Tanaka family, reincarnated.

Kururururururu.

Lululululululu.

Kirurururu.

"Dear Emma. We're almost there!

Francesca encourages Emma.

After two hours of demonology classes, he is taking a lunch break and going to the dining room.

Klululululululululululululululu.

Later in the class, Emma's tummy bug began to sound uncut.

The nearby Stewart brothers and Joshua, members of the embroidery, the prince and Arthur have asked me well.

I know you're a lady, but if you're hungry, you can't help but ring.

Kirururu. Kiruru. Kururururururu.

A chime rang to mark the end of the class, and Emma stood up the moment the teacher left the classroom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's go to the dining room."

Thanks to a belly bug speaking more eloquently than his mouth, everyone quickly cleaned up their study tools and left the classroom behind.

Through the streets lined with several similar buildings in the school, the most luxurious buildings are used as canteens for students.

From demonology to the dining room, Emma's belly bug keeps making a sad, chopping noise every time she walks. My tummy bug is alive when I'm young.

There is no way that I can stop it, but I will strive for the dining room.

Knock, knock, knock, knock. Lulu.

"I'm hungry... I'm hungry..."

I'm so hungry, I can't even remember my feet.

Walk flirtatiously, supported by Georg and William from both sides.

"Sister, we're in the dining room."

"Emma, I'm hungry because I'm selling Robert a fight?

The school cafeteria is fully equipped for all students to eat, and is even larger than the widest demonology classroom in the classroom. It's a long way to the table.

"What a lovely voice Miss Emma's tummy bug sounds."

"Brother, a woman's belly bug is something she pretends not to hear, even if she hears it."

Marion watches out for Arthur teasing with a pranky grin.

"I've never seen anyone so hungry, have I, Caitlin?

"I've never been this hungry, Catherine."

The twins follow each other pleasantly.

"Emma, from now on, I'll bring you some snacks."

Joshua promises to chuckle.

The prince broke up as soon as he left the classroom because his lunch break meant going back to the royal castle and doing his official business while eating snacks.

He had an impressive face that seemed like a shame when he broke up, but he laughed bitterly at the sound of Emma's stomach and urged me to come and eat dinner in the dining room as soon as possible....... kind.

The menu served in the cafeteria is served on a different daily basis and is operated by donations from the students' parents, the nobles.

I can't choose what I want to eat, but the nutritional balance is considered and the taste is good.

Looks good if you think of it as like a lunch from a previous life.

There are plenty of lunch breaks for two hours, so some people left school to go to the store or go home to eat.

Emma gradually reaches the empty table and everyone sits down.

I don't see any students taking the same demonology class because they hurried here with flirtatious but fast feet.

I'm relieved that Robert doesn't have the energy to put it on me right now.

If you take a seat, it looks like the dining room service will carry the meal without having to say anything, and a lunch set featuring stews in front of Emma will be carried one after the other.

The servant left with a basket of fluffy bread in the middle at the end.

Don't be disappointed, the belly bug is pounding at its climax as there was a wait from Georg while the service was there. It is a great chorus.

Kurururururu. Culru. Coming.

Even if they tell me not to be disappointed, I think this belly sound is reaching the ears of the supply well......

"All right, let's eat"

I finally get out of forgiveness and start eating where I'm about to say I'll have it, tailored to other students, a prayer trick.

When you cheek a stew with a large chunk of meat into your mouth, the molasses and meat softly loosen up and let it go in your mouth......

"Yummy!"

Emma focuses on eating silently after making a statement.

I have to withdraw what I said about lunch... the ingredients, the quantity, the appearance, the flavour, totally exceed the lunch.

"Today's dining room menu is more luxurious than usual, isn't it?

Marion squeaks happily when she sees the meat of the stew carried.

"Sure, there were some differences in annual donations, but this could be the first time we've had such a big, good meat here"

Francesca agrees with Marion.

There are not only stews, but also salads and a few side dishes to accompany, the bread is also fuzzy and completely different from what was served until last year. And it's freshly baked.

I can hear the students around me eating happily. Aristocratic warrants, boys and girls who are fed even though they are courtiers, and rice is a pleasure in school life.

"Same goes for the ingredients, but the flavoring is even better than last year... I also use plenty of spices of good value..."

Arthur says so and turns his gaze to Joshua, who sees Emma flattening out of her main meat to a man as Nico.

... Rumor has it that the Rotosilt family made a substantial donation to the school? If the use of that donation is for Emma's rice, my alumni rivals may be a formidable foe.

When Emma and the others started tongue-in-cheek for a memorial meal in the dining room... Robert was furious in the demonology class.

"What? Why aren't you there? Keep that rude mouth shut. No apologies?

Robert couldn't seem to concentrate at all without getting frustrated during the class, so he waited a little while until the teacher left the classroom and couldn't hear his footsteps before heading to the back seat where Emma and the others were trying to tell him even one of the complaints.

But there was no one there already.

"Hey! You there! Where did Emma Stewart go!

"Ha ha. I left the classroom immediately after class!

A seemingly feeble warrant answers Robert's question trembling.

"So you're telling me you ran away with no fear to me!?

"What do you think? When I left the classroom, I was a little flirty...... didn't I feel well?

A sickly warrant answers as he remembers what it was like when he left the classroom.

"That's what happens because you undergo magic by the habits of a han woman. Blood-smelling classes about today are everyday tea meals, right?

Slime does a lot of damage whenever it appears. Tragic stories were also told in class.

This is why the woman... I wish I could keep my mouth shut...

"However, even if the Second Prince likes me and I'm in good shape, I'm weak, weak"

If you want to change your mind, can I protect you? No, I got a rude mouth on this Robert Lance, he deserves the retaliation he deserves.

"Whoa, whoa, that's a word! Dear Robert!"

A few warrants rise to a bad mouth for Emma.

"Miss Emma is not in good shape! Miss Emma is a very shy, gentle, angelic child."

"That's right! I'm not weak on that!

"Hang on. Are you nuts? You guys. I just took a class right now, you were flirting, weren't you? See?"

Robert talks to the seemingly feeble boy again.

"Ha ha... it looked like he was walking supported by his brothers..."

Georg and William supported Emma for a moment before she left the classroom. He may have looked a little pale, too.

Before class, William hurt his wound... and he broke in like an arbitration, but maybe it really hurt...?

Explain to Robert at short notice.

"Oh, my God."

The warrant that sheltered Emma says with one bad face.

"See, weak, weak!

I see Robert laughing like he won, and the mouth of the warrant slips.

"Because Miss Emma's face wounds are caused by slime! Miss Emma was attacked by a slime a year ago and she was dying! In today's class, I can't help feeling ill!

The majority of the warrants that sheltered Emma knew more about the situation than the demons and the aristocracy of the remote king's capital with the warrants of the borderline aristocracy close to Palace.

There have also been rumours in the Wang capital that the prince was sheltered and wounded, but many do not know that the demon has anything to do with it.

Of course, I have submitted a report on the local junction hazard, but few people in the less interested Wang capital prefer to read it.

There's a big scar on the girl's face, the warrants who know the circumstances didn't have to say anything, but she wants to shelter Emma unintentionally, her mouth slips.

"Ho? Those ugly scars... on the slime?

Nitah...... and an unpleasant grin on Robert's face.

The breath warrant that slipped my mouth blocks my mouth with my hand that it's gone, but it's slow. I taught Emma's trauma.

"Hey! Brian! Brian!"

I kick my desk reluctantly, rambling a boy who had a blast of sleep before class started.

"Hmm? Dear Robert... Class... shall we begin?

In a fallen asleep voice, a boy called Brian looks at Robert and freaks out.

Last year, last year, I've had a nasty grin I remember a long time ago.

Only Brian, a childhood friend, knows what that means.

This is my face when I found a new toy.

Robert keeps playing stubbornly until the toys break.

Who the fuck is this year's toy?

Poor thing......

"Brian, let's go. I've come up with something good."