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 have a family name that makes me a businessman... although I can't deceive the Brotherhood crowd.

They treat both religious groups and residents well with guidance and affection.

They will also be desperate for a placement shift from the "back".

It didn't seem fair to give you "I'm cheating on the inhabitants".

I just visited him once when I settled down.

"That's not enough. This can't be done in time," but members of both religious establishments showed a serene face.

I know why. In short, it's a matter of personal safety.

In the Karewala family, he told the Brotherhood Party that he was "on the battlefield," etc., although he told himself no. There is some "title" emptiness there.

But for the dark parts of both religions, precisely those who belonged to the "assassination organization," the "constant battlefield" should have been a frustrating feeling.

That is the peaceful countryside… if we can live in an area where security is guaranteed by powerful secular forces.

It's just a matter of not having to use your nerves to be a calm face.

Sister Teresa opens her mouth as she guides the hospital.

"It may be hard for you to understand," he prefaced.

"It's hard to say that a heretical hunting unit is a place of peace for an inquisitor. I don't know how that happens. We are all brothers of the same faith. Literary martial arts, hard faith. The young brothers and sisters who come in have beautiful eyes."

And what was told was stories I hear are common in cult religions… or far-left terrorist organizations.

The old Japanese Red Army, Parrot Truth and, more recently, the Islamic State.

It "nurtures" loyalty to the organization, to the doctrine, and creates powerful soldiers.

A long time ago, Sensei Mashimura used to say, "A soldier who can't be made a soldier because of his narrow field of view, but is not good enough".

Brainwashing takes place in closed spaces, where they are asked to "hang up" or "self-criticize" and cornered.

I didn't have to burst out because the organization she belonged to was so powerful... that I couldn't possibly fall into such a situation that I had to burst out.

But the life she had lived and the previously involved heretical inquisitors, Augusto Hara and Cardinal Gregorius, were too divergent in image.

They (though not accommodating) have the "aristocratic" and "gentleman" places together. He was never the kind of person to be clawed from nobles everywhere.

"I don't know you directly, though. It must have been a truly 'strong' way. Whatever happens, it won't break, it won't get dirty... and 'never question'"

Are you complimenting me or not?

I didn't see any point in thinking about that.

Human beings in the field, real forces, good soldiers. Because they don't think what it means. Only recognize and grasp it as a situation.

"One more thing. You two must have been the" hairy "and" hard shield "guys. Never get turned around for real dirty work."

Same here and there. Sigh out.

"Unlike me and Piutsky."

An invincible smile intercepted me as I turned around.

Mostly similar to the topic...... sunburned, wrinkled face.

"It was under Piutsky who recommended Sister Agnes. You think we've been working together lately? Yeah, he's an excellent kid. Wise. But a child of wisdom questions. It is not suitable for heretical hunting. It just doesn't have 'dirt' on it. That's why I took it on.... Still, you shouldn't. Killing machines like ours can go anywhere."

Unfortunately, that's all natural.

"We nobles are your kind in that respect."

Even civil servants have guards under their command, martial arts guides, and dirty actors.

No, rather, it is in the house of civilian aristocrats that those Brothers and Party change their blood phase.

"I cannot approach my gracious Lord, such as he who kills without changing a single complexion".

The Lords rejoice in religious people who are neither poisoned nor medicated.

The people in front of me... are they highly poisonous or dramatic?

At the Naïve Society Panmori Branch, snacks were given.

From the ghost of Liu "Old Master".

"'Even psychics and aliens can live in peace'. That's the best way to show it. Children's alert loosens in one shot."

That's not all. The arm of this dish, it's quite something.

Warm, tasty meals and secure beds. That's the best way to relieve tension.

"And that's with excuses. The male is just laying on the sidelines, right? Thanks to you."

The ghost standing behind him smiled happily.

A killer thought of dying in the course of his work. That's why I became a Necromancer.

She's standing behind you, too, because she's dead.

I don't ask what happened.

"I no longer get shot at by accident.... Your lord too, isn't he?

"You don't need sleep, ghosts."

"In a business like ours, that's a strong point. Whoa, was it disrespectful to be with you?

He captured ghosts only in terms of "not being shot at by accident".

To shoot the surprise... you didn't use it to assassinate her.

Don't do that. Patience, I don't hate it.

The long-running killer was seeing through this look.

A small favor bounces back as if it were in the mirror.

"But? Survival," Achievements, "to name a few. Become asked for difficult issues. There's no way I'm going to expose the killer's M.O., but that's why. If you tell him" Necromancer "..."

"I'm using a ghost to do it a little bit," he said. You think so? "

A man looked up to heaven. Try to throw your torso out on the back of the chair.

And squeezed out, one word.

- It was the limit.

A ghost, if you use her. I should have "done" a little more.

Even the Innocence Club should have been able to stretch up "its path".

But the man refused.

Liu woke up and turned his body to this one again.

That face. But not me. It was suitable for the woman beside me.

"He said that he was able to concentrate on his chores. It used to be mesimos, didn't it? But only vinegar pigs are good at it. I'd love to feed you too, but somehow you won't make it after you've become a ghost."

That's right! And a mouthful like I came up with by accident.

But there's no brightness or lightness in my eyes.

All I can feel is the heat I can think of.

"Lord, what are you, an armed Necromancer? I can see, I can talk, so I can serve more than one ghost."

Because I felt a little bit strange about the wind direction.

Eat a slight reverse thread and distract.

"It's a contract, not a servant, in my case.... Liu, you too, right?

Psychic energy is sometimes a delicate topic.

I thought I offended you, or the man was scratching his head.

"Did you find out? I've been laying it on my ass my whole life. You must be a very convincing beauty. But it just seems blurry to me. I wish I was a little more psychic."

I had a small forehead in my hand.

For family photographs, all the same age was painted...... like group photographs, portraits.

"The bad kids in the neighborhood. It was a family (family). There's only one more me... no, you two."

In the middle of the painting stands Liu, who is younger than he is now, and a woman with a long face.

Although the ghost standing behind Liu looked a lot like a woman. With a round face that still leaves you young.

Liu lifts the forehead with the portrait and shows it here.

The round-faced girl, blocked by that hand and out of sight, was smiling.

The ghost standing behind him... Liu's thoughtful sister lay on her face crying.

"When will you make me a vinegar pig?"

The girl, unable to reproduce her sister's taste, was trembling with the fear of being told lies.

Because I wanted to be by the man and I was grabbing that arm tight.

"He said he wasn't going to make it. When you got back to heaven,... no, it was a naive meeting... back in the circle, after you were reincarnated. They're gonna keep you waiting till then."

A ghost with a smile of gratitude.

Liu's face, looking back at her, was black and bloody.

"Yes, I did, I had a vinegar pig that day... sorry, without even thinking about how you felt"

"Forget it, Liu"

A voice that has been called reflexively.

Did you think for the ghost, me?

No, maybe not.

"This is Panmori," he said, almost continuing.

But for some reason, it wasn't the words that I chose.

"You mustn't show that face anymore"

Only enough to change the language gave me the crevice to follow.

"What the hell do you know!

I was cut back and found out that my choice was right.

I don't even know how to say, "This is Pan Mori".

What do you think happens when you complain about that emotion?

A man who has lived in a "ruthless" world, there was also a voice to call.

"I know only one thing. I went from being a commoner to a baron. I got a face I can't show you."

Each person has something to swallow.

Liu tries to get his invincible grin back somehow.

Where you're cramping your facial muscles.

... vinegar pigs were carried.

A woman with a plate of "decoy" on the table does not utter anything as a word.

It's like a funny "while" is painfully saving the strange air.

... I ate, but still, I won't try to leave.

"It's excellent," he praises, not flattery. No less skilled than a ghost.

The phrase "I knew you had different firepower" weighed itself down.

He was turning to Liu, Moreno, who showed me just a little something like that.

They're not leaving until they say what they think.

"That's good. It doesn't even taste like him."

Moreno kills emotions and shows his back to Liu's words. The spirits were gathering.

Take advantage of compressed heat?

A ghost that shows a sword screen that even objects are likely to throw.

The demon, very unlikely to return to the circle.

Please, Liu.

You are not poisoned or medicated. [M]