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.

The "Doll House" case.

From the outside, that's just a "mad robbery through resentment".

But if you look at it from Baron Dufour's house, in "The Feud of the Man by the Brotherhood".

I captured the mastermind Eric Gimme alive and handed him over to the Mel family.

And buried in the darkness... here it is.

His father had gathered the sympathy of a Dufour party, but was forced to retire and return to Kyoto.

And now, six years later, it was turning into a shell out.

Slightly gray cheeks, saggy eyelids. All my lips are busy cramping.

"Are you ashamed? Are you an idiot? Do me a favor and lower it."

There is no excuse.

There's nothing to persuade me, because I could see it living in the kingdom.

"His Royal Highness Dufour will support His Royal Highness the King"

On the incision, cloudy eyes were opened. Redness appeared on the eyelids.

I still have reflexes in my spinal cord even though I have not done so, what is palace service is causal.

"I assure you?... you stood between them?... wearing me the favor of bridging my mouth to you?

Happily, fortunately, the man was still a loose shell.

The contents are back.

"Even if I and others don't talk. His Royal Highness's trust in His Highness Dufour was thick due to the fold he had spent on the Far East Road... as His Highness the Marquis had beside him."

"How gracious are you? My lord... no, it is only natural that His Excellency the Baron has obtained successor status. You don't have to imitate him by telling His Majesty to chase down Nils!

Hard shell. Not dead, not rotten.

Gather rumors from the palace and gather insights from the master.

… but it just builds up in the shell.

"I don't like people to chase me down. By and large, Nils, you are still in public office. Come on, Samurai."

"Not a good name for each of you... no, Commander of the Kingsguard Squadron... someone who was an orphan in the Far East!

Though it's just a theory of results. I was burying all this guy's "outside moat".

Man - Wouldn't a woman change? - But because being done with it makes me mean.

"My Marquis, my squire, my Baron. It would be cowardly to flee under the pretext of respectable people. Keep an eye on yourself. A man who even served as director of a core polar east road on the other side of the kingdom took refuge in front of fifty. You think you'll be forgiven? The state always needs good people. Those who can should do their duty."

"Not only status, but even words are borrowed? Not resounding. Light, no empty. It's bullshit about guys who are good at all their schemes and have never done a decent job. Hands-on Connection, swing around but good. It's for the Dufour family at best."

Blood is coming back to my cheeks.

There will also be anger. But the joy of being able to work, can't possibly resonate with the man of Twa.

"Stand between the three of you and swim around. It should be an essential part of the Dufour Marquis now. I've been deprived of that by young monks in other houses. Note that I just throw up a throwaway dialogue. You must owe the Baron. [M] You don't want to call your lord 'my lord' anymore?

Something that awakens the shell out, it's anger.

It is a provocation because it tramples where it should not be stepped in with earthfoot.

"No hips, no heads up.... I don't think you're the parent of loyalist Eric Gimme."

Despicable words.

I'm unconscious, and I dare say it. Which would be lower.

"A man who was still captured and exhorted his men with a loud voice, finally defeated one crack of his vengeance. That heart, you know it better than anyone."

At the time, I didn't understand that heart.

That's why I had no hesitation.

Now I can understand it from the core.

That's why you shouldn't hesitate.

"I have returned this fall with His Excellency the Baron, the late Marcel, your brother. That's right, the ceremonialist, if you stand by your side, the Kingsamurai will have to correct his clothes, and if you are at the guard gate, you will all look away. But the side to support, what's that? If you and I meet each other, you just stray away. Whether to look back or curse, it should be the right place. Exactly as you are now, as Erik did seven years ago."

Don't you want to go back?

You don't think I want to go home?

"Give me that Erik's heart. But I can't tell you from me. That's exactly what I'm talking about."

... if only excuses could be made.

Angry, hateful. I don't mind swinging it off later, so now go away.

"I accept your request, Squadron Leader. Next, one word from a secluded bystander... you will not die in a busy manner."

Blood was returning, going up, and across. So much so that white-eyed redness while fluffy.

That's good. Your work, I'll suck it up through the Dufour family.

... I see you again, Shimei.

"I will not allow you to travel to and from the Flower Capital with that complexion, Commander."

Just in time, I need to ask you something.

"You said you don't trust virgins, Shimei. He can't hold a woman or kill a man."

"Not Lina, but how badly did you kill her? But..."

Tough face, you don't look good. No, I'm sorry, I was the one making you.

Anyway, I'll take the scolding later, so let me tell you first.

"'No one who hasn't killed people,' not the word the Tachibana Party says. I thought it was crazy."

"Yes, the two mean the same thing." You can leave him to himself, he has no other skill than to leave you to himself ". A man who has never packed so many others is not an adult. Not worthy of credit."

I thought I'd say no.

Instead of mouthing it, someone who would or was graceful was waving his fist up.

"But whatever the bloodbath may be, this is the King's capital, and you're the Kingsguard Squadron Leader. Its unpleasant and dismal complexion is unacceptable. Let's change it. If you can't, stop being Squadron Leader and the like. It's about leaving public office and focusing on governing Iwamori. Regional (Nana) luxury suits you"

You can't stop.

I haven't packed it yet.

Fortunately, the next job is carefree......

"Are you laughing? The face you see, the cup of punishment is a reprieve."