stubborn in a way.

The surrounding dogs were scratching.

Well, there may be no imposition.

There are no more transformed races on that continent.

No matter how much "wonko" you start to call me, it seems to me that in my heart I think of you as a person.

And that wasting dog.

If that was thought to be typical of dogs, there's no point in thinking of us only as people.

Or how far away is the dog, that dog?

You should be able to keep a dog, right?

Your husband is pathetic to have such a waste dog.

But your husband... still loves that dog.

If you don't want to leave for a moment, I always keep you by my side.

It's like a stabiliser in your heart.

As if the toddler can't let go of the stuffed animal.

The Afghanhound is in a hurry for me.

'Oh, you're jealous, you guys. That sounds really stupid. What are you pushing on each child?'.

That's how one season passes.

I finally realized I was making a big mistake.

My little husband, who I thought was a pathetic child, is a single woman named Lieselotte.

To be the best owner, who envelops our dogs with great love.

Would the first trigger have been a royal raid by pure humanistic extremists?

--- - At that time. She saw the pain of the puppies and was determined to put herself on the battlefield.

Or would it have been time for a reign ceremony parade?

- She told me to call myself "Reese," and decided to be the owner of all dogs.

No. Maybe it was when I lost and fell in the summer and she embarked on internal affairs.

- Not afraid of the threat of the sun, he started to raise his voice and explore his ways.

For true multi-headed breeding, when you let go of the dog yourself, which was the stabiliser of your heart, and vowed to be independent as a person?

No. None of them are.

I've always thought of her as a pathetic, protective subject.

But did you need my hands or something?

Whenever my little husband tries to worry, raise, and grow himself.

Without resenting anyone. Without hating anyone.

Accept everything and try to further enhance yourself.

If I was aware, it was me who was protected.

'But now it's time. I want to make the people (Wonko) broadly happy. Of course to Dashiva, I'm going to make you a nice place. But first ————— Dear Leonhardt the Golden Dog. It's you. "

Yeah, let's admit it.

With me, I missed you. It was pathetic.

There was no one to love, and it was hard.

Me with no royalty left and just fled to love unilaterally.

But she was kind enough to envelop herself.

Your husband.

Give me a collar.

In the true sense of the word, please be your dog.

"Excuse me, Leonhardt."

A former genius dog, Massoud von Afghanhound, an older friend, came to the office with a black and white dog on his head.

He was supposed to hide in the territory.

As it turned out, the enemy who broke into the Kennel was destroyed, but it was he who fell on his side in the first place and guided the enemy army.

Besides, to cause a huge disaster called Shirokabuto.

The death penalty was painfully escaped because of some past contributions.

That's where Lady Reese gave the order to "raise an orphan" as queen, so all she had to do was cage him in the territory.

Me and Sir Doberman and I consulted each other and kept the hustle and bustle that they worked externally for 'The Development of Final Weapons'.

(I'm not wrong. It's about the past of black and white dogs.)

It's just that he won't come back to the royal palace anymore.

That's how his clear eyes tell the story. He said it was all over.

She's being cared for by a black and white dog, and she's dressed very nicely.

Her skin and hair are still refreshing, and her beauty, originally of unknown age, is even younger.

I thought I'd say goodbye to you.

"What about the others?

"You'll see."

My pace is the same.

I asked him.

"Afghanhound. What do you want to be in the future?

His one-eyebrow rises on this question.

"That's funny. I wonder if that's a dialogue I should ask young people."

"I'd like to get a little more grown-up before you ask questions."

Haha, and smiled lightly and he stroked the black and white dog over his head.

A lukewarm puppy.

It doesn't overlap at all with the way you were running away from all that bulimia.

Black and white dog Charlie is very adorable and very popular with doggy women and children.

I know His Majesty is also sneaking a stroke.

It's hard to sneak up on Darius.

Some old men mourn that they are studying a former threat, but I don't mind. Because we're leaving the capital anyway.

"In the meantime, I'm going to be Charlie's father.

The clans are also willing to enjoy raising their children again. I need to protect you from getting screwed up at best. What about you, Leonhardt? The prime minister can't be born any more. "

I get up from the desk and look at the window.

The sky was blue and the scaly clouds were announcing the coming of autumn.

Again, I thought of the little woman, walking on her own.

so you can walk away with that one -----.

"Again, I thought I'd go for a real home dog"