Tanaka family, reincarnated.

Nobles with more than a marquis title are obliged to carry around and cook out to the poor.

It was at some point customary and compulsory for the ancestors to have come voluntarily with a certain familiarity from a long time ago.

"Absolutely, my ancestors are the ones who gave me trouble."

Irritability and the eldest son of the Lance family, Robert, watch the cookout in a square in a painting of Slam Street.

Working is a servant of the Lance family, and Robert keeps throwing up evil for just viewing from inside the carriage.

A little further, some squares are wider and more spacious than here, but you will get off the carriage because of the narrow road.

Robert, who is dirty and doesn't want to step out of his carriage to stinking slum street, is letting him cook out in the little square in front of him saying he's sorry for that.

Just because you can eat free rice, the queue that can take a long time to figure out where it's coming from goes all the way out of the square, and I don't know when the hell you're going to be able to go home... and sigh, Brian sitting across the street staring at Robert with a fed up face.

"Why do you have to go out with me, Master Robert? We just finished last week."

Usually, Robert was the only one who came with his sister Lyla but thought there was a tea party she couldn't take off today.

I couldn't bear to wait here alone, and I summoned Brian abruptly.

The cookout is said to be the role of a man who succeeds to the title, who just has no choice but to come and work.

The idea of Nobles Obriege is not in Robert's dictionary.

"Dear Robert, I'm sorry. I have less bread and soup left. I'll pick up some extra minutes at the mansion."

One of the servants speaks to Robert from outside the carriage.

"What's stupid, if it's gone, it's over for the day. We're leaving."

If we add food now, we'll be late to go home.

If the number of guards decreases in order to pick up food in the first place, I'm worried about my safety. This is an insecure slum town.

"No, I won't. Dear Robert, I am determined to provide meals to all gathered."

A servant eats down, but Robert's opinion remains the same.

"Hmm, who says I'm watching where I protected something like that?

I'm just leaving. I yell at the servant.

"Dear Robert, what would you do if they even complained to the slums?

Terrified by Robert's tyrannical behavior, but Brian asks worryingly.

"Brian, are you an idiot too? Who would believe what they're saying?

I'm the next Duke of Lance, right?

Let Robert begin his return journey just with reason to go through.

There are still voices of dissatisfaction from the long queue, naturally.

"Are we done here?

I haven't eaten yet.

"I'm hungry."

Slams here have many children.

Some kids find out they can't eat rice and ask if they can handle it by clinging to a crying child or servant.

"Well, crumbs together."

Maybe so, Robert sees the sight uncomfortably and throws up another vice.

Out of a queue transformed into an annoying cry, one man walks out and comes straight to Robert's carriage.

"Hey! You're not talking about this! Why are you stopping cooking when you're not eating well?

Robert doesn't answer.

I'm doing it with charity. There are no complaining muscles, even if they are appreciated.

I can see the man's face and say he was just too scared to answer.

"Please, could you at least feed him something just for kids under five?

Forced to contain his anger, the man bows his head to Robert.

If you can't do anything with this cookout, it'll be a week before the next one. The child who loses his life also comes out.

"Dear Robert... that's pathetic, isn't it? Just little kids..."

Ask Robert to do something about Brian's sympathy for the man's desperate wishes.

"Are you an idiot? If these guys can eat for free, they're gonna keep their heads down as easy as they can, right? If I let that happen, there won't be any sparkle."

Robert has always been a bad bug dwelling these days.

I still have the humiliation I received at school at my roots.

I cried to my father, and he sent me a letter of complaint to the Stewarts, but the reply that came home was long written, but to sum it up, eh? Not bad for one of them, huh? was.

If a child is a child, the parent is also the parent. Even though there must be no objection to the Duke from time to time.

Reminds me of the abominable Emma Stewart face, frustrated...... and?............... Emma Stewart's cheeky face of slime jelly accidentally floats and her heart unnaturally bounces with dokun.

Apologize over there, you're a dumb bitch even though you could have been a little friendly.

In my head, Emma Stewart talking to Arthur, Emma Stewart talking to the second prince, Emma Stewart talking to the son of a bling-faced merchant came up one after the other.

I'm a little late but here, I'm getting more irritated than I've ever felt before.

Normal Robert would have freaked out a lot about the man's shape and may have kept cooking out, but at this moment the frustration pushed him up to MAX.

"I have nothing to feed you guys. I'm blind!"

Dan opened the carriage door all the time and was screaming.

The servants, the children gathered in the cookout, the man with his head down, are surprised and look at Robert.

He deliberately exposes his face and the man still eats down to the exorbitant noble warrant.

Last week, this week's cookout, during the year-round cycle, is called the Devil's Two Weeks in the slums, significantly worse in quantity and quality than the meals offered by other nobles.

Other nobles let me have sunny biscuits and other souvenirs, but they never did that to me in the last two weeks of the Devil.

In slums, there is no guarantee that decent food can be eaten outside the cookout. If I get clean here, my kids are really, really dead.

"I'm not saying it's for free! Exchange for special ink! It's a bright red ink you'll never get rid of."

Robert smiles at the man's words.

I remembered it was time for a merchant shop with a silly face.