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.

"Hmm. Tell me."

I unconsciously am covering my cheeks full.

It hurts, that's a natural reaction.

"Head. Which would be better," Lonely Boat Mile Row "or" Lonely Boat Mile Row "?

The Five Ones of Occurrence. Then neither is forbidden.

"Ten Thousand Miles" is bigger, but one mistake makes it exaggerated. Yeah, but.

"Is the opening sentence also on a scale? Then" Thousand Miles "is a little... small and large contrast, can't make a difference, can it? Wouldn't it rather be big to line up and taste like a couple?

The cheeks that glimpse slightly from the foot of the thigh become red. You asked me because I don't know, but I guess I got angry when they said good things. Freshly thrown at me.

The chestnut-colored chisel rests on the booklet at hand. If I paid for it, there was a black muscle like the one I swept... with hair roots. Dirty.

I peeked into that short book. Hey, heh, laughing with my nose.

"That's your head, 'Rain Shock'. No, 'Rain Shock'. So, that's what it says there." Egg Column "has no color. Turn it into a" red column "or a" painting column "and turn it back.... would it subside? There's more to putting up a Kingsguard Squadron Leader with that feeling."

Poetry is something that you combine in logic. That's why the emphasis is on the temperament of rhymes, and you are admonished not to flow to reason. In contrast, words can be filled in with sensory reliance after a relationship has been broken. Spatial awareness, pictorial mind and imagination are questioned.

Edward is also better at words, and there is no such thing as a must feel for water warfare...

Either way, Ariel-like Doya's face at noon in August is just a hot pain.

He used to say, "You can't sing when you make words."

I'm not tone-deaf, but let's keep flying the Aquatic Decree. The voice is loud and the range is narrow.

Good for sinister songs, but not compatible with glossy words.

That roar of pride echoes. A nearby commoner flees frightened.

This is our Karewala party, which is flattered by the elegance of Takemen.

He was walking east with the Wakemen (Royal Palace East Gate) on his back.

There are few events in the palace in August.

There is also a slight looseness in the Kingsguard that hits the guard.

Though I'm not saying otherwise.

I thought I'd take a boat trip.

The East Canal, which runs north-south through Left Kyo, is excavated based on the East River, which flows 45 km northeast of Wangdu.

In other words, it's a straight line to the border of Panmori Township, and a fast ship in the kingdom will allow you to travel in two hours.

No, I'm not talking about having my legs stretched out to Karewala territory for anything.

Excess heat, severe folds, wind and waterfront cooling, even poetry orchestras.

I thought so and asked Philia out, and the veteran ladies blocked me.

"What a bargain for the Duke's Lady?

Now what? Changed from a man, such as a Merle family warrant... waffle hook. Also.

"I'm not going to do an impudent imitation. I hope you and of course all armed samurai will enjoy it together..."

He looks a little shameful. but tightened quickly.

The familiar woman explained the situation to me.

"At the Duchess's behest... don't go too far, tearfully"

That's not good. As for the details to be heard later...... what should be the follow-up to the current exchange.

"Send the Kingsguard musicians and dancers to Yashou. To comfort both Your Highnesses in their boredom."

Don't let the philia close to house arrest go bad.

I'm just gonna go play, put the "flap" ending everywhere for that.

And one kilometer east of the Royal Palace, if you row out to the East Canal, which flows next to the west of the Kingsguard dorm.

"You're going down the East River!

The Kingsguard also makes his voice play for a reason.

Head north to the start of the canal for a full steer and turn the tip.

Fly the sail from there and also benefit the river flow for half an hour.

There are lovely shops on both sides of the East River.

"Only those of you who are off duty will be resented by the lieutenant general!

"Though you are probably young men of such a house. What happens to a man when he doesn't go to a familiar store?"

Veteran soldiers scold me, and I still shine my eyes on expectations.

Fair enough, let's go up to the store somewhere and tighten up a fresh trip when we get cool on the boat.

If you wish to proceed further, please be at your disposal after the dissolution.

I just got off the boat thinking so, and I turned to strange people.

"What are those guys?

It wasn't the artist who was often in the downtown area, either.

I feel a little better, and I don't even feel low on my hips. Prestigious. A nobleman?

I haven't got a sense of unity for the sake of my good self...

A young man wrapped in a skinny long coat, the Irish Harp in his hand (?) singing freshly.

"Eighty years ago, leaving now, there was a commotion at Kakiko. I am the great-grandson of a nobleman banished to the East."

Ariel, let's go, face to face. No resemblance.

This other world where genes do too much work, it's gratifying to be judged by one shot.

"Hiro, when did you make such a big son?

Put a positive fist poke in Edward's mouth instead of thanking him for putting a cover shot to the effect that "it's impossible". Though they took it lightly.

Ariel has his memories rebuffed. Sometimes it may be a mother resemblance. Generation/age discomfort is smaller than me naming my grandson.

There was another young man with a serene face who raised his sad voice.

Tears are exchanged with the bard.

"Oh, my friend. My grandfather also had to flee south."

Being close is beautiful.

But I was at war last year with his descendants and the Karewala family.

Two more, the squid guy slowly starts sounding his torso.

"My father died thoughtlessly in the field of Woodmell because of the fluttering of neighbouring states..."

"My grandfather, who was supposed to support the Great House as the fifth pillar, was caught up in a conspiracy!

... Oh, you just recently heard about that.

In addition to the four pillars, Cubi also has a force of independent (indie) small luxuries. The more you put it together into one, the more the fifth pillar, and hence sometimes you hold a casting boat in a parental (no) dispute?

Anyway, once I held Edward's shoulder, I felt the killer spraying up close to me.

I can't believe I fooled Count Woodmell in front of Acaius. There is also a lot of prohibition.

"Nobles popular with ordinary people, that's the common denominator, isn't it? No enemies, no allies, no lifelong friends."

It is Mr Sisl's lord who will take matters first.

The well-informed Brotherhood head held his anger and went to give him a pass.

"If you're going to name a popular person, Dragon Dot...... you must have Tachibana's Fancy Thing too, right?

Turn it into a laugh somehow, Shimei.

"I guess you're drinking by retracing 'work'. Apparently, we're real descendants."

"Perhaps it's a real style to not be part of a crappy scam."

Where Ethan put it together nicely, the worst...... no, the best remarks popped up depending on what I thought.

"How can you be sure that's a niceties thing? From what I've seen, the family crest is similar."

I don't know if I'm going to take on Karewala's one-party Hate all by myself.

Mikael Chagall, a great gut.

If you answer the question. Karewala's family crest makes sense to "Scarlet Fan".

"Paintbrush and knife on white circle" is a personal mark that shows me.

But the crest of the nickname has a different scarlet dye to the design of the fan that said the number of bones.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Instead, you have to employ a different design.

"I can see the traces of research."

"I'm not just a fraud. But you don't seem to have a decent family name."

Mikael was obstinate, however.

Misunderstood my attitude not to deny it clearly... is that what threw the feed halfway there?

"How was it proven that His Excellency Karewala was the grandson of the poet Ariel? … Shall I trust my servant's words? There are records of Constantia in the Mel family."

The trigger was to meet Peter, a word of farewell that was no different from my grandfather's memory, word for word.

I suspect that the Merle family took the lead there in fabricating evidence and making it up.

As a nobleman, I know what you're trying to say, but because Ariel is raging in his brain.

"Michael, do you know what the poet Ariel looks like? Can you explain the difference between Harp and the good guy there? Make my body a little more mature... thick and put your head on it to shave, that's pretty much it. By the time we first met, yeah, I was so sure this was a relative."

"Me too, you head. It's just a thin face. It comes out to the Avons sometimes."

Though it is difficult to say evidence just by the words of Urahei.

Because nobility is a mutual aid club.

"The upstream aristocrats have a record of family heirlooms. Other letters in the diary, Ariel's appearance everywhere, poems he did but didn't show up in the world, words he exchanged with the Dexter principals... I can find those materials"

Mikael, who was built a "wall" by Ethan, the same collector, was biting his lips.

"My lifetime...... no, now I'm told by the late Ariel (this won't be a lie). So if you tell them, they can be queried in one shot. It should be noted that the Baroness, at the initiative of His Royal Highness the First Son of the King, has been recognized by the Holy See."

Attack... Shortly after you shoot in, your hips stretch. It really creates a gap in the counterattack.

Don't hesitate to let me punch in the counter.

"Whatever happens (...), I suggest you leave an oral note for your offspring, too"