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.

The new works, which become the hands of the skilful craftsmen, are revealed one after the other.

The one-way introduction is over.

My job, just a little bit more.

After a brief pause, the armor of Thousand Early Mornings and Filia will be exhibited.

Two armors, just to be decorated.

Even if admittedly, it must be a part-time job.

There is a point where "Lady Phyllia acts as a model, a little..."

So.

A time was set for "Chiharu and the two of us, to sit down with Raina Maria".

Thousands of early-morning and filiah armor have been enjoyed by everyone, and I'm leaving.

The masterpiece appears in person.

Meena's been talking to me about that little pause.

If you are also the Baron, you are also concerned on the side of the guild that invites you.

It is only natural that the modem room is private.

Still, it was a somewhat painful topic that was shaken.

"Disgusting" words, as if to deny his identity to a nobleman.

It's not a good thing the rest of us ask.

With military personnel tempered on the battlefield of the cry and with craftsmen calling in the hustle and bustle factory.

We both know very well that our voices are loud.

Even the sound of the earth will make it clear.

It doesn't matter, such as the walls in the pantry.

So whisper in your ear.

While you put on your armor.

That's just the producer, and Meena was quick to wear.

"Helmet, wear it.

"You still have time, don't you? If you want to talk, keep talking...

"Fine.

Once the vision is darkened.

"Yes, this way, this way.

Before his appearance hung on the wall, he was guided.

"What do you say?

"It's such a waste to me. Instead of a man going up three minutes, it's tripling.

Shown in figure is too windy, armored martial artist.

Sometimes, I wonder.

Is it really me wearing this armor?

"It's my greatest masterpiece.

You were behind me, Meena.

"That's right. No one can beat you.

Powerful words come out because they were hit by armor?

Is it because of the creeping in your helmet that sounds low?

"Right?"

In his figure, his arm showed.

It's wrapped around me, no armor.

Looking back.

He grabbed the hand he hung on his helmet.

"Wear it?

Meena tries to add herself to the armor and turns around.

I get caught and look back, too.

A craftsman who kept his back in his armor was visible in his figure.

Artisan voices are loud. Very clear.

So I try to bite my finger, and I turn back and let go of my hand.

Fingers are the lives of craftsmen.

Instead, pinch it into your lips.

The hand of armor is covered by the hand.

A hand a turn bigger than a human being.

From the top of the artisan's hand, plug it in layers.

The artisan's face is full of scuffs.

Because sparks fly whenever metal is crossed and welded.

Its cheeks, as illuminated by fire, stain.

Civilians, in the protagonists.

He's an intellectualist out of school, in the field.

To a man's place of work, with a woman.

Civilians, nobles.

Kingdoms, otherworlds.

Raw, with armor.

The artisan's eyes were open.

I am in love with the armor that will be my own hands, my helmet.

You will be revealed in front of your armor.

In the armor, the power cages.

Craftsman's eyes are tightly closed.

I'll be open again soon.

Those eyes looking at the armor are hateful for some reason.

Once again, the armor cages its strength. Turn yourself out.

Full of appearances, it shows armor and artisans.

Unfocussed, artisan eyes.

Dislike, turn yourself around.

Just a little, stay away.

Focus or not.

Instead, he turned himself in.

Two gazes, all around.

"Baron Karewala, it is time for you to prepare.

"I'll be out in a minute. You don't have to wait.

"The wearing is perfect.

Please, Hiro.

"Mm-hmm. This one's all set.

Copy that, Meena.

Dark stage sleeves, walk away.

Towards a place in the light.

Like nobility, like samurai.

I've never even had the feeling of shame.

Behave appropriately with the best delicacies.

Show off the Tsukahara style with a full mood.

I will deliver Asakura with a high tone.

In the dark of good, while feeling signs.

Turn your left arm toward your back and tap.

Make the elbow a fulcrum and spread it wide.

Maria Crowe spoke a cool voice.

"The producer, Mr. Meena, is here!

Artisans weren't in love with the escorted armor.

Miss Meena told you, Hiro, that keeping her elbow did not give her away.

with Ms Meister Meena and His Excellency Baron Hilo de Calewala.

Line up, face up, and expose yourself to the spotlight.