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.

Queen Wang was a discerning speaker.

"I hear you are committed to the descension of His Highness Ciara, but do you know why you are unhappy?

Because they say straight words to me, except in isolation, after paying for people.

"You know the royal lady will be looked after by the Ministry of the Interior, but you can have a grandmother watching from the outside, right?

The Back House, a political force that doesn't look like a man. He really understood the story as he showed me the tip of Yuen, so to speak.

But if that happens, you can't even just lose, the promise of kingdom aristocracy.

"I don't know anyone who is as heart-shattering as Yakan for his consideration of the royal family. I'll be sure to tell you."

Young man, your "pushback" is a request to His Royal Highness Aslan, Karewala will take care of this... are you sure you want to regain it as such?

"I'm not exaggerating. The White House is here to talk to you. No, I'm just listening to your stupidity."

... one stomach ache, huh?

There is no need to "rub" against Her Majesty the Queen Wang or His Highness Aslan, if you think about it. If you are a relative of all the leading successors and are respected for your elderhood and "next" whoever you are, don't put your shoulders in your heels.

Apparently, this is a big mess, what's so different from the duke of my nephew I stumbled on.

"Please don't get so hard. Here's what I'm asking you to do."

Know by a sadly hissed frown. He said there was certainly only one difference.

I don't even have the power now to make the former queen and her cousin, the Duke of Asher, his house, and to knock out a disrespectful young monk of the Viscount.

(Woman, Hiro. You'll never forget to flush him out then, will you?

(The same goes for the political world. Where this one's weak, it gets steamed back, "That's when...")

"I feel a strange connection with the Squadron Commander. Mr. Hiro (...) must have been entrusted by Master Constantia with the land of memories, Panmori? I'm the" grandmother "of the White House, and I've been entrusted with that role."

Apparently this is the "man doesn't see it" backyard politics, its power mechanism.

Return the ura, even to the Queen Wang, even if the subordinate also moves the young creation in the political mechanics (Rikutsu) of the "table" - the decree of discipline, the decree circular - can be moved. We need to be careful. I have to take my body "by personal trust, I leave it to the gentleman".

If you make a difference in that muscle, you eat a strong backlash from a man society that is not Emile but is "on the table". And it's the... my parents' men, not me.

A spring evening when I found out there was something more unplugged than I thought, on my way home pushed back by the wind. As I left the palace, my senses resembled dizziness awakened.

But anyway, if the morning fortune is successfully over and the celebration of His Royal Highness Wang Changzi and his wife is unveiled, that will be another impetus. Accompanying events occur.

of celebrations brought in by religious circles, for example... prayer. Mass is one of them. Hitting the meeting is regardless of the squadron leader of the Kingsguard.

"The dissatisfaction of His Highness Ciara, was that to that extent?

Women are strong enough to grow older. It stops moving into things. Whether you're a priest or not. As the head of the Women's Monastery, the voice of the kingdom's conscience, Cardinal Visconti, was ridden with a colour of fright.

According to a message from Her Majesty the Queen Wang, the trigger was a letter.

From the Deputy Commander of the Knights of the Diocese of Londia, His Highness Ciara.

Note, as a premise.

Her Royal Highness Ciara's mother, you were a woman with no back shield, especially when it came to this. The mother died early, too, and the few remaining relatives were the deputy commanders in the conversation... I held her back as a knowledge, but it was a detour that made an error in weighing its meaning.

Anyway, in its Diocese of Rondia, the former Cardinal died suddenly as a result of the attack by Elquille Sosur. There is the circumstance that the current Cardinal Piutsky was only replaced by his head.

"The letter stated that he had fallen under the authority of the former Cardinal (...) about the evil plot of our Calewala family (...)." You don't look so bad, but the man doesn't know what he's doing behind it. "... Her Highness Ciara said so, from Her Majesty the Queen Wang."

I can't even trust the deputy commander. "I want you to be the back shield on behalf of the former Cardinal in order to aspire to the Commander of the Regiment, I'd like to ask for a donation," all that intent seems clear.

And from under Visconti, every time you get acquainted.

"The sisters around you are looking hard at your own hands."

Then I thought it would be male disgust, and it turns out that at least one of them had an exception.

"Under the former Cardinal, I know there is something to be said from the secular, but he was the one who lived in a strong faith. Widely known as a leader in doctrinal research, I also told my predecessor's name about his shameless activities."

Nodding potatoes, the heaviness of your face, the more reminiscent it is of a snail.

Who makes you say that under Piutsky...?

"His Royal Highness Ciara has also been loved reading the book under the former Cardinal. So much so that they offered to host a memorial mass at the Women's Monastery (which is almost synonymous with" Mochi "in the Kingdom)."

Though it just seemed arrogant stubborn to me.

I really don't know if people - no, a people-to-people relationship.

"The deputy commander is quite a figure, too. Rondia's sword (not" shield ") corresponds to the underlying military temperament."

That's, well, the Knights who produced Augusto Hara to burn members of the disciplined. When Calvin is a sophisticated, no-principled, and originally "serious" knighthood enough to live safely there, it's decided.

"This would be a test given to him. Bite the happiness that was able to focus on faith and missionary strategies (missions) and prepare the environment for the brethren that will follow. It's an essential part of being an executive of the Knights of the Diocese."

"Your Highness Ciara would also like to understand. Faith life, joy and support, it's not even a disgusting story."

The ghosts who are my friends in the paradigm shift brought about by intra-departmental politics and fundraising. Growing up in a convent is awesome!

"Come on, a person's interaction is something warm or somewhere obscene. But at any rate, he is still young, and in the deeper windows, there is the White House. If you deal directly with a man, the suspicions of His Royal Highness Ciara will be clear."

It is in Your Highness's position that I cannot do that.

More or less, Master Li, you said I would deal with it immediately. You shouldn't have done that, should you?

"Is it good enough for you to have a chance to discuss it? It's not hard to say the word of nobility to a distant hustler."

I stared at him to screw him off. That neck was still fat and glossy on.

(You can't do that yet)

(The reverse screw is the social dictionary of the weak, I've been using it a lot, so don't complain, Hilo)

"To His Highness Ciara comes from me. I'll explain everything, including your misunderstanding of Hiro."

The two of you in holy divinity are looking at us. "That's why," he said.

Money collection is also an important responsibility for genuine religious people, I know that.

"I missed the point. What I wanted to say was not about His Highness Ciara, but about Her Majesty's request... Calvin Dietrich, I would love to have your help. That, as the guide of a young soul placed in a lonely state. The boy of the Duke of Asher whose majesty is being watched, not strong, but psychic."

Gratuities are yours. I don't mean to pin the introduction fee or anything.

No, seriously, that vibe off the palace is a little bit, huh?

Silly serious Calvin and "occasionally" chatting, chasing after Sosur Dojo or something. Maybe that's the Youth Healthy Development Act in the Kingdom (?) Because it would.

Her Majesty also told her that she was not ready to rush the "production" yet.

"Yes. We want to interact with the secular and religious communities, respectfully with each other."

"Hiro, you know how to roll."

"Again, Mr. Hiro. About Mass for your grandchildren..."

The quadripartite meeting of religious opponents ended without delay, as usual.

The flow of gold, the flow of the river, is just as good as it gets.

But the other quadripartite meeting followed earlier in the New Year.

"I'd like you to turn the young man out west without going officially for a reason."

(As a director of Wangdu School, I would like to ask you to help me develop the school)

(Are you asking for a job in a scattered dorm? We accept the payment of administrative fees)

The ghosts, who were melting in religious glory, breathe back.

Thank you for your kind words, I'm just biting the meaning of them.

But I can't talk about it, and Uncle Nicholas doesn't want to talk about it. Viscount Orwell is absent as chairman who is supposed to have it. I can't keep talking about it.

"Do you want to put it behind you? Talent is a hard thing to do, if this guy doesn't even step on the wrong foot..."

It is a matter of criminals who have fled to the Wang capital.

Born in Etzio Borderline Bo Territory, he was a sweet-faced man who looked slightly like a child by this standard.

"There are indications that the person with the appearance in question entered the King's Capital about a year ago through Panmori Road."

As for why I found out (though not a lot), I'll mention it later.

"He lurks and now he's out on the border with Crom State... that would be possible in a year. Slow contact!

As His Excellency Nicholas said, there is nothing we can do about all this.

Running south, months into an investigation to get that confirmation.

It usually takes two months by flight to get in touch with Wang Du from Ezzio.

Not to mention being held back by winter snow. Last year there were many traffic drains due to long rains.

Anyway, I got a call from Ezzio last fall. Recently, the border with the Crom State stinks.

"It is the duty of our Orwellian family to consolidate the border between the King's Capital and the Crom State. I wish to entrust you to my Lord."

It was near the side of the Führer Maximilian who turned up the loud voice in place of Viscount Orwell.

I encountered the Lord's refusal to send me to the King's Capital in a separate matter, and surrogate attendance...... I don't mind that per se, but I definitely need you to listen.

"I hear that if you sleep for a week, it will heal, but if you twitch, it will take three weeks from there. It also increases the danger (...). Your highness the Viscount now needs absolute rest and must not be burdened."

The way a man, no less than a man, kicks his seat abruptly, this was ambitious again everywhere.

I couldn't help but raise my jaw.

"I want to be ready now so I can move at any time."

Fluffy attitude when you are fluffy, fluffy words.

Viscount Lemon is still Viscount Lemon.

"This one is also under the command of the Commander of the Kingsguard Squadron, Sir Jail Palace. Knowing the scene is what guides you."

Order is preserved, even if the relationship is subtle.

Nicholas Borderline Uncle was also a rumored figure.

"My apologies, my lord Karewala"

The fact that Orwell is Orwell has also been shown off every time.

I... I didn't know Kalewala was Kalewala.

"I don't mind. Once again, they showed me how the Orwells play."

If you squeeze, the awkward air will leave, though. In the end, nothing is decided.

As embarrassed as this was when a big man faced each other, he held his head up about to give him the roster of scattered dormitories. In arms that are not visible in the eyes of a constant person.

(Don't break it from here!

(Let Nicholas bow his head!

("The Young One," you've done the same thing, Hiro)

"It's a trivial matter, but Maximilian asked me to talk to you. About the maid hired in local Sambala."

It's just the big guys that are face-to-face, and they have no feelings whatsoever.

One piece of paperwork received with a smile in mind, the dropped gaze freezes.

"I'm a sketch woman, but my name is Amnesia. However, there is a verse that seems to be from Wangdu, such as clothes and clothing. Hopefully we can find out who you are... Lord Karewala?

Minister of the Orwell family, is a man to be compared to Acaius.

I didn't get to miss the change in expression.