Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

I don't remember getting a job in an animal hospital!

"Heidegger, no more. I asked for all the rest of my work. Pick up the bones when you die. The tail part is especially polite."

"Your Majesty! I thought of your scent until the end of the day... and write it down on the fine record paper. Heidegger '

"Itchy! Bud, mow the fur behind my neck -!

"Convenient nurse there. Ice water yet? '

"No kidding, dogs"

I punched a bucket of ice in the corner of the workplace at a bunch of seniors and colleagues.

One of the wet senior dogs complains.

"Heidegger! What's your sequence in the workplace?"

"Now you can stand at the top of the Chancellor's secretary's office with one of my dicks."

He tugged the fur off the back of a loud senior Labrador, in a well-ventilated corner of the shade, and rolled in a kick.

Ha, ha, ha.

The rough breathing of the dogs is echoing in the Chancellor's office.

It's a testament to summer.

Dogs are vulnerable in summer.

Especially in the summer of the capital of the Kingdom of Kennel, the humidity was spicier and hotter for those with fur.

"I made another one or so."

A relatively strong pharaoh dog superior to the heat picks up his men who were piled up in the shade with the superior hairless dog, sinking as cold water was caught.

That being said, his breath is still rough.

Because dogs have fewer sweat glands than pure people, making it difficult to regulate body temperature.

The water overflowing from the tatter flows down the bautile floor (for which I didn't know the tile was laid) and falls into the drain.

Superior Pharaoh Dog, who wrapped his civilian clothing sleeve around the figure of a person, gave a pitiful look and shouted out.

Seek water from muscle-strength muscle-strength arms.

"Heidegger, we don't have enough ice! Contact the dining room with a transceiver and negotiate with Chef Bloodhound!

"Yes!"

"Then She-Zu and the Bahanies seem to be the limit. Take him to the clinic."

"Yes! Excuse me, seniors!

"... Khun"

"Khun......"

I put one pure white Buhanies seniors each in an empty bucket, just like Senior Bright White Sea Zoo.

Both small white dogs.

Somehow, I always remember a grey-haired boy poking around in relation to his sister-in-law (Lieselotte).

"How butterless you are over there. Was the boulder a former captain?"

"Heidegger, go quickly!

"Yes!"

I jumped out of the office with my boss's voice hanging from both my dog buckets.

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The hallway is full of dead bodies.

The hairball is rolling like a rag.

Looks like he's resting somewhere ventilated in the shade at all.

"Ah... you guys can't work anymore..."

Running around frightened, I could see the back of a civilian running a short while back.

... correctly, I can see the hem and legs of the civilian clothes on the big dog's shoulder.

"... Hi"

"Oh, thank you! You're from the Chancellor's Office!

Greeting beside him, the clerk sweated on his forehead and gave it back refreshingly.

On a running rhythm, Bohun Bohun and Thousand Dogs body bounce.

Apparently he's a pure young man.

I get a job and say the sun is shallow.

He was headed to the clinic in charge of a security dog that went and fell near the workplace.

Apparently, the dogs are from the Old Sheepdog clan.

I can't see my face at all covered in hair.

Mossamosa Sheepdog is a Part VII crew member, but he was temporarily assigned to guard dogs due to a drastic reduction in Units I and II.

And...

"He was in charge of the front door."

"And he said he fell."

"It was a moment when I realized... This is the tenth person I'm going to take charge of."

"I'm the 21st."

"It's a lot of boulders."

"... fur and sweat glands."

Run along the hallway of the royal palace in parallel.

I asked him because his clothes were close, and he said he was eighteen.

He was much older than he looked.

He cuts off his habitual red copper hair in his ear. He looks elegant.

And he told me that he was serving from the territory of the former Yumanistic Kingdom.

"Me, too. I can't believe this is how you started helping a dog soldier who was the subject of fear only a year ago. I had no idea!

"Let's do that!

The two of us are running down a hot royal hallway.

Because of the low wind today, I have, among other things, a strong enthusiasm to hit my skin.

The sweat that flows down my forehead wets the white civilian clothes on my chest.

Eventually, as we complained about the dogs, we began to say crushed things to each other.

They say the youth's name is Zaft.

The Kennel Kingdom in the middle of summer is so hot.

It's not just sunny.

The problem is humidity.

The stiff air creeps in uncomfortably.

It is the worst environment for dogs with low sweat glands and susceptible to steam, sending out large numbers of sick people at times and mass-producing fallen hairballs everywhere.

Even in the shade indoors, the heat and humidity definitely cause the dogs to suffer.

I can't believe it was heavy when I woke up in the morning. Daily tea meals.

The only thing with a good economy is probably a sales association.

Civilians and Knights rest immersed in colorful hedges in dogs.

It seems that being a person doesn't really cool down physically because of the memory of the soul.

Then the dog looks more like him, and he says it saves water.

"Really difficult."

"I guess you're balancing somewhere for what your abilities are jumping through as a race"

"There might be one."

At the stone arches and large windows, there are hiccups and whiskers.

To create a better shade.

A hot breeze passes my cheek.

He exhaled deeply, trying to push the heat out of his lungs.

"This hot air. It's like they're going to invade your lungs."

In obsolete Kennel Traditional Medicine, bad elements may be explained "evil" to the body.

A "cold" is a disease caused by something external that has come on the wind, and I would describe it as being done by a "wet evil" if it can be done by moisture.

To my sister-in-law (or so) Lieselotte, the dogs of this country who seem insanely nostalgic might be able to say, "My head is being hit by dog evil," so to speak.

Zaft running next door asks, wiping his sweat.

"I guess Kennel has a lot of cutting-edge technology? Why can't you devise air conditioning or something to cool down the whole royal palace?

"I've been wondering about that too."

Cars and tanks developed by Central Knights Unit IV have air-conditioning to make them more comfortable in confined spaces.

They can adjust the temperature indoors in any environment.

In fact, air-conditioning equipment with tanks is installed all over the Royal Palace.

So is the refrigerator in the dining room.

- Then we should cool the entire royal palace with the most advanced air conditioning!

You'd think.

Normal.

But one day.

My boss, the golden-haired prime minister, was told the facts of the shock, and my hopes were completely crushed.

"... there's always not enough electricity in the summer."

"What is electricity?

"Powered Dog Makes"

"What is a power dog?

"Turnspit, there's a small dog who's good at turning electric generators."

"Is it dog power!?

Dog power generation.

The presence of electricity also surprised me, but I was really surprised that what I was making was electricity generated by a dog's run.

And a turnspid clan that specializes in generating electricity.

They are a mysterious clan.

Their mission is to even run as a motive force.

You have robust limbs and even spin a spinning device for an adorable look similar to the Dachshund clan. Its endurance is immeasurable.

In ancient and old-country times, they were used by pure people as grilled meat turning dogs.

But they elevated their fate to their own identity.

All Kennel's precision equipment works with power.

They run even inside the electrical generator to generate electricity and use what they store in the power storage device everywhere.

Especially during the winter months, firewood and bau coal were in charge of heating, so they ran and stored a lot of electricity for that matter.

- That was supposed to happen.

"I also use it for tank air conditioning. I think I've run out of them this spring."

War against the kingdom of Yumanism.

Much of the chariot was utilized in the home country of the pure humanities next door and in the temptation with pure humanism.

I caught a glimpse of the young man's complexion on the defeated side, but he didn't look particularly upset.

Rather with a neat look,

"At least I am grateful. Even if they call me a traitor."

And he's been staring straight at me.

And the leaders who tried to rely on the turnspit for power again to make up for the lack of power saw a terrible sight.

It was they who voluntarily tried to move the power plant, piling up the dead bodies at the site of the power plant.

They were running in hot indoors and waking up summer bats. It also seems to be due to too much temper and neglect to rehydrate. I hear it's almost useless.

This was also an accident that cautioned against heat stroke indoors.

(I mean, let it cool down like a power plant)

I accidentally dug a hole when the Dachshund clan tried to turn it instead, and as soon as I left it to the Chihuahua clan, I got tired of it.

Similarly, the Krisazyk and Skipperki clans have not been focused for a long time...... they are asking for the help of a fifth unit of a small group of dogs who can.

Still, it's too big for the Corgi clan to put it in the device, and the Pinscher clan and the Italian Greyhound clan are stomping it around to spin it.

"'Wow!

"'Lots!

But not enough at all.

The power is tanks and clinics.

And all I had to do was turn it to His Majesty's bedroom.

The turnspids in the hospital bed

"If His Majesty falls in the summer, the defeat of the power dog. I'll cut my tail and reflect. '

And I keep groaning all night.

"Asshole. Everyone who makes it is an asshole! Develop another way!

"I totally agree there. I admire the excellence of dogs, but I wonder why they run into a self-destructive expression of affection (makeshift)?

We ran straight into the clinic with a pure man with a dog.

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The clinic was a battlefield.

Step into it.

I felt a chill air on my cheek whether it was specially air-conditioned.

Much larger spaces than the workplace are filled with beds for as long as you can see.

Dogs that get caught one after the other.

From one end, he was thrown into a place full of ice water.

The female members of the Eighth Corps take the cold dog out of the sight and put him to sleep, pouring a nutrient or giving him an infusion.

The dog, injured by a fallen clap, had been treated in a separate room.

"Dr. St. Bernard! I'm Heidegger from the Chancellor's office! Seniors, please."

"This is Zaft Yumanity, affiliated with the Military Bureau! I brought a guard dog!

Yumanity?

Unexpectedly look at the civilian next door.

"Was he royal?"

"It's already old. Because I'm just a professional now, Zaft."

"Hmm. You're royal and pure, but you're a lot quicker to break it off."

"Better than reason. I like this country, which guarantees a peaceful environment for my family."

I wondered if the young man with a neat face would have had all sorts of old Yumanismic kingdoms too.

"Mr. Bud! It was just fine. I need you to get the Chancellor."

On the way home, the teacher called me.

"Heh. You're forcibly hospitalized in the basement, sure"

"Yes, yes. It always took a while to convince me (physics) to get out of here. No, I have business."

When a beautiful lady doctor with reddish brown hair tied up at the top of her head comes and receives a bucket of seniors from me, she gives it to her men.

Hilarious dungeons as well as hospitalization facilities.

Beyond the iron plaid is a clean bed.

A beautiful man with golden hair lay quietly with his hands on his belly.

I can't move with my eyes closed.

It's like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale.

(If the contents weren't "arr," she'd be really pretty)

Bud stared smudged and his boss's face next to Captain St. Bernard's unlocking the iron plaid lock.

Gigi, make a noise and open the door.

Kun, and his boss, who moved his nose, gave him a peek into the eyes of gold tea colored by his eyelashes, which were blurry.

Speak so loudly.

"... Heidegger? What's happening at work?"

"Chairman Farao Dog's secretary is working hard, but he's half closed. I just carried Senior She-Zu and Senior Buhanies in a bucket."

"Right... but don't worry. I'm calling for help from the New World, so it's a lot of patience right now."

"A helper? - Could it be the Sheba clan?

"Oh, and it's the Salvival clan. With the addition of the administrative capacity of the Sheba clan to their organizational and operational capacity, they will be able to complement the current royal palace"

That's the Chancellor supporting Kennel's stalk.

The lead seems to be hitting it right.

The Shiva clan has only been entrusted with proxy rule of the new continent and is first class as a civilian.

Especially the ability to handle and compromise the affairs of our Lord and the next generation of Mameta von Siva, so much so that we can assume all the Knights of Kennel soldier stations alone.

(Usually it's just a tundelle idiot. Seriously though)

Another different type of beautiful boy than Marchese hid in the shadows of the pillars without being able to say "Pleasure" at the crowning ceremony of his sister-in-law Lieselotte.

I find myself desperately hiding a pretty face that I don't think is the same wooden dog as Dashiva, with a round tail peeking through the pillars.

"But unfortunately," Reiman dived Willow Eyebrow, recalling that he was smudged.

"What's wrong?"

"Before falling among kings, I promised Master Liese to make miso soup to match [Japanese Dog Fair]."

"Ha. Was there such a thing as a Japanese dog fair?"

"The Kennel people have a variety of roots on the old continent. There are events in the private sector that reveal and disseminate their unique traditions."

Speaking of which, my best friend Chow Chow, you used to say, 'Bud! It's Chow Chow Day! Baumoon rice cake! "I think he was screaming.

You gave me a garret filled with piles.

(Baugoma flavor was delicious)

"When I finally regained consciousness, it was already over... I checked with Tosa Akita Kishu, but the stall event itself seems to have been cancelled due to the hotter than expected heat. But I had mastered miso soup for this day. I was trying to make a special menu to accompany Master Reese's breakfast!...... Heidegger"

"Oh, yes."

"I honestly want to get out of this prison"

"I guess."

"But we've already found him many times and he's got a general fracture. I at least complained to St. Bernard that I wanted to cook Japanese food in this cage (pepper) to distract him and give it to His Majesty, and I got permission. So get me the promised bau miso directly from Kishu."

"... nothing, but Japanese dogs are pretty busy too, right? Especially the three deputy captains flying around the country about Captain Wolfhound."

"Do something."

My boss is a wagga mom at some point.

Unworthy of his age, he let his lips tuck away and began to sleep.

... That's how they accumulate the depression of not seeing Reese.

Looking at Dr. St. Bernard, who was putting her hands on her hips and watching how she was doing, she gave me advice by sarcastically loosening her beautiful face.

"Mr. Bud. There's an easy way to meet the Japanese dog deputy captains."

"How do you do that?"

I have a bad feeling about the teacher who kept saying that it would help because he wanted help from a pure person who was resistant to the heat.

"Help me with the clinic. That way, you'll meet Deputy Kishoo one of these days."

"No way......"

"The Akita one came in yesterday, so it's Kishu's turn. This hunch won't come off."

- What the hell!

At some point, I wore a 'wow apron' that wouldn't be white and joined the battle line of the Eighth Squad.

Next door is Zaft, who was also forced to wear the same apron as "because it's a heat resistant race".

"Hey, Bud."

"Oh, my God, Zaft"

"Why is the apron with this footprint black? It's usually white."

"Uh...... Troop number eight."

Because I still use love to calm my patients.

I hear this color is good for returning blood prevention.

"See. Blood turns black over time. Stop? So don't stand out..."

"Forget it. Thanks for the explanation, Bud."

Zaft answered with a distant eye.