Tanaka family, reincarnated.

"I mean, you think this ink was smashed in front of your friend's shop?

Georg and William are also up, so I'll talk to Harold about the ink.

"It was bright red ink. No matter how much I rub it, the color never drops at all, and I'm in trouble. Is there any good way?

"Red... that's the same color as the ink you did to the aristocratic kid when you cooked it... I'm sorry, I can't get rid of that ink. All the paintings here use the same ink, but instead of fading, it wouldn't even seep in, would it?

In a room with a broken wall on one side, the painting, which should be exposed to rainstorms, remains stunning preserved. I hoped there was some way, but it seems impossible to get rid of the ink.

"The guy who ketches the cookout, takes the ink and smashes it in Joshua's shop... one of the killers..."

I remember meeting someone in such a nasty behavior recently.

Both Georg and William have the same face that comes to mind.

"Where is this ink sold?

It was unexpected that ink, which could not be found in the shopping district or in the subordinate district, would be found in each color range in the slum district. Maybe it's foreign made.

"You've decided you're not selling anywhere, because I made this."

Harold makes me look proud to line up the ink. All have bright liquid ink in a simple bin.

"Handmade!? Mr. Harold's?

No way. It is beyond the level of handmade. Even though I've never even seen ink in my previous life that keeps it bright without disappearing so much.

"I was originally wandering around painting and living, but the paintings are more expensive than the money I earn. I had no choice but to make it myself, and then something got hacked and I started trying things from one end of the spectrum. Well, lately, I'm just graffiti on the wall looking after the kid here without wandering."

Laughing like nothing, Harold says, but in a sudden economy, I guess those who could work couldn't leave the children left behind as they walked out of the slam.

If you're going to live alone, you're not going to lose weight and fall into such a gullible, but this favorite Ikeoji manages to save every child in the slum, according to what Hugh tells you. I'll talk about myself later.

"You guys can live here if you don't have anywhere to go. It's going to be an immediate year of work, and I can teach you how to read and write."

Seeing clothes full of three brothers' twig haggis and Emma's scars, Harold tells them he will take further care of them.

"No, we're fine!

Georg answers in a hurry.

"Really? You don't have to do this, do you?

Do you look so troubled...... You don't have to hesitate not only to Harold, but to the kids that were gathering around you, do you? What a voice they call me.

Once stained, the poor smell may be hard to fall off.

Each of the three brothers looks at each other's faces and twists their necks. I get worried that my friends at school don't even think about this brotherly poor smell.

"Is that it?"

For a moment, light from the collapsed surface of the wall is blocked.

... Shin.

Noticed late that someone had broken into the room into a light landing tone, everyone turned to the sound.

There was a beast big enough to block the light...

"Huh???

"Become a monster!!

"Wow!! Ma demon??

The children scream at the big beast that suddenly appeared.

Human beings can't jump in to the collapse of the wall without taking the height of the third floor as one.

Slam, first of all, the children who live in the king's capital never come across a great beast this far. I want to run and run, but I can't move like I'm frozen.

"Nyah."

The big beast goes straight to the line as he aimed when he found the three brothers.

It's so big, it moves almost without footsteps.

"Whoa, you're in danger! Get over here! Run!"

Harold notices, reaches out to the three brothers, but he can't make it.

The beast reaches the three brothers in an instant. Three astonished brothers look at the beast and scream.

"" "Mr. Cormay!?

"Nyah."

I'm leaning over to Emma and starting to gobble my throat, the big beast was the three-haired cat Kormey.

"Why are you out there?

I'll ask Emma as she strokes the cat who licked her cheeks off the zari, but there's no answer. I find Emma and she's obsessed and sweet. Lovely.

"Whoa? Are you okay with this?

Harold's terrified, but he's getting closer.

At first glance, it doesn't even look like the monster was attacking Emma, but the three brothers were smiling and stroking the monster.

"This girl is a cat I own at home. I say Mr. Cormay."

William introduces Cormay to Harold, who is getting closer.

Cormay also finds herself talking and finally interrupts licking Emma and turns to Harold.

"Nyah!

"Mr. Cormay says hello."

Interpret how Emma is used to Harold.

"... cat? No, no!! Was the cat that big? Is that it? No, but... you said that right now... no, but you're too big!

It is the ultimate and utter opinion.

The form, when it comes to cats, is cats. The squeal is also cat. It's just big.

"What's a cat?

"Cat?"

I don't know the very existence of a cat that has become a super luxury product pet, the children of the slums, so I make a face that asks Harold to explain.

"It's one of the most expensive animals the rich keep. They say they can afford one house at a time... but... they shouldn't be this big... I just don't know?

Harold's known cat is supposed to be big enough to get on his knees and being called the cat in front of him is bigger than Emma.

"Luxury!? Awesome!!

"A house!? To an animal? I don't know how rich you are!

The tense melted children approach to touch Cormay.

"Whoa! It's dangerous! Don't go too far!

Still, Harold, unsure of the cat, stops the kids, but he's already surrounding Cormay and starting to touch them.

"Muffled!

"Something's going on."

"Big, but cute!

Mr. Cormay is being touched by the children, but still being taken care of. I'm good at babysitting.

"But a luxury cat? How did the Georgs get it? You stole it?

Hugh asks strangely.

Saying you have a fancy cat doesn't make the three brothers think of it as a warrant for the Count's house, a lady, and it doesn't change that you're only poor.

"Mr. Cormay was a wildcat, there are three more."

"Wildcat? Is that like a wild dog?

They often see wild dogs in slums. In this world, dogs were commonly used in hunting and familiar as common people's pets.

"But, Mr. Cormay? How did you get here?

Opening the mansion door or jumping over the wall is before breakfast for Mr. Cormay, but he promises not to go outside, so Mr. Cormay shouldn't be here alone.

Except for the story if the three brothers are in danger, but so far all three of them are fine, and they don't fit the dangerous eye.

I get a bad feeling about Georg.

If Mr. Cormay never gets here alone, someone brought him here.

There's only one person who can think of that.