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.

Behind the sanctuary, spiritual.

It was just spiritual. It was just spiritual.

Behind the cave surrounded by silence, all the sound of droplets echoes.

Good for thinking and meditation. But to the samurai.

...... many samurai speak of sword zen as well, or something similar.

They all had first-rate arms.

I didn't understand what they said.

They also said, "Elquille, it won't suit you.... at least for a while now," he just says.

One of them sounds like water.

While I said it didn't fit, it seemed like I was getting lost in my thoughts, too.

It wasn't the land of the Divine Spirit, but I see it's interesting.

Is the swinging spirit inviting something?

... Was it "fun, whatever you want," Angela.

It reminds me of an array in the footsteps of a woman approaching me, so what's wrong?

Again, this is... tonight I'm, like, a little crazy.

There is no point in arguing for a chaser. Evacuate... No?

You can't even try to hide it, intense killer.

Footsteps that can't be constant in the way of that crease force.

There seems to be a "hobby," but this is not the "arm" of the chaser.

From the hole in the ceiling, the blue and white moonlight was leaking.

The rocky skin on one side of the light is smoothly shredded.

The traces of prayer that have been offered over the years are historical.

The woman was also on her knees.

Strictly, piously.

To pray with arms in front of his chest and offering... but not as a piece, such as peace.

Unmatched killer.

For this occasion and for this young daughter.

Again, this land is interesting.

… the Pope's prayer rises to his ear.

"Here, your thirst will not be satisfied. Still, if you get something. For a moment, or even a piece, if you can find something to fill."

What does that girl look like she's been living a full life here, thinking?

What do you want me to do with it? Whether it's a thirst to be satisfied with it or not.

I was curious.

Deeper and more defenseless with no samurai, I also learned small worries.

So.

I followed my daughter. No, I opened the distance so I couldn't see it, and I stood first and walked.

Two whole days, destroying the kind of night thieves.

Although that number is exceptionally low compared to other lands.

That it is the path leading to the Holy Land, if you consider it to be at the knees of Holy God.

The security of the Wang capital seems irrecoverable at all times.

Here in the mountains, with the king and the church... or perhaps the aristocratic Cognac, is also close.

Where territory intersects, between administrations. It is a land of rampant banditry.

You don't have to pay attention to where they lurk to find out.

My adoptive father Ray picked me up because that's the land.

But for the chase, I work for holy divinity, so it's a strange thing.

Even though you say it's more like a bandit, such as where I stand right now.

I went out to the Tsuji on the street. It is closer to the outskirts of Wang Du than this.

Not to say absolutely, travelers can travel safely first.

Let my daughter go first and chase her from behind.

Who do you hold a grudge against? How do you intend to take it with your shiny arms?

I was concerned about the idea of the calculation.

My daughter stopped.

A flat terrain spreading through farmland, well-maintained roads.

Even the shade of the tree that hides itself is hard to seek.

This "Readiness". There is no mistake in the cognac of a military nobleman.

Strong opponent.

My daughter was standing up.

At first, I thought you were going to rendezvous with the assistant knife, but there was no sign of it.

Nearly half a day.

An obvious intent to kill, even when viewed from a bush far away.

Three days and three nights, it keeps burning without fading.

But that's all.

No ideas, no calculations.

I intend to hone my martial arts from an early age and challenge a military nobleman to the effect of being a "regular battlefield".

Understood.

This girl is a fool.

So, if there is.

Tragic, no benefit, intolerable to see, awakening......

I can describe it as anything, but there's only one end to the visit.

We have to make him stop.

On the verge of it causing signs of moving, the sound of a horseshoe rocking the ground came through.

I can't make it.

Even if I jump in now, that girl won't help me.

But.

Who would resent my daughter for being wealthy and not knowing about her worries?

I tried to look out of the bush to make sure... I couldn't fulfill it. I was about to be noticed at risk.

That nobleman is a skill. He sees the "fool" and is wary of the binary measures.

"Baron Calewara, be ready!

Baron Calewala? Hiro de Calewala?

Not a bad arm, but not yet, scarce and filled with gaps in talent, that hero of "how to make it public"?

That sword muscle wasn't distorted. Even samurai symbols have stepped out without hesitation.

In a man who imitates spicy, no, he shouldn't be the man who can imitate like that.

Vigilance of the "bunk" had been relaxed.

If you turn your eyes again.

It was either a one-party siege or had the guards guard guard against it and let them take only the weapons nearby.

Apparently, the alarming result has been avoided.

But the nerves are fine in the public domain. I heard there were complications.

... "Poor Hiro," huh?

Laughter leaked. Apparently I was nervous.

Those people...... Angela, the Pope, the "fool". And Hiro de Calewara.

I started to wonder. What are you talking about, at all?

Are you going to execute him tomorrow for not killing him on the spot?

I want to talk to you, and I have trouble with the "troublemaker" himself.

If you look at the gate of the hall with hesitation.

For the night, a father and a man were taking his daughter out.

Is that acquittal? What are you thinking?

... was, after all, the daughter of a rich house.

Being treated like home prudence and house arrest is unavoidable.

Has it been half a month? The alert was loosened up considerably.

Throw pebbles out the window to draw attention.

I keep listening for three days, and the familiar footsteps approach.

I was wondering if you'd let me talk to you.

"If you'll let me out of here,"

It was a hard voice, but with a low, calm sound that didn't make you feel any signs of frenzy.

But what has been said is exactly "foolish".

I had expected to be a fool, but more than I imagined.

Baron Calewara has nothing to do with it. Isn't it a resentment?

"I've been made to expose my dear man," though he has a sad voice.

Late at night, they formed a party and attacked the aristocratic hall. It would be natural to be made an expatriate.

"Don't punish me. You're not the one who can win, are you?

"I'm more aware of it than I was. There is no untrained in this world without Master Augusto.... I felt like you could understand that it was definitely not a matter of good or evil. Was it my misprospect?

Baron Karewala challenged me, knowing he was no match for the enemy.

Me exploring the path of challenging God with fools and scorn.

Was this daughter the same?