Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

Would I have been born a dog man and had such a delightful day?

My little lord walks out to the throne with his young hand on the big hand I offer.

Up the stairs she wears a piece under her white knee. But when she stretched her spine and walked out, it felt more elegant and extravagant than any dress.

With her hips down on the throne made for Her Majesty the Queen, she puts me to the right, calls Leonhardt to the left, and asks me to "line up before me, gentlemen".

He commanded his men, gathered with a strange face, to "bow down" with clear and clear eyes.

The cavaliers who were on this occasion and all the cavaliers of some of the civil servants become dogs and sit around Her Majesty's throne.

It was all the way to the deputy captain, so it overflowed the dog to the bottom of the stairs and became a large oval shaped with canine lettering.

... I'm concerned about the Afghan hound sitting in the shadow of the pillar.

But that one is useful. As long as you're wrapping your sire's collar around, you'll come up with something positive, not a prank.

Master Reese said he looked around slowly at the gathered dogs.

"You are all my precious dogs"

I am desperately trying to create a "soft" smile to distort my hard beauty and manage not to look cold, but I fail no matter how I look at it. The nickname "Brutal White Night Queen" recently given in another country really suits me.

But the dog knows.

Her feelings are conveyed without telling.

There are no vocal cords that can speak a clear language to the transformed races that take the form of animals.

Instead, I skip my heart talk and complain to my head.

At the same time, it can be conveyed with emotions. Especially hostility and affection. Sometimes the desire to take care of loved ones in particular feels like water stains.

The tender feelings of the young girl healed the wounds of our hearts, once self-inflicted, over time.

"I have decided to live in Wagamama. My intention is to live happily every day with my dog. So once again, I give you more orders than I do."

nervous. What the hell did Master Leese do -----.

"Sir St. Bernard's is coming to Lieselotte."

'Yes!'

"As soon as you find out who the plague is and have measures in place, share the information with the whole world through Unit Seven. Sir Greyhound, your press might be questioned. Fairly, only communicate the facts in real time."

'... is that okay? Intelligence is a weapon, so troops like me exist.'

"Yeah. I found that out in the summer. That's why we have to make the most of it. Let other national research institutes do the research at the same time and establish therapies and prevention methods."

I see. Sure, that's a hand.

Kennel called it the Spring Religious War, internal affairs interference in the summer empire, and scattered too many threats to other countries.

Seeing other countries "devoting" very young princes, isolation is an inevitable situation.

Presenting actively useful information from here would, above all, appease neighbouring countries.

"And it doesn't matter how much the budget goes. Contribute your development funds here. Of course, if requested by research institutes in other countries, a fund should be created to provide it"

"Hey! Hey Sire! Why do you need to aid other countries with money!? The national treasury is only a safe that should be operated for the people!

Boxer Accounting Director rushes up his front leg.

Problem dog retired from second unit at the convenience of the house. He was always full of dissatisfaction and a man selling fights to departments everywhere, but thanks to Master Reese, he was starting to focus a lot on his work.

"It's going to be for the people at the end of the day, so there's no problem at all. Dr. Schneiser. Instead, I'd like a plain explanation."

"I understand."

It was Dr. Alfred Schnauzer who emerged from the herd.

He was also the one who gave numerous lectures to Master Leese on rabies. Dear Leese's thoughts as a monarch are of great influence to him.

The Doctor sits at the queen's feet. And I gently rocked my mustache with my forefoot and started talking.

'The fear of rabies has not yet been lost from us. Psychological damage done to the country, like this one where the whole royal palace was in turmoil with one possibility, will affect the operation of the country for the next decade.

How can this thing be horrible? Is it a pathogen? Will people die?

- - Above all, it's our fear that we should counteract. Your Majesty. "

"Above all 'rumors', I fear"

'Yeah. We dogs are strong. With the exception of special examples such as dragon men, there are many individuals with excellent physical abilities and brains, yet they come together in groups to develop new technologies one after the other. But I'm lonely with dogs.'

Dogs are lonely. Oh, even if I know better.

I still know if it's war. Because righteousness and righteousness collide and die.

But not the disease (Silent Enemy) that quietly does not appear lurking and deprives us of our intimacy indiscriminately in order for us to reproduce.

Disease leaves the dog alone in an unexpected way.

Dogs hate being alone.

And my family and my owner died, that disease. That was nothing but fear.

'This battle is not as long as the dog gives wisdom and strength. It's a battle to fight the world and defeat the invisible enemy. There is no point in occurring in another country trying to resolve it to some extent in this country. Even one rumor in another country makes our fur stand upside down and unable to do decent thinking. That's what the enemy thinks.'

Getting as many collaborators as possible. That's the key to this fight.

We must reveal and appease the identity of this disease as soon as possible.

To those of us who make our ears stand with a serious look, the Doctor presented a concrete way.

-The investigation of the eighth unit shall be accompanied by a second unit to take security measures. And of course, take researchers from other countries.

· Unit 7 establishes a liaison network between Unit 6 and national laboratories. On the other hand, he "politely persuades" those who unnecessarily incite him with rumors that flow to the public. Or 'shut up'.

· Unit V joins forces of manoeuvre with Unit IV and obtains samples from various locations provided to Unit VIII.

St. Bernard nodded strangely and made eye contact with Mastiff.

It's a very easy plan, but of course there are those who disagree.

'Uh, I don't like it. Please don't go with the guys from Unit IV. Because even the same small dog has a completely different quality of work!

Deputy captain of unit five, this is Cabaret.

Corgi next door is silent. Even if I forgive you poorly, it's probably because you want to apologize for being cut backwards.

(Well, I guess so)

Unit 5 is a gathering of basic elites. Excellence is gathered both in battle and in brainstorming. The people who manipulate the equipment of Unit IV are the ones who have no shards of struggle in the first place. The Fifth Corps crew often unilaterally dislikes them.

In the first place, "cowardly beings" such as tanks are not compatible with the struggle of dogs who want to fight with their fangs and nails. There's nothing special about it. That's why it's ironic that you can give the machine all you can.

Thinking about how I would persuade him, protests also rose from the Sixth Unit.

"I'd like you to motivate Captain Borzoi a little more."

It was the deputy captain who softly raised his forefoot, Saluki, who has not much to claim.

When he looked at his neighbor's boss in a flush, Borzoi seemed unmotivated in a lying down position if he was dissatisfied because he had been hammered many times recently.

Then.

Master Reese, who was looking at the Doctor's back, held his skirt and rang from the throne.

"Sir Corgi. Sir Borzoi, come here."

As they approached, how dare she take off only one white flat shoe she was wearing.

And when I called Corgi in, I offered it to him in front of me.

"Recently, I've learned that some rewards are better served first."

"Your Majesty...?

"I'll give you this one, so just try a little harder for the leader of Unit V. Because you're the only captain of the Fifth Squad."

'... Corgi, I'm sorry, I asked you. I'm not the captain anymore. "

Like me, Marchez, who was sitting on the right side of the throne, lowered his head to Corgi in a rare and special victory.

Corgi stares at his former boss (bully) with his eyes rounded.

And compare the ice in front of you, the no-flower-smiling Master Reese, to the freshly stripped shoes at your feet.

The shriveled tail began to move.

'Ha, yes. Of course, Your Majesty.'

"You can take that and back off."

Corgi grabbed his shoes and shook them, moving his short limbs rhythmically back.

Master Leese gives instructions with his fingers to Borzoi, who saw how it was "good".

At your feet.

"Wow!"

To Borzoi, who now slids and sleeps, His Majesty lowers his leg----- what a massage he has begun on the soles of his feet.

Fumifumi, Momomi. Sasushi.

Borzoi seemed unexpected in this too, upset as he lay down to sleep, "Master... this is it".

"Doesn't it feel good?

"No. It feels so good, it's like heaven though"

Lady Reese said, "I thought about it, too. I will carefully look at the base of the tail and the mochi, saying that I can relate to your sexuality."

Huh. Unexpectedly boring Borzoi. You seem surprised by the pleasure.

"You want to be trampled. I especially want to be a foot mat. But I don't want to step on it in the first place. But Mr. Kelpie, a trailer dog, offered me a tattered presence. Those are barefoot mats. Right."

That's where I noticed. There's a mat in the world that you can step on without hurting yourself with your bare feet.

His Majesty slackened, proclaiming toward something that was a big dog.

"Sir Borzoi. You are my tatami mat today."

"Wow!"

"If you do this assignment properly, I'll give you a tatami mat. I'll get you some dust too."

"Wow!"

I opened my eyes unexpectedly.

What do you mean? She puts her troublesome men on her own, at this moment. Fully mastered.

Seeing the golden childhood tame across the chair, he is similarly eye-opening.

stroking her chest down to Borzoi as she fluttered back at her feet, she stood up and declared to the dogs.

"From now on, it's really a terrible battle with our enemies. Please come to me when you are anxious. We will do everything we can. Sir Malamute, it's from you."

"Is that me?

"Yeah, look."

When Lady Reese called, Maramut approached her besides.

Then she gave in and slowly scratched his neck and began to stroke him.

I can see the nervous, explosive hairy tail slackening loosely.

"Wahun..."

"You inadvertently developed a horrible weapon because you'd be in trouble if you infected me, didn't you? I'll take that feeling. But what we do now is neither bombing nor firing. Let's destroy that switch now."

To her instructions, take out the three switches Leonhardt kept in person and arrange them in front of the malamute.

The top of the artisan dog, in a good mood, narrowed his eyes and returned to the figure of a person, sat at the front seat and removed the driver from his chest, quickly disassembling it.

"Yes, sir. This won't work anymore."

"You're a good boy, Master Rascal"

Satisfied with the crap offered, Master Leese was gently kissed on the forehead of a malamute with a red collar in the figure of a youth. Oh my... I envy you.

And I told him to calm down.

"No more unauthorized bombing devices on my own."

"Wow!"

The girl, the monarch, laughs furiously at her men, who have barked at her in the figure of man.

The smile is like a flower of Rokuhua. But the feeling conveyed to the heart is as warm as a flower of spring.

"You can't do that anymore. If you're all anxious... sweeten me before you act."

- - - Queen!

The dogs on this occasion re-pledged their allegiance to her.

When my eyeballs get unexpectedly hot, childhood tampering similarly covers my eyes.

And she is.

I dropped the bomb statement.

"When the possibility of contagion is almost gone, I will come to the continent of Lieselotte to offer my condolences"

Bloody me, screaming unintentionally.

'It is dangerous to cross the sea! Even though there's a good chance of a shipwreck, I'm not taking Master Leese with me!

"It's not just this Rumanian thing that's making me anxious. Isn't it the king's job to encourage my people over there"

"That's very significant, but it's also the Kingsguard's job to drain a little bit of danger,"

"Wouldn't it be nice if it wasn't dangerous? - - Dear Dalmatian."

Troop III is currently running around on route blockade and quarantine. That's why I'm not here. Dalmatian, the deputy captain who was here to replace Great Den. He opened his mouth as he showed off his proud bumpy fur.

"It's about time. You can go, Captain. Our captain discovered islands and shallow waters all over the ocean. The side business of our third unit is array, but then the nautical chart was enriched. I will carry Her Majesty safely to show you."

"But..."

'Why don't we switch to the Lieselotte on the way, Captain? Maintenance is always just the same.'

I'm perfectly well, Malamute covering for the Dalmatians.

"Malamute. The sky will be even more dangerous!

I didn't say it was empty.

From the shadow of the pillars, the voice of the Afghan Hound.

Do you still want me to be caged in the territory? Good addition and subtraction, I honestly need to let you serve your sentence.

'About half, it's done, isn't it? Malamute'

"Yeah. You made it ————— the basement."

Yes, it was.

Because Afghanhound returned illegally on his own, he said, 'Charlie wants to go see the Leeselote continent, but he's afraid of the sea water. It's a submarine tunnel, but let's dig it up,' he said to Malamute and Husky.

(Too soon, you guys! It's only been a few months!?

Without wishing to return my upset, Master Reese is delighted.

(Hey, Leonhardt. You just said nothing... what the hell is wrong with you!?

The golden dog was ----crying.

Keep the guzzling snot, 'Dear Liese... what a fine monarch. It was worth keeping an eye on you as a home dog. Even dogs with strong habits can't handle that trick. You have nothing to worry about anymore,' I am impressed.

And then I lowered the tone and said, 'You don't have a home dog coming up anymore......' ————— Hey!

Anyway. I'm still not worried about such a big move.

I tried again to give advice that it was still dangerous —————— I couldn't say anything anymore.

She was the last one to say that.

"Being on that continent are also important dogs. Isn't it natural as an owner to head out to reassure my dogs? That's why we need your help. Please smile with the rest of the world."

A smile like Liuhua looked more beautiful than anything else in this harsh cold scenery.

And it shouldn't have been just me.

Oh, Her Majesty Queen Lieselotte. Dear Liese, my little husband.

That I can be your dog.

More than anyone else, Wolfhound is proud.