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.

"I know it's rude, but I was listening. Without the parents' knowledge, Cassandle also seems to have become the year to question many things. Sorry for the inconvenience."

How do you expect me to answer that?

... techniques to deceive them in the meantime were acquired little by little.

Take out the glass and pour the liquor.

"Cassandle's mother had a shop along the East River. It's a reputable beauty, young people, and it's what I went through when I poured the money without it. There were times when I was dating Mr. Rossiu Chen. Alex before joining the Woodmell War... that, it seems, was also pinching. Alex seemed serious, but 'to that extent' in her perception. But I thought that shook you, Mr. Rossiu, that you stopped showing your face to the store? Well, we're both seventeen, that would be it.... Whoa, this is rude."

I'm 17 years old on the outside, too, "to that extent" from Philip's point of view.

Well, he's in his mid-thirties, naturally.

But more than that.

"I said 'pinch' Mr. Rossiu and Master Alex! What woman!?

"Head" of the young aristocracy of the kingdom, a handsome man.

The other, at the time, was "the most beautiful boy in the kingdom".

"That's already, I suppose, referring to her as an extinct beauty. Difficult to put to the brush tongue."

Though it was obvious from a nod of eyes that there was a remembrance correction.

Deny it. It's not what happens.

"Alex did a great job in the Far East and was liked by the Duke of Mel to join the Kingsguard.... My brother, I ran around the downtown area near the East River to sort out my brother."

Though there is no reason to know the details.

There could have been a "foot loss" of a bad fellow or a "tangle" with the dark parts of society.

Philip, who seems calm, is often fearless and unharmed...

"Me and the Kingsguard, the Valois man. You can't escape in front of an enemy. When you need a head count, gather your people, and if you need an arm, take Timur Bentham as your shield. Well, it all depends."

Though he says so.

We had the ability to do all that work together.

"I was, for the eighth year since I started working. Compared to around, it was time to start seeing ahead. Good luck sprung up down there, I can just float about it when I think I'm going to be able to come out a little bit more thanks to Alex. He seemed a little too grown up to rebel against" How far could he have done without Seven Lights "-" My brother regretted getting ahead of me "etc... no, then his head got cold though, huh? Alex came out so scared."

Humble. That should have gotten there.

But was Philip in good shape floating around at his brother's birth? I also feel like looking at it.

"Whatever. This face, half identity, and lonely nostalgia. I was also awkward to show my face to her shop, but since I went to convince Alex to break up with me, I've come through. It's not even a pattern. I guess he was still floating."

It was a glossy inclusive laugh.

A gorgeous memory of a plain man on his chest, one of those scales.

"She was feeling a little ill. There, reports of the birth of Alex and Mr. Rossiu. Everyone leaves themselves, there seems to have been something I think about that.... she was also still young to change her perception and change her management consciousness that a man is what nobility is all about. You may have illusioned honesty with a man who goes through mediocre."

Wait a minute.

That, contraindicated in the kingdom, brothers bowl......

The brothers are the victims, so to speak (?) side, but the contraindication has nothing to do with reason.

Philip, who had predicted this gaze or dropped his eyes on the glass, continued to speak quickly.

"A thorough beating of those in weakness is a code of platforms. Pregnant after falling ill, she fell into a predicament in many ways.... As for Cassandle's bloodline father, it is unknown. It could be me, it could be Alex, given the time of year. It could be another man. Didn't Mr. Hiro come to think of it there, too?

There is no way I can hide from my father an imagination that I couldn't deceive by dealing with Cassandle.

There was nothing else I could do but snort silently.

The story Philip poked at, which confirmed how I was doing, bore a weight worthy of the voice I killed.

"I'm just the one who protected her. That is an indisputable fact.... Once I refrained from serving, I offered to leave the mansion and hid her in my possession. Shut up to my father, who worked for the King's Capital as Lord, and deceive the eyes of my ex-wife, who was sick and weak. If you think about it now, you're the worst man. I did bad things to my wife."

Oh, sucks.

But this Philip did what neither Alex nor Rossiu could do.

There's no way I can feel "my brother got me ahead of me" or anything like that complex.

Because Philip was a "man". Of Cassandle's mother, of two celebrity thinkers.

"My ex-wife was sick, and she gave birth in an unwell state, and died at the same time. So I held in my belly brothers and samurai and made a musical saying, 'My ex-wife died giving birth to Cassandle'.... My father seemed to realize that."

That's why my father must have given Philip the housekeeper.

The eldest son, who looked like "The Very Six of the Führer" and "My brother Seven Lights," put together the Brotherhood crowd.

The contraindication of the brotherly bowl pierced the man's will without even the fact or object that it would deprive his wife of her lineage. I appreciated that.

"Still, once in a while, I was anxious. I wondered if Cassandle's father was really me. It is only natural that my daughter is beautiful because her mother was an extinct beauty. But maybe it's Alex's daughter."

The child is under parental asylum and grows up looking at the parent all at once.

I would never overlook that "wobble," a parent who should be counting on me.

Cassandle also had a keen sense of my father's anxiety.

"Earlier words, it worked. It was the language of a man, unique to Mr. Hiro, who created the house from scratch. Yeah, nobody, I'm her man, Cassandle's father. I'll carve it on my chest."

- Man? Did I say man? Me, man? ――

No, that's "gender: man".

But I was in Japan and didn't get a chance to say, "Hiro, you're a man."

I didn't have a relationship with a guy ("DQN") who said he was a cheap "man" or "maniac", and I don't think modern Japan is basically that kind of society in the first place...

"masculine behavior" and other injustices and inefficiencies, or sometimes discriminatory. The rating of "manly" is hard to compliment, even if it is a compliment.

(What's wrong with that? Hiro is a man. Because she's not a woman)

(It's lit. It's lit. Don't get on with it, okay?

(Didn't you think of yourself as a man!? Then you don't even know what "manly" means! There's such an important thing missing, but... Yikes! Who are you! I don't know!)

(Maybe he's a cultural difference. Come on now, I thought I gave it up. Yeah, and Vagan, there's a lot more to it than men and women. Oh, good, huh?

(As much as I'd love to from a martial arts idiot...... here, Giraud, don't flip around and show the pretense! I know you're a male!

To quell a lot of confusion, to hide the lights.

I dared to pretend to be calm and keep my words going.

"We have to protect Cassandle, 'Father'?... What do we do now? Any idea who did this?

Philip shuddered at one of my words.

Cassandle, because in order to protect the Valois, you will be forced to make one decision.

I didn't think of that fact.

"I was just glad to see Alex's birth when the years were away and I was starting to get tired of the reality of the official place. Alex and I were close in age and my next brother Charles, who also remembered martial arts arms, learned to rebel.... Even in the world, I don't know if it's due to my power or to the Seven Lights. Those who come closer look at Alex behind their backs. The excited Charles put up a battle to become a 'man', to gain a sense of what he could accomplish on his own."

Though I got up a little earlier. A society that is not overly required to be a "man," a society that is allowed to claim a "way of life that is not. I think it's a happy environment.

Twenty years old. There it was. How was Charles' twitching?

At first glance I can tell, the arm of martial arts that goes far above my brother Philip.

There was nothing to fumble about, and as a second son, Charles lived an ideal boyhood, looking forward.

But luck sprung up down... or too young to deal with disaster.

"Charles..."

Philip made me listen to Charles, but I couldn't help but rebel.

Though my sympathy hasn't disappeared. Don't give yourself up to it, tell yourself that.

(Come on, that sentiment of being difficult to forgive, it's in the "right" thing)

(Even if it's somewhat array, Hiro is already a resident of this country, right? I'm relieved)