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.

"Hiro, I want you to do me a favor. Give this sentence to Miss Isabel."

"Copy that. Would you like me to appeal to you to work first? Shimei."

In addition to the Royal Palace, the Kingsguard, which was to protect even the Tachibana clan, is very busy.

So much so that I don't even have time to play Shimei de Oranje, the wind talent.

Trouble... no, honorable status, pressed... no, because I'm supposed to be in charge.

Me too, I've been busy here.

Again, to guard, to investigate, and to respond to all the rumored aristocrats.

Still, I took Shimei's request because I somehow felt like I wanted to see His Highness Hasan.

Leaving the Yangming Gate, the east gate of the royal palace, it is somewhat frequent to proceed with the horse as it is.

The sight of His Highness Hasan walking as usual caught my eye. Associate Baron Bunois Kechlan for you.

It's getting cold, but she looks a lot better. One peace of mind.

No, aren't you feeling too well?

He's wearing armor. Let Mr. Kechlan, who walks behind, put up a fine mace.

The look, of Don Quixote and Sancho.

The smile leaks, but the armor looks a little heavy.

If I looked at one party, Peter, who knew how to treat an old man, gave me ears.

"Your Highness Hasan!

"Mm, Karewala? More than that, you think a thief showed up at Tachibana Mansion? The slaughter of Miyako, here it is. As much as I mourn! What is the Kingsguard doing at a time like this! This is how I keep my eyes open!

"If His Royal Highness Hasan, the elder of the royal family, is so beautifully armed, let the ladies be disturbed."

"Mm, does that make sense, too"

"Arm is left to the obedient Mr. Kechlan, and it is sufficient to list the mace with dignity"

"Come on. You should have embodied royalty, peace in the capital."

And, convince me.

The residence of His Highness Hasan, who returned loosely with him, had become much smaller and more beautiful.

There are a few servant-like young people in and out.

If you listen to me from Bunois while I have tea with you and take a nap for His Highness.

"To get away, you built my temporary residence. I don't get to sleep every day, but I hired people." I'll take care of the landlord, "he said, while taking my position as my servant. That would make sense."

He has a smile that seems illuminating.

"I didn't think you'd be buying armor this year."

It was as if it didn't suit you, but still.

If a decent assortment of men raise their mace armed and take a wide walk down the city avenue.

It seems that its (somewhat manipulative) appearance is large enough to contribute to the stability of the people.

"Gentlemen, are you so anxious?

Royal neighborhood, it seemed busier than before.

"Yeah, you look softened. I can't help but say that to His Excellency."

He's grinning bitterly at his puffy, trembling arms because he put up an unfamiliar mace.

It's peaceful here.

And fate, the Nascimento mansion.

As usual, I give my elongated servant, Julio Cabiola, a souvenir and a loathsome reward. If they let you through to the reception room.

Nascimento's lord appeared with Miss Isabelle, whom she was looking for.

If we exchange a first glance greeting while Isabel introduces us.

Again, the picture in the reception room comes up on the subject.

The rabbit painting was removed, and now hanging is the parent and child of a cat sleeping around in the sun.

I still think it's a good painting, what a heartwarmer during the cold weather.

Whoa, we need to get down to business.

"Shimei, you have a particularly important role to play, so you can hardly even take the opportunity to go out. I spared myself a sentence while I slept."

"This is an elegant letter as Miyako is covered in slaughtered air. I feel comfortable."

"Right, Isabelle....... There have been many visits from you these days and there has been a constant buzz of conversations and orchestras. The civilization of the kingdom does not perish in times of terrorism. I realize that, too."

I see.

So in the royal neighborhood, there's a buzz.

"Sentence Tachibana".

It is a clan representing the culture and civilization of the kingdom.

That authority, "Wu" … No, this is more appropriate in Mr. Nascimento's words.

Tachibana, civilization, was challenged by "terrorism".

Anxious nobility, that's why I tried to counter it with "sentences" rather than "martial arts".

Unconsciously, unite under another center of the "sentence," the "royalty".

Neither did I.

I wanted to see His Highness Hasan's face, "I want to feel safe" somewhere.

He wants to be sure of something "good old". Because I thought so.

"For the first time in decades, we are also certain that the royal family is in a prominent cycle"

Did the paper also welcome the "bureaucrats" in charge of practice into the house and make you want to talk about "politically oriented" that you haven't had a chance to interact with on a daily basis?

Mr. Nascimento was a little excited.

"When the Successor Problem Lifts. And when its successor actually inherits the throne. Before and after that, politics gets busy. Every day, our royal family, which has no connection with power and is not viewed by the nobles around the Twa system, also draws attention."

In fact, Phyllia is starting to move around to check it out.

"No, it's too sloppy a story to make the young public listen. It's an unrelated story to Mr. Hiro and to zero royalty like me. I just paint quietly."

The teenage public doesn't have a "factional feud of successors" or anything like that.

That's because it's still paper.

Thank God for that.

"His Royal Highness Hasan, as always, has stood idly by."

"Yeah, you want to be."

If you have a peaceful time in a while and return to the Kingsguard official building outside the royal palace.

A guest had been informed of his visit.

"I am Yusuf Hekmatial, Obei Fifth Place Superior/Baron. We would like to thank the Commander of Orwell Squadron for his recent visit to Rikyo and policing activities."

polite mouth.

Today was noble, sane Yusuf.

Baron to each other.

He's the man who came from the bureau as a "messenger" to the bureau.

You can't put your hands down.

But it was this time of night that I chose to come.

"I have business at noon and this is the time. If you don't mind, relax and talk, etc."

That's what I figured.

Look up, gray sky. Suspicious clouds.

Anyway, if you put it up in the room and try to behave with a dedication.

"No, it's also official. Just how you feel. Thank you."

Twenty years old is younger, and he shows humility to me downstairs.

What the hell is that?

She drinks down the tea she serves instead of alcohol when she rinses.

I don't have any such suspicions that they "might be poisoned" or anything.

It's refreshing.

...... at least feel safe for today?

"You have a lot of doubts. I would like to give you a reason for sending us a thank-you note."

It's all been spotted.

I don't like sane Yusuf.

Where you think so, an even heavier blow.

"It's about the raid on Tachibana Mansion the other day. We are not involved in Hekmatial or Rikkyo jobs at all."

Um, come on.

Before he suspected me, he told the police (his boss), "I'm not the killer! He's the one who comes forward."

It's suspicious.

But Yusuf's blue-eyed at this time.

This is a sane statement.

… so, if there is.

"Do you know who the killer is? You think the Hekmatcheal family is a deep place of itching?" Normally, it's a muscle of suspicion of involvement, so you need to make excuses first "?

narrowed eyes.

That's it. Look at the sounding students, the teacher's bluff.

Things go crazy.

"I was wondering if you had seen the security situation in Rikyo the other day. I don't know who the killer is, but he must be from Rikyo. There's no doubt about that alone. And Rikyo is under our jurisdiction. … all organizations, all human beings and the right Kyokyo position has itching. That's all there is to suspect."

You've predicted my suspicions, naturally.

"... there still seems to be a lot of misconceptions between us. Was it the worst way to meet?"

It must be your fault.

I can't wait to be caught.

"Why did you give me my life? He was named Necromancer Hiro?

"Out of Foot"

Huh?

"You tried to lose your leg, my men. Say," I'm going to hire a friend who's got a job mouth in Esil. "

It's something to celebrate. Laugh and drop him off.

I thought it was a mafia.

"Then why did you aim at me... to try to tighten up the organization by defeating the culprit and showing it off?

"Quite muscular. It's suitable for Rikkyo positions."

Ugh!

"Did you call me a 'Necromancer (Necromancer)', not a title or rank, just to the morning court (Kami)?

"There's that too...... well, shall we talk about one thing openly for you to believe?" There are those who offend Hero de Calewara as a Necromancer ""

What did you say?

No, you mustn't be upset.

"An assassin leaks information about his client? It's more and more untrustworthy."

"You know the assassin's code, too?

Yeah, the reverse screw, please!

"I wasn't asked to. The cost of the journey… If I defeat His Excellency Karewala for the purpose I mentioned earlier, I can finally sell my thanks to you. That's about it."

The sound of rain suddenly intensified.

When I saw Yusuf, who moved his gaze into the window, he was moving his lips well.

I'm trying to chant a song.

What is the identity of this man? Where is the root?

The noise of the midnight rain hits my memory that night and I can't think about it.

"Rikkyo job sounds like a difficult job. I have been calm for a long time. I think I need to change my perception of you the first time I see you."

"This is how it goes every day. You know my brother Moussa, right? It looks a lot like me."

"Though the sword muscle didn't seem very similar?

Though I meant to dislike it.

"Yes, Your Excellency's arms are horrible. Calm itself, including the guards.... How dare you kill people, without madness. We're supposed to be alike, but not there."

To the intensity of the cut back, I lost my word.

"Ooh, did the hourly rain go up too? It's about time we took care of the service, isn't it? Thank you for your time."

He had resigned to disappear.

The memory of that time was blurred no matter how many times I thought about it later.

I can't really remember Yusuf Hekmatial's back.

"We're alike."

Only the words were creeping in my ears.