Tanaka family, reincarnated.

"Nyah! Nah! Nah!

The Stewarts, who also completed five dresses and ended up having a busy week, had been lenient with the cats in their family reunion room for the first time in a long time.

"?? Lew, what's going on?

Lew, who has been making a lot of noise for a long time, is complaining about something to his family, even though he should have calmed down in this world.

"Nyah! Nah!

………… Huh? "

Emma shrugs her ear about what Lew is saying for worried William. Cat language is hard to hear unless you concentrate. The most important thing is Nori and love.

"Sister, is Lew okay? Didn't you say you had a stomachache or something?

…………

"Sister?

"Nyah! Nah! Nah!

Contrary to Emma, who is silent, Lew is also complaining. When she heard about Lew, Emma turned to her family shaking at her unpleasant hunch.

"Dear Mother... of... look at the letter...? Is that it?"

… Melsa is traveling to the Empire.

The letters to Melsa have been put together and put inside a box dedicated to Melsa's study desk, but it would be about any of the letters in it.

Hurry up and ask Martha to bring every box.

All invitations to tea parties and nightclubs that reach the Stewart family come in tons of letters in the box because it is up to Melsa to decide whether or not to participate.

Since Melsa's departure, once Leonardo had confirmed and rushed to reply, she had sent it out instead, but was there something wrong?

Check one or one open letter from the top by splitting it up with the family.

"Father, this invitation to the Tea Party is early next week, but your mother is still an empire, isn't she?

Show your father William's invitation from the Marquis' house over here.

"Oh, this is Melsa's absence, so I'm sending her an immediate no."

"So, Father, what's your request for a donation from this church?

"Hmm? Oh, this is the one Joshua told me to turn into 1/10 trying to send 100 gold coins. Anyway, I can't reduce my forehead in the next month because it's coming next month and again... Can't I have 100 gold coins per month?

………………

"Father, please don't ever judge me alone at times like this again, okay?

Georg gives his father a serious favor.

It's the Stewart family that finally has a life where they can eat their rice full, but if they fail to monitor Leonardo, they instantly become poor.

Now that my mother is not here, I must not let my father hold my purse.

Whether the Stewarts made a large donation or a new church was ever built, the slums never ran out. Joshua said the donation would not do much for the people with the necessary expenses to avoid trouble.

I have no objection to the three brothers who were ex-Japanese with dim faith. Don't sneak up on God who doesn't touch you.

The large number of letters was also the last one in less than an hour if we all saw it.

"Hmm? That? Is this envelope the only one that hasn't been opened?

"Hmm?"

"Does that mean it was at the bottom that Melsa arrived the day she went out? Maybe he hasn't seen it in the morning, huh?

Melsa's decision to go to the Empire was a bummer the next morning because it was midnight the day before.

No wonder I put the letter that arrived in the morning without a firm check.

"………………………………………………………………………………………"

William with the last letter slowly rotates the letter to show off the wax.

"Ah."

"Ah."

"Ah."

The black wax like ink dripping was a letter from the royal family.

"What shall we do.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... This is an invitation to a night club............ tomorrow night!!

Hurry up and check inside, and the Stewart family had also received an invitation to a nightclub that could be said to have caused trouble for embroidery class friends and Hannah.

"Royal Invitation........................ Cancer Ignored!?

It had been nearly a week since the letter arrived.

Will this be so bad in aristocratic society?

Martha and the servants scream as they watched the fears grow around them.

Confirmation of plans for tomorrow night, confirmation of cosmetics, confirmation of the carriage, immediate reply to the royal family and preparation of letters.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Ah............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... The Stewarts will definitely participate... because"

"" "You're a tyrant!

Your Majesty's impotence is terrible.

There is no such thing as a nobleman who refuses an invitation from the royal family, but I have never heard him deliberately specify it in an invitation.

"I don't have Emma's dress!!!!

Martha, who was running for confirmation, comes to report with a blue face.

Last weekend's nightclub dress was made in a hurry, and this week, I'm not even thinking about Emma's dress with the help of a friend in embroidery class or Hannah's.

"Ah! Any of them, try on a dress for Master Francesca or the twins or Master Marion..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I can think of Georg all the time, but Francesca and Marion are too different in style from Emma. The twins are closer in style than the two of them, but have made it a slightly more exposed design.

"By the end of the night.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................?

It is a bitter decision for the family.

"I can't... I don't... Never!

Emma categorically refuses.

They're all talking about Emma's dress.

"No, but Emma........."

Leonardo speaks to Emma so she can forgive me, but she doesn't move. No, I can't move.

"Hey... I can't do it either!

I apologize to William for looking sorry.

"But tomorrow, you're not gonna make it from scratch, are you? I also have makeup and hair ready...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

On the knees of Leonardo, Georg, Emma and William each had a cat on their head and slept feeling good.

It was in a family reunion room where I just placed a corner rabbit carpet so I could take my shoes off specially and sit on the ground, and while I was checking my letters to Mersa, the cats were gobbling and sweet and I put my head on my knees, and I started sleeping.

Sometimes it's been late to get home this past week, and the cats dere couldn't stop this day.

Will I be able to avoid my beloved cats sleeping with a gobbling throat sounding good, or not? There's no way I can.

"Mr. Kormei.................."

Emma strokes behind Cormay's ear.

"Munya pussy... Nah..."

He responds with his sleeping words with his happy nose. Lovely.

Happiness to have your cat on board. It's been that way for a long time, but no matter how long you want to go to the bathroom, you can't let go of your legs, no matter how paralyzed they are.

"Ugh cute............ Ugh cute"

Whether your bladder bursts or the same dress and shadow mouth slapped by the noblemen attending the night club, it's hard to resist the happiness of your beloved cat throbbing at your own knees.

As time passed mercilessly, the sound of four giant cats pounding their throats in full swing.