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.

"Hey! I have to take the paperwork to the 'back'!

A voice echoes in the lair.

If the shipping address is the bureau, you just have to "ask" your co-worker.

The "back" of the palace, its.

The ladies and gentlemen are waiting.

A safe house with well-worked and well-played wind currents entering and leaving.

"Hi Yolo Con Day!" I thought my hand would come up.

Doesn't seem like a good idea.

Because it is the Holy Harlem in the first place, the admission permit area and admission qualifications are limited.

Bring it to me.

"To Atekshi's bureau (office building), the sixth place (...) the keeper? Well! I have trouble (...) doing that (...). Even if you don't bother to deliver it, be sure to ask something here (...). From next time (...) Thank you for sharing."

"Oh dear (...) be a valued customer? Was it your grandfather? Before my Lord came the head valve (Rossiu). If your opponent is in fourth place (…), it's a heart-breaking response."

That can be such a mess.

So I said, "Unless it's urgent, who's in that station and who's in this station?"

And, well. It's a rough one.

"Please make it clear which station you're in."

and a natural voice from the junior collector.

"No, right after the regular transfer, there would have been personnel in and out, wouldn't there?... Anyway, it's your station."

It is the entrance to the posterior palace (back).

I don't need to be extra concerned because I'm not a pure clerk or a sacred concubine.

What, I thought it might be the easiest station.

"I don't know... 'cause the ladies who work at the stations all over are stopping by to chat"

"Yes, yes. I have a tight inventory. Do it. I don't have the taste for clothes. It's awkward to return a song."

and in a line of cloudy faces.

If you get mixed up hanging easy-going tulas.

"This, my lord Karewala, are you at ease?

"Oh, you've been a shallow friend. Then please."

Skip the job, escape responsibility, and take credit for it.

Now it is they who are the deadbeat men/collectors.

And the bureau of the visiting Tachibana Normal Samurai Sama was unusual and quiet.

No, just less signs of people? Rather, there are signs of argument.

This is good.

Familiar face...... to your lady lady, "Sounds like you're taking it in. This is the paperwork from the vault. Please go to Normal Samurai" or something. I managed to tell him quickly and he flipped his back.

"Even if you don't treat those who are not shallow enough to return, you will be scolded."

The rigidity of the preacher (monk) has captured his sleeve.

"Normal Samurai! My lord Karewala is coming over from the lair!

It was mainly there that returned the voice of the man, who also nodded to hear it.

"Oh, Hiro, is that you? Just fine, come on in!

It is Count Tachibana. The argument seems to have been a parent-child fight.

Well, if it's a visit from your parents, well.

Before the conversation begins instead of fighting, the women who came to you (skipping) will also leave.

If you'll excuse me.

Still, Rayna, the day after yesterday, she kept herself beyond a few books.

Still, you're a mess... hey.

The paper there, the sentence from the man! Rayna, if you're my opponent, you're desperate to squeeze your head and make a song!

Poor thing to expose you!

I can blame His Excellency the Count for gently turning away.

"Do you care? No, there's something about no one being untrained. Once..."

I wasn't allowed to say "once" or anything about it.

A few books shake.

"I'm not saying anything stupid! You know, Hiro, I wouldn't go that far because I suck at cleaning up! That's what I was showing my father!

"That's the thing. Well, take a look."

So come on!

He said he'd turn his love sentence to his parents and ex-boyfriend and read it... you ghosts!

I'll see.

That is the order of His Excellency Count Tachibana, the noble head of the kingdom, the "Friend of the King", and the female official Tachibana Noritama, the high peak and "Seven Engles in the Back". It's the only way.

The finest thin, with flowers woven into the watermark.

Described everywhere in the flamboyant land are letters of dancing but fine hands.

An elaborate song.

A man who does this kind of thing can only come up with about two.

One is Cimey de Oranje. When you're kidding me.

The other one... he's going to take it very seriously.

"You seem to have an idea who it is. Yes, the problem is the purpose. Oops, 'cause I'm not asking for a statement like' too mundane to brighten up a secret love heart 'or anything like that, am I?

"That's right, Father, you know very well the dizzying heart of the Bachelor... Hiro, 'Your passion for Normal Samurai must have shown you so much emptiness' nothing! You're kidding, I won't forgive you, okay?

They blocked my escape route.

But come on...... to be very honest.

"Say it because it's good!

Heck. I'll tell you what. Clearly.

"Acts of sale"

The Count erupts and the Normal Samurai gets angry.

"You've got a few more things to say! Then something!? Am I a visiting beast? Are you kidding me, man?

"It's not something to yell at. This is bad for Lina. No, I see. If you cover it up with a word, this is the act of 'selling' itself."

The number of "you can dictate" female officers is limited...... no, that's quite a lot.

But in terms of position and power. Raina, the last samurai, is second in the back.

And the prosperous first hand/head samurai, according to the mouthless woman official, "where..." or "I don't know love" or "no..." or "lack of passion"? Because you seem so far removed from love that they say so.

If you want to talk about it in the wind, it's best to make a rumor with Raina.

"They're spouting me all over the place. That's why I'm so stylish, but if you put your sentence out on a hectic woman, it's gonna be a hassle! No, it's already on fire everywhere!

He bragged about it, but that's anyway.

"Mostly even when I hear rumors in the 'Table', everything is at this rate. He's moving too much! The more competent they are, the bigger the waves they can stand. What if something happens!... How much did His Majesty smile at you? Why did you agree to the promotion? You're about to flatter me!

It is a resumption of parent-child fighting.

The most important thing in singing is a direct heart (right around the corner)... because it's an honest heart.

Parents and children of Tachibana, who are famous for their path, will not be able to fix it even if I am present.

(Because it's not heavy enough to have to be fixed, is it?

Yeah, let's shut up, Pink.

"It was a sight, a sight, of the treasurers in haste. In rarity, His Majesty smiled unexpectedly, even without the sunshine of his eyebrows on a daily basis. That fact is heavier than anything."

Although I forgot the rush then and my cheeks have unwittingly loosened this one.

"Did you forget, Lina? We Tachibana are not only Friends of the Kingdom, but Friends of the King. It is the king's heart, not the national government, to watch."

This parent and child are afraid because they throw in a heavy blow as soon as they are alarmed.

"Only if you think of the king's heart. In order to lighten that burden, I softly admire the errors of national politics. That's for the king's friend Tachibana, isn't it?

I see. When we make sense together, we just put on arms.

Parents and children turned this way, as if they had anticipated.

Uh, that.

"As a clerk, valuable talent, promotion was a matter of time, I think."

Say it, it raises questions.

But why at that time? It would be nice to promote him on a regular basis.

Raina's words catch on, too. I was wondering why I bothered to make the waves stand before pulling them up.

I got eyes on the Count. but missed.

He turned his head across a few books and was yelling.

"What do you know about half-service! Not if you're still the king's friend!

Around your age, Count Tachibana also welcomed forty.

Except for the three royal giants, although they are overwhelmingly "young" among the cabinet members.

"Then I'm going to meet the next king! Escort, Hiro!

There are no other words for further young people to return.