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.

Checking personnel is a noble preference. To not miss the trend of socializing.

You can look at the official gazette, but if you work in the Royal Palace, it's quicker to go peek at the bulletin board.

I'm a wild horse thinking the same thing, and I'm a student looking for my name, before the bulletin board.

I saw it. My back was standing, so I spoke.

"Oh, you too! Congratulations on this."

A man from Buddhist Path who has thrown inquiries at us at the Rikyo student dormitory.

I was still wrapping all my muscles up.

"Thank you, my lord Karewala"

He smiled like a child, uncontrolled.

When released from heavy pressure, the man becomes innocent.

"Safe return from the war, above all"

The man, in modern terms, is on his way to the ceremonial ministry to "receive a certificate of acceptance".

If I turned my legs to take him away, I would have had a small surprise in my smile.

"That's the thing. Now I'm serving as Sasuke Ceremony... you know what I mean?

For the sake of fairness, although the grading officer will not be published before the building.

It is divided in the ministry of ceremonies, so if you do a little research, you will know. I've finished my exam, and I don't need to hide it.

If I told him in the dark that I was an examiner, the man's attitude changed.

"Best regards"

Because a pseudo-pupil relationship arises between a grading officer and a successful candidate.

The "Master" side is expected to gently follow the successful candidates who have no scaffolding in the official world.

As a matter of fact, it doesn't leak much.

Although it is part of parental molecules, giveand-take, faction-building...

The red leaves flashed across in front of me. Raise your gaze, sweet clouds.

Typically, the acceptance announcement takes place under the sounds of a cicada or an entrance cloud… etc., if you can play with the thoughts.

The little one slipped into his chest.

I was wondering if the reason we were chosen as grading officers was also around.

Tachibana family that doesn't make factions.

Chosen from among the multiple existing Sir, Daisuke, and Shaosuke were the ceremonial Sir, who had shadowed the momentum of the house, Daisuke Kalewara, who had no eyes of birth, and the Kalewara family, who had been cut off. The dispersion head was also a falling royalty.

... people who don't pose a threat to Twa celebrities, even if they put a bump on the knockout elite.

Maybe I think too much.

In the first place, there are almost none of the students without scaffolding.

Everyone takes the exam after working for the ministry due to someone's "pull," which is the higher civilian exam.

Unsullied passers were exchanging words there.

Deal with a young man in gorgeous clothes.

He would be the younger brother of a faction boss. Age is near too. Footwork can move lightly, that's what makes it public.

"Which one are you going to say hello to?

"Yes, my late father is Sir Ceremony Miyagi... no, I hear he was taken care of by the former Miyagi's house"

I can apply the emotion of warmth to my smile.

"Mamiya was also a grading officer. It's a pleasure to be with you again."

Here I say, "Which way are you going to go? Hmm?" What an attitude, I'm not as thick as I am yet.

I don't even want to water the passing announcement, the pleasure because of it.

No, in the first place, the Palace is not a political opponent or anything. I just can't help it.

A man who suddenly got smaller because he met a grading officer.

This is it. Yeah.

"All right, keep going to my mansion... I owe it to the Mel family..."

I thought of giving them clothes (fabrics and kimonos).

Because it was tight to see anymore, and because of it, I didn't take advantage of my magnificent physique.

Even though it looks like you can afford something to relax and push it out nicely.

(For the record, personal clothes in particular, such as the small Osam, are just-sized. Sometimes it's because you're big enough not to need to let the extrusion benefit you...... thanks to you it's getting lighter and lighter, no it looks lighter)

"What about tailoring? I know my parents have samurai, but do you want to do it this way?

I have a hand in asking professionals to do it. Maybe that's more certain.

"I have a mother. I'm illegitimate, but you think my mother's sensibility is a reputation among her friends?"

Sure. His tightness, his sense of size was a bit arrogant, but the patterns and combinations are quite small.

It would have been something that made my body even bigger while I was leaving my parents' house and living alone.

... in the midst of losing my father early and struggling with tuteh and pull, too?

"Well, I can't give you bad stuff. To avoid scolding you, Mother, I have to give you something to celebrate."

I told Isen Chen, who was in therapy, that I was very happy.

Meaningly Isen, "It must be a full-blown creation, but a broken bone. My family set it up and shut up," he said.

He refused to take care of himself at the Chengjia Upper Mansion in Ichikuchi, Sakyo, and is staying in the natural Panmori.

Well, hey.

As it stands, I'm in the main living environment of Lanobe.

He's a young man who doesn't live with his parents. Just one while the surrounding "classmates" live under one roof to their grandparents instead of their parents.

It's a refreshing youth story to be played out in Lanobe, but in reality, regardless of the difference between East, West and World Lines in ancient times and now, such houses can be used for free Loveho...... It is something that will be a meeting place for young people whispering love (although I hear stories about teenagers not doing that these days).

Hume & Maple, Magnum & Maria and not to mention an example of this.

Anyway, he said, "You're the one who gets to say it loud, aren't you? You're a samurai, aren't you? Talk about.

It's decided to rub my parents' mind too, such as putting an unidentified woman near you, a young man who is seriously injured and unable to move.

The girlfriend...... the samurai who is nursing Isen was not as happy as her boyfriend.

"When it comes to cruel officials, it's mostly quasi-calibre. I want to improve my track record and it's hard down there."

A person who has passed the High Civilian Examination, although not publicly.

Because it's in between, "quasi-calibre".

"I don't know what to say...... oh, no, there are definitely places like that. But with so many incompetent upstream aristocrats, their practice turns because they inspire them to do their job. Besides, if they don't stick it up, the top will rot. If you rot out of the cabinet, the country's over, right? The damage caused down there will be even more massive."

A man over twenty years old who keeps his temper rolling around in bandages.

Leading the people, and the dream-breaking woman, was only twenty years old.

My brother-in-law, who followed me from the Chen family, was stunned by the way I exchanged blue-smelling arguments.

"Be quiet because you will be handicapped by injury," he held back.

Isen, turn this way or a word of lightning.

"In the meantime... What's up?

Instead of covering up the lights, you mean if you've been ashamed anyway, then so be it.

I survived by proclaiming, "I storm, it's a farewell," so that would be embarrassing.

"Don't be silly!... shouted and slammed him to the ground on the spot and stepped on it"

My actions are so embarrassing.

What a waste to say at last. Because it's accessories and jewelry.

I'm at war. There is.

"Maybe it's because of the fracture to Vakibaki. Bad Isen!"

Still, it's just better to be alive.

The messenger who came to deliver stormed with Neville in an attempt to reduce the pressure exerted by the Lord at all in his work...

Stop, stop.

Because I'm happy with the news.

"Anyway, I'm the guy I met in the student dorm, 'cause I want to say hi in advance'. The day after tomorrow, I set up a restaurant in Zuokyo. I'm sorry, Isen, but I can't ask you out right now."

"Hey, Hiro..."

Isen clouded her expression.

Well, as far as saying "hello in advance" is concerned.

"I know, if it was a mountain-blown treat, I'd say no. I'll tell you what."

Until now, I thought I could take it from a man who was a poor student!

Faction, Conne. Sometimes without that, I don't want to go blue-smelling!