The Tanaka Family Reincarnates

Wow, Billy broke my clothes.

No, Lily broke my sand pile first!

Lily's not bad! Harry told me to do it.

Marie, don't talk to me!

You guys be quiet! You can't study!

Wow Hanna-chan, Mike's brother's angry!!!

Before I came to King's Landing, every day, every day, it was lively.

My oldest daughter and I, one below Mike. Billy and Harry, the twins, slightly apart. The other lower twins, Lily and Marie.

Unlike me, Mike was smart and taught to read and write at church. Billy and Harry, Lily and Marie were still young, and it was my job to take care of them on behalf of my parents, who worked from morning to evening, and if I hadn't been luxurious, I would have managed to live at this time.

One day, my father had a bad waist and was unable to work as he had done before.

Mike stopped studying at the church and started working for his father, but manual labor was not his specialty and he didn't seem to go the same way as his father.

As they grow up, the children below lose their hands, but they eat well. I'm not old enough to work yet.

My mother worked harder, but instead of earning more, her family began to struggle little by little to get into the swamp.

Mike, who was praised for being a smart kid in church, gradually stopped laughing when he was yelled at and scolded for his manual work, and his mother almost ran out of time at home.

My younger sister seems to miss her mother, and my father always apologizes.

Hannah also worked as she rubbed her sleepy eyes at night to make up for her household expenses, but there was no job request in this countryside to make up for the money she left.

I was able to live a normal life whispering until a while ago...

Hannah was quick to make up her mind to make a living.

Fortunately, when I heard that I was good at sewing and I could get a job immediately if I was a needle in King's Landing, I managed to collect the carriage fee for my family and make a living a few years ago.

The first time I saw King's Capital, it was only for a short while that I was so excited that there were so many people who could work here...

... no one will hire me.

I'm confident in my arms... and yet...

It would have been a lie to get a job right away if I had a needle.

I learned later that Hannah came to King's Landing at the end of the social season and that the needles would be laid off temporarily unless they had considerable skills.

The trading kingdom relies for the most part on imports of non-silk fabrics that can be supplied domestically. Wool and linen come mostly in ready-to-wear from the Empire, so if the social season is over and the number of custom-made silk dresses drops sharply, a large amount of needles will be turned into cash boxes.

Higher aristocrats and rich people tailor what they buy in the state of fabric even in linen and wool, but naturally, such houses don't come around because they have tailors and needles.

Fur processing is not a tailor or needle, but a professional craftsman's job, and there is no such job here.

Hannah came to King's Landing at a time when she shouldn't have come.

There is no carriage fare on my way home.

All we have to do is bring in whether or not we can have dinner today and tomorrow.

The glittering shopping district of King's City would have passed the cold winter in the slums if the current owner hadn't spoken to Hannah, who had known it as a desperate place for hours and hours.

Once you are in the slums, it will be difficult for you to be hired as a needle again.

What should I do at this time of cold weather without a job? It's another dream, like delivering it to your family.

"This embroidery, was it you?

It was the store owner who pointed at Hannah's clothes.

I can't buy new clothes, so it's an old dress that the church bought me.

Hannah's original pattern is embroidered to reinforce the weakness of the fabric itself after years of washing and wearing it over and over again.

Rather than King's Landing, today's shopkeepers like it, which no one should have seen anywhere in the country, and they hired it as a guide during the social season, or else as a lay worker.

In the social season, he gave me a salary unlikely in the countryside.

Why did you run away?

The owner saves his life and his family.

I shouldn't have run away even if I was busy.

But the impossible is impossible.

Hannah's embroidery pattern was trendy and the social season was always busy.

Every year, I manage to cut through and serve my family, waiting for the next season while working.

And yet, twice in a sudden, royalty-sponsored night club this year.

Last week I thought I finally got out of hell, but soon more came.

I can't sleep, I can't eat, I dedicate all my time to dresses, but somehow the number of dresses I make increases.

I shouldn't have run away even if I was busy.

You shouldn't have run away.

I am the only needle in that store. Because I want to serve as much as possible to stay at the store in the winter, the shopkeeper cannot hire more needles.

The store owner is not bad.

The bad news is... I...

The fluffy sweet scent tickles my nostrils.

A table lined with sweets I've never seen before.

Three blonde brothers who glittered through the crowd.

The tea served by the shaved boy contains ice that is unlikely this season, making a cool sound.

It's another world.

Hannah feels happy.

It is said that it is the shop of the foolish boy who was brought here with his head turned pure white and fluffy.

Haven't been out for a while, the first time I saw this shop was filled with cute accessories with strawberries at the entrance.

Besides, it smells really good.

The second floor was divided into two parts, and on the other hand, there was plenty of fine palace silk in abundance and variety.

On the other hand, it was explained that the snack was served, but the shop looked crisp, and it was accompanied by something like a raw cream that was terribly sweet and delicious, although it had never been eaten in a fruit that shined like a jewel.

Even so, Hannah the Fluffy remains carried by a tall boy in this dreamy sight.

Then, if you go up to the third floor, which is taught to be the living space of the shuffled boy, your shoulders relax.

It was a simple room with nothing really wasted.

Unlike the luxurious 1st and 2nd floors, the spacious ones calmed down to the point where Hannah, the common man, was not nervous...??

Foreword withdrawn.

That curtain on the big window... I've never seen the real thing... but maybe it's Palace's finest Emma silk...??

That size... no, Emma, silk... curtains? What do you got there?

Is this guy... insane? When I saw the foolish boy, I had eyes and talked to him with a smile.

"I'll bring you something. Please sit down."

A tall boy drops me off on the couch to follow it.

... the sofa I've been sitting on is so comfortable that I don't think it was a sofa.

"Oneesan, are you okay? You're not feeling well? Any hand injuries? Doesn't it hurt?"

A girl with a scratch on her cheek sits next to her, worried that I've been knocked down.

"You look pale. Want something to eat?

The girl, who would definitely be 100% noble, appeared to be seriously worried about Hannah for some reason.

Impossible.

In the first place, it's no wonder you're still alive after you hit a nobleman.

Even a tall boy is 100% noble, but he carried the common man's self here. There are nobles who hate even touching ordinary people, and this is impossible...

"Sister. Ordinary people don't eat anything when they're not feeling well. When you're not feeling well, it's only your sister and the rubber guy who get better from eating dinner.

The blonde beauty is watching out for the wounded girl.... rubber??? Humans?

Brother or not... all three of them are worried about me.

... that's impossible.

Hmm, I can shake my neck and hang on to the reality.

"Is there something wrong? It'll be easier just to talk.

Slowly, the girl leans her neck over Hannah's hands, with her hands clearer and white than Hannah, who barely goes out.

When Hannah heard the warm warm girl's body temperature, she started talking about the pimples, the pimples and the house, about herself, about work, and for some reason.

A beautiful, noble, younger, deeply scarred girl.

Hannah, a commoner, older, runs away from her job as a needle.

Impossible.

That's impossible... but...

Help me....

Hannah talked about everything without stopping along the way, as if she were scratching her thin, little hand.