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.

Facing Peacock Avenue, the salon's mistress was dressed in a black dress reminiscent of mourning.

"I don't know your name. I thought you were a martial artist, but you're being kind. You're welcome."

I looked at Timur Bentham's face as if he was lying, and it was two and a half hours before I was convinced he was getting to the point. There's no way the conversation is going anywhere when we get in.

"Yeah. I had a relationship with the late Claude Painter."

"Did you already know about the case? That's early."

The Dufour family trail Robert (Marcel's brother) frowned small.

I guess I took Timur's meaty slaughter by hand, or prematurely.

"It's a salon. No matter how much the rumors are, from your friends."

To the forgiveness of her mistress, Robert recreates her little smile.

That's what I'm used to just being from the ceremonialist, but the hound Timur was numbing off.

"The elegant story, Mr. Hiro... is what I would like you to enjoy when you and Baron Karewala, the head of the Kingsguard Squadron, are in the right place."

I'm going to put a strange taste on my mouth. I don't know if there's anything else to say... but if you realize there isn't, there's nothing else to leak a bitter laugh at. That's the guy whose midstream beat-up is an example face that remembers anger, and thanks to that, Timul also stepped out. I want you to thank me.

"The painter can hear me. Claude is not a painter. Critics, no. Appraisers. That one word determines the price of the painting, that's the kind of guy, isn't it?

Still sniffing around every corner, although I don't think this is all ironic and pretty good.

He said he would say too much if he wasn't a painter.

(We're talking about how dumb the hero I ordered is.)

But to the extent of the young monk's rarity, it's also not something that can stop a man from gaining momentum.

"The attitude of Sir Shimei, the sketchbook I saw in the dance studio. That's all I know."

The man who had been in the scene a hundred times for twenty years, making him a man who had come into a show, had absolute confidence in his sense of smell.

Apparently Domina, who had looked down somewhat, also changed her perception. The large thoracic muscle, covered without being covered by a dress, was showing bulk ups. The thick of the voice being spit out.

"Yes, Mr. Claude is a so-called appraiser. As a fairly easy (...) person to talk to, it was well known among us."

A accommodating appraiser, huh? Value high or low depending on the client's wishes.

A business that cannot be exchanged without abandoning respect for painters and painters, though.

The "sacrificial cow" was a painting. I don't know how to be clever, that's a painting.

"Could it have been seven days ago? I haven't asked for an appraisal in a long time and they turned me down. My people convinced me many times not to listen."

The biggest fan to be folded high in sound. Garson, who appeared accordingly, had slightly faint signs. That's where professional patterns should be, but no doubt about it. I'm from all over the mountains.

I get out of my sight by accident. The drawing surface that Philia began to draw, to its peril.

"I gave you pleasure only in refraining from the appraisal you have requested so far in our salon, Madam"

"You just gave it to me, didn't you?... Yes? I didn't clean it up, so I burned it."

A faithful young man (Garson), lying to an unauthorized assassin (Kazatsu) does not lie to her mistress.

Claude agreed with great joy to cut the edge with the salon, no doubt about it.

"Are you suspicious of me, Mr. Timur? You know how rough things are with women... Hiro, right?

Domina wasn't the killer, I was sure of that.

When you get your hands on a rough thing - just blessed with that talent - you are alerted by Master Sophia.

That's why I'm out buying a diplomat, the head of a non-violent agency that can be described as the only exception in the Mel family.

Unlike when I was a teenager, Sofia-sama's status has now been established, and I doubt what needs to be feared.

"I can't believe something horrible happened to my back of my head. That's what they even told me... My people are insensitive"

Taunting gaze at Timur in the wake of my reaction.

How do you know the cause of death? He doesn't intend to allow such pursuit.

"You seem like a thin woman who died more when you had a relationship and didn't even sink into grief?

How white...... no, less decorated black dress. Outreach Maybe you're really sad.

But in any case, it seems to be an intolerable humiliation to Timur to be "provoked by a woman to back off".

"I learned that one of your golden egg-laying chickens could be crushed, but that's my colleague, the Kingsguard. Your wife may not understand, but it's the military, the police, but if they kill you inside..."

If the narrowed eyes were pointed at the glass at our disposal, it would not have been decanting or anything. Domina raised her eyebrows to the trembling Garson's hand, blocking Timur's words in a rudimentary manner.

"I will not commit any foolishness that would put my hands on Mr. Hiro's (...) men. You just have to listen to me."

He is only raising his mouth angle and openly removing his gaze from Timur.

You are not afraid...... the powerful are honest.

Yes. I repeat, Domina is not the killer.

If the Kingsguard guy is confusing you in any way (...), come talk to me.

If we don't follow that procedure, we have to think about getting along.

"You seem to have misunderstandings in the first place. If a chicken laying a golden egg escapes, a canary pops into the cage that zeroes Ruby's tears... even though that's the world"

"You say painting wrinkles, a peer aimed at appraiser status?

"I won't say that much. Such things (...) are not guided."

Use Mel's face without hesitation to kill and that of a non-violent diplomat.

It's sloppy to say, but it's bad in nature because it's also attractive there.

"My men have expressed their disrespect. 'There's no way I'm as obsessed with one as I'd like to kill you because there's as many of them instead'... should I interpret it that way?

The sudden loud voice, it was also just Abel's unexpected and everyone looked out.

Captain Inspector Vigilante is a member of the Guard Squad Captain, in fact.

He seems to be aware of Bill van Dahlzen, the bandage teacher in attendance.

The difference between an ambassador captain and a knife teacher, or a field infiltrator, is that they are in pretty much the same position.

"I don't have an arm to put up a line as a painting, so I go around back. I mean, I guess Lady Domina's not even as obsessed as she is."

The Ville van Dahlzen boy also desperately looks over there on the unfamiliar stage.

To do this, ironically, coldly... though I don't know.

How can a boy be so cruel with a human being who has never broken a heel?

(The way you say it is tight, Hiro. I agree with you as a painter. His assessment is correct. I can't give up)

(I was frustrated because I didn't have a big arm. Still, I couldn't give up and cling. The living tract found is descended from the royal family, how educated you are... put up a sign, drool the lecture and value it, calf)

A sticky voice in my head, I wanted to shake it off.

Even if you know that your arms are inherently harsh for those who were talented... no, those who have them, those who put up active duty.

What's wrong with that, I wonder if it's splendid... I squeal and poke at the fact that Claude as an appraiser is not very praiseworthy.

"According to Sir Shimei, 'I have moves'. According to Princess Isabelle, we also heard she was a seller?

Evidence over theory, facts over facts. Better than not even hearsay.

(Same as me. What? With bruised paintings, I pursue only customer acceptance and selling lines... I guess there was something else I wanted to draw. That's why I don't have a heart for painting. Me, see, and my parents. Now that life itself doesn't exist, I can split it it between pennies and draw as much as I like later)

Artisticity, nobility… a painting that is aware of "what" that seeker so calls it.

Set something "themed" and lay the little things along it breathlessly.

There was a smelly finish somewhere because I couldn't afford the mind to pull it off and balance it out, but I know all about it. Whatever you accomplish, it makes your eyes run bloody over that fact.

The last face I saw, if I recall.

"You painted me to the point where you wouldn't even call me the worst."

Not bad, I like it...... if you think so, because if you want to say so, it's best to poison him.

"He must have been a man of some luck or edge."

Naturally, Timur has investigated the way Claude came.

Were you without arms or were you not blessed with opportunities?

You should be walking towards your goal, but the road keeps slipping away.

"There won't be that many paintings, such as the one that makes you director of Kingsguard and has ties to Lady Domina's salon"

The meaning of that edge is the problem, but Robert Dufour doesn't realize it.

How aristocratic eagle fried, or excellent and dull dumb.

Yes, that day when an order suddenly came in from that nobleman, however dumb he was.

Claude must have been reflexively aware of the "reception". What do I draw to take, leading to my next order?

If the aristocrats had asked me, I should have let that eagle fry, big mess, and blunt be good, with my own ingenuity, for sarcasm and irony. Claimed on the finished painting, he said, "As ordered, right? I can't say." It's "art," including its wits. Ask for "what"... if, to put it badly, the painting style stopped high, then yes, it must be.

Forgotten mindset, critical spirit, "sacrificial cow". The young monk in front of me pointed out the opposite from the rising nobility of the burning blade. Don't be crying, laugh desperately.

"I also saved money for an appraisal job. I realized I could draw something I didn't think I could draw anymore. It's not too late, paint your own picture... and say Golden Wheel refuses to do the job you don't want to do"

Timur was nodding deeply.

I don't like him. What does it have to do with the investigation, such as the victim's psyche?

"But then there were those in need. Then again, the people you call enthusiasts... No. Would you like to see the killer among the people, Lady Domina? mouth seal on that or this related to the painting appraisal"

"The sacrificial cow". It was spoken through me that breathed heat into Mr. Claude and brought ruin... was a word of Count Tachibana, it seems.

I want to hear Mr. Osam's story. Because anything on the subject is fine. You should be back in King's Capital by the end of the year.

"You're a very unlikely life (style) for me. I'm envious and angry, and I want to strangle you. Can't help but suspect."

"That's so much more intense hatred than beating him to death. But I can assure you this, personal hatred cannot be read from the scene. Hence Lady Domina, you seem to be out of the suspect. Unfortunately."

Only one unfortunate thing, it didn't sound like a joke.

It is implicated in this one by Timur Bentham.