Reincarnation Monarch

When Shester said so, he looked indoors and slowly glanced at those in Melba's house who were unable to hide the upset.

Then Leven, the only one of them keeping calm, pinched his mouth.

"Master Shester. Let's just say it's cruel. Those who are here will look after their husbands and customers. But if they were told that all of a sudden the building was built on the assumption that it would be attacked by Dallas, and so on, it would be only natural for everyone to look around and be surprised."

But Shester never pulled again.

"No, you're not. Those who are here are never inferior men or anything like that. They must all be wonderfully trained, skilled fierce men."

Then Melba smiled with a broken face.

And then, after a while, it would fit in. No, I looked at Chester with a slight grin at the beginning of my stay.

"... brilliant. As you can see, they are SS men guarding my neighborhood."

Shester pulled his jaw wide and nodded.

"Again. There is no waste whatsoever in every single one of them. Let's just say this is something you can't master without very rigorous training."

"Yeah, you're right. They are the ones who became SS by completing all sorts of rigorous training to defend myself. I was then asked to remember my job as my youngest..."

"Unfortunately, you don't have enough grace for the movement. Grace, in other words, is synonymous with futile motion. I mean, those two are inherently incompatible patterns."

Then Melba leaked a bitter laugh.

"... I see. Maybe it is... Wasteless moves cultivated by rigorous training have, in turn, avenged..."

But in the meantime, Leven of the decree was brilliant.

That's what Shester said and saw Leven.

"Your movements are truly graceful. It is very similar to the ordinance of some house, which I take great care of. Normally, as a family ordinance, he also replaced himself with an extremely skilled warrior of inflexibility, in any useless move if he had to, while partitioning everything in the house with graceful moves... so do you?

Then my husband Melba answered on behalf of Leven, who wouldn't make it slight.

"This is another observation. Leven is our family ordinance, as well as the captain of the SS."

"Again. Looks like one better than you SS guys. That's something like a captain."

Then Leven gave Shester a quiet, awe-inspiring thank you without a voice.

When Shester took it by nodding lightly, he turned to Melba again.