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.

"Above" the Duke of Mel...... against the Kingsguard Battalion captain, just "let it go through" is good.

The captain is an honorary position. Unless there is more to it, I will not touch the personnel and other practices of the Kingsguard.

The consensus should be mounted, Squadron Leader.

The Commander of the Kingsguard Squadron is the ace of young martial arts officers, an alleged presence. He is a cobbler that everyone acknowledges.

Although Bayajit Horasan, who is fourteen years old, remains in office as Squadron Commander for the current term.

Mr. "Around" standing beside that Squadron Commander was bending Heso.

"If you decide to assign a Kingsguard on your own at the platoon leader level and get the approval of a large captain over your head, isn't that what makes a squadron captain disappointed?"

As for the suzi theory, it is the ultimate.

"Consensus," on the other hand, the personnel of the Kingsguard is inherently the prerogative of the Squadron Leader.

Something to "work out a plan alone, gather the platoon captains, and unilaterally say".

When, of course, there is a relationship problem, the person concerned is called up and said in advance.

In a political tone deafness that can't root as much as that, he can't even be appointed squadron leader in the first place.

Commander of the Kingsguard Squadron with excellent command and knowledge of politics.

Respect those in that position, from the face of the Kingsguard to the level of minister.

That's why it should be.

Instead of gaining war power, they should not place children in that position as if they had not fulfilled their first line.

Though.

"I've worked out a HR proposal over here. Squadron Commander, please accept" … then, because no matter how many opponents are children, they will just discredit the Squadron Commander's authority.

"I've worked it out over here. Say hello to Lord 'Around' and Squadron Leader," well.

That's what I said, but I was in a bad mood.

Our captain and I had a careful discussion.

I'm not saying "admit it all this way" or anything like that. "He and he, we don't have trouble together." "Who and what, it would be helpful if we could have him together."

"I would like you to understand" request because I have been a young man for six months and am a squadron commander who is neglectful of the facts. At least the body is in order.

"If you refuse to convey it, it will be until you tell the Squadron Leader directly. But that's all you got?

Edward's threats broke Mr. "Around".

He receives a HR proposal and quietly shows his back and leaves.

"Mr. Edward! Not directly... don't set a precedent for squadron captains to blackmail squadron captains!

"It's not blackmail, Isen, that's persuasion. Blackmail is the least I can do, I'm going to put up a weapon... I don't know the laws on the flat ground, do I?

Over fifty veteran platoon leaders respond with lonely voices.

"Right. Don't worry, if that happens, we'll do everything we can to stop it. But I have never seen platoon leaders united in this way. Mr. Phillip?"

He says he's a platoon leader himself, but in a strange way.

"Yeah, it's the first time I've worked for over ten years with very little outside the Kingsguard."

Like I know, like I don't.

Ethan explained the finesse around it.

"The platoon leader is an upstream noble public. Even one soldier is the trail son of a middle-class military nobleman. The Kingsguard is in the neighborhood." Young Master, each with his own soldier, originally said that each party had a strong temper. "

Each and every party, there is certainly such a place.

That's why it's the power of the house, the power of the individual, the vessel of control. Or by virtue of their talent and virtuous personality, they must hold down their colleagues and make them acknowledge their existence around them.

Kingsguard, considered a floral form of aristocratic society, but not just gorgeous.

"The Commander of the Holasan Squadron has a variety of circumstances. but it is not a good idea for the Squadron Leader's authority to be discredited any more. Think of the Kingsguard tradition."

A noble personality...... in the correctness of his dwelling, he was Olars Elan, a senior who also snuggled Isen.

In last year's Dragon Bow Competition (bow tournament) in the Dragon Boat Festival, so much so that I let the magnificence alongside me mourn.

It weighed quite a bit only on what the man said, graceful and quiet from day to day and not mouthful of claims in rare things.

"Well sure. I don't know if it's an army. Like Mr. Max, holding him down with a big voice from the top is the way it should be.... hey, Hiro?

Edward asked me for my consent for a reason.

Because the "voice", on the contrary, was immediately after "held from the top" due to the force of the arm.

As mentioned earlier, in the Kingsguard Office, each squad leader is assigned a Kingsguard.

I'm not saying absolute verticality, though it's an allocation to the extent of "You take care of him" and "You stay in the 'care' of that platoon chief.

And the soldier is often the "itchy one".

At Ethan's, the descendants of the nobles under Dexter's umbrella.

Edward has a cubic system.

Even the platoon leader is handed out only a few to his squire Shimei de Oranje.

So, me.

Where there are few edgers in the public, "leftovers" are handed out.

indie or less-famous military-working groups.... and relaxers and snubbers.

There are many people who are strong but also habitual. Though I think it suits Edward.

Because in the military, the Cubi family's three boys are "Princes".

Though it hasn't been written yet.

Two years ago, during the first half month of his tenure, Tsukahara-ryu greeted him and prepared his platoon.

That's what I was anticipating and putting together a personnel proposal, Squadron Commander Maximilian Orwell said. You've never even met me. I think there's a lot to be apprenticed for his tenacity.

And even more "leftovers"...... isn't it?

People who belong to the Kingsguard of any country in any age.

Anyway, the Kingsguard also belongs to men of a different colour than those around them. It is an "army band".

One of the squadrons (the dancer) was kept under me.

All of them had a fight with Magnum.

No, he hit me unilaterally.

"Maria, she said something about you anyway.... No, it's not a report from you, Magnum. Witnesses poured it on you."

Ethan, who became Magnum's "boss," told me the story.

If something happens to a child, it is the turn of the parent.

Then this is where you have to cover the "organized" military platoon.

"You can't even follow me!

Didn't you know Maria was my "best friend"?

No, I made up my mind. "Keep it" for that.

"Mostly what, catch on to Magnum? Bring out Maria?

"You know where the military band stands, don't you?

In the Kingdom, the status of those who sell "technology" is low.

Although dance is a so-called "fresh stream" business because it is both an art and an area of some kind of courtesy.

The status of those who specialize in it is not very different from that of scholars and martial arts artists.

Besides, the Kingsguard is an army, so that.

Even the barracks are among those who tend to scorn the weak, and the army bands.

There came a young man who was "civilian and without a family name" until the other day.

The wife says they are similar to their own.

No, the Crowe family, who found their way to the Far East, are "clearly downgraded" from the people who will remain in the Kingsguard Army in the Wang Capital.

It seems that the consciousness of "below ourselves" erupted because we didn't like it.

"Magnum, you're good, too. I can't stand it."

Not to say, "Good, I have endured," in the kingdom.

It is merely unwillingness and subject to greater contempt.

Up and down the pattern, future pressures.

It is assumed that we should not think ahead, in these cases.

If you're a soldier, all the more so.

As a matter of fact.

Magnum returns to the Far East anyway, so there is no later rot.

If it's going to matter, the Mels are coming out. Because it's the "parental" job that gives them that peace of mind.

I said... sweet and cuddly, and Sophia's eyes get cold when she doesn't seem to know the limits.

"He avoided breaking the dancer's hands and feet and putting scratches in his face, and he bodied them all, didn't he?

I know Magnum well, too. He's fighting because he knows where to drop it.

"Hiro, your education is also well educated. Reports from the group, isn't it up there?

He said he knew shame. That's what Ethan says.

Even an army band is a Kingsguard, a soldier.

I don't want my boss to cry when I get twisted with no hands in a fight.

If you still want to listen to the situation, call in the detachment.

I can't stand to see it.

A dancer is one who looks beautiful and poses correctly.

At last, the opposite of a samurai, even though the center of gravity is determined by what floats high and the market.

On that day they had their faces round and their backs, and their hips were sinking.

"Although it is Ms Maria Crowe. My name is Synchronous with Shinto School, and I am my best friend. I still have guests staying in the museum. To be honest, I have something to say to you guys. Magnum seems to have spoken for me, so I won't say any more."

I can't move my expression.

I knew you knew that, right?

"My men have to apologize to me too."

The expression moved. To a repentant face.

He seems to understand that you are applying mud to the face of the platoon commander.

... Then I have to answer.

"But I'm not going to tell you to stay that way because I've seen you guys in the group like that. Wouldn't you?

The platoon's rough guys made their eyes shine.

Begin arming with the scissors.

"Come on. I'll do a hand-to-hand job with Magnum.... let me do that"

Yes, the training ground.

We met through Ethan.

"If I don't hit him once, I won't stand a face... but I also need to apologize for my men's disrespect. So one shot at each other. Can you convince me?

Both sides, fully armed.

I wouldn't "keep" it if I didn't.

Magnum's fist... approaching me. That's what I feel slowly.

If you look at it again. I knew it was thick. If you eat something like this properly......

I came to my stomach.

My body floats in the universe for a moment.

Retract about 60 cm and somehow step on it with both legs.

Five beats.

Exhale fat and smile. For cool eyes one head high.

I used a wooden mace.

Because using a wooden knife, you're going to "slash" it.

I'm on top of a giant, little head. I was pulling my jaw.

There...... tap straight into the Tang Bamboo Crack.

Mace shatters and scatters.

The giant dropped his hips and fronted.

I had my arms on my knees... and my entire upper body weight on them.

Still unable to support it, seven steps back at ease.

Breathing on the shoulder, four degrees.

But I endured. I didn't fall.

You mean it.

That thought made sense, or Magnum with his face up.

He was laughing with a bright blue face.

Invite your men.

"It's 'hand-to-hand'. No need to apologize any more. but give me a break for the gold wheel. You know what I mean?

A mysteriously faceted military musical detachment.

Even the same men, the brain muscles came in tea nibbling.

"Platoon Commander, are you crying?

"Magnum! Ask these guys for 'guidance'. Knock him in on the Far East routine!

All Karewala platoons shared their experiences. I feel like I've deepened my bond.

You have to think so, you can't be doing it.