"... hmm? What the hell is that kid?

The five children who returned were about 13-14 years old from around the age of 10. There are three boys and two girls.

"You're wearing good clothes... Why is this kid here? Hey, Shelly, if I suck, they think I kidnapped you, and we're all criminal slaves, how could I not stop you! Who brought you here!!

The oldest, leader-like boy in this group changed his blood phase and yelled so, but the oldest of the voicemail teams, a girl called Shelley, shook her head as she sifted.

"... I came myself. This is the kid on the other side."

"Huh..."

The leader's boy made an incredible face, but Shelley should understand the danger, and although the child has a slightly floating outfit and pretty face and hands and feet, others generally blend in with everyone else. The expression also doesn't look down on everyone, it feels that it is a completely reciprocal position.

"... but whatever this kid is, it's over when his parents yell at him. No matter how much you are abused, it would be a shame if someone you know saw your child with us, so they could have taken us away..."

"My parents aren't here, and the guy who picked them up told me to go here."

…………

The leader's boy, who heard Shelley, thought, 'Apparently, the "person who picked it up" and they're just making themselves clean because they won't have trouble wandering around the side with fleas and leaflets gushing, and they're not going to take care of this kid properly'. That was something I couldn't help but think about.

"... well. I'm Malloy, and I'm a stapler here. Come visit me anytime!

After just a few thoughts, I told Layette, that's the leader boy I spoke to.

Apparently, you accepted Layette.

And after playing with all the orphans for even longer, it seems that Layette decided to pull them off when she saw the elders begin to support their meals.

"Today, I'm leaving already. Thanks for playing!

That's what I said to everyone, just, and Running away, Layette.

Perhaps if I were here any longer, the orphans would share the scarce food with me as well, and I felt so sorry for that.

... Or did you just think that a meal made by a caorle would be much better than a meal that would only be a little crappy here...

Anyway, I thought, 'I don't have anywhere else to go,' Shelley's 'Huh? Huh?' It was Layette, who would return lightly after a bewildered voice......

"It feels like... Juta, Roche, Shelley, they're all good people!

"Yeah, yeah, good luck, Layette! Well, at that rate, good luck tomorrow!

"Ugh!!

"Francette, how'd it go?

"Yes, he seemed to have fun with the orphans. Nothing has changed, and as Emile and the others have investigated, we all thought they were quite honest for the sake of the situation..."

"Thanks. So shall we end this time tomorrow? Later, Layette goes to play of her own free will, regardless of the assignment. It's not the job you're ordered to do, it's what you want to do..."

"Yep..."

Fransette also had a slightly gentle eye.

Actually, the fucking serious, unfriendly, hard-headed francette was never hated, but there wasn't much of a friend I could talk to about it. Nothing, it doesn't mean it doesn't look good...

And the next night, Caorle said, 'Those kids, they passed. Now that I know I'm just qualified to help you if anything happens, I'm done with the investigation, "said Layette, who looked a little shadowed on her expression, but after that, Layette, who sparkled her face at Caorle's words," So you can play with those kids whenever you want, "sometimes went to the orphans to play alone.

... Of course, at that time, Francet or Emile are hiding and serving as escorts.

That overprotective caorle couldn't have let Layette go out on her own.

And today, Francette was the escort's turn.

As usual, the francette sits on the branches of a tree that you have become familiar with.

Emile seems to be using the same place, with the hands applied to make each of them more comfortable, and has been devised with various things, such as a protrusion that hooks the water bottle, or a little shredding the branches to make it easier for them to sit.

... It's like "My Secret Base" made by a child.

If the season changes and this leaf begins to fall, we have to look for another surveillance location. Not as cold a breeze as possible, a good place......

"Ugh... My stomach..."

Francet is a knight. Therefore, meals and uncleanness during old escorts and security assignments were left to others only in the meantime or temporarily replaced by replacement personnel. Nothing, because I'm not on assignment alone, and it was normal for me to have proper replacement personnel waiting.

Yes, like a ninja, I wasn't trained to eat and drink or go unclean during the mission, etc., so whatever the diet was, hydration and… and drainage were necessary.

And there have been several rows in this assignment.

"It's a river plain, so it's a good prospect and there's no shade nearby..."

With a bump and a grunt, Francette headed a little further away.

Though I don't know how old I am in the second half of Alasser, and even though I've done that many times in my outdoor behavior, it was just, it was a bit arrogant where it could be noticed.

... Especially the 'big one' or something...

But now Francette was not worried about the orphans at all, and she thought that there was nothing to be said about ten minutes or away from the surveillance site there. The caorle is unusually worrying.

Yes, just like many 'those who regret it later with sweet thoughts and caution'......

"There he is, that's him!

When Layette, as usual, was playing with the remaining group of young orphans, the two adults approached her and suddenly rushed over to say so.

"Attack initiated!

The rest of the leader, Shelley, shouted so without hesitation, and the orphans who heard it stopped working perfectly until then, squeezing in and squeezing a stone the right size in both hands. And when you throw the stone on your right hand toward the adults thoughtfully, you take the stone on your left hand and throw it again.

Crouch, pick up the stone, throw twice, crouch again.

Six orphans other than Layette, as if they had trained over and over,... no, they would actually be training..., keep throwing stones over and over again. It's a river plain, so I don't have any trouble replenishing stones (balls).

Kidnapping to be illegal slaves and comforters.

It's half funny, and it's a game-like feeling to haunt or kill.

He probably practiced many times in preparation for those damages, which was a fairly controlled attack for young children between the ages of four and eight.

In people of this age, running away is no match for an adult's feet. It will be easy to capture and take away the targeted child. So I would have decided to bet everything on throwing stones, which can defeat adults even with the help of children, depending on where they hit. At any rate, failure does not increase the number of people who can be captured. It would be best to capture one child by one adult, and it would be difficult to hold two children in alone.

"Damn, you kids!

Many shots of stone thrown hit the adults, but with both arms covering their heads, to the extent that they hit their hands, feet and torso from the top of their clothes, the power of young children could not give them as much power as they could to fracture or coma adults.... was sufficient to inflict considerable pain...

It wasn't a lot of distance, and the rushing adults quickly reached the kids, beating them up and kicking them out of their minds and snatching their fighting power in a flash.

It wasn't enough to die, but it was clearly an excessive attack to add to a young child, as bad as fractures and sequelae might remain. This greatly reduces the value, even if you grab it because of it. As a kidnapper, I'm only shallow.

Layette was not a part of the stone-throwing, so she was not assaulted, she just stood there stunned.

"All right, you got rid of the interrupters. So let's say we catch the prey for the request!

Here, finally, Layette noticed.

That the purpose of the adults is not the orphans, but themselves.

Sure, I'm wearing the best clothes in this, it's clean, it's going to sell high.

Then the prey narrows to one of its own and ensures that it grabs one of the two adults who is likely to sell the most expensive.

So I don't care if the other kids die or get hurt badly. So I guess I punched him out of the blue and kicked him in the ass. Strong to the point of needlessness, in return for the pain caused by stone throwing.

"Rururu..."

Layette stripped her fangs (if she did).

Yes, I used to bite Francet's neck muscle and hit him hard, that fang......