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.

When Shimei and Isabel were sent, they proceeded to pawn in the royal neighbourhood.

There was something awkward in the twilight.

The round silhouette looks familiar.

Was it four years ago that Shimei went into arbitration after rubbing with an elongated figure?

"Everyone's asleep!

In a nutshell, the two of them who were rubbing backed off lightly.

This is again the same as it was four years ago.

"This came to a good place. The unsuccessful jizz."

"Rude!... a frigid young man was watching this mansion, so I asked him, and he escaped. As soon as this sloppy fat man picked me up where I was fighting the seizure."

Apparently, there is only one suspicious person. The frigid young man at the time, he's really nasty. Mr. Fat Man snorted that it would be okay if it didn't fit. Something stretched out on the unsuccessful Mr. Jijii or lifting his swollen cheeks.

"This jizzy was wandering around your mansion, too!... in front of His Excellency the Commander of the Kingsguard Squadron! Make it magical!

Obviously, he wanted to say it once.

If Akaius was here, he'd be beaten. To make sure...... and turn around. A voice beating flew in.

"Excuse me! I am a former Kingsguard, affiliated with Arakayama Sekikan!

He showed me a gatch bee salute.

If that's the case, talk fast, if you nod instead of telling him not to continue.

"When I went to Tokyo, I heard the fate of my former superior, His Highness Hasan, and I need to say hello..."

It was clouding the end of the story.

I set my foot on nostalgia. I want to see your face...... there are no lies. Subordinates and superiors, that's what it is.

But I was wondering if I could interrupt if I could actually come nearby.

Kingsguard named O O Guan (or castle, fence) to whom he belongs. There is no doubt in the locally recruited hierarchy of family names.

He helped to maintain a local military base and was appointed captain of ten young men, a symbol and a hundred of local celebrities, to a magnificent age. Kingsguard on retirement...... a man allowed to name a Kingsguard affiliate.

Old age is in the clan and proud of Tane, in your neighborhood and dashi to preach evil kids.

A famous man like that who can't be beaten locally, but in front of His Highness's mansion, he's just an old man.

If this was a former borough, how good would it have been?

Instead, the person who was intimately yelled at was once again reminded that he was your "highness" living in a brand new mansion......

But the old man had a proud smile.

That fact, which is now rejected by the high wall, seems to be such a mood when it proves that the person who once exchanged words was you was not false in the glory of his active life.

"Was your gentleman at His Highness's side? I am relieved to see you being protected by the faithful and enjoying a healthy victory. On top of that, I didn't expect to see you, Squadron Leader... let's talk about souvenirs according to colleagues under the fountain."

This is the only thing that doesn't pick me up.

Just say it. I can't even listen to this one, how old is this again.

But the old smell of the salute I gave here again, the stiffness of the flattened back.

I was reminded that this grandfather is still a soldier.

"Showing your back by failing to report to your superior officer, you won't listen."

Blue muscles stood on my forehead looking back.

All as expected, too typical a reaction. There is a voice of spinal reflexes this way.

"Follow me! Associate Baron?"

"Let's admit to enlistment (...) as the squadron leader's conscript"

Mr. Kechlan apparently fixed his mood, too, being upgraded from a sloppy man to a gentleman.

If I encouraged him with my eyes as Nori went, the young man could apparently get on too.

"That. I… am the one who hits the remote edge of His Highness"

The faded fracture did stain His Highness Hasan's personal imprint.

If you ask me, the sister of His Highness Hasan is your great-grandson.

My sister, Hihiba Asama, a young man who was married to a famous tribe in the capital, died early.

The person who made his daughter, His Highness Hasan's niece, the great-grandmother of the young man, said that he married happily and had four sons and daughters, but he still died young.

The man, the young man's great uncle, was healthy, but died in battle. Around here, the news of His Highness Hasan among the clans seemed so obscure.

Still, the grandmother of the man/young man who met the three women had received the fabric that His Royal Highness had given you to her sister. It depends on that piece of it that was cut apart and passed on to the offspring is now in the hands of the young man.

Oh, it's so dull... don't you think?

Unless you seem to shine your eyes on this stream, nobility and so on will not be served.

Whatever.

Longevity should be inherited. I don't know about academic things, but in a rule of thumb.

But in this world, a woman's birth and a man's war take hard forecasts.

"There are those in the clan who have worked wrongfully, and who have defaulted on taxes."

Discrete, even attacked by a situation to be called.

The relatives I can get in touch with now are that my cousins are with them. I'm busy with my wife too.

"I am a departure agency for the Palace Ministry in Sashua, and I have been blessed with fewer records than I did in the spring."

Intuitive to the official seal presented.

I recommended to His Royal Highness Aslan that it be a royal remedy for descendants.

Once we get moving, it's the Twa bureaucracy that doesn't have any gaps in the omission.

There is no falsehood in the identity of the young man.

"Well, if it's grand, thank you."

Ex-Kingsguard raises his voice.

Army man up and far away, just layers of yakuza. Up to Arisa, which echoes around the neighborhood.

"But were you also Sashua? Sashua's not here? Where are the rumors about Your Highness?

Young people just getting smaller. I can't even tell you.

There is only one purpose, such as for officials to go to Tokyo at the end of the year and visit relatives. Because it's a hunting activity.

I don't know if he's alive or anything, and I don't even want to know.

A stranger who took care of my job told me about your fate.

Shame on you, the joy is too great for a decaying clan.

If an official comes out of the clan... it's a modern day, I can get you a convenience. One of them can also get a job.

I was stuck with my cousin's fiancée, wondering if I could go any further. If you think of their position as unblessed relatives and narrow-shouldered. Little handouts, no need to rely on pulls.

But at the harshest time of the day he did not appear, and what did His Highness think of the relatives that appeared?

Because I can imagine, young people are getting smaller too.

(Still, Hiro. The fact that there are no descendants for the aristocracy)

(Right, Neville. When I wake up in the middle of the night, I feel the pain of being torn to my soul)

(Loneliness is a poison to old people. Innocence invites you to a rally)

"... let's allow the interview. In some cases, I'll knock it out."

Because you can't daunt an old man.

The seemingly well-informed young man lay silent on his face.

Luckily, they caught you at the time of your wake.

The footsteps of His Highness Hasan, a room warm and tidy with the attention of Bunois, which appeared, were as solid as ever.

"Ariel?

I didn't think so.

Winter in summer, changing seasons. It's a tough fold for an old man?

(It's okay. I don't seem to see me)

"What is it, Karewala? What happens to the example!

This is what the lid says. It was just useless to worry about, but anyway.

Was it about summer, His Highness Hasan said selfishly.

"I want to see the ocean," he said.

"Yashi Ariel took me out on a boat trip to Lake Hachi. Now the promise to take you to the sea, it's gone unfulfilled."

And the oath shall be fulfilled in the offspring.

I don't mind about that, but it's natural... honestly, it's impotent. No matter how good a season you choose.

So, not that it's a substitute.

"We are receiving news today from deep down in the mountains, Your Highness"

Sashua is on the northern edge, Arakayama Sekikan.

It was once a major impulse called the Wang du Sanguan, alongside the Mer border at the eastern end of Sashua, and the guard post in the mountains of Isel province.

But until the border of the kingdom wants to stretch to the north of Ezzio - no, not even at the time of His Highness Hassan's active service - it is already far from the border, and the seat of Sansho was replaced by Heavy Slope Gate, just steep.

Even then, the person in charge treated me to a better degree than the platinum fence lieutenant I flew my men to.

This is the end of the royal cold treatment policy, by His Majesty the previous generations, who grabbed the throne after a dispute over bone meat.

But is it a good memory now, because your heart is the same whether it is an affair or an affair, and you have forgotten a lot about it? His Highness Hasan's eyes are filled with glow of joy.

"That was... Wait, wait, I remember! It's something with a thick neck, so I always kept my collar open!

When did the old Kingsguard finish dressing in the military uniform that seemed to have been lurked in his luggage?

"Yes, Your Highness. It was strictly 'educated'."

The Kingsguard coming from the center. The platoon captain has lost his temper.

The local prowess licks its appearance without morals, and the abolition of morale just covers their eyes.

There was a noble man who really tried to get that routine right.

"Something about that tight look!

Correct the collar. Fasten the button. Polish the shoes.

The lid says, "Is that the Kingsguard who carries His Majesty's Kingsguard! Show me the attitude you deserve."

"Remember, Your Highness? Heavy snow sixty years ago"

One or seventy halves, to the other, ninety halves.

Long lived men talk about decades as a day, a sight they often see.

I can't seem to follow this feeling.

"His Royal Highness was transferred in three years, but the fort you drew the line on. It took me forty years to finally complete it."

Land patterns that cannot be described as abundant, nevertheless the locals save a little money and proceed with the construction.

The drawing, which was given as having managed to make it to the pause, was drawn for the information desk.

"We had a lot of snow last year and it was difficult locally, though. Thanks to the stockpile warehouse, and the two rounds we used for shelter, we had no big deal. All the residents at the foot are looking at it. I may have heard rumors about Your Highness this year, but it may also be that you have some connection."

"I'm not doing anything big!

It's not false in your consciousness, it should be.

I just don't like sloppy/miserable.

Though I must have been hoping for all that, trying to renovate the fort splendidly, too.

Still, it's only through words and deeds that I can move the people around me.

He came with a nostalgic view of the mountains of drawings spread out in front of the euthanasia chair.

Apparently, you're in a bad mood, so I just checked.

"One more thing... with your sister-in-law, your great-grandson"

Open your mouth and seriously look at the young man.

I thought I was staring at you, keeping an eye on your nagging forehead.

Cheeks on eyelids that eventually turn red.

"He got his place in the Minor Records of the Palace Ministry."

swell its cheeks puffy and turn away.

"What are you bluffing about at the end of this age while it's in the king's capital! If you're a government official, why don't you run around and encourage your face to connect!

You're not the one who can do that.

(Don't make me feel awkward, huh? You wanted to see me before I was born)

"I'm here because of you, but I just have to give you a dime. Something... right. Journal."

More than mindful, memories written for almost a century.

Nobody said anything about it, but it was something I could give you. That's what everyone around me believed.

Because noble diaries must be entrusted, inherited, and utilized.

In the Miyagi Minor Records, even if records are entrusted, they cannot be utilized.

In the end, you have to tell me what's in it.

If only the possession of the diary itself could be attributed to the young.

I can make you a strong, clean lord, this is the best you can say.

Because even that made my face bright red and they were finally talking about it.

"It's an international newsletter, but I'll get my hands on it at the beginning of the year. We'll have some good news by next fall."

I made a deal instead of taking you to the sea.

"It's late! They're gonna pick me up!

That's why you avoid going through earlier, only for people like that.

Your Highness's mansion had some business to attend to, though.

I also had enough room to hang out with the old man for a walk.

"You're honest with younger people. The spreading future and the shame of tightening your chest, getting smaller on the slabs. It's not the same old ugly thing that keeps you in a vanity because of the quality of your worries."

Because it is intolerable to proceed to pawns in silence, to the chills of the night.

The former Kingsguard was turning his tongue against the old soldiers of the Karewala family who were going next door.

"My grandson, who did well, died. Since then, I have been turned around instead. I can't stand the defilement of a kinship council." I'll take care of the people I know in the capital, "he jumped out."

Even if it doesn't extend to His Highness Hasan after ninety years, I was wondering if there are any local 70-year-old men.

I've met so many people that I stopped raising stupid questions.

"At least before we split into mountains. After seeing the King's capital, which His Highness had always spoken of,

Waiting for Xianmen. The Royal Palace is built on the eastern edge, near the Yakan and Kingsguard.

Invite the young successor of the kingdom, the old sage, from here, and that is the origin of the name.

East is also, turn blue and spring. Together, To-hyuen Gate is also a symbol of Kingsguard.

"His Royal Highness asked for your life, and as soon as I did, I lost my mind."

"Naturally. The lifeless prominence of the superior officer is unacceptable. There are many men who can't even protect it and it's difficult."

The faces of the Kingsguard, who seem incredibly quiet, are all young in retrospect.

It is also an all-you-can-yourself public service that I have acquired without having to be told about autonomy.

disciplinism of His Highness Hasan, there are many places to apprentice.

Together, it's the Wakemen.

The shadow of darkness is of no interest at all.

That's what I'm used to seeing in the Kingsguard every morning.

But think of it, the first festival. When I stepped on the trot before this, I remembered Daw Young.

An old man who looks up at the gate and salutes as such a young man longs.

Looks like a well-eyed sentry noticed. He's posturing correctly and giving thanks back.

This is also what Kingsguard looks like again.

One figure also shines his eyes on the art of the Norms.

Learn the Iroja of the political situation and stick your arms around the smelly ones.

This is all the scenery of Kingsguard, dyeing its hands to Zhu on the battlefield again.

I'm responsible for what I'm told.

"Do you want to leave? In His Highness's mansion."

An old man loosened his salute in the dark and looked back honestly.