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.

Mr. Claude's paintings, hung on the Kingsguard wall, were greeted with bitter laughter and surrounded by the poison that was scattered. It is a testament to good feelings.

"If I could metaphor this into a sentence, I'd be 'casually speechless'."

Even though it is worth listening to the words of justice based on honest motives and their contents, I see the concern of the proposed abolition because of the difficulty in the way in which the debate was taken…. It's a common story if you're an official.

Shimei de Oranje explained it to me.

"In the words of your brain muscles," I don't know if I can get my mind full. "

It would be a word for a promising boy, or a healthy beginner, physically and mentally.

Although it is not an argument to be directed at professionals who have reached the realm known as veterans.

If you ask me, the painting on the side wall looks amateur somewhere.

"What I just don't get is the sketchbook I was shown the other day. That's 'only movable'...... what? Don't know? I'm just skilled and I can't see the author's thoughts. I don't feel that way. So it doesn't resonate with my heart. Didn't you think?

I'm talking fast and full of shit. I don't try to take my eyes off the painting.

As I inquired, Shimei was not waiting for a response.

"Ten days or so, I wonder what's going to finish the whole opposite fun. There must have been some turning point, but to not collect and arrange the pieces to explore"

I'm sorry to intrigue you, but I'm not willing to leave authentic research to Tachibana alone.

What is required is inspiration for impressionism. I don't mind using incense if anything, so I'd like to ask for an introduction.

"I don't understand this person. Guess who? What's the meaning of the scale?

A man with a balance in his hand, no collapse in his stature.

I thought Ethan Dexter was a tax collector who reminded me of him, even if it wasn't him.

"The book next door is Mikael Chagall... you mean a person image that reminds me, don't you mind?

Nodding slightly.

He still doesn't expect my response or anything.

"Most of all, I care about the altar sprinkler. Don't you look like Uncle Osam? Look, just look at what you call a distant mountain."

Sprinkling man with a sickle up. Unlike the scale, which is capable of diverse interpretations, there is only one allegory to it. Death.

It is Count Tachibana who is trying to deceive Kalewara and drive him to death... a point of view I never thought I would, but what that suggests is heavy. Some portrayals are so faithful to the theme "Think of death right next door".

But I'm not in a position to affirm the imagination of being rejected by the young warlords who want to push up the next king.

Then it is good to deny it with all your strength, but then it is handicapped.

"The trouble is, all the nobles come with a sprinkler. Shimei, it looks like you, and everything looks like Nils Dufour, the returning ceremonial lord, or the Nils Dufour I kicked out."

If the kingdom nobility is not a sprinkling man, then with a strict bureaucrat, or "a man without a breakdown in his identity".

I mean, it's convenient to be able to apply it (or both) to either the sickle man or the balance man, whoever it is, the original difficulty.

"Are they having a bad relationship with you? It's not a good twist, then. Exactly 'Not Sprinkled'"

"Don't ask the author if..."

"It's even ugly through the wild. You'll see. If only this painting had power."

He was holding his face up and reaching for tea with the hand he had done to his throat. Definitely, I'm tired of it. He originally visited my room to crush it.

Did you drink it up and feel thirsty? Yearly gods and plague gods still swallow today, even though you left the occult word behind.

I don't have a good temperament and procedure.

"Excuse me!

The sounding voice is still worse than mine, no, I can't say that. Rushing out was a second year (sophomore) boy.

I don't think so. Because direct visits to the Squadron Leader's room are more than platoon leaders, that is, "buddies" and "friends".

Though scolded, not long ago, I was wondering if tension was unavoidable shortly after the Twa system was ordered to go around unfamiliar. This is where the Squadron Leader opened the door immediately.

It was the stern face that stuck out all the time.

A small Abel turned up, trying to hide in that disappointing body.

Captain Bentham asked me to connect you to the Squadron Commander.

Timur... No, Abel, you too. Now that we made fun of each other, the perception was somewhat lacking in rigour.

"I will report to you. General Kingsguard M. Claude was murdered at his home. Cause of death is slaughter, blunt force blow to the back of the head."

He missed his face in disgrace and couldn't help but look at the painting on the wall.

The dressed woman's swinging stick just raised her eyelids and sucked into the painter's back of her head.

"I caught sight of the person who should listen to the situation as a reference..."

Instead of a squadron leader, he has the authority to operate without even the permission of his immediate supervisor/platoon leader. Running around to be stopped. That should be the Probation Agency, or the Bentham One Party, the fluent.

"Abel's not enough, is he the one who needs my mediation"

I wondered why I was so calm, and the suspicions that sprouted up disappeared when I knew and saw Timur on my face.

I guess I had a hunch somewhere that this would happen, both of us.

Claude laughs back in his ear. He looked up to heaven and even wept that it was not strange.

Wasn't that the way Marco Grimm showed Hume, the way I showed Filia?

Being openly poked at the "wall" I was feeling a lie, I can't laugh at my little self, and still I'm forced to mock it and keep my heart and swear to resume.

"This is the Mel project. No, I'm just listening."

Eyes on the painting again. For the lady in the outfit.

The painter, the man who also occupied the seat at the center of the Wangdu Painting Platform...... and there is an interaction.

And if you don't ask me to mediate, it's hard to talk to people like that.

"It's a good opportunity, as well as to call on Ville van Daelzen to head the Dufour platoon. Don't forget Arnold Valmel either. I'm going to need you as an attendant."

Together, they get tangled up.

As for Claude, let it be.