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.

A letter came from Akaius, who was travelling to the capital.

From Rossiu's mood to Hezhou Quanzhou's geography and sex to the trends in the commercial capital to the progress (struggling) of finding a captain in the war situation. I used to be in charge of intelligence, and I look closely at it.

Even the same executives were very different from the "eagle fry" that was hitting the captain's search.

As soon as I leaked to the house that the letter had arrived, there was one person who ate it.

Everyone smiles and sighs.

Kids can take it easy.

She was the new samurai, Miss Nao Dazkutsu (age 9).

To the motion of Acaius, besides, it is heartbreaking.

Acaius left, about the day.

Nao, who had rushed over once, did not hesitate, as usual, to offer, "Let me take possession of the usurper".

A soggy methyl in his hand, an array caught in Cuberley's netting (a glimmer of gratitude is hereby expressed for his dedication to our home along with all the contents that became stock at the feast that was held that night).

But going out is a busy thing. It's no different than attending school or boarding a school trip bus. In short, it is very refreshing.

I don't care about that kind of air until I say it's a child.

The fortune before the battle is that they are of the Datsukutsu clan. I could also feel free to retreat from what I seriously believed was my job.

Anyway, Miss Nao, sometimes I think about something.

I heard that kind of thing would be done with turtle methyl, but that moment a small doubt sprung up in my chest as to whether it would be sooo good.

Kohlo, who was stuck with the baked chopsticks, made a noise that was "pounding" and out-of-the-box high. A crack runs through the hole.

"Ah..."

She was getting older too, to the point of knowing that she was on edge.

I hadn't finished my rhetoric to tell him that I was a good "fiend".

But there is Acaius Andrew Sisl, the proud cavalry chief of Karewala. The spear tip was quickly caught and raised high.

"Behold, these gorgeous tattoos! Flashy battle promised!

That's all a man called a specialty has.

You can be sure if you leave everything to me.

(Neville did, too, but his face is cool for tights, right?)

(I didn't know which one was the boss)

"Then I'll go... with due care"

Looking back on the horse and smiling at Nao, the opponent of the moment also leaned down.

It takes time to understand that the smile of evil itself is the best of Acaius.

Later on, I asked, "Conflict" is what complicated prints show... I hear it's a fate to be annoying and confusing.

But I don't care if you hit me or I don't hit you. The letter says Akaius, advancing and retreating the cavalry from southern River State to northern Quanzhou to brush shallow. What is required from Rossiu Chen in the capital of commerce is also unlikely to be a demonstration or a forced reconnaissance, or to be wrong in the spirit around it.

Once again, I scrutinized the letter and just raised my eyes.

The person who came to deliver was posturing correctly.

"I'm afraid I haven't been home in a long time to relax, but I need to talk to you"

I am the chief samurai.

The Back Palace only worked long hours in the back, and you know a lot about uninterrupted living quarters.

I'm pulling back in the first place when I remember the awkwardness of making you wait for this.

"The growing dissatisfaction of the samurai, is beyond my sight. I want to make you feel better."

"Benefits, entitlements, thanks again to your lord... I'm going to take care of it"

I can sit my eyes still.

Older women are strong. I didn't know you raised two boys.

You know how weak young men are, how sloppy they are.

"I am also familiar with the charm of the Yakuza in the backyard and the women in the back"

Are you proud to go away? Because oil is oil in the fire when mixed back with etc.

"That's why I'm letting you in the back"

"Sir, if you think of yourself as a Viscount again, your wife will pick you up from those places, including"

There wasn't enough training to attempt a slightly twisted adult conversation.

You're used to being told that. I've spent twenty years in my career as a girl in the rear palace, and I've had the best years.

"On top of that, I'd like to get around to your high stakes. The samurai who are currently serving behind our house, and the daughters of one party who hope to celebrate their future years. Thinking about that number"

Marital policy (coupling) is always a terrible simulation. Enough to call for controversy throughout the house.

Additionally, in any case, the newly launched Karewala family has a snoring age distribution. The fact that both men around our Lord are often single is also with a lot of "poison".

"Plus here, middle-class aristocratic princesses and upper-class aristocratic sideline ladies keep coming into your house. Do you understand?

I was wondering if I would lose my nice "mouth".

Dissatisfaction, anxiety and frustration are probably on the rise considerably.

Grace and service, patronage to Creentes. It gives candy, so it withstands whips. Even if I scold you to listen without even presenting your "mouth," there is no way it will come together.

"I understood that it was a matter for the chief samurai to ask me for an interview"

Good, he just nods at me.

It is a whole lot to do with your mother.

"Unlike you, Edward, I am not your mother. Nothing more."

"You have flaming hair," she exchanges quite a bit with our head samurai about her niece, Lady Leila. As she learns more about my current situation without a mother, she even appears to be showing strange old age.

"I'm not going to let a lady say that much, even though she's a master."

You can count on me to look after the lady from the Karewala party. I can't believe she's in trouble, huh?

I'm not going to let you tell me, but I have a will for a man. Resistance.

"Next spring, a grandson will be born. After clearly recognizing him as our heir and establishing the authenticity of the Karewala family."

Stand back and evacuate to the separate room with a waiting cry.

The identification of triggers is an essential skill for military personnel.

(You should think a little easier. Even Calewala is quite a house)

I was wondering if the child was sent to the monastery.

Klarth to Edward...... then good. Nuns to Antonio. Are there some children buried in the dark?

I'm just looking at the tragedy of a commoner, and I feel really heavy.

(Whether born to an heir or a common son, there is nothing else to resist in order to live. If you were a soldier nobleman, you'd have seen it scattered, wouldn't you?

(By and large, Neville, the Karewala family is a great nobleman, isn't it? How much is the adopted child?

(Required prerequisite knowledge, but you can't let Vagan tell you... half the yield, that's what this is all about?

The odds of being able to give life to both mother and child are roughly five fifths, which is the rule of thumb of kingdom society, for giving new life. (My parents) Princesses called upstream aristocrats, the survival rate is roughly two-thirds even in the best of environments.

"It's not so easy to be a commoner or anything, and if you're a mistress, you have as much economic power as you can have"... that's what Ariel's been telling me, though.

(Ariel, who ran away from trouble and confined his mistress to a man, say so ~?)

(Shut up, Pink! My homosexuality is to boost the bond of one party...)

Those mistresses are also, or even more so, victims of betrayal or vagrancy.

Ariel, who also appears to be running away, lives and loses his life trying to resist.

The Kingdoms made fun of me, though I meant to.

I really don't care about all this problem.

"From the chief samurai, I have kept your sentence"

They won't let me get away with it.

The sound of highs and highs from the back, meets the heels instead of the name. Marzida has spent most of her time in military uniform since she joined us.

It's a difficult place to treat the Brotherhood Party or the Samurai, but there's no way you can leave without hindrance at all with the executive level, if you take the letter given to you.

"From all the behavioral apprentices (...), I once again asked for hope. I don't mean to be abominable, but sometimes women can't talk about it."

The chief samurai was aware of the escape.

Can I tell you something about Edward, too, this?

"Master Cuberley Kreutz, keep flying around Panmori. Now come and prioritize your work over sex... Economy to geography, industry to the population. I can't let it go any more than I know."

Iron is what strikes, nails are what sting.

Because it takes cold water to shower where I'm relieved.

"Master Nao Datsukutsu seems to have played somewhat quietly. I stopped saying what happened to my children."

(Well, you're just a little grown up, that kid. Paradoxically...... you'll be fine)

Ariel, I don't care if you say so. To avoid the annoyance of thought.

"On top of that. I want you to listen to Marzida."

Lift your eyes out of a letter that showed a noisy hunch.

Black eyes were staring at this one.

"I came to the dowry. Whatever the format. You don't have to be treated like a mistress."

Though I didn't have to wonder what a 13-year-old would say.

Don't let the sharp gaze of seriousness itself take you head-on... but it reminds me that I'm already an adult in this world.

Then there is nothing else that can be persuaded by adult reason.

"No more to your father, His Excellency Baron Yusuf Hekmatial,"

At the time of accepting Marzida's tour (Boomei), Karewala was "holding" Yusuf.

If you put any more shoulders on it, it involves Yusuf's honor. Shooting my brother Tarhel doesn't put Hekmathial together.

Above all, my reputation. Squadron Leader Fushi intervenes in disturbances in other houses with little more than ambition to enter Rikkyo and monopolize the rights... If you are told that you do not want to, it will be a job to be exchanged.

But Marzida was obstinate.

Desperate, you might say.

"Whether my father wins or loses, I have no place. Where is the nobleman who wants Hekmatcheal's daughter?

Yes, girls don't care about their convenience.

I don't have the benefit of marrying Calewara and Hekmatial's daughter, but I'm not going to touch her there.

"You're the only husband I can grab."

If you're an adult confession, you have to take it properly.

If it's a slight fever in a girl, it's limited.

"That's narrow field of view. I can make as many places as I want."

Nothing sticks to marriage. There are any number of avenues to live as some sort of "proprietor". It would be easy for this girl to get knocked into Hekmatcheal's know-how.

I also make minimal backups than I was allowed to travel...... as I can take my money away from Yusuf or Moussa.

"You don't understand your value"

Marzida, who tells you so, is not trying to see herself. He just wants to talk about me.

I don't know anything about this struggle... this is why my young daughter.

"An upstream nobleman from our middle-class nobility is a rock bed, so to speak. Add a blow all over your body and finally take away the shards. You remember him, don't you?

The man at the service, I was looking into the deed. Until then, naturally, we will keep ourselves.

I don't know what you found on me in the process... but I'm tired of even telling you it's a mistake.

"No, you're a rocky, gemstone-packed mine."

"Someone down there is going to beat you to death, huh?

Cut lengths...... or Marzida eyes to be hailed as thin. The claw just ripped up.

That's fine. I never go out with the little cunning of a man who doesn't try to be his opponent anywhere.

"I'll tell you one of these days"

Though I rang my heels high again and showed my back.

Too thin behind it... sorry but very much so, huh?