The Tanaka Family Reincarnates

There was a Virgin.

She's still a little girl.

The sailor Jacob gently kisses the shadow of the nursing girl.

Not only Jacob, but all the patients who suffered from that abominable disease gently kissed the shadow of the girl who grew up at sunset.

No matter how many times I asked, I didn't get the medicine.

Sailors hired by a small chamber of commerce in a large port fall ill at the end of a long voyage.

If capital sailors become ill because only a strong body without learning, the money earned will be immediately bottomed out.

That disease is depressing.

Those who smiled and spoke until yesterday began to distance themselves.

That disease won't heal.

The days of despair begin when smiles disappear from your beloved family.

With the loss of the Great Kuroku pillar, life that was not rich is suddenly in distress.

Slowly wait for death while the meal is not satisfactory.

I gave up living.

There was no hope anywhere.

In the dark, just wait for the darkness, the pain, the death.

... it was supposed to be...

All of a sudden, men under the command of a shameless boy show up and are put on a carriage as expensive as they have ever been on, carrying the whole family in need to a noble city they have never set foot in before.

Clean beds in guided mansions through large gates.

The unclean body is cleansed, the open old wounds are healed, the hungry bellies are filled, and rather the body is healed, even the broken heart.

I only knew the rumors.

There's a Virgin in King's Landing.

At first, it was spread around merchants, especially tailors.

The harbor people laughed at the common rumors.

The rumor that it should disappear in three days didn't disappear after three days.

I also heard stories of thugs and saints who spread such rumors the most, even among the nobles.

Stupid rumor.

If you're really a saint, why don't you help me?

I understand.

It's just eight.

Even the Virgin is not free.

There is no time for the Virgin to help me so poor, sick and ill that I can't learn.

Yes, I thought so.

"Jacob. You can eat all of your dinner now! Please have some dessert. It's orange today."

A smiling Virgin recommends a whole orange.

With that smile, your body and mind are healing with such painful illness.

All the little children who follow the Virgin in a busy manner are said to be children of the slums.

The Virgin is also dressed in white, and the nurse is properly trained to work.

Meals served in the morning, lunch and evening are always accompanied by dessert, and snacks are served until 3: 00.

The children of the slums will never get to it.

Whether it's beating people, deceiving them, killing them in the worst way, trying to get to one bread, the children of the slums weren't there.

Holy child who asks the Virgin for instructions and follows the Virgin's instructions.

What the hell are you letting me see?

How many times have I seen a miracle?

In just a few days, that terrible disease is gradually recovering.

The Virgin only gave me clean beds and meals.

I don't have the medicine or the doctor I want.

Jacob thinks.

A miracle when the incurable disease gets better.

"Jacob. The wound is also getting blocked. I'm sure you'll be fine."

The Virgin smiles.

I hated nobility.

Nobles look down on themselves like they see dirty things.

Not only Jacob, but all the sailors hated the aristocrats.

When I was brought to the noble city, I was ready to die.

He was chosen to play with a mad nobleman.

"Jacob. I'll be back. Ah, eat without leaving any oranges! Promise?

Nobody would hate nobles in this place right now.

That beautiful young Virgin is the Countess' daughter.

Instead of looking down, the Virgin touches her gently with a friendly expression.

I don't want to change the bandage of the wound, and I don't have a bad face.

When you talk, look at your eyes, hold your hand, and even say goodbye.

It reminds me of my dignity as a person that I lost after I fell ill.

The smile of the Virgin cures the disease.

No doctors, no medicine.

That smile will cure the disease.

It's such a smile.

Dahl, the Virgin's smile gives her strength to her weak arm.

Oh, there's a real Virgin in the kingdom.

Jacob cherishes the oranges given to the Virgin.

Fresh fruit cannot be eaten when sailing.

Because this disease will heal.

Taste it well and carve it into your heart with that smile.

Onee-sama School contacted you to resume after the holidays.

William calls out to Emma, who has finished distributing the dessert orange.

"...... onee-sama, you're making too much noise.

Watch out for Emma's stunned expression as she turns around and leaves her mouth hanging up.

"'Cause William... everyone, they're cool..."

I opened a separate building on the premises of the Stewart family, which was too spacious to use, as a treatment hospital for schizophrenia patients, but Emma was delighted with the miscalculation.

Many of the sailors who had to endure long and harsh voyages were slightly over-active men.

That's all young sailors can do to get a good job on a ship.

I didn't have to work on a boat to get sick.

Patients sailing on long and harsh voyages are often poor, 60s sailors with moving bodies.

The work of the Stewarts and Harold in the slums has greatly improved the diet since a short while ago, with few people suffering from schizophrenia.

In other words, most of the schizophrenic patients brought to the Stewart family annex were bragging men who were able to move well before they got sick in their 50s and 60s.

Sunburnt skin, deep engraved yearly ring-like tangles and sailor's characteristic wildness.

It was a layer that fitted into Emma's strike zone.

This is the Harlem of the Other World ♪

William sighs as William feels an inequitable feeling of unfairness when she goes to the annex, even though she has little time to spare.

"While telling me not to look at my little girl, not to touch her, not to talk to her, my sister is all - you - can - see, all - you - can - touch, all - you - can - talk to her... that's awesome! I envy you!

Besides, Uncle Whihoi activates and loves you.

An irrational sister in an irrational world.

My troubled brother drops his shoulders without knowing who to complain to.

Dear Emma! I'm done with my work! "

The children of the slums gather after finishing their meals.

"Good work, then. Today's work is over, so I'll get you a paycheck. I have dinner, so you should go eat."

Yes ♪

Slum City has become a stewardship, so lately other nobles have been able to give jobs to their children without hesitation.

There are no more hungry children in the slums.

With the full cooperation of the Rothschild Chamber of Commerce, repairs have been made to the rugged slum building at a rapid pitch.

"Why are there so many boys..."

All the children who were coming to the Stewart house to help were boys, and William's favorite toddlers were not there.

"William, the ladies love helping Hannah and this tailor dye Harold's brother's thread. What was that? Possible future? Like... but it's definitely better for us to have dinner!

In all times and in all worlds, women are intentional and men are short-circuited.

Based on Mr. Harold, the Stewarts, tailors, and Rothschild Chamber of Commerce regularly gave children jobs that they could choose and work for themselves.

Plans are also underway to repair one of the buildings that teaches reading and writing calculations, sewing and dyeing, ink making, etiquette, etc., in order to do more advanced work.

"Brother Hu and I are the most popular... but the conditions are quite harsh, right?

"What? We have to work hard."

[Choosing] a job from yourself builds a sense of responsibility and learns to do the job you want to do more.

The little light of hope that House Stewart gave the slum was beginning to work surprisingly well.

"Everyone has to do it. Everyone is really good at it, so if you do a lot of things and find what you like, you'll have the strength to beat no one!

"Yes, Emma.

And the children of the slums are going to learn more and grow up as professionals in a wide variety of fields.

Everyone has absolute loyalty to the Stewart family.