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.

It was me and Neville Howell that Mr. Hilo, down the mountain, entrusted the aftermath.

The Howell family would hurt their pride if they said that the Barberg family's sending rides......

It's a little more independent.

The eldest son, Neville, looked ugly. He had declined to join the Kingsguard for that reason.

... must have been pressured from around to resign.

Neville is nearly ten years older than I am.

There was nothing I could do at the time of his adulthood.

I started serving in the Kingsguard, I completely forgot about his presence and all that.

It was this spring that Neville finally remembered its existence for making small mistakes.

I made a fair ruling, I'm going to.

No, that's all I've done.

But Neville was embarrassed to say that he annoyed me, and he has turned his deep gratitude to me.

It was unbearable.

I... I didn't do anything.

I just showed my face, spoke up, that's all.

Why should I be thankful until then?

... because I'm the young man in Barberg.

That's all they praise and appreciate if you move a little.

Instead of the Brotherhood, even my superior, my senior, Hilo, and my boss, Olars, told me... no, I care about Barberg's name.

Mr. Hiro "picked up" Neville.

He allowed Neville, "I picked him up," to have a reciprocal mouth.

The difference in personality is a piece of paper.

Even though it is inherently "hence the person who should highlight the difference in format".

Don't hesitate. Mr. Hiro was conveyed by that attitude.

You can tell by the attitude you have towards my brother. Neville was badly depressed.

A difficult and nasty man.

That guy was using it well.

Hiro de Calewara.

The impression I've had for two years is "a lot of drawers".

Let's say the martial arts arm is top notch. He also has psychic powers.

But when you're blinded by such a flashy spot, you mistakenly look at that person.

He possesses a great deal of know-how… or "information".

Who lives in the same society, so cluttered and useful information that it doesn't seem like the same public.

and good at assembling and using that information.

The art of treating men like Neville would also have been purchased from somewhere.

Maybe it combines multiple know-how.

I wonder what makes me different.

With me, who couldn't take advantage of Neville.

He's an upscale nobleman, but he's a "knock up." I've built up my track record with my own hands.

If there's a difference, is that it?

... No, I know.

What's wrong with that? I'm Emile Barberg.

We should not argue ourselves in the same line with the man who needed to knock himself up.

Collect the rough brothers and party crowd, then adorn the palace of Sir Horse and Ozo.

To the surrounding houses, to my people, my name and track record are not meant to be a step forward.

They tend to be seen lightly together, simply because they are not old teeth. For this reason the inner mornings...... because they were often involved in His Majesty's chores and had little experience in the heavenly kingdom.

But finally, the commander of the first battalion.

The time has come to be entrusted with the work of a dignified nation, the work of a man.

Neville Howell, who was similarly entrusted with the job by Mr. Hilo, was wielding a hot valve.

No, it doesn't even make me feel like I'm depressed.

"Forgive me for using the army of the Ministry of Military Affairs. And... His Excellency Yousuf Hekmatial! Why don't you join us?

"What are you going to do?

I feel like I see it.

But Hiro, too, is quite cunning.

I didn't expect you to throw it to Neville, including even that job, instead of asking Yusuf to do it yourself.

"When it's a chance to jump, I say so. The Hekmatcheal family has such a bad reputation. The other day, Rikyo was burned, and the face of Rikyo's position was rounded up. I haven't had a reputation since the war. 'Strength' is where you're supposed to stand."

Neville controls the gloomy Yusuf.

"It's also a strength, including a virtual statue. If you are suspected and insulted, you will fall."

To the hard word - that's supposed to be a no-hearing word for the men in the Hekmatcheal family - did you instead regain your calm?

Yusuf Hekmatial was regaining his sarcastic smile.

"'Return to Rikyo while keeping the forces warm and retighten the organization. I will not condone what I insult'. It also sounds like you gave me that option."

But Neville was obstinate.

He had abandoned the renunciation he had shown when he was obstinate in the world, and the elegance with which he lamented.

"You have a brother. It's also at the border, my brother commanding a real soldier.... your relationship, can you stay unconscious?

An emotion Neville himself didn't want to admit, maybe it is.

I couldn't stop.

"Even we have a lot to protect. I can't just throw it away... but I can't just protect it. I had to go make a chance out of myself. But we've been spending a lot of time without it. If I thought it was too late to realize the mistake, thankfully there was a guy who would throw me that chance"

"Smells blue. I give you a chance because the giver has a purpose."

"If you're a mafia boss, you naturally know that, don't you? But let me tell you something. What's wrong with that? I guess Hiro has Hiro's thoughts. But it's none of our business. If we don't move here, we'll never get another chance to crawl up, okay? You must have joined the war because you knew that, didn't you?... No, that was a treat. I want to take this chance. I need you for that, and that's why I'm throwing you a chance, too. If you don't move here, you're an Iopo. I don't feel comfortable acknowledging the value of Yousuf Hekmatial in the future. So would Hiro, huh? I'm determined to see that you have no fear. [M] If that happens... you know how sloppy he is and how chilly he is, right?

To my long-time friend, the Howell family, to his best man, Neville.

What can I do now?

To say back to Hiro, who is very active, that he "did his job".

What is the will that can be stretched against Hilo de Calewara in order not to be deprived of the Howell party?

"Neither is Barberg, my Lord Hecmatial. If we do not move here voluntarily, we refuse to cooperate in any way in the future. Instead of being ordered by the left-wing commanding agent, I'd like you to choose to run for honor."

Neville has turned his gratitude.

Now I can take it from the front.

In response to the affirmation, Neville bowed his head.

To make Hekmatyal more tolerable.

To protect my body that it's a favor, not an order.

"His Excellency Yousuf Hekmatial. I'm not going to force you, not a military nobleman. Backpacking...... no, it's busy and cool, please"

For the first time, I think I understood a man named Neville Howell.

Strong will, proud.

That's why, although it also twists and turns.

That's why a man can also bow his head.

"I lost. Let's go.... It should be noted that my Brotherhood is full of people who flee before their enemies without any sense of timidity if they want to skip. I'll kick you out for real, so stay tuned."

Yousuf Hekmatial, who stood up with his sleeves paid as they were, looked bigger than I knew it was, fumbling around.

His face, which swept and stared around the command, was neat, but it was terribly cold.

He bows his head too... by admitting to losing, by being forthright, he finally exposes his gold, his strength. That's probably what a man has to do.

His gaze, which had been captured by such thoughts and nailed by Yusuf, was blocked.

Again, to the man who stood up to prepare for his departure.

"Thank you, Master Emile. This Neville Howell, no different friendship to the Barberg family...... oh no, I didn't have time. I'll let you know when I get back. Anyway, use your brother while I'm away!

I wonder why. I don't remember Neville's face clearly.

It's not a good face to keep being scorned for being ugly, because I was too distracted by that.

Because I was distracted by unexpected remarks.

"I never thought Mr. Emile would be so frank and powerful."

Me too?

You think he was as candid as Neville or Yousuf?