"So this ink was poured out in front of your friend's shop?
Georg and William also woke up, so I'll talk to Harold about the ink.
"It was bright red ink. No matter how hard I rub it, it doesn't fade at all and I'm in trouble. Is there any good way?
"Red... it's the same color as the ink I gave the noble kid when I cooked it... I'm sorry, I can't erase that ink. All the pictures drawn here use the same ink, but instead of fading, they don't seep, do they?
In a room with a collapsed wall, the paintings that should have been exposed to the rain wind are in excellent preservation. I hoped there would be some way, but it seems impossible to erase the ink.
"The one who stole the ink and smashed it into Joshua's shop... knew the killer..."
I remember meeting someone who behaved like this recently.
Georg and William have the same face.
"Where does this ink come from?
It was unexpected that ink that could not be found in the shopping district or in the Minmin district could be found in various colors in the slum district. Maybe it's made in a foreign country.
"You bet I didn't sell it anywhere, because I made it."
Harold makes me proud to show you the ink. All have vivid liquid ink in simple containers.
"Handmade!? Mr. Harold's?
No way. Beyond handmade levels. I've never even seen ink that keeps a vibrant color without disappearing so much.
"I used to live by painting while wandering, but it's more expensive than earning money. I had no choice, so I did a lot of work on my own, and I started trying things from one end to the other. Well, lately, I'm just graffiti on the wall, taking care of the kid here without wandering around."
Harold laughs like nothing, but with the sudden economy, the people who can work couldn't leave the children left behind as they leave the slums.
Living alone, this favorite Ikeozi is trying to save all the children in the slums, according to Hugh, even though he would never fall so thin. Don't worry about yourself later.
"If you don't have anywhere to go, you can stay here. I'm old enough to work right away, and I can teach you how to read and write."
After seeing the clothes and Emma's scars full of three brothers, Harold says he'll take care of them even more.
"No, we're fine!
Georg answers in a hurry.
"Really? You don't have to, do you?
Looks like you're in so much trouble... You don't have to be shy about Harold, or the kids around you? What a voice you get.
The smell of poverty once stained may be hard to come off.
Each of the three brothers looks at each other and twists his neck. I'm worried that my friends at school will think this brother stinks of poverty.
Is that it?
For a moment, the light from the collapsed surface of the wall is blocked.
... shhh.
After noticing that someone had entered the room with a faint landing sound, everyone looked towards the sound.
There was a beast big enough to block the light...
"Huh????
"Fucking monster!!
"Wow!! A monster?
The children scream at the big beast that suddenly appears.
It's impossible for humans to jump in to a place where the walls collapse without considering the height of the third floor.
Speaking of slums, the children who live in King's Landing have never encountered such a big beast. I want to run away, but I can't move like I'm frozen.
Yann ♪
When the big beast finds the three brothers, it goes straight ahead.
Even though it's so big, it moves almost without footsteps.
"Whoa, look out! Come here! Come here! Run!"
Harold noticed and reached out to the three brothers, but he couldn't make it.
The beast reaches its three brothers in an instant. The three brothers shouted at the beast.
"" Mr. Komei!?
Yann ♪
The big beast was Komei, a tri-haired cat, as he started snoring his throat near Emma.
"Why are you out there?
I asked while stroking the cat that licked Emma's cheek, but there was no answer. I'm obsessed with finding Emma. Cute.
"Whoa? You all right? You all right?
Harold is afraid, but he's getting closer.
At first glance, it didn't look like the monster was attacking Emma, but the three brothers were stroking the monster with a smile.
"This is the cat I keep at home. It's called Mr. Komei."
William introduces Cormey to Harold, who is getting close.
Komei realized that she was talking about herself, and finally stopped licking Emma and turned to Harold.
"Yan!
"Mr. Comay says hello."
Emma interprets as she gets used to Harold.
"... a cat? No no no!! Is cat that expensive? What? No, but... I told you right now... no, but it's too big!
It is an extremely serious opinion.
The form is called a cat. The squealing was also a cat. It's just big.
"What's a cat?
"Cat?"
The existence of a cat that has become a super luxury pet is unknown to the children of the slums, so he makes a face asking Harold for an explanation.
"The richest animal in the world. I hear you can buy a house by yourself... but... it shouldn't be so big... just because I don't know?
The cat Harold knows is supposed to be about the size of a lap, and the cat in front of him is bigger than Emma.
"Luxury!? Wow!!
"A house!? Are you an animal? I don't know if I'm rich!
The children, who were relieved of their tension, approached to touch Comay.
"Whoa! Watch out! Don't get too close!
Harold, who still can't be sure he's a cat, has stopped the kids, but he's already surrounded Comay and started touching them.
"Fufufu!
"It's kind of ragged."
"Big but cute!
Mr Komei is very careful not to be touched by the children. I'm good at babysitting.
"But a luxury cat? How did Georg and the others get it? Did you steal it?
Hugh asks strangely.
Even if you say you have a luxurious cat, it doesn't seem that the three brothers are the countess's breath or the lady, and it doesn't seem to change that they are only poor.
"Mr. Comay was a wild cat, and there are three more."
"Wild cat? Is that like a wild dog?
It seems that wild dogs are common in the slums. In this world, dogs were often used in hunting, and they were familiar to ordinary people as pets.
"But, Mr. Comay? How did you get here?
Opening the door of the Mansion or jumping over the wall is before breakfast for Mr. Comay, but he promises not to go out, so Mr. Comay will never come here alone.
If the three brothers are in danger, the story is different, but they are all fine so far, and they are not suitable for dangerous eyes.
I have a bad feeling about Georg.
If Mr. Comay never came here alone, someone would have brought him here.
Only one person comes up with that.