The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

The next day.

I'm via Kayliss-kun, and I squeezed the two of them together that I'd been rubbing all night in the next room.

... I made it with Kaylis because I could rub it in which room would be with me, but this doesn't make any sense, does it?

I sighed deeply as I stepped on Reggie delighted with the long time I had been punished.

I bought the ingredients and household items yesterday, and I have nothing more to do in this city.

It's also troublesome to inadvertently find out who you are, so let's just say you leave this city.

While Kaylis, who left the inn, was picking up the carriage he had left in the carriage garage, the three of us were watching the streets of Norosse.

Then somehow, you realize the other street is noisy.

I thought you were doing it at some kind of event, but you slipped out and Reggie, with good eyesight, had a potpourri.

"... whats that. Kids are kicking ass."

To Reggie's words, me and Mr. Nelvia were stunned.

And if that's true, you can't leave it alone.

Getting away from the rendezvous place on your own is bad for Kaylis, but it's an emergency.

I petite tapped Reggie holding me and pointed in the direction of the noise going on.

"Uh, are you going to help?

When I nodded, Reggie answered the unwilling feeling of "um, okay," and then ran out pretty fast. Hey, hey! Run at a little more human-like speed!

We quickly arrived at the place where the noise was happening, where we saw a boy about ten years old being kicked and worn out by his little fat fruit shop uncle.

I stare at Mr. Nelvia, who has caught up somewhat late.

She just guessed my intentions with that or called out loud to the crowd.

"Come on, kid, what are you doing!

To Mr. Nelvia's voice, his uncle, who was kicking the kid, and the people around him look back at this one at once.

That's all the familiar Nelvia shriveled to say, "Ahhh......" But still, she kept saying the word about whether her sense of justice beat it.

"What the hell did that kid do...?

It was my aunt who was right around us who answered Mr Nervia's question.

"... he's an Imperial child."

"Son of an Empire...... is that all you do, do that trick!?

In response to Ms. Nelvia's reaction, her aunt scratched her head like a pain in the ass before pointing to the boy who was being kicked.

"Look, that identity. He's the one who's been“ emigrating ”from the Empire."

"... immigrants?

"You're the kid from the empire. That's what happens in the poor neighborhoods (slums) around the corner of the city. So part of it runs like a thief."

Immigrants…? I see.

Those who can no longer be in the Empire due to some circumstance flow into this city across the border, right?

There seems to be a lot of hassle going on in the city along the border you make.

And the kind of person who gets chased for his place in an empire, he either did something or he got stuck living...... Either way, he's only a troublemaker to the people of this city.

Naturally, you can't have a lot of money, so dye your hands in crime to live like this. He said he is then in a vicious circle of increasingly poor immigrant positions.

If you throw them in places like prisons, you'll be guaranteeing them food and shelter, which could be a devastating blow to the city's finances.

That's why I suppose you're dealing with, oh, doing it and letting it hurt and pushing you back to the slam.

The Empire and the Republic are allied relations, and on top of that, there are no restrictions placed on movement between each other's borders.

That's why we can't even reject them immigrants in a big way.

There is even remorse with the empire of the past, as in chasing it… there is nothing I can do about it.

... These complicated circumstances are my worst area, aren't they?

Magically blow it up and solve it, like is the easiest and most helpful thing to do...

"The Toretto in the neighboring town used to pick it up for me, but hey... now it's the elves, and it's not the other way around"

The aunt, who leaked such a grunt, frowned in surprise as she looked seriously at our faces again.

"By the way, aren't you people of the Republic?

Ah! Could this immigration issue have been common sense in the Republic!?

I can't believe Kayliss even exchanged it for me and faked my identity, but I dug the grave so lightly......!

No, well, I don't think there's a problem finding out because I'm already leaving the city, but I'm afraid I don't know where my tail will come back in the future.

Me and Reggie can't talk, so I was in a hurry and I was hoping that Nelvia would delude me into being good...

From behind us, the katsun, and the lofty shoe sounded.

"Master Brave says." There is no sin in the poor. There is no punishment for weakness. Reach out to your neighbor equally and look in the same direction. '"

We looked back in unison to the new voices we heard suddenly.

There, Kaylis stood, wearing a hat deep in his eyes and hiding his mouth with a red muffler.

There's a carriage parked right there, so he must have come after us, not at the rendezvous.

The phrase he just uttered... is probably a theory or something in the classics?

Fast-paced and crowd-sparking, he took a piece of gold from his nostalgia and threw it at the run-down boy to give it to him.

"Since it's bad for our lady's education, will you put this away for today?

As Kayliss turned her gaze to me with Chirali, everyone's gaze on the spot focused on me.

In the meantime, I activate Bishop Crucea's direct and star-studded contact forty-eight hands, 'Don't be abusive...' and incite your sympathy with a frightened look and tricks.

A boy who rounds his eyes while lying on the ground and an uncle in a fruit shop who lays his eyes down and sighs deeply.

Then my uncle pulled a gold coin from the boy's hand and packed it in a bag of fruit for a piece of gold coin and pressed it against the boy.

"... if you do the same thing again, I'll throw you in the elf forest."

The boy with the fruit in his hand often looked at it stunningly...... and quickly stood up and disappeared into a dim alley, dragging his feet.

Kayliss, who saw it through, said "... let's go" and walked over to the carriage with a quick leg, opens the carriage door.

When we follow him into the carriage so that we can escape "Oh, I'm sorry to bother you," Kaylis runs the horse as soon as possible.

...... For some reason, Kayliss-kun's side of manipulating the carriage seemed to seep through emotions that were neither angry nor sad.