Tanaka family, reincarnated.

I want Slam City.

Emma was the king in what could be described as the darkness of the king's capital.

With the development of the infrastructure through the coup, children of young age were left to work in the midst of the many people who got out of the slam with more work mouths and a total life.

The little ones manage to connect their lives by the cookouts carried around by high-ranking aristocrats once a week.

"Soo Slam Street!!!? What are you talking about?

"Your Majesty, I became friends with Slam's children a few weeks ago. They're all very hungry... and if your friends are in trouble, I want to help them."

Why is Emma surprised? and answer the king in wonder.

Now that Harold gets the salary from the Rotosilt Chamber of Commerce and the Stewart family turns an easy job on the kids, there are no kids left to cry hungry.

But, look, I didn't lie to you because it was a few weeks ago, and Emma excuses herself.

"Make me hungry! But there would be nobles in Slam Street doing cookouts once a week, right?

The king never took himself to Slam Street because of his busy administration and security anxiety.

I have only a glance at the cookout report, which is submitted monthly, and I have information far from the current state of affairs.

Emma sighs at the king's words.

Towards the king, the sigh is so disrespectful, but Piscilli and nervousness run into the nightclub hall.

Just one, the Duke of Hilda Sullivan, sitting on a luxurious sofa placed at the edge of the hall, laughs with much satisfaction.

Emma's sigh resembled that of Hilda, known as the ghost of manners, and of Melsa, who had been grim from day to day.

Instead of nobility, that sigh that freezes even the king and.

"Your Majesty. People eat rice every day. Why do people in slums think it's okay to cook out just once a week? Guys, you're no different than us, are you? How many meals do you think we eat a day?

Emma is outraged by the lack of imagination of those who have no hungry experience, those who do not have to worry about starving. Hunger is harder than anything.

The venue is also lined with luxurious cuisine. Now so that the nobles, who are not hungry, can carry it in their mouths as normal.

"No, the report states that cookouts provide enough food to live for a week......"

"Sometimes cookouts, they say, are offered only in quantities that, depending on the nobility they do, do not even reach everyone with a cup of soup.

"Huh?"

"That's for a week............?

"Well, such a report... take it..."

"Of course, we have heard that some aristocrats cook well enough to eat for a week. But the day I first visited the slum, all the kids were hungry, even right after the cookout."

I recall Hugh saying that the amount of rice varies completely from nobleman to nobleman.

Some aristocrats give warm cookouts and the rest of the week's food divided into bags for one day at a time so that even children can understand.

But they say that few days in the summer can be eaten satisfactorily as a result of how they are allowed to rot or even be taken away by adults in the winter.

"Yeah? Wait a minute!! Emma, you went to Slam Street!? Isn't it dangerous?

Both the king and the nobles around him marvel at Emma's words.

I've never heard of a countess going to Slam Street.

Earlier you said you were friends with a slum child, that you didn't let the starving poor child come to the aristocratic district, but that Emma herself had visited the dangerous slum district.

The venue where Emma and the king were breathing into each other's conversation stood in disgrace.

He could not have gone to Slam Street, so sick and weak that even the noble lady making the cookout would not have stepped in without escort.

It's just, it's too dangerous.

"Dangerous? They were all very sweet kids, weren't they?

Emma answers properly. Nothing terrible happened.

I just went in an unfortunate outfit that doesn't normally seem aristocratic, but neither the King nor the aristocracy can think of that.

"Oh, no, huh? You put on a proper escort, didn't you? You didn't get attacked, did you?

Confirm to Leonardo even though the King has a healthy Emma in front of him.

Both Rose and Prince Edward look worried.

"... No, we do not wear escorts. Seems like the three brothers were there alone..."

"" "" What?

Instead of escorting, just the three kids to Slam Street? The venue flaunts Leonardo's words.

Even Hilda, who sat gracefully, stood up.

I didn't ask for more information about how I kept Emma, but I never thought I would have done that.

"Hey, hey, my God!! Count Leonardo, isn't that important?! You know the slums are insecure, don't you? Isn't it too late for something to happen!

The Count Stewart family… there is an atmosphere of accusation in the venue as to what the hell kind of education they are educating.

"Don't worry! I scolded you firmly. I picked myself up immediately. But, well, the point is, they're all human beings. If you're not a demon, Georg, you can protect your sister and brother."

Say Leonardo. In which air, I actually stayed overnight in a slum! I understood what I shouldn't have said.

In fact, Georg has a complicated look on his father's words because Georg may have been triggered by his being slaughtered by demons.

Dear Sister Emma......... After all, you're a genius that makes things worse, and William is holding on to a bumpy and painful temple.

"Sire, if you know the slums are insecure, why aren't you doing anything? The hungry children live in that dangerous place, don't they?

The king says not to go to a dangerous place, but isn't it this country that left the dangerous place unattended?

Emma gets angry not convinced that she's gone from talking about the prize to being angry and developing into mode for some reason.

I know you're poking where it hurts.

Why aren't you done with this job?

My boss used to scold me back in OL.

People, no time, even working until they are hello, are rarely praised. Even business that falls behind between working with bums comes out.

For the most part, it can be a little cumbersome or something that I don't know where to start.

I know how hard it is to compare the king's businessmanship to a company employee, but why should I blame him? Emma's words, unreasonably cut backwards, stabbed Gusari and the king in the chest.

"............ right? I... I'm sorry. Slam Street should not be in this country. I couldn't be satisfied with the letters on the paper in the report."

"Your Majesty, I know that Your Majesty is working so hard for the people that I cannot imagine it every day. I just want to help your friend. Would you like to help me with the tiny self-satisfaction of my little world?

To the bending king, I hope Emma wants Slam City again.

A girl wants to help a slum city that hesitates to even get its hands on in the country......

"Whoa, in your words, Your Majesty!! (i) It is unprecedented, such as giving the Count a territory within the King's City, albeit in Slam Street! Moreover, I cannot bear to be told that way the cooking of the goodwill of our noble nobles!

Some nobles were not comfortable with the Stewart family getting their hands on support to Slam Street.

Sometimes over the past few weeks, nobles have told me they stink and hate Harold and the kids when they realize how to get them to paint in front of Joshua's shop and help them make dresses.

Sometimes nobles who felt they were being kettled into their work harassed little by little, and Emma wanted a slum city because she wanted to be free from the annoyance of that kind of thing.

"I also know what your lord is trying to say. But I don't think Emma's lying. I will find out about the cookout responsibly in the royal family"

"Huh? No? Oh no... I can't believe I'm looking into it... you don't have to go that far..."

Momentum is weakened in the man holding his mouth with the Mogo Mogo.

Meanwhile, suddenly hostile at a strong pace, Emma tries to stay calm by shaking her shoulders and looking at Rose's breasts gunning for healing.

Let's make another off-shoulder dress like tit peeling when we first met. I swear firmly to my heart that for my healing...

"Emma. Are you sure the reward is good in Slam Street? Just so we're clear, it's hard to save them, huh? It will cost you money, and you may not be thankful. I might buy some weird resentment and meet some dangerous eyes. Are you sure about that?

It is not numbing as a king to let a girl who is trembling just because she has been turned to words like that just now carry a load that is too heavy.

I call my hungry little child a friend and I feel like my beautiful heart that I wish to help won't break or get dirty, something that endangers Emma that prioritizes people in need over me.

"Your Majesty. I want Slam Street. I believe that everyone has the right to a healthy, cultural minimum of rice and snacks. My Stewart family has the power to give it enough. I don't have the power, but I don't have the choice to use it."

Healthy,

cultural,

Minimum,

rice;

Snacks.

………… Snacks?

to the Japanese Constitution ooh!!! Behind the subtle expressions of William and Georg screaming all the time in their hearts, the words of mercy that came out of the girl's mouth had a strong impact on the noble heart of the nightclub venue.

Even a lord felt like giving up that he had no choice but to some extent to have a starving inhabitant.

He said it was impossible to save all the inhabitants.

Yet the shuddering girl on stage let [anyone] go, shaking her shoulders in front of the king.

After that, a savvy word that I don't think is 12 years old.

That gaze felt a strong will.

Every day, I seemed to catch a glimpse of not failing to make efforts for people.

He wore a pure white dress and glorified the king with a clean heart......

"The Virgin..."

From all over the venue, he squeals with a pussy and no one else.

In this world, the Virgin is like God.

Without the permission of the Church, a name is not allowed.

But if that girl is not a Virgin, who the hell says she is...

"That's right! The Virgin!"

"Countess Emma Stewart is a Virgin!

The little whine becomes a word of certainty and spreads.

We need to mimic the Virgin and strive to ensure that the inhabitants of our own territory can eat healthy, culturally minimal rice and snacks without starvation!

Some aristocrats are disgusted by some, but Emma's words affect many aristocrats, and the venue is engulfed with excitement that it is precisely here that we begin and go to a country without the hungry.

"Virgin Emma Stewart. From the kingdom, let us reward the slum city of the king's capital."

The venue's stiffness also enters the king's ear, and the words of praise are told to Emma.

"Eww Sex Woman!!!? Damn (didn't you just see Lady Rose's tits!?) No! I can't believe I'm a sex woman!! Please stop!

How dare you say that to the girl you want. This king!!

Emma denies it with all her body spirits.

It's too harsh to treat people like this in a place full of nobles.

"No, Emma is the Virgin of the Kingdom. There's no such thing as you."

The king overlaps words on the girl who humbly denies that the Virgin...

A sex woman in the kingdom!! He said no kid like me would look at Master Rose's tit cancer!?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

... That's not what I meant, Your Majesty! Do you say that much because you complained a little bit?

The appearance of Emma, waving her head with a boom, seemed exactly the true Virgin, who did not do any good to be humble and conspicuous even to the nobles throughout the venue.

"Your Majesty, Emma is pathetic for being so prominent. It's good to say that Emma will give you the prize just the way she wants it to."

Worried about Emma as Rose began to sweat sloppily and coldly, she proceeded to protect her from the sight of kings and nobles and hugged Emma cuddly.

"Right. I'm sorry, Emma. This concludes the prize ceremony. Put on some music, guys, and have a great time today."

Having decided to indulge in Rose's tits, Emma left herself to the abundant elasticity of pushing herself against the cunt, no more... no more sex women...

".................. Sister...... The Virgin is reincarnated in another world... how badly did you flag her..."

"Emma... he really didn't mean it, did he?

William mourns his face at the bumps and even more painful temples.

Georg takes off his hat full of troublemakers for his sister, ignoring the story of the prize that originally started by accident of his own.

"Uh, Emma's an angel, but she's also a Virgin."

Ung Un and Leonardo nod satisfactorily.

Emma finally freed herself from the stage, resentful of Georg. Angry with the look on her face.

"Brother Georg, please hold on to Ho, Len and Soo next time"

"... I'm sorry"

"... but, well, we got Slam Street well... good for you"

Underneath that slum street, there are a crowd of rare mushrooms that serve as raw materials for Harold's ink.

If you make it self-governing, you can make raw materials and ink. Harold will belong to the Stewart family.

From now on, only the Stewarts will have the right to that ink.

There is no antitrust law in this country.

The Virgin............ only two brothers and younger brothers saw Emma laugh with a far worse smile.