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 had some unpleasant feelings, but I'm in a war now anyway. Focus on your work! … so to speak, it's just an easy job to throw round to the Chamber of Commerce. Every day I was in the mood to train the Navy.

The transport of soldiers is over, and all you have to do is deliver munitions on a regular basis and wait for the win. There is no wave standing here in Lake Chi... it should be.

They yelled at me.

That blood phase, just front-line home. The eyes of a hungry wolf roaming the battlefield.

"The barracks, what's going on with military food transport!

Don't be unfamiliar, Aron Smith. We're probably in the mood, too.

It was Yul's warmth that sandwiched him between the shield and the wall, wasn't it?

"We have no omissions. What happened? What happened?

Aron begging to yell something. Yul, seen as dangerous, pinches even harder. Aaron stuffs his breath.

If Hume, whom he saw as unknown, stunned, and let the fraternity crowd solidify its surroundings without a gap, and then sprinkled the natural waters of the lake, Mother of the Karewala family, from afar.

"Rude!

"Either disrespect!

Just say the requirements, okay?

"To the Kingsguard, to our Dexter party, we haven't received any food!

And even if they say so.

"I repeat. We don't have any omissions. It's about you, Aron. You'd have checked by the time you got here, wouldn't you?... really, haven't they arrived at all?

Reddishing his shallow black cheeks, Aaron leaned down.

If you can't try to push it off with momentum, there's nothing else you can do poorly.

"Something like 60-70% of the provisions. I will not starve to death...... where I am being accommodated by the troops of the army using the connections of everyone in each house at present. But there are limits to that."

After all, there is no downfall here.

After it's delivered, there's been trouble with the allocation by the local forces.

But the fact that food doesn't arrive is immobile. I can't fight when I'm hungry.

During military activities, it is necessary to replenish them thoroughly. I can't move properly unless I do. It could lead to a deterioration in health and hence an epidemic of evil.

"Sergeant Soldier's Palace... that's your offer!

The fire lit up again. Though I still seem to be able to bear it critically.

But nevertheless, you're in middle school. I'm talking about Chicato, Ethan.

But when they do that in the world of decency, they don't go out of style.

Yes, you're not going to be in a spill.

I guess I shouldn't have done it with a sprinkle.

We're not helpless junior high, we're decent.

"Things are not just about the Dexter family. On the front line are the Cecil family, the Metro Agency, and other officers from each house. We recognize that this is an issue that concerns the entire Kingsguard government."

Aron Smith, who got back on track.

Majority work… expands the target frame and the Karewala family moves to take it into the same pit.

"Sergeant Miyagi, why don't you hate Kingsguard? As a royal shield and Kingsguard, I don't have to worry about it."

"What a long time! Extra food, please! I'd like to have it delivered!

"Say, Aaron. This battle is led by the Ministry of Military Affairs, isn't it? Delivering food here will not be a solution if it is handled locally and at the point of distribution"

Does Ethan have any stomach plans? Didn't you come with that intention?

And, whatever it was, my perception was sweet.

"Or go around each unit and have a hand in maintaining morale. Magnum and you two need to be in charge of strategic tactics too...... Mr. Albert is running around outside the bargain. Captain Bentham is also moving to buy from the private sector, but I was wondering if you were aware that there are limits to private surplus cereals."

And if you force it, you lose your reputation, huh? Hi, should I say that the idea is not linear?

In one way or another, I feel that the thinking circuit is different from that of Miyama, who has a samurai-like intuition. Whose wisdom is that?

Anyway.

Either way, Ethan, no, not even Ethan can "move". I can't afford to look around.

That's the scene, the harshness of what is called a battlefield.

That's why "it's the job of politicians and officials to send military personnel to the front without the worry of hindsight," he said.

That was last fall's battle, where Ethan himself was speaking.

Because he actually made it possible to win... now it's my turn. It's my job.

"I mean, Aron. I'm trying everything I can on the ground. but there are more limitations than the frontline being led by Sir Barabe's Palace. And my area of responsibility can't reach Chihua Hall locally... just think of countermeasures based on that, right?

"Please. It seems rough, but it's not just the Dexters' problem. It also involves the home of the Kingsguard!

No way?

If the food doesn't arrive, the front line and the barracks will clash. Trying to split Karewala and Dexter, or the Kingsguard... are you thinking that far?

That, honestly, is troubling.

I don't really want to say much about the assault issue, the squadron leader, but the inheritance race.

All in all, the Kingsguard is falling apart...

("In pieces" what? What are you thinking, Hiro?

(You're not blaming me, are you, Neville? Yes, in order to be my "power," it's my premise that it's coming together)

Yes, to get together in Kingsguard... Oh!

"Wait a minute, Aron, no, wait for me at the Pihua Hall. As soon as the food for the special flights arrives, you will transport it. I'll give you detailed instructions by letter."

The answer came from Aaron's argument.

Expand the boundaries of your people. From outside the frame, flip from the plate surface.

Because politics is above strategy.

But it's about bringing politics to war.

There is nothing different about the nature of the action, in one respect, from the Palace of the Sergeant of the Military Ministry.

As a soldier, I'd like to repel it.

What can I do to prevent it from being used as a bad precedent?

Makes it look as if I'm inconspicuous and the person I'm after has moved voluntarily, for that matter.

The white smoke that burns charcoal echoes its nose inside.

The battlefield is far away, and this is the North Suburb and Sinkai Workshop in Wangdu.

"Five bites (pretend)!... Oh, is that Dr. Tsukahara? Congratulations."

His Royal Highness Ziko, who came out in response wearing shallow-colored direct clothes for work, was just as poor.

"Thank you. Yes, since this spring, our master Tsukahara has officially been recruited as the guard of His Royal Highness Wang's eldest son, so to celebrate."

The knife in the Sinkai workshop is sharp but brittle and not suitable for practical use.

However, I am interested in the beauty of the blade print, the flavor and smell (smell), etc., and the more I pull it out and look at it, the more I forget the time... I see. I don't know yet.

Anyway, it's the finest piece of art. If you are an aristocrat who has a knife, no, even if you have no connection with the knife technique, you should keep one mouth in the family.

"What else are you looking for?"

"There are two teachers in the Far East who say they are teachers as well. I thought I'd give my brother another mouthful. And the other day, I slashed my undercover sword."

It would only look like a toy to Dr. Maki.

But Matsuoka-sensei can fully use it. Even to its orthodox successor and sight-after Sinnoske.

"Oh, is that Captain Bentham? If you're dealing with a big deal, you won't break the name of our workshop."

His Highness Ziko, who sets his eyes on this one.

Sensei Tsukahara's officer-in-charge also naturally put it in his ear until an exchange that, on the contrary, could not be said to have been the trouble he had had in the dojo.

The Sinkai Workshop is not just a forge. It is a political school where the wounded change gathers and leaves with recommendations to the houses, and therefore this is another kind of salon. That's why the nobles are competing for this knife.

"For other use", said His Highness Ziko.

It was time to cut it out honestly.

I can't help but hide it, and if I feel like it, I can wield my spicy arms in the cabinet. About His Royal Highness Ziko, who is growing himself. I don't keep secrets or misuse information. That's why all of you take a trip here.

I uncovered the plan. Ask me to teach you about missing pieces.

"I would like to show you how Her Highness moves. I am also confused as to whether this plan will raise or discredit the voice of His Royal Highness the King."

My plan is based on the example, like the example, and to call it a conspiracy, it stinks of trinkets.

Though I may be able to make a strong impression of His Highness's presence, even if it is a grand conspiracy.

"Do you care about fame? The so-called 'trial in absentia', I was wondering if it would be seen as something to be attached to the absence of Sergeant Miyama of the Military Ministry? Hmm...... you'll be fine. His Royal Highness Ashlaan tends to be seen as more of a stomach at the moment. It would be an act to enhance your name."

A dim room with a knife on one side.

Standing alone for the two of you to choose a gift becomes a payoff.

"Her Royal Highness the Queen... Phew"

Standing first, His Highness Ziko pulls out the knife and examines the delicacies to be a gift.

Instead of being able to catch a glimpse of his expression, his back, even his figure, was half-dark.

"No, I'm sorry for your disrespect. These conspiracies do not open up to others, family or belly. Mr. Hiro is right. But now that it's starting to move, it'll be a good time to break it down....... Rants knows. It's about him being consulted."

Oh, and.

The eyes of His Highness Ziko, who spoke, were all over himself.

Over my back, over my knife, I was looking at this one.

"Political situation, conspiracy. It's fun to move people from behind, isn't it? But Mr. Hiro is feeling horrible right now. That's why you came to me. I've come to push five ingots. … apart from relying on me or not, its sense of 'awe' is not a bad thing either"

Doesn't it feel "too" bad?

Is it saying something different for each person? "The lack of stray is good," he said, against a man who can throw himself into a plot.

Perhaps the Sergeant of the Military Ministry, the Palace, has also purchased wisdom here.

I can't blame you for that. I'm a player throwing myself into politics with Sergeant Miyagi, and this is a neutral salon.

After a room where all the glow of the body is noticeable, the sun is becoming a little more powerful after the winter solstice.

After all, His Highness Ziko, who stood first and walked out, was talking.

When I came to Sinkai Workshop, I was bringing him around for a offering to Rants.

"Tell us everything, Rants. Good... No, he was the right husband for you, after all."

Don't you give me strange compliments?

For visiting humans, be as flat as possible.

As usual, Mr. Sinkai's nose song begins, and his disciples… both His Highness Ziko and his greetings walk away from each other.

Leftover rants and two.

In the dorm of the Karewala family nearby...... if you stop at a private house near Sosur Dojo.

Rants' story comes with a small surprise.

"I was originally a companion to Her Royal Highness the Queen. Close to my servant."

Even if you get slapped in the pussy when you're slightly inferior, there's Her Highness the Queen.

Because of his family's character, Rants was quite the same.

Maybe I should see it as a relationship like Raina and Emme Fiyard. Except that Rants is older than His Highness.

"His Highness had an early, insider fiancée. but it was fought down. Princess...... no, Your Highness it is already blocked and the days of crying life"

(Hey Hiro, that's...)

Neville makes a scene in his brain.

That's what happens. Rants knew what happened to his mind after that.

"He was also reluctant for a while when you got along and talked inside, but one day he suddenly took the story."

I think I've figured it out just a little bit.

"From that time on, they abandoned 'the child'.... You're beautiful, aren't you?

I think it's the slightly more subtle expression that hits the exact depiction, though.

I became glossy, I started using women as weapons.

And... what did they decide?

But Rants didn't answer the question.

"Of course, at the time, you were still old enough to be called a girl. His Royal Highness's home and his fiancée's, 'It's just a story that's still inside, earlier'. The royal family and all distinguished people admit it, but it has been decided.... and I still don't have a place for both of you to hang out."

A clean, young love heart. Nevertheless, His Majesty the Queen must have his past, and he must not be there. That's what this man decided.

"A man who has made small decisions about his place," that's what a servant is.

And what kind of handover was there, flowing into the Sinkai workshop.

"When I heard about the Karewala family of Her Majesty the Queen and His Royal Highness the King's eldest son, I was wondering if it would be a good idea to take care of them."

"When the conflict rages... and His Highness the 'Return of Amma' has been a tough personality like His Majesty the previous generations, I can't wait. For that time, you said, 'With a short-term contract that you can quit at any time'"

It can't be an intermediate. Too honest and clumsy a world.

I wonder how many of us nobles have had these men.

How many of these guys can you put under your umbrella?

Such a man, this rant.

I couldn't have told Her Highness the Queen to run away.

Even with more than twenty years in the air, there's no way I'm going to forget this man.

… I use the impact of that rant suddenly appearing.

"Will you write to me?... It's not a bad story for Her Royal Highness, I'm sure you'll be pleased. Because it should be."

I won't make a difference there.

I promise.