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.

There seemed to be no such thing as a big deal in Salon's conversation.

Although "robust" conversations such as politics, economics, military, religion, etc., are not preferred, it is also acceptable if it can be arranged, for example, "political ideas of recent times", "cooking materials, their distribution", or "land of scenic scenery, seen at march destination".

The point is, "how do we talk" instead of "what do we talk about"? That's where they're asking me.

Although the ability to extract information from the conversation is also questioned.

If you just want to have fun, that's not all. Like Count Tachibana.

As far as I'm concerned, I wanted to learn from "celebrity" Rossiu Chen, not His Excellency the Count.

This rainy night, I couldn't steal his skill.

"How was Alex?

Because that information he wanted to know was consistent with your ladies' interests.

Rossiu didn't have to use speech.

"Finally, a long-awaited man has been born. … this is how you look."

Ask Pink to improvise.

With Belisarius, who sleeps easily, and Alex, who smiles watching over it.

If it's just a baby, I don't care what you draw.

If you line up with Master Alex, you can clearly see the "skill" of the painting… the point is "ability to use ghosts".

"I was allowed in and out of a place of my personal life," as was my standing.

"Oh, adorable"

"Because of this, look at Alex's painting."

"Please ask me too"

Do you ladies just want a picture or are you trying to find something?

Are you a "princess who knows nothing" or an armed diplomat?

Soon after thinking about it, the conversation moves on to the next.

"Have you succeeded? It's like a little meatier than Alex I know."

What was floating in Rossiu Chen's brain was a boy his age. Alexandre Valois.

Alexandre de Mel, I know, is an older young man.

"You said, 'We came to the Far East and martial arts also saw us enter'"

The Japanese man reacts to the words.

It was strange that Rossiu and I sat next to each other in a casual appearance of slacks on an autumnal jacket, and that was making us reconciled.

"From Mr. Alex, I finally couldn't take one. I wonder if they've made another difference."

Did Maximilian Orwell say he was fifteen or six at the time?

I wonder if a man like a seaboy had a boyhood, or even a baby, and the smile spills.

Gentlemen who will soon flow into martial arts rigging if you are not careful.

Don't flatter it, just leave it.

The ladies are immersed in chatter.

"But a little, unfortunately. It's like they've totally become Mel family people."

"You've gone farther and farther."

There is, even in Japan.

The case of fewer female fans when sportsmen get married or become fathers.

"It's like you're beating me too majestically"

"I'd rather do this. I think it's gotten much nicer."

"If you prefer thinner, you're young, aren't you?

This year, a new Kingsguard team leader has been appointed.

He said he was here.

You're noticing or not, the inventory started.

After all, the most popular is Edward.

Good character, good face. Bright, cheerful and easy-going three boys.

The lady who did not like the lady who liked the skinny or the armed man had a high point on Shimei.

The older take, overwhelmingly Ethan.

"I hate it when I'm young and tall and gorgeous to the face on top of it. It's on your nose. In that regard, Baron Dexter is sound in itself."

"You can't even see where it floats, which is common in the young public. You're already engaged, aren't you?

"Oh? Really?... with the Asahi family's maid? That's..."

"Isn't it too late for that? Are you okay, sir?

Exactly, though the Christian boy wasn't talked about.

(Some people won't want to talk about this, Hiro. Little girl in blue dress on the right and two Obasans visible on the left. That's suspicious)

Industrialized girl, it contained allegations from Sister Pink.

My fans aren't here.

Disappointed, or relieved. Slim weight on shoulders dropped downwards.

Turning around, the skinhead was thumbing up.

Apparently, the trust from Orwell has increased one more thing.

Speaking of which, how popular is Isen?

That's it, my face isn't bad.

I was putting together another circle to showcase my political ideas.

That's also the so-called "revolutionary ideology" guy.

It's human society. There's nothing strange about it, even if it has similar ideas.

I see, is that why Isen was so obsessed with "coming up from below"?

Though I don't know if the idea comes first or something stained while I'm working.

It's a "class struggle." I even heard noisy words.

In that regard, you're the best, no, is it going to suck for his ideology? Anyway, that's the category, isn't it?

"With that passion, it would have been a good paper. I won't because I won't be halfway there. From a standpoint, I can't help it. Trouble being practiced."

Whimpering, Count Tachibana slaps me on the shoulder.

I was invited with my eyes.

Rossiu notices the movement, throwing her gaze over here.

He realizes what his brother is talking about and walks over here with his long legs.

Swordsweeping atmosphere just around the corner in a glorious twitch.

The Kingsguard Squadron Leader couldn't have detected it.

Skinhead chases him to Rossiu with a big strand.

Two signs were looming behind me.

Rossiu's anger is considerable. Hit me, but... no, I'm actually going to hit you and stop, this is...

I'm trying to stop my brother, even if it makes the atmosphere worse, or if it makes me lose my name.

Is it your intention to show off so that the topic will never rise again in the salon?

But I'm a Philia general.

You can't sit back and imitate her sister Domina's salon like it would be rough.

I don't even want to see this scratch Rossiu Chen's fame.

So.

"I'll get in the way, Isen. Ladies have our rules over there. I can't wait to pop up."

"Shouldn't we go with the ordinance, Isen?

Rossiu, who has caught up with me and Count Tachibana, laughs bitterly.

Count Tachibana, keep your eyes peeled.

"Hiro, give the samurai hall a glass. Give him the tight one."

To the Earl's words, Garson leans himself in when he rinses.

"Icebreaker, no. Dry martini for Mr. Rossiu"

"Will you give your fool brother Isen the Imperial Fizz, Baron?