Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"Ha..."

of the Sabbath, at noon.

Marcel, who finished Mass and was well-endowed, separated from his other orphan companions and began to follow the church in a stubborn foothold. It wasn't because they were out of company.

- Because it was awkward.

(How come no one is angry about me)

Walk up blurry looking up at the stained glass in the church where people sparkled.

Although it is old or cloudy in colour, stained glass, which is said to be a luxury product, was used in large quantities and still looked good.

Marcel sighed again looking at the glass throwing red and blue light.

Hannah Orphanage window glass was immediately replaced by Hannah, who was angry with Kankan after that, and was soon embedded with a new window.

Marcel was surprised by the orphanage's nostalgia, how within that day, but Leo was flustered, so maybe he did something. He was good at winding it up, so he probably even stole it from somewhere.

Marcel was not angry with anyone, nor was he beaten.

However, I think we all realize that the cause is Marcel.

Since that day, there has been an increase in groping and being caressed or being called "dongma".

(Can you? Why?

Marcel couldn't help but wonder about that.

Hannah, we're in an orphanage. 'Cause there's a child of a whore.

But as soon as Marcel arrives, Marcel must be the target of more than these incidents.

The other children say that such harassment is done to prevent it from happening, but only Marcel can take every trouble.

My presence must have been in Hannah orphanage luggage.

Yet when you're a member of the orphanage, it's easy for you.

I was only angry when I saw the window where the graffiti was done, but then when the glass was replaced, I said swallowfully, "It's new," etc., and then I wasn't particularly alert, and it felt like, "If they graffitied me again, fine."

Thanks to Marcel, who felt responsible, it was his turn to sleep alone, - but he lost his sleep and allowed Damian graffiti two nights ago, again.

Now it was yellow paint.

(It sucks......!

Marcel felt sorry for herself.

At the same time, I was confused, even in a hurry.

Nobody blames Marcel. I won't hit you.

I don't know why.

That's why I'm at least going to clean up about myself, but I can't do that either.

That's regrettable.

Marcel didn't know what the name was of the emotion he was about to sprout in him right now.

and when I tried to knock through the huge wooden doors of the church,

"Wait, you. There, brown-haired boy! Yes, it's you, you!

There were those who spoke from behind.

The first thing that pops back into my eyes is a gray robe.

A red-faced, tender-looking face buried in a white beard.

Walking in with plenty of stomach sagging - is a churchy mentor.

Until just now, I should have been directing the choir. I thought you said Holger.

Out of alarm, Holger spoke with a smile to Marcel, who was unconsciously lagging behind.

"Well, don't be so frightened. I'm not a scared uncle. He directs the choir in this church, Holga said. You sang a hymn with the choir I directed earlier, didn't you?

".................. Yes"

"Yeah, well, that's exactly what I wanted to suggest to you about the psalm."

To Holger, who narrowed his eyes gently and spoke in a gentle tone, Marcel began to lose some of his shoulder strength.

He's not trying to bully Marcel.

Besides, you seem nice, and you don't feel like a conditioner.

Eventually, after hearing Holger's "suggestion," Marcel opened his eyes in the middle of nowhere.

"The boys are the gang? Me?"

"Oh. You have a very clear and good voice. When I heard you jump in when I was in command, I immediately thought, There's no hand in not showing off such a wonderful singer to the Spirit."

"Oh no..."

I've never been praised by anyone before.

Marcel shouted his chest from time to time as he was placed on his shoulders and lured to "join the boys' choir in my church".

Holger's hot valve continues.

"Of course, it's not for free. If it's also a choir with a church, you get paid. Probably enough for a kid your age."

"Huh...?

Well, in order to get that kind of pay, you need to be quite "prepared," but the words added, unfortunately, didn't reach Marcel's ear.

Because his head was full of certain ideas.

(If you get paid, I, everyone, can sum it up...?

Marcel cringed his throat.

Nothing, in an orphanage nowadays, nobody beats up about themselves. I don't even blame you.

But that's why Marcel wanted to make his standing within the Hannah orphanage certain.

With money, I can do that.

Even if they graffiti the windows, they might be able to replace them themselves, and in the first place, I'm sure no one will make fun of them if they're the ones who make good money out of them.

"Um... well, come on, it's exciting..."

When Marcel raised his face, which he was leaning over, and tried to say so.

"Buh...! Don't go too fast, Marcel. Ugh!

Then a cheerful voice echoed the church.

A boy who somehow rose from between a prayer bench and a bench - it's Leo.

Leo walked over to Holger once, shaking his body as he grabbed up the chest barn and wandered.

"Hey! Mr. Holger! You said you wouldn't solicit like that anymore! What are you trying to fool? Hey, are you the servant of the Dark Spirit!?

"Ha ha ha ha, Leo. I already gave up on you. [M] Along with a lot of compensation. I just, uh, did I say Marcel? I'm just trying to lead Marcel to the Spirit with a song. Not you, not you."

"When I got that compensation, the dean said," Don't get your hands on all the children in the Hannah orphanage, not just me, okay?

"Huh?"

Holger blinked his pussy and eyes at what Leo shouted.

Tilt your saggy neck.

"Am I? I don't really remember. I wonder if it's because of my age."

"Ho. Then let me remind the Dean."

When Leo helped Doss, Holger began to stroke his beard like he was visibly panicked.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember something. Yeah, I might have promised you that. But look, yeah, I didn't think you were Hannah's kid. It's a mistake. You're gonna miss it."

"Marcel would have been singing with us. Obviously, Hannah, even the orphanage kids had eyes on you. What are you talking about?"

"Oh, Leo! May the Spirit bless you!

Apparently, Holger decides the minutes are bad, holding Leo's hands all the time without a pulse.

When he looks up with a cute, naughty face,

"Hey, Leo. Will you shut up about this to Mr. Hannah?

"I don't know. Let go, Shotakon Oyaji"

I asked for it in a cat's voice, and Leo had just cut me off.

Leo waved his gripped hand away, waving it just because he had touched something dirty, staring at the other person.

"It's my time, it's my time, it's my way of doing things all the time. You're willing to present all the benefits, put them on the operating table, and then explain what's 'ready' for you?

"Oh no. Pushing out the benefits is the basics of business."

"I'm sorry to be robbed of my money in exchange for it, or my balls of gold!

I can leave Holger with one stroke.

But Holger went on like this when he grinned like a fool.

"But I don't think that's a bad story, do you? Isn't it true that when you get paid, it will help you as well as Hannah's? I can't really tell you this from my mouth, but I've been a little shitty lately with the boudoir from Hannah Orphanage."

"Tell me what you want! You lust, jizzy!

As he downgraded Holger from Oyaji to Jijii, Leo also took Marcel's arm with a rough nose.

"Let's go, Marcel! Mr. Holger, I'll tell Dean Hannah about this."

"Oh, wait! I didn't force you to do anything!

"I don't know. I'm pissed off!

"I'm about to miss that cat, Bushi, because I'm gonna miss you!

"All right, let's think."

Leo immediately took down the spear.

Apparently, he was crouching in between the benches and looking for any small copper coins in the fabric - he should have stayed in church on his own with a crouch.

Marcel gets pompous without following the story.

but Leo pulled me through the church door, and I walked a few feet, and I frowned softly, thinking that apparently my determination was interrupted by him again.

"Why, therefore, are you telling the story!?

Then, he shakes off his arm too.

Marcel, in the middle of a round trip, turned his face bright red and shouted.

"I'm joining the regiment! Come on in, you're gonna get paid! But why do you do it?

"Well, you..."

Leo dropped his gaze as hard to say - for some reason, I felt he had just been seen around his groin - but Marcel went on blocking it.

"I'll take care of it! So, get everyone to admit it properly!

"Ya, that's a fine mind, but there's a problem with the way - or there's a flaw (scratch) in the ball -"

"I don't like you!

Marcel, who seemed to have been put out of his way by his own way of making money, became angry and said so.

I didn't really understand the context myself, but anyway, I wanted to fight back against Leo.

(This guy is a prank, he's a pain in the ass, he's a fool, he's a sarcastic one!

Even so, Leo is a weak man, so even if Bruno tries to kill Damien because of it, he stops it.

In fact, the second time he was graffitied, Marcel was determined and confessed to Bruno that it was "Damian's fault".

Bruno then nodded heavily and tried to fight back.

Yet even then, because Leo stopped, Bruno had eventually abandoned his plan of attack.

"Why, always, then!? Even before this, if you hadn't stopped, Brother Bruno would have killed the Damians for me! Soldering, too. The golden weasel, too. You can laugh and do nothing!

"Er, before and before this, you've called a proper official to verify it."

"Oh no...!

Marcel bit his lips off.

Because Leo's words rather only aroused remorse on him.

Indeed, officials have come.

But they left the scene without trying to get any interest in the victim's case and without any kind of verification.

Leo proudly says, didn't he only do enough to get rid of him as a wild dog and get him to produce an accident certificate at best?

officials said.

"Hmm, a whore's child? I'm sure it's true. Take care of yourself," he said.

Leo was laughing and listening, not angry or sad.

(Don't do it, he...!

Marcel thought he hated him like that.

Because he was helpless and lazy, like his matching mirror.

"Hey, what's up? Marcel?"

Ignoring the calling Leo, Marcel ran off the spot.

"Brother Bruno -... brother?

Marcel jumped into the orphanage on his run and tried to keep momentum on Bruno, who happened to be on his doorstep, but stood one step ahead of him.

Thanks to the tingling of the air emanating from Bruno.

He was about to take a few other boys and leave the orphanage.

"Brother Bruno? Where are you going?

"- Oh, Marcel. Hey, let's play."

To be spinned faceless, it's a word too unlike.

For a while "play...?" Marcel, who was tilting his neck, but gazed at the direction he was pointing with his thumb at as difficult as a boy other than Bruno, opening his eyes all the way.

Also, there was graffiti in the window.

Carefully, this time, the paint was splashed blue and green, in many colors.

"Now finally, he did it during the day. Looks like you're getting a lot bolder there, too. This is the third time, and hey, I'm gonna thank you."

He came all the way to the East End to "play," Marcel quickly tied his lips to Bruno, whom he added.

Damien came to hunt down Marcel again.

But at last, Bruno and the others are about to slap them.

"Me too... Me too, take me...!

Marcel glanced up, clutching around Bruno's waist.

I'm not Leo.

I'm not a coward anymore, I'm not a weakling.

Join Bruno and let his opponent sift his fist. If it's Bruno, we can get rid of the bad ones -!

Bruno strokes his jaw like "Hmm".

"You want to be able to take your joints off, too?

"I want to be! Me, too."

I tilted my neck and tried to snort with all my might at what I was asked.

"Meh."

My mouth was plugged from behind.

He came after me a little late, it's Leo.

He said, "Fu fu fu......!? I looked at Bruno like I blamed Marcel.

"Damn it, Bruno, dragging the little one into the militants."

"Why not. Martial arts is experience and training. The sooner you get started, the better."

"People have the wrong premise that they don't like militancy as much as they do, and their aptitude fits. Eh! Look, with Marcel's tiny hand like this, you can't hold your fist, can you? I just got hit at the top, and I'm gonna cram my life instead of getting experienced!

Marcel turned bright red in the face, thinking he had been ridiculed, beating the palm of his hand caught with his left hand, with his right hand.

"What...!

But Bruno said, "Right?," he just leaned his neck, nodding, "Well," at the next moment, pulling his gaze out of Marcel like it doesn't matter.

He's been asking back again about the

"So, you can just move now."

Just the content that Leo said to it, "Whoa! It's all over! Sorry to keep you waiting!," he answered, "along with the other boys, would he just knock out the door of the orphanage?

"Come on...! Bruno, brother!

Marcel screamed, but they didn't look back.

Despair is instantly painted with anger.

A fierce rage instantly filled his little body.

See you later.

Stopped again. To this coward...!

"You......!

It was Marcel who tried to look back in anger, but the words broke off halfway.

"-... hehe. Heh, heh..."

It was because Leo, who was restraining himself, looked at the graffitied windowsill and had a trance grin.

"What...?

"Do it, not only did you use green and blue, but you even brought it in to white ah... What kind of air do you read? Spirit."

"What...?

I can't read the story, but I know that the other person is in a different state.

There was a strange force in Leo today that was different from Bruno earlier, just watching it would freeze his spine a bit.

Leo releases Marcel's hand all the way, fluttering and approaching the windowsill.

"It's called color balance, it's called quantity, it's perfect. Ya, you have a spirit, seriously gold spirits pa..."

He turned to Marcel as he stroked the glass, thanking him, thanking him.

"Okay, Marcel. Sorry to keep you waiting!

"Huh...?

"Oh, my God, it's time for you to wait. Let's do it!"

Cut out in a superior mood, I don't know what that word means, not because Marcel is a fool by any chance.

"Hey, what...?" Asking him first, Leo replied with a full grin, blinking him with a glimpse.

"That's you. Fight back, fight back!