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.

"I don't mind as this one, because Mr. Hiro is good?

When I asked the Inspector General for the release of the misdemeanor, my suspicious face returned.

"It's hard to say no."

"Is that your mother again? You'll be able to wear shoes from anywhere... No, I won't."

Wise. Because the crime scene can be done as much as it wants in politics.

I would be swallowing it every time, but it's too late, to avoid the hassle of bowing my head to a busy young monk in this way. I can't help but cheat my boss when people ask me that.

"Not Her Royal Highness the Queen. That's why I refuse to lend you a loan, Timur."

The debt I made for dropping off Lew Dazkutz's arrest was painful, but the repayment is over.

Encourage policing by wishing the New Year all in ruins.

Shoemakers who were roughly released from restraint to take care of such "top" care, the parents of the reception put their heads on and dragged them away.

"That's why you said you didn't do anything! What will you do if you don't make it to the delivery date! Apologize and compensate..."

Captain (usually) Timur, who fell into a shark that could suddenly defeat the censorship, if he was still unhappy.

"I thought I'd (...) capture him with my word butt. Apologies and reparations..."

It would be nice to reply, because I tend to be called "sweet" anyway.

(It's not there. "I don't know what you're thinking, you look" is the problem)

We have to be clear. We can't pass it on.

I'll tell him anyway! So.

"Good morning on New Year's Eve is a routine event, you have to know 'cleaning' to be moggy."

It's His Majesty's. Cleaning… of course, cleaning roads, "cleaning up" suspicions and noise.

It should be noted that the uncles are good at storing, and at times like this, they label the "toy box".

If I go with the tiger or especially the pig box, they will stain it and cause trouble when I take it out later.

Aside from such circumstances, it is the common sense of the metropolitan people that precautions are laid before fortune.

That's the shoemaker, according to the book, who caught me trying to get out for a night out.

"You'd be more angry than I'd grab you on the way home, and I was ashamed of you. I forgive you."

I can't believe I caught it in "cleaning". I hear it's a broken name in the capital Stranbe.

I can't believe you didn't know His Majesty was here. Where is he? - Something like that.

"I hope the odd circumstantial discretion is useless. They think it's Dada who cleans and plays at night."

Respect for Your Majesty and disgust for officials are not inconsistent, they were a deep-rooted reason in any world. He was also a well-known Dada man, full of actual shoemakers.

As I noted, this is what makes you young and qualified for "craftsmanship," that is, meritocratic single nobility. So. "What matters is what's in it"... I guess it's best for women to be a man who can forgive himself excuses. I know.

Such public opinion, half of it - man, you can't earn what's wrong with coming with wild officials either - only with it on your side, and the shoemaker was strong.

"I had a terrible eye because of that unabashedly squadron leader. For the most part, a metropolitan birth would do His Majesty evil, and this is why the countrymen. And how dare you take the glorious Kingsguard Squadron Leader with that face?"

As soon as His Highness Zyko, the blacksmith, who came to the petition for release (screwing) after being asked by his shoe parents, told me that he didn't even want to thank me.

"He's a young man who knows nothing about his work in the palace."

They don't even want it. It is not necessarily possible that a "decisive summary" of a military nobleman will not be issued there if we keep an early report...... and apparently that's what you thought.

"I don't mind, I'm used to being told. That's what the Metropolitan people know."

Though I can't help but make this look scary if His Majesty rattles the nonsense of kingdom, central government... To the point where I just personally attacked the craftsman, the squadron leader, and that's "he's got a bad face," too, hey? If you want to get annoyed and slap, you will be asked about the measure. It is here that we lose money....... and they say it more and more because it shows a sweet face.

"We residents know what Kingsguard does. My parents are telling me."

It's hard to understand where this man's heart is trying to be only a forge in Ichii.

It gives you a peek at the face of the "vault number of royal property", so you can't be alarmed or cut off.

"... Yep, there was no back-to-back relationship"

Even government officials want to be far from the political scene, even if they're from Shirai.

In fact, the performers were killed. The grocery store is being chased for a place to live. And he turned away his eyes until I was so easy on this.

"Please, Your Highness. A little behind the top comes down to the city hall because of the"

Too poisonous. Harassment can be a noble greeting, but it can be flashy.

In that regard, 15 and the Christians who came to fetch soldiers from 10,000 there said they were great. It's a triumph story, is it time to return?

"I'm looking for the person you requested instead, but I'm not in or out of the northern suburbs. And yet, Mr. Hiro, this sketch you turned. Who drew it?

The sketches turned from the Ezzio Borderline Uncle are held down on their own route. Come, it makes sense that if you line up with two sketches created in our house, you will want to compare them... No, maybe because His Highness Zico has yet another face (sand painter).

Anyway, if it was about hobbies, the topic would be lighter, but it was heavy for me.

"of the Karewala family... No, did you belong to my personal possession in Wang Ki... a slave"

Gently stretched eyebrows, mouthless with no power. The reaction, the genuine "So?" "So?" "and so what?".

That's right. Because if there were kings and nobles, it would be identity to have civilians and slaves.

But I can't help but excuse myself.

"We're letting you out. I can't let you in the hall. No, there are special circumstances. If you like it, it's incomplete, but as you see Panmori Avenue,"

He may have seen the quick-mouthed hyperbole as an excuse to come from the sensibility of "growing up as a civilian in the Far East". After a little surprise, what a hard to say smile returned.

Well, it is, isn't it? Making your temper look weak is a testament above all to what you don't think of as an enemy.

Closer to the southeast of the building, a so-called "gateway" was set up at the exit of Panmori Avenue.

Highway toll booths are just preconceived. It was built by Kai Owen, the architect who made him elder of the Karewala family, and there is no doubt that it is more than that defensive facility.

In fact, it was also the magnificent Ten Horsemen who were recommended as responsible. A hundred captains/ten horsemen means more than "leave it to me, no doubt" and the corresponding significance also exists in this building.

It was still cold and harsh, and the rain the day before made me hear the passers-by were sparse, its ten horseman, who told me what to do and stood back.

"I'm doing fine with that one."

I pushed and held down where I was going to call him, and I opened the door to a room with my back to the street.

The boy was smiling.

I hardly say hello to my "husband" and his guests. but I know this kid is like that. If you're laughing, there's no difficulty.

If you think you're turning your back or shaking your body back and forth with that smile intact, you're moving the brush.

Peek over the shoulders and the likeness of His Highness Ziko... the top of his head was starting to draw.

"It's rare to draw from the edge all of a sudden"

"A lot is out of standard. I won't forget what I saw and its name, it seems I can reproduce it in a painting"

I "bought" the boy that was put up for sale in some slave city.

Asked by Makoto Tenzi, an old teacher of the Innocence Society (a denominational leader), "That boy's life is a lot better than it is now by someone buying it" as a gesture or pretext.

The truth is, the kingdom. No, I wanted to know how people perceived the king's capital again.

So I was going to take him around as a secretary, and that one came off.

He was squeezing the paper pen the slave trader gave me "besides" with an anxious face. Ever since I told her I wasn't going to take it away, this kid has almost smiled...... as good.

From Rikkyo to Iwamori on the road back to take the view of the street from an FPS perspective (?) So - or from that point of view of Wither-O Li and Mega-On - I was bored to start drawing.

"At first, I tried to be a secretary, but now I can't get into the hall. I can't let you in or out."

Museums and mansions, though not dungeons, are confidential.

It is difficult to map the person without offense.

"So you're the keeper of the precinct?"

At first, there was confusion. It's good to remember all those who take the streets, but I want to draw what I remember. Panic when the next one comes before you finish drawing? Kanshiku? Wake up.

Head of the "Sekiguchi", initially troubled.

The child in front of you is the slave of your master. You can't even let him beat you up and get hurt, and you can't just go somewhere on your own when he tells you to "leave him here".

But if you are not a skilful young man with a hundred captains and ten horsemen, the market is set. If you tear off the boss's unscrupulous gesture, throw it to the man who built the position, it's nothing.

"Officials seconded by the state government, emissaries of prestigious houses, regular passers-by and acquaintances of the guards… and even those who are certain of their identity can be scrutinized"

Fall after about six months of the establishment of the "Operational Law" (ten horseman, didn't say "how to work"). A group entered the king's capital.

Cook to merchant, entertainer and martial artist. A bunch of travelers swelled up the road on "The Journey Is With The Road".

Ten Horsemen Spread the original sketch on the tabletop again.

"Suspect" arm-wrapping in the center of a group, that was at first glance the style of "ten horseman or more".

But the smile of the girl who reaches out next door with the candy balls on it, when compared to its vibrancy.

"Was it a handle? You can get me in trouble, but you're doing great...... Ah, no"

I praised it with my men's intentions, but the slave belongs to my master.

Smaller shoulders, maybe, with unnecessary behavior.

"No, keep asking"

Now, the reward... and I heard voices from afar to the point where my face stuck with my princes. Occupational pattern It doesn't end in the wind that it's just plausible.

"... you're in a good position, you can't write without spears and shakes, you can't look around and look at the window."

"I don't even understand this disgust, that usnoro. It stinks just because there are three meals. You're a slave, aren't you? Why do you look so happy? I'm angry."

"It's your husband's 'belongings', so you can't hit him. Whatever you think, don't hesitate, but why us? He told me to take care of myself."

Kingdom No, I want to know how people perceive the King's capital again.

The hope was fulfilled.

One. A slave is, of course, a being treated as a person.

Two. They have something similar to horseback riding and antiques to say at the same time.

I can have it protected. You won't even suffer from hunger. But the "happy face" must still be an unfit situation... and it's not just a slave.

"It's always' in the middle 'to struggle. Reach out to the aristocratic weakness...... the bottom is thrilled with grace, and the upper hand feels good with a good man move. I mean, we can look after each other, and we're spinning all over the scene."

"If you're looking at it, it's usually sweet on civilians. Because I'm new to my noble companions, and I don't even care about the nearby white eye... how can you not turn that tenderness on us?"

"That's because you don't have to worry about it. Nobility to the people, and proximity to it. You can't turn it around if they turn you that way, can you? I'm not afraid of anything where you, a soldier, defied me. Take it down and get a reward."

"If you don't mind, you should leave me alone. Why are you giving instructions so loud? Don't look around, don't squeeze extra money from passers-by, wash your hands, brush your teeth, and look blatantly nasty if you hear of gambling"

The boy who was offered candy balls, he asked me not to get things.

The blue faced ten horseman popped up, excusing that he was giving you a flower that panicked.

"Just look at that face. You know how you feel. Somehow, change is scarce."

"What kind of face are you dictating to a woman? Is that your face when you hold it? Mistress of the Far East, you're a beauty, aren't you? Is it gold in the world? Power."

"It's all yours. Look. Okay. I knew I needed a minimum face."

"Don't wave your hips as you walk! You're too clever to be sad."

The yelling voice of the Ten Horsemen finally arrived.

There's a bad guy in between... No, it's more of me.