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.

"Because only the Merle family members and administrators can get into the temple. Just a moment, please.

One tells you it looks bad, Philia.

"So long, Dear Philia.

Dan Arg urged him to remain a stern face.

I took about three steps back and followed Philia.

Thousands of early arms stretch.

As if to block Dan.

The palm was pointing toward heaven.

Long, aligned fingers dazzle the sun.

Dan tilting his neck.

It's a bad play.

No, lying on the back is in itself a difficult undertaking in the first place.

"Don't make me take any extra time.

A swordsman speaks from behind the left, its meaning.

I won't let you say I don't know.

"To me, that there is rebellion?

"That's five fifths.

Because he looked very similar to Akaius when we met.

I was showing you the same back.

This man's heart is shaking.

"Keep that, I'm saying it's dangerous.

Me and I were pinched a thousand years ago, and the man was stuck in motion.

I'm measuring my breathing, my mistake.

It's a samurai instinct, but a futile interaction.

"I'm listening to Rebecca.

My shoulder waved like a beard.

"I don't want to let that heart go.

"You know very well that one succeeded Lord Rebecca.

Dan's arms rise slowly.

I bent my elbow at right angles and opened my fist.

"It's not the blame. Hand it over to someone.

Again, the man's shoulder waved.

Thousands of mornings showing their faces here had a provocative grin.

"Sweet," "which is".

Was there even such an exchange?

With your left arm up, Dan folds your right arm.

I got it in my pocket, and the score handed to me a thousand years ago was a lid shake.

It was possible to hide it because he was a big man, a knife-sized straight sword.

When it comes to personal protection, it's not until then.

It is also an ineffective excuse.

Another wave, Chiharu was returning it to Dan.

Little sword.

"Is that what you're told you're going to succeed Rebecca?

Outrage.

For the first time, Dan exposed his emotions.

Although.

"I've seen it before.

Dan, who received a thousand early voices, was stuck in words.

"It is unlikely that the sword will harm Lord Philia.

Dan is Rebecca's father.

"Okay, let's come.

I turned my back on all of us, and I was stopping my legs, Philia.

Proceed loosely.

Dan, cursed as if dragged in chains, though.

In a few steps, I was getting myself back.

Two backs to keep away.

I can't feel things like floating or endangering.

"Don't worry about it anymore.

But Chiharu remains a difficult face.

Staring at the temple, he had narrowed his eyes to the sunlight reflecting on the whites.

"Anything yet?

"Caught. How is Lord Dan, no, in the sign of the building?... As you can tell, the light is dazzling.

Looking back.

Guys, though I had a relief look on my face and dropped them off.

Only Marco Grimm looked down with his arms together.

Open your mouth and start spinning your words like you're talking to yourself.

"Carrying a dignified figure, that's samurai hearts and minds. And the sword, naturally. It is understandable that those who serve in the temple are forbidden to arm… as a rule. But why the darkness? I don't see that.

Something cold ran through my spine.

"Thousand Mornings!"

Before I speak, the girl turns into a whirlwind.

"Everybody wait!

Across the back of the "wings," follow Thousands of Early Moments Ahead.

Did I just say halfway down the road?

The door of the temple opens loosely and Philia and Dan are welcomed......

Heavy doors close rapidly.

There can't be such a story.

One hair at a time, the door closed in front of Thousands of Early Eyes.

I'll catch up with you in a moment.

"Not there, Chiharu!

"Respond!"

I'm on the left, Chiharu on the right.

The loose Asakura is already full of demons.

The left hinge is broken and the right hinge is crushed.

The "wings" that were falling back determined the body area from the slippery sky.

The magnificent doors of the temple crumble in the ground.

... Already, it was over.

That's where people are falling.

"Sensing ability, did you forget?

It's a killer enemy.

With Phyllia, we can sense signs even if it's over the building.

Charge your spirits in advance......

Opening sweep.

We jumped in right after that.

Worst time of year, air pocket.

Shortly after you sweep the sight.

Time to move on to "clearing" while taking the remnants.

Don't make a roar from behind there and even talk to me...

Thousands of mornings and two, jump forward.

It was late.

Bowgun's arrow stands.

It was popping out first, on Dan Arg's chest.

The sword, which was instinctively pulled out, spills out of its hand.

I chased him down, picked him up a thousand early.

The sword disappeared, and in the distance I heard the cry of the disconnected demon.

Look around and check the Phyllia snort.

Leave by Dan and turn back in front of the door.

I have a job to do, too.

"Nothing important! Stand by in front of the temple!

Swinging in the distance, spear.

I clearly remember that shadow on the clear water for some reason.

Phyllia supported the successful upper body.

Chiharu makes me shake my head.

He made a bitter noise and a man threw up blood.

"Just a moment, please. I'll do you a favor.

Show me the meeting.

It's a pity I stabbed you to a halt.

Dan had something left to exchange.

"Dear Philia, Forget about Rebecca, please.

"Terminal wishes, devotion over two generations. I want to hear it through, but I can't do that.

"Well, at least. Before Rebecca died, to Philia, who was vast. Like flowers, to Dear Philia.

A man cut off his words in agony, clapping his fingers.

Swinging in the loose stream, on the sleeping lotus flowers.

"Rebecca, we, the Brotherhood, are stems under the water. root. Paint it on mud and support the flowers.

Dan with a distracted face.

The words that followed were bitter.

"Earlier, we had a mistake. If Rebecca were alive, she would see Philia talking about marrying her friend, and she would be moved by something sour.... to both of you, saved.

There is no respite for time spent reflecting.

Dan's wish was imminent.

"Please, Dear Philia. Flowers bloom, and stems, and roots, are rewarded. To Rebecca's death, do not be imprisoned. My daughter grieves too.

Also, I threw up blood.

On the sleeping lotus flowers, there is a splash.

"It will be painful, Dan. I'm sorry. But I want you to listen. It's not a flower. I'm a sleeper too. I'm showing flowers on the surface, but my feet are painted in mud and dipped in water to my neck.... wearing blood. As the daughter of a martial family, I chose that way of life.

I don't use respectful language. Very rarely.

Philia was sweet to the man.

"I'm a nanny husband. It's the other one, my father. To listen to Master Phyllia, painful things, etc. … good, Dear Philia. Still, you're a flower. Blossom and be proud of yourself, unlike Master Sophia. Please.

Tears spilled out of the eyes of a man facing the sleeping lotus.

My voice is plundering.

I give in to the pond, trying to water it.

A blood-stained sleeping lotus flower was looking at this one.

Sprinkle with water, wipe.

Once again, carry the water to Dan's mouth.

Closed eyes open again.

To the whiteness of the flowers, I smiled.

"Thank you. I'll leave you two to it.

I'm trying to wake up my neck, I'm unfulfilled.

There was no power left.

"... Dear Philia,

Leaving words behind, the man's breath stopped.

A rising spirit smiles at Philia as she wishes.

And as it was, it turned into light.

Stare at the flowers of the sleeping lotus, leave only the body.