Heavenly Castle

To the heavy Leticia dialogue, Eira leans down with a grieving face. Different questions must have arisen about the fractional dialogue, but I can't hear them.

And I said, "Why? I couldn't ask."

No matter what you think, there is no good future ahead of Leticia's choices. It's a choice that won't save anyone.

But I probably had to.

As I thought so and pressed silently, Yuri opened her mouth.

"Did you sell yourself and satisfy the children's hunger for a moment...... I lose my mind in that behavior and readiness, but as far as I'm concerned, I can't help but question it. Well, how could you not have made any other choice? I think there were various means to work and get wages, to recruit new donors, and so on. Above all, if Caristocracy were to make charity good for the underprivileged, would it have had different consequences if it had offered assistance to other churches as well".

And I heard lightly that Yuri was hard to hear. Sure, it's important, but I can't believe Leticia's been selling her body all this time. You don't know what to look like when we talk about it.

But Leticia answers Yuri's question with a dark face.

"... in Caristocracy, you basically can't go out and work. There were countless times when I pleaded with the priest to ask for assistance from a church in another town, but it didn't tie in with the result. Even to increase donations, this country is not much because of the high value of money..."

Unable to say until the end, Leticia lowered her eyes clouding her words. I see tears glowing in my thin lap and my eyes, making me feel heavier.

Leticia also tried desperately to do all sorts of things, but in the meantime, she couldn't stand the children dying?

If you've had such a hell of a day, maybe you certainly don't want to go back inside that city.

Secondly, new questions arise there. After Leticia.

"... If you were sold as a slave, why are you here? How did you escape?"

"Yes, yes... and Aifa!? The way you say it..."

I heard Aifa Zuba instead with the question that came to my mind. But I stuck it in too thoughtful a way to ask.

What a direct ball.

But Leticia didn't even look concerned, and nodded as she wiped her eyes.

"Ah, yes. I became a slave and was sold at a slave shop. Because of the rarity of being a slave to a former nun, the next day I had an aristocratic buyer and I was forced to get in touch with him. The clothes remained a robe, a monastic outfit, for some reason...... or they were physically examined, cleansed beautifully and put in a carriage. Apparently, a fairly superior nobleman bought it, and the destination was the back of the aristocratic district, so it took time for the process to go through the inner castle gate"

"That's where you ran off"

When Aifa heard, Leticia obscured.

"... that the slave trader is more murdered... multiplied by that confusion..."

"Killed? A slave."

"Yes, no... I'm talking about a mercenary who enslaved his family cleared his grudge. Apparently he was a pretty bad merchant, and when he found someone who was going to sell high, he sometimes enslaved him in a way that was critical to the law..."

With Leticia's heavy past stories, her regret for coming to this country grows.

I should have made it a brighter and more enjoyable country. No, it looked like a very interesting street for me to see on a telescopic camera.

"I was a debt slave, so I only had a temporary contract with a slave trader. Very rarely, and because I was dressed as a nun, I was able to escape outside the city, but I can only say that my luck has really overlapped."

Watch Leticia say that quietly, and I snort as much as I can be.

"So these kids were the orphans who took care of them"

"There are only five orphan children I have brought with me. The rest had eight children, but that number would work out at the church, so I stopped because I thought it was safer than outside the city. All the other children were lost on the streets outside this city."

"What, outside the city?

Surprise, look at the kids. Obviously there are more than fifteen people, but does that mean that, with the exception of the first five, we already have more than ten people to protect outside the city?

"... Could it be that it's been years since you started living here?

Asked that, Leticia figured out what I was trying to say, she shook her neck left and right, laughing like she was in trouble, stroking the head of the child who put her next to her.

It's a scratchy, falling child. He's still asleep, but his pulse was steady, so he'll be fine.

With the child sideways, Leticia opens her mouth.

"No, it hasn't been a year yet...... there are so many people in and out of this city that many get lost on the streets for that matter. Unfortunately, some people make the choice of abandoning a child who becomes a foothold and embarking on a new journey rather than starving to death for the whole family. Parents who sell their children as slaves are also good..."

"Parents make their children..."

"It's a sad story, but there are as many stories in other countries as there are about child muttering and selling to slave traders"

As she heard it and shut her mouth, Leticia laughed, exhaling. Leticia smiles tenderly as she tilts her neck and looks at the look.

"You're kind, aren't you? How far away from the general public is a senior aristocrat from being so moved by stories of slavery and lip service? Yet you see slaves and orphans like us as the same people… If we are all like you, then this country must also be…"

Leticia said so lonely, laying her eyes down.

Letticia and the others left the house and I sighed deeply.

With money, it's easy to help. But that doesn't make it a fundamental solution.

"... let's just get back inside the city. I've always wanted to know about this country."

So he shrugged and looked back, and everyone nodded with a serious look.