Tanaka family, reincarnated.

"Finally... finished..."

Emma trembles with joy as she sifts.

The can opener is gripped in the hand.

"No way, I didn't know there were cans but there weren't cans..."

William grabbed the peach can.

After eating a delicious steamed armor bore, when the dessert asked me if I could get a can of Fukushima peaches, it turned out.

Well, I'll open the can, so can you step away a little bit?

Fuchsima grabbed the peach cans with a mysterious face to the Stewarts who were excited to see them.

"... eh? You just open the cans?

William leans his neck, but the samurai around him boil brightly.

Master Fukushima made his own cans......

This is a sight to see!

Everyone was gathered to show off their magic even though they only opened the cans.

Swoohhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Canned in a wooden box that was used instead of a desk, Fukushima unites his spirit.

"... eh? Open the can... right...?

Georg also tilted his neck.

The only mystery is what is happening to the whole thing.

Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!

Fukushima makes a strange noise as she opens her closed eyes.

The scissors and waist swords were pulled out at an unstoppable speed, and the peach cans were cut in half.

The three brothers could not speak in surprise.

Sasugi, Fukushima-sama's place is superb!

"I can't believe I can cut into such two pieces...."

I burned Fukushima-sama's bold sword into my eyes!

The cheers of the samurai boil down.

Huh?

"Look, Emma. It's a peach!

Remove the peaches from the cans where the fuchsia is half-baked and recommend them to Emma.

"Sometimes it rots inside, but I'm glad it looks okay."

"What? Fukushima-sama?

If I'm unlucky, I can't even explode......

Master Fukushima?

This is the biggest one for Emma....

Master Fukushima!

"Hmm? What's wrong...?

Emma shouted to Fukushima, who was delighted that she had successfully cut the cans.

Why are we splitting it into two!? It's a corner can! All the peach soaked syrups are overflowing!

Hmm?

You can use this empty can to pump water, simmer soup, and even make a pen!

What? Um, no.

"Fukushima... don't you have a can?

William also stared at the peach cans, which had been slashed to pieces with a stunning face.

Or can you open it? What the hell is that? The cans are usually slashed open by someone with a standing arm...?

"Huh? Hmm, why is there a can and there is no can!? So how do people who don't have swords open cans?

If you don't know the meaning, Georg also looks at Fukushima.

No, use an axe or something?

The samurai nodded in Fukushima's words.

Nobody understands what the Stewarts are angry about.

Even though there are corner cans, it would be a shame if there were only fruit or no can openers.

Master Fukushima, let's make a can when we defeat Owata! It's a big traffic jam!

"... no, so... Emma, what's a can opener?

This is the shape of a can opener...

Georg picks up the twigs and paints them on the ground to explain to Fukushima and samurai.

"... niisama...? It's... a bottle opener."

After defeating Ovata, the family began making cans.

"In the end, I also made a bottle opener..."

Georg's bokeh revealed that the bottle stopper had been developed in the Empire, but people had all opened it with their teeth.

It's a shame. Like this... I have a family computer, but I don't have a controller... "

In this way, the Stewart family's stay, which was supposed to return if Ouatta was defeated, was extended.

Production of cat cans from can openers, verification and countermeasures of rare defective products......

There is no one who can stop Emma from studying and improving the itchy places that were out of reach of the civilization of the empire that have been made high-tech by the presence of magic stones.

The cannery, which had been shut down by the monster disaster, was bought by the Rothschild Chamber of Commerce, led by Joshua, and reopened at a terrible speed.

Nowadays, a wide variety of cans are being produced, including cat cans, Melsa's armor bore horn-boiled cans, mackerel cans, tuna cans, and various cans of monster meat.

It will be distributed within the Imperial Kingdom for a while and exported to the Kingdom once the food shortage is resolved.

The Stewart family bought all the cat cans.

It was time to go home and start a new semester.

"... hey, William? With ice magic stones and wind magic stones... don't you think you can freeze dry?

But Emma's momentum isn't going to stop yet.

"Onee-sama, I think it's time to go home..."

William, can we stay in the Empire a little longer?

Georg is on Emma's side when she runs wild.

Just do what Emma wants to do.

Leonardo nodded as usual.

"............ both of us go out every day to hunt monsters and have fun."

My brother and father were happily involved in the monster hunt, mixed with samurai.

They excused themselves as mogomogo because there were monsters that were rarely seen in the kingdom, but they found out that it was more fun than studying and interacting with nobles in King's City.

My mother... managed to...

Hmm? William, my mother went out to the Ed Castle cookery to try out some of the imperial ingredients. Besides, it's freeze-dried... corn soup and miso soup can't be removed, right?

............ yes. I'm going to get some miso... "

While his family enjoyed the empire, William was used only for Emma's pacification, as he was in Palace and King's City.

School...... in time......

William looked up at the sky without a cloud and whispered.

◆ ◆ ◆

King's Landing at the same time.

The social season was coming to an end, and I was frustrated to see the attitude of the Empire nobles staying.

Even at the royal dinner party, the attitude did not change, and finally I opened my mouth with patience.

"Your Majesty, could you introduce me?

The Imperial Imperial Royal Oracle speaks to the king of the kingdom without looking at lavish meals.

"What are you talking about?

The King falls in love with the words of the Empire's righteous angel.

"......! It's about the Virgin! You know that, don't you? Aren't there anything in this kingdom that doesn't rumor about her... from nobility to commoner!?

Shortly after arriving in the kingdom, sailors from the harbor began to hear rumours of the Virgin, even from chambers of commerce visited at trade fairs, conversations among the kingdom's nobles at various parties, and tailors who stopped by to mend their clothes.

"What do you mean... if the Virgin appeared, would the Church have contacted the Empire long ago? For me, too. Edward, have you been informed by the Church of the birth of the Virgin?

The King smiles at the imperial angel, who seeps in his impatience, and sees his son, the prince.

"No, I have not received any such communication from the church."

I threw a cold gaze at the righteous angel and fell in love with the prince.

"Then why are there rumors of Virgins all over King's Landing? The Virgin serves the Imperial Royal Family, which is revealed as a saint if asked. I am entrusted with that decision."

"Well, what happens when you bring up stories that are hundreds of years old? Strictly speaking, the Royal Church is independent of the Imperial Church. If there is a Virgin, it has nothing to do with you!

A prince rarely roughs up his voice in the words of a righteous angel.

"What does that have to do with anything? Can you say the same in the presence of God? The saint imperial royal family is no longer synonymous with God. I'm a royal servant of that god, and I could be a god. I'm telling you, I'm just going to tell you if the Virgin is real or not!

A full-bodied Empire archangel stood up without trying to hide his lowly laughter.

"Well, it's only a matter of time before they find us. Because there are hundreds of Empires in this country now, including merchants. Excuse me for today."

The angel leaves the room quietly.

"... as usual, the Empire..."

Even the king of the kingdom is looked down upon.

"Your Majesty, why is the Oracle really receiving rumors in the alley? I know Emma is as merciful as a Virgin, but she hasn't had any formal contact with the church."

"Edward, that's just what I want to see. A beautiful girl rumored all over King's Landing. I suppose you thought you were free because you could be so brave in the kingdom..."

"Ha!!

Edward stares at the door where the archenvoy has left.

"That pig bastard... I want to slash him away"

Ed.

"..... I'm sorry."

"Can you stop writing Edward's lines right now?

The king calls out to the clerk who was recording the conversation at the dinner party.

Yes, I understand.

"And do you keep a record of the Oracle saying he's God?

"Yes, I'm recording every word."

"All right, based on that record, I'll write a complaint to the Empire. Do you think your country chooses a man who deceives God as its rightful envoy? At least not next year. He's coming, right? Well, whoever comes may be the same."

After all, the king sighs.

I know that words are not very effective on the inside.

Still, I don't have to think about what kind of report the righteous envoy returning to the Empire will make.

A healthy Emma is in danger if we don't start with the right guy.

It was fortunate that I did not have to meet the righteous angel by allowing him to go to the Empire.

Every year, the Imperials who come to the social season are in real trouble.

You can do whatever you want in the Kingdom.

Even the Imperial Imperial Imperial angels are in that state.

The Rothschild Chamber of Commerce did not try to hide any particular frustration this year by not buying cotton, and a complaint from the people to the Imperials came to the royal castle.

"Your Majesty, if the Church of the Kingdom recognizes Emma as a saint... what happens to Emma?

Edward sees the king with a worried look that is different from his usual cool face.

As far as I can think, that's the worst thing that can happen.

Although the Royal Church has proclaimed its independence from the Imperial Church, some parts have not yet been able to escape the influence of the Imperial Church.

"... Emma will protect you. Absolutely not. You can't stand a good boy so pure, healthy and kind to live in the Empire, can you?

The King grabbed both hands as hard as he could and brutally stroked Edward's head.

I think of myself as itchy that I can only do words that are relaxing.

"Your Majesty"

The Prime Minister, who had no plans to attend the dinner party, appeared in the hall and whispered to the king as soon as he could.

"I just heard from the church that I recognized the Virgin."

The worst thing I could think of came.