The Formerly Poor Aristocrat and the Slums [Part 2]

Its okay. I wont question you any further Sorry, I will return that to you, so please forgive me.

The boy made a lukewarm smile, which gave them complicated feelings.

Why were you crying?

Without reading the mood nor the flow of the conversation again, Emma voiced out the question on her mind.

I-Im not crying huh, you, now that I look closely, you have a terrible scar, huh? Did the nobles do it to you? Does it hurt?

The boy noticed Emmas scar and looked worriedly at her. Her scar stood out even when shes wearing a hat. The boy could see a scar being ruthlessly engraved on her cute, though a little vacant, face.

Maybe his* cute face brought out others resentment. There are people who do terrible stuff regardless of whether he is a boy or not, after all. He looks older than me but is still a kid.

With that kind of scar on his face, he has done a good job hanging on.

(*T/N: The boy thought of Emma as a boy.)

You need to watch out during the food distribution day, okay? Cause while there are kind people, there are also those who are fine with doing cruel things, you see?

Especially a thin and weak looking person like you is easy to target, the boy misunderstood all by himself and gave Emma his advice.

Do people of the slums often get terribly treated by the nobles? The three siblings, who are not clear about the situation in the royal capital, tilted their heads in wonder. Isnt it weird for them to be most wary of nobles instead of the disputes within the slums themselves?

Yesterdays food distribution Its the week with the worst noble, you see, he went back before he finished giving everyone food! My big brother, you see, gave him his most valued treasure and asked him to give everyone food, but

Unlike the boys previous words, tears started to well up in his eyes.

The three siblings are not familiar with the food distribution system obliged to high-ranking nobles in the royal capital. They thought that providing food for everyone who has gathered is an obvious thing to do.

The angle of their tilted neck got deeper and deeper. They put it in one corner of their mind to ask their mother about it when they get home.

Treasure?

Emma reacted quickly at the mention of a treasure. Her eyes were somewhat shining.

I wonder what the treasure in the slums is. If its money, they will definitely use it on their own. If its food, they wont be lining up for the food distribution, right.

Those guys, they only took the treasure and went back!

The boy clenched his teeth and was trembling in anger.

Isnt that robbery?

Not to mention as a noble, thats something questionable to do as a person.

And, what is the treasure that even a noble would take?

Not just a robbery, Big Brother who ran to stop the carriage was ran over by it

The boy finally burst into tears and choked on his words.

Can nobles be excused even if they do such a thing?

The siblings, whove only lived in Japan where no class system exists and the borderland Palace where the people cant survive unless they work hand in hand with each other, were very shocked.

Hows your older brother?

The boys cry got louder at Emmas question. Emma gently patted his back until he calmed down. Although stammering, the boy continued talking.

Hes been sleeping all this time. His body is limp, a-and the bleeding wont stop Thats why I wanted to buy medicine

with the money from pickpocketing.

The boy is just a boy, and he seemed to be in a dire situation.

I stopped by the drugstore on my way back Then I realized its not money

They started to pity the boy.

The siblings looked at each others faces and nodded at the same time.

Although not much, we have some money, so lets go to the drugstore now.

George decided to forget about the pickpocket accident and told the boy that they had agreed to help him. They couldnt just leave him be and go home like this.

The sun started to set, and its about time for their parents to start worrying, but the siblings are around 40 and around 30 on the inside anyway, so maybe they would let it pass.

Is it alright?

The boy looked up at the siblings like theyre his savior.

For these people, who wear more tattered clothes than I do, to give their tiny amount of money for Big Brothers medicine Especially the boy with a scar on his face who patted my shoulder to calm me, I can only see him as an angel.

Hmm First off, shall we go see your brothers wound condition? We have to prioritize buying what is needed, after all.

The smiling face of the angel unknowingly made the boys heart jump. Its as if he was hit by an angels arrow.