Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

When it comes to compliment-killing Anne, whining Marcel, and crying Emilio, he's even said to have no strangers in the neighborhood of the Lower Town East Side.

Their brother's share, a boy named Leo, is also famous for being such a money-keeper that it is rumored that "not a single small piece of copper coin has fallen after he has passed through," and that the three of them, referring to this Leo as their master, admire him greatly.

but at least only to Marcel, it wasn't like he was a follower of Leo from the beginning.

Instead, he didn't like Leo, or even despised him, one way or another.

How did that get to the present relationship?

The story goes back a year - until Marcel came to Hannah Orphanage.

Marcel was born in what is said to be one of the most insecure flower districts in the lower town - apparently.

He spent his time there, up to the age of three, surrounded by whispers and violence.

The first turning point came when his mother, the whore, died.

Losing his role as a "boring consolation," he was to come there and be kept in the nearest orphanage.

Unfortunately, poverty and violence followed him around.

To Marcel, young and small in stature, the world was tough.

Always eaten away in poorly run orphanages, bullied by older orphans. At a time when words and knowledge should be acquired, Marcel just learned how to avoid hunger and violence.

Always failing to observe is one of them.

It was one of the few virgins Marcel could take that was scarce in power.

Who is the ruler of this place?

Do they hurt themselves or not?

Stick around and kill your breath.

Don't let your eyes close, push and kill your emotions as hard as you can.

So, at last, the previous orphanage crumbled - that is, a second turning point came - and even when he was transferred to Hannah Orphanage, Marcel just made an effort to observe the surroundings in silence.

(Most obviously, Dean Hannah. And Bruno...... This one, the leader here)

Within days, Marcel had identified power relationships for dozens of orphans and had drawn simple conclusions.

The most powerful person is Hannah. Later, in chronological order.

It was just that, in his nearest years to Marcel, the one with the most say was like a boy named Bruno.

Bruno's "top" also had a few brothers, but they also have a glance at this brown-skinned boy. I happen to see him today turning back where he got tangled up by a stray, but the fight is also so strong.

If I had followed Bruno for the first time, it seemed that there was no mistake.

Also, apparently, here is the rule: "Younger people are absolutely obedient to older people".

At the same time, however, there is a code that says, "Older people are absolutely defending younger people", which differs from the previous orphanage.

It was an uncomfortable sight, from Marcel's point of view, for the younger orphans to call themselves "brothers" and "sisters" and for the person called to stroke them around, but when they entered the town, follow the town. First he pushed and killed the wonder, and Marcel also began to call Bruno again, "Brother Bruno".

(Speaking of fuzzy, one more thing)

Marcel glimpses into the back of the kitchen as he arrives at a large table that he is not yet used to.

From beyond the narrow doorway, an older boy with a large pot had just arrived, eh, eh.

The leftover face of the scuff.

Flaky hair, same color eyes.

Leo, is a person called.

He was said to be one arm of Bruno and seemed admired by everyone in the orphanage, but he didn't seem to have a strong special fight or to be in excellent physical shape, and that was strange to Marcel.

Apparently, he was on meal duty, and he said, "I got it!," he shouted, dropping a large pot on a crude pot laying he had placed on the table, Doshin.

"Today's menu is: 'Excellent! Sauce in a soup full of flavor! Happy you guys, what a beef!

"Yay! Ahhh!

"Brother Leo, it's awesome!

beef in, to the information, the tension of the other orphans rose visibly, and they pounded the empty plates and spoons vigorously.

On the dish that was put aside, there was indeed a slice of beef floating around, and Marcel also rounds his eyes to this.

It's been a long time since I've seen beef.

Unexpectedly, "Wow......" he muttered, "the boys, the girls, who somehow looked at me like I was praised,

"Right!? Brother Leo's recipe for the use of ingredients is so sweet!

"I went to the crime scene to collect pieces of meat!

He explained it to me.

The adorable looking boy named Emilio and the girl speaking in an obnoxious tone Anne.

Whatever, this Leo character is Hannah Orphanage. He's a money-keeper, and there's no one left to the right for his ability to roll up money or merchandise from other people, or to create things without cutting off money.

(... what, that)

The point is, Kechi.

Marcel, who could not see why he could be praised for it, turned out to be a strange face.

Even in the previous orphanage, there were many kerchief orphans.

They looted their pennies and food, anyway, if they had their eyes on weak Marcel.

At the end of his gaze, Marcel clouded his expression when he saw Leo handing out soup with a shard of laughter.

I don't like people who are doing well.

Because they depend on the wind direction, like leisure time, beating Marcel up.

(Oh no...)

When Marcel missed his gaze, he noticed it and Leo looked up and came this way.

"Ooh, new guy. Hey, what's up? You were looking at me."

Speaking with a smile, Marcel shook his shoulder.

Not good.

From previous experience, this was the flow through which Marcel would be beaten.

"Ah, of..."

Thirsty.

My tongue sticks, words don't come out.

As Marcel was solidifying, Leo laughed slightly at "Nah."

"I know, you don't have enough meat, do you? You look like you want something."

"Is...?

"Look, it's Mary Happy Newcomber. I'll split Bruno's meat."

That said, he adds a slice of meat to Marcel's plate when it looks like it.

Shouting around, Leo shouted, "Let's do some bones for you, see," and pressed the cow bones he used to get the stock.

"I don't need it. Yeah!" or, "Hey, why did you take it off my plate," Marcel grabbed the spoon with a ravishing table.

Keep your mouth shut and take a peek around.

Nobody tries to hit Marcel.

With a simple wooden spoon, shrug a bite.

- The soup tasted thin, but it tasted deep, unique to the dishes simmered over time.

Marcel's peaceful routine was abruptly broken after several days.

One day, a glass window in the orphanage was graffitied with bright red paint.

Thick lines passed in flat circles and diagonally.

That form, which is considered obscene - in Weitz, was a mark representing a whore.

"What's this..."

"Terrible......!

Children who notice harassment in the morning continue to gather at the window as they fall asleep.

Compared to churches and such, the glass windows are luxury items in the lower town.

It was Hannah's orphanage rule that children with bad sleeping ministers should not kick in - and also because the cold air transmitted through the glass was harsh - they would not sleep in a room with glass.

That's, if you wake up in the morning, bright red, disgusting markings are beaten and written, etc.

"Who the hell..."

Marcel was turning bright blue, roughly with the deliberate children.

(-... it's them)

He had an idea.

Since I was in the previous orphanage, I've been making fun of Marcel and the person I've been after.

When I found Marcel walking out of town, he had threatened to give me a dime, or made me curse.

Damien, the lower end of a group in the North End, said his parents were wealthy merchants.

It must have been that boy, featuring a loose giant and acne scattered all over his face.

He didn't sift through the violence directly, but he knows exactly how to hunt down children like Marcel.

Watching Marcel frighten or constrict in that way, as if he were also watching in the circus, seemed somewhat enjoyable.

(Oh no... I can't believe you came after me...)

I don't think so in the corner of my mind, but the orphanage I used to be and the Hannah orphanage weren't even that far apart, and more importantly, Mark's writing style looked familiar.

Carefully, just below it, Marcel's initials are written and smudged with lines in the chatter.

Marcel has had his orphanage windows defiled in the past.

"What shall we do..."

Ugh, bloody distracting.

On the last two occasions, when this hand thing happened, the orphanage blamed Marcel both times.

Though he was not required to pay compensation, Marcel was ordered to clean it and found that he could not remove the dirt. Until he purchased a new window, he was blamed by other orphans.

Watch the paint smudging the glass.

The cheap paint was watery and not enough to see beyond the glass, but still, it seemed difficult to get rid of this stain.

"Why do you have to be marked like this! We're a disciplined orphanage!

"Odd, you tried to fool around with a whore's kid, didn't you? Who are you talking about," M "?

(Stop...)

An older member begins field verification by demonstrating age-appropriate reasoning.

I was suffocated by them trying to trace me back to Marcel.

What should I do?

Blameworthy.

"I don't know. Initials. I wonder if you couldn't even write the full name of the person you want to attack."

"If you know the alphabet, you're probably going to Sunday school or something... you know Oori. Is that them around here?

"Ma-sa! You have Bruno, but you don't have a fool to set that up."

If we find out who did it.

If the purpose (target) is missed.

Beaten.

- Pong.

Grabbing his fist and trembling all the time, he, uh, got a warm feeling on his head.

I look up a little bit.

It was Bruno.

"Don't worry."

"Huh...?

The faceless leader spinned his words pale with a face that didn't disturb his emotions that day.

"The killer will soon find out. If you know what I mean, let's just slap it. What, if you take one or two joints off, most of them, they get a lot of people."

Much said, Marcel was pompous.

"Heh...?

Beat them?

Not yourself?

Bruno overlapped his commentary on what he thought to Marcel, who was flabbergasted.

"Don't worry, Marcel. Even if you don't have the strength to remove the joints, you can. It's a matter of tricks. If you do what I tell you, in less than three days..."

"Asshole!

Speak to him with a serious look on his black eyes, then, Sparn! The boy blocked it along with a petty sound that

It's Leo.

He shook his right hand with his head flat and chilled, cursing Bruno across the street as he hoisted his tinted eyes.

"What are you talking about not calm in front of such a little girl! There's no peace of mind anywhere! You don't know the word" public order "or" emotional education "! I mean, it was a skull!

"... uh. Those words, they're hard."

"You're lying!

When Hikikiki-chan barked, Leo changed his expression and told Bruno.

"Anyway, don't move yet"

"Why? The Kasper brothers are almost on the verge of locating the killer. Cheap, fast, good. Three beats is important, isn't it?

"Not yet. Look, that's not enough."

Bruno followed Leo with his suspicious eyes pointing to the windowsill, but eventually muttered, "You…" as he shrugged.

"... ok. Let me know when you've had enough."

"Sasa but Bruno! Let me handle it."

Leo returns it in a good mood.

Marcel, completely left behind in the exchange, was pompous at first, but after a while, he glanced at Leo softly.

(What, you're saying this isn't a reason to hang up?

Once I was just impressed with Bruno's words, I was also greatly discouraged by the developments that followed.

Because of this, Bruno tried to move for me.

You could have killed someone you didn't like.

Marcel, who was small in stature, weak in strength and always on the side of being exploited, was completely distracted by the sweetness of the idea of a "counterattack" he had first touched.

Bruno, who was faceless and difficult to stick with, also looked like a hero with a Rin and far-reaching thought to Marcel's eyes.

But Leo got in the way.

(What the hell, this guy)

Grab a fist and sneak a peek at Leo.

I can't believe it's not enough, it's an excuse.

I'm sure, you're afraid to get hit back by a counter-attack, so you make excuses and try to stay motionless - like Marcel has done so far.

(This guy, it's hard)

At the end of his young aversion gaze, Leo was laughing in a nagging, superior mood.