Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

"Sir Pitbull. Why do you want to fight?"

Cheering large square.

I watched from the entrance as my little husband was surrounded and blessed by many dogs.

She looks happy.

Beautiful cold smile as ice.

But the aromatic scent emanating from her surrounds this whole town and tells the people that she really loves dogs.

The people are well aware of the queen's kindness.

I just can't stop it because it's funny to mess with......

I closed my eyes.

Turn around and go for the harbor again.

Leezelotte continent.

There's still death and blood and battle over there.

----It was before.

When she guarded Her Majesty the Queen, who strolled around the city, she asked.

Words that have been thrown over and over.

So I returned the same word over and over again.

'I am only a fighting dog. Not even a hunting dog, not to mention a military dog'

"I don't see the difference."

'You don't have to know. All you have to do is order me. "

Fighting dogs represent the work of men, dating from the time the ancient dogs were born.

A race made just to love the way you fight.

Times go down and things change after opening up to the first king, Ayal.

Although our historical royals did not like to let them fight and seemed to try to calm them down by mixing them with other dogs.

A soul is not so easy to change.

The soul is the blueprint that shapes life and body.

It even determines the will, the root of life.

Our dog fighting is our mission.

Winning is life. Fighting and dying is life.

'I mean, fighting dogs is everything. Purpose and so on are battles, all for the next battle. You really are a troublesome dog. "

One day the Golden Retriever, always a sweet golden dog on His Majesty's side, looked at me with a frightened eye.

Oh, I guess so.

When the tide of blood strikes, the soul begins to whisper life and death.

The memory of a distant ancestor shouts that he wants to give his soul to the royal family.

----Shout out to your soul to accept this soul.

I was in the New World.

White worms struggled together again and again.

"What if. What will you do if you can reconcile with the enemy?"

On the continent of Lieselotte, a werewolf dog robot with a stick asks.

Hunting dogs are fine. Because it only mows the prey.

But fighting dogs, hungry for battle against the strong, what the hell do they fight against next?

A bunch of worms that I pay for with my arms but can't get rid of.

Hi, you bug.

----I feel a slight willingness.

This bug, which prefers Higmar, seems to be "something more mutated by the soul of something obsessed with the descendants of mutant Higmar, who perished on the continent in the past", said the yellow dog.

They follow the king like dust in the wake of it, but it doesn't make much sense because of that double-structured body.

--When that happens, so will dogworms.

Per Dr. Schnauzer, I may have already done my research.

Dogworms dive into people's bodies and try to integrate with their souls.

Human beings who can't stand it, they die in madness.

Worms obsessed with royalty.

Maybe it was a mutation, too, with the soul of an old rabid or werewolf dog crazily seeking its owner.

Anyway, dogs are a species that, without their owners, come modulation to their souls.

I'm vulnerable to loneliness.

"Sir Pitbull!

A beautiful voice hangs that I could hear walking.

Apparently, you've noticed me trying to escape the venue.

It even comes with the Golden Retriever, Wolfhound, and the Three Dukes house of Marchese.

"You're going to fight again."

"When that's what Pitbull is, it's time to give up"

"Already!"

So, Master Lieselotte. Our queen.

I travel in search of flesh and blood.

With your deep love as the sea, which has given me a collar for this rabid dog, I hope you will continue to treat the other dogs.

A rabid dog is a dog that defies love and loyalty.

It's about a lonely dog.

"Sir Pitbull. Become a dog."

As she tried to shake it off and leave, she came abruptly ordered.

"Go ahead."

I tried to be a medium-sized dog.

Then she wraps the red string she took out around her body.

"This is-"

"I've decided. You're my sleigh dog."

And apply a little knot to your back.

Marchese, she sat down, in a red little dog sleigh, offered with a complicated face.

Wolfhound looks at this one with a sympathetic face telling him to "give up," and the Golden Retriever bites and stares at the handkerchief, "What an envy.

She hung her chest up.

"This sleigh is for me alone"

And the dog to pull, he's alone.

It's a very physical job. That is what we need the power of the whole body and spirit.

"Come on, my rough sleigh dog. Carry me with your life. I'm going to go back to everyone. I'll use it for you, so be prepared from now on."

"... you may run wild."

"Tyrant, if I was any worse than you and Dicta, I'd say yes."

"I Might Give Up"

"----- you? Impossible."

She grinned and smiled ruthlessly, as if to freeze people to death.

If I make a point, I'm sure she'll be angry.

"You can't run away. You're really more responsible than anyone, aren't you?

Or - - - - - You're really right in front of me. Do you make it look miserable to lose?

Provocative eyesight.

May the harsh cold winter days illuminate the world without sinking forever.

White, transparent, straight feelings.

It conveys strongly to this one.

----How beautiful you are.

"Phew. Phew. Ha-ha-ha!

(This is why my little husband is funny!

Oh, my God. This guy's good at grabbing dogs' minds!

I feel a trembling soul deep in my chest.

Liezelotte Mona Viewdeger.

As a queen from now on, she's growing.

There's no way I can get away with being caught in the heart by an icy smile.

(As a fighting dog in her time. thanks for being able to live as a dog)

Please, my beloved queen, be prepared.

The rabies. The souls of wild dogs in search of you.

--And me.

'Bye, Your Majesty. I, Barbarian von Pitbull, as your delightfully abusive sleigh dog, will let you keep your precious feet.'

Become a person for a moment and stare at the girl sitting in the sleigh and staring up at me.

Native serious colored eyes. But the heat and aroma behind it.

I take off her boots lightly and love her white feet over those exposed and transparent stockings.

And I kissed that toenail.

"Already," your husband sighed.

"Absolutely. You dogs really like kissing"

"My queen, my pleasure. Let us dedicate this feeling to our beloved queen. I feel the same as the other dogs. At least think of the areas where you've been kissed before and know how your dog feels"

Kyoton and back to the young face as soon as possible.

No one will realize that she is the most influential woman in this world.

(Well, you'll see when you grow up)

I politely put my boots back and taught you one thing first.

"Is it a site...... So what is a toe?

"What is a toe--"

Forever and ever - -.

- ----- Please give us a kiss.