The Story of a Different World Dynasty - When I was reincarnated, I was treated like a Necromancer, but I started to wonder if it was bad.

"Mr. Neville, why?"

The girl murmured in front of the portrait of her husband's family in the private room.

It was a morning event that pushed weakness into my chest and stepped on my leg in the hallway.

"Good morning, Cyril."

A young man smiles. A man succeeded to the position of viceroy in place of his brother Neville, who died in battle.

"It's scheduled for this afternoon." Hiro-san, no, Baroness Karewala will be your guest. "

The response of closing one eye to the maid was quite good.

"I'm sorry for the suddenness."

There is no question or refusal to answer unnecessary interpretations, or to show that they are special.

"Is this a change of plans from Sir Achaius?... yes, without delay." He is a friendly person, and he does not have a particular meal preference. I know it's rude to raise the bar for tea and wine. "

The man grabbed his fingers in a flutter as the attentive maid showed his back.

While smiling and seeing her off, the lady was distracted by her thoughts.

Baron Karewala. I wonder if she was the best friend Neville had ever admired.

Although a 15-year-old girl could not understand until she went out with a man.

One thing I only remembered was that when I said the name, the cloudiness disappeared from Neville's eyes.

It looks like a breathing disaster.

The Baron Karewala didn't feel the characteristics of this, but it was confirmed that he was carefree.

As expected, the maid seemed humiliated when she sent her gaze to the back.

If you want to get out of the room, tell Cyril what's good for you. If you ignore it, you will only make a troubled smile, and you will end up facing your husband Cyril and another customer without boiling down.

"The rough part is from Cyril-kun... and I can stop this right away." If you can even settle the cause..... "

Asked to do every request without asking for the price.

What a good identity... A maid bites off a laugh under a wiped-out expression.

"I guess I cared about you."

Yes, she was a gentle (...) person who immediately withdrew as soon as she refused. To tell the truth of such a lie - to protect oneself and not to harm a scripture - is nothing but a love for a good maid.

"Unless you instructed me... but it was a difficult story for me."

Only pretend to be a fool if you want to know.

He's a creature that can't help but explain what it is to be a man.

"The other guest, Shojo from the folk section who asked me to mediate." It seems that the head was thrown into the bedroom... when I questioned it, it was the heads of the men who dressed as merchants and listened to Hiro-san's notoriety. "

The woman remembered her tremors.

The man's brother, the admired Neville, would never speak of evil hobbies.

"'Liquidation of cause', if you want to dispel the spread of rumors, you say you will forgive me. Kill all the operatives, and keep the level of demand unclear."

Neville never spoke, and his friend, Baron Karewala, told him not to listen.

I felt like I had turned my back on Neville without realizing my intentions, and the girl lay face-down, a thick breastplate that was unique to Cyril's Bow Cavalry. The warmth and comfort with which she was becoming accustomed made her irresistible aversion.

"I'm counting on you for the next battle." I want you to feel the responsibility of killing my brother. "

I didn't know the trigger, but Neville was happy to jump in.

The maid, whose brother had redeemed herself, had unexpectedly raised her fingernails in the face of Cyril's anxiety.

What's the matter?

The girl wipes her tears.

I've made up my mind. It makes me happy. By being held by the brother of the man I love.

"If it's Cyril, I'll be sure." But if anything happens..... "

The man's body swells up.

There was plenty of room to enjoy the day ahead, and the maids were wearing them.

Are you a sudden customer?

It lasted for two days.

In Howell's house, it was a little unusual in terms of the size and size of the house.

"I'm so rough... no"

I was in a hurry to make my eyes angry and let go of my smile. "I would if I were you."

The maid remembered the delight of being loved.

"I'll take care of it, Emile-sama."

Baron Emile Balberg. Cyril's superior, but he's close to his de facto master. We shouldn't make any mistakes in our encounters.

You, maid of honor.

The maid was confident in her appearance.

I was also used to the gaze of a man who licked me around.

But the gaze she felt on this day was alien.

"Let Balberg do his best." I'll miss it as far as I can. "

I couldn't help but reconsider my readiness by taking a vow to the lost Neville.

When I raised my face again, there was no Emile in front of the maid.

"I'll borrow Cyril."

An awakened mind who uses himself to buy reputation in the court and compete for loyalty within the party.

He only admitted Emile's back, which was gaining respect as an ideal aristocrat as a boy.

"Mr. Neville, why?"

Murmuring, he dived into the nightwear for several times, and a man with a strange heat and scent drifted along the maid's back.

A thin shadow is pressed against the couch while leaning down.

A voice leaked from her chewed mouth and greeted her.