I just hope to live a leisurely life in the world of anime.

Although the government provides a small amount of food each month, it is enough to barely feed us.

After all, if the children were to riot because they were in dire straits, it wouldn't be a good thing for the government either.

An Shu listened quietly, unsure of how to face the old man—with admiration or respect?

He then asked, "The children don't have inhibitors, aren't you afraid...?"

"Hey, what's there to be afraid of? I've lived for more than half my life. The children can't do without me!" The old man smiled gently.

"Elder! Elder!" At this moment, the little girl who brought An Shu and the others in ran over, pointed her index finger at her cheek, and tilted her head in confusion, asking, "What would you like to drink, Elder? I want some too!"

Matsuzaki's smile remained unchanged as he handed over a new cup and poured another cup of tea for the little girl.

"Ugh, so bitter! It doesn't taste good!" The little girl took a sip and stuck out her tongue in disgust.

They both chuckled. An Shu grabbed a handful of candy from his pocket and waved it at her: "Here, have some."

The little girl put one in her mouth, and her eyes immediately lit up.

"Aren't you going to share it with your friends?" An Shu asked with a squinty smile.

"Mmm!" The little girl nodded and ran back. "Everyone, come quick! That handsome brother gave me so much candy!"

……

"Mr. Matsuzaki, you were a teacher, weren't you?" Anshu continued to ask.

The old man nodded. "I taught the children all their knowledge."

"Mr. Matsuzaki, would you be interested in continuing to be a teacher? To people like these children?"

"People like these children?" The old man didn't quite understand what he meant.

"Our Sima Heavy Industry has opened an orphanage for cursed children and wants to hire some teachers, but there are too few willing people. Could you bring these children with you? Room and board are provided, and the salary is separate."

However, the address is in China, since Japan is quite chaotic right now.

The old man was somewhat tempted, and he asked, "Any other requirements?"

No!

"No?" The old man asked, somewhat surprised.

“Mr. Matsuzaki, there are quite a few people who like these children as much as you do!” An Shu was unusually serious.

"Then how do we get there?" Matsuzaki believed him; his long experience told him he wouldn't misjudge someone.

"You'll have to make do for a few more days. Our company's staff have saved quite a few children. I'll arrange a plane to transport you all there."

"I thank you on behalf of the children, thank you so much! Young man." He didn't know An Shu's name yet, but he didn't need to.

Smiling at the little girls who had formed a circle around Sima Weizhi and An Tong, An Shu took out a few more lollipops, took a bite of one herself, and said, "No need for that. After all, that's what I was thinking anyway. Would you like one?"

As An Shu reached out her hand, she realized that it might be a bit strange to tempt an old woman with a lollipop.

There must be some mistake!

"No need, I'm too old, it's not suitable for me to eat these anymore!" The old man didn't think much of it and shook his head with a smile to refuse.

…………

"Ugh, Xiao Tiao and the others are so mean! They've messed up my hair." On the train, the silver-haired little girl sitting in Sima Weizhi's lap said this, but not in a complaining tone. Instead, she curled up the corners of her mouth and smoothed her hair.

"Is this really okay?" An Shu hugged Sima Weizhi, feeling very uncomfortable. The three of them were piled on top of each other like a human pyramid, even though the two girls didn't weigh much.

"What's wrong with that, Brother Anshu~ There's no one around." Sima Weizhi said in a soft voice, nuzzling Anshu's face.

"Okay, okay! Miori-chan is right!" He looked helpless, but he really enjoyed the little girl rubbing her face against his.

"Unwoven Sauce".

"what happened?"

"The management of this outer zone needs to be replaced." As the world's largest arms manufacturer, how could the outer zone lack industry?

She didn't ask why, perhaps because she was too lazy to ask; anyway, whatever her brother Anshu wanted to do was fine with her. "Okay!"

"Hey! Miori-chan, come down quickly, there are people ahead!" Anshu pointed out the window.

"Hmm? It's okay, Meng Da Nai! She's just a classmate from the inner room, it's nothing!" Sima Weizhi looked at her, shook her head, and hugged the little girl tightly.

"drop--"

The tram doors opened.

Rentaro walked up, looked at the three of them, paused for a moment, then reached out and shielded Aihara Enju behind him, pointing at Anshu with one finger, "Enju, stay away from that person, he's a perverted lolicon."

Lan Yuan Yanzhu's expression wasn't as gloomy as it had been a couple of days ago. She glanced at An Shu, then lowered her head again.

“Rimachi-kun, let me tell you, we can’t be friends if you keep acting like this! Besides, I’m definitely not a lolicon!” An Shu said, looking embarrassed and annoyed.

"Really?" Rentaro rolled his dead fish eyes and sat down in a spot some distance away from them with a look of disbelief.

Sima Weizhi, sitting on An Shu's lap, looked at the two of them with a smile and asked, "It's almost evening, where did the student in the inner room go?"

"Ah! It's to take Yeonju to familiarize herself with the surroundings."

"Enju?"

"Oh! Aihara Enju, my partner."

"Really? Hello, Enju-chan!" Sima Miori greeted her.

Lan Yuanyanzhu glanced at her again, then lowered her head once more.

An Shu explained softly from the side, "Yeon Joo has some unpleasant memories from the past."

"Really?" I didn't ask any further questions, since we weren't very familiar with each other.

"Miori-chan, could you please come down first?"

"Eh?" Sima Weizhi hugged the little girl tighter, snuggled closer to An Shu, found a comfortable spot, and smiled slyly, "No!"

An Shu, on the other hand, endured Rentaro's disdainful gaze the entire way.

……

###Chapter Fourteen: The Assistant's Intentions###

(At the Sima residence, several black cars were parked outside the gate.)

……

"Mr. Anshu really has a lot of resources. In just one week, he sent away most of the cursed children in Tokyo! I really don't know what the point is of raising so many monsters."

Tendo Kikunojo took a sip of tea, suppressing his anger. He had put in so much effort, and it had all been for nothing!

Oh well, at least I won't see them again.

"No, no, no, it should be the Assistant Minister's grand gesture. Before the Tokyo area was completely stable, he 'responded to the demands of the citizens' and screened all the cursed children to send them to the outer areas. He is truly a good example of serving the country and the people." An Shu chewed on his candy, crossed his legs, and said with a hint of mockery.

“Mr. Anshu, you should know that I have no intention of being your enemy. Are those monsters worth you targeting me like this?” Holding his teacup, Kikunojo Tendo’s face turned slightly pale.

After all, he is a talented individual, decisive and ruthless. In just a few years, he transformed a small business into a commercial empire. If he can be utilized effectively, he will be an indispensable asset for the development of the Tokyo area.

That's why he didn't stop Sima Heavy Industry from helping those monsters.

"Hehe, my esteemed advisor, you should know that if I hadn't been afraid of Tokyo collapsing, you wouldn't be alive today."

Bang— "What a big mouth!" Tendo Kikunojo, unable to bear it any longer, slammed the cup in his hand heavily on the table and looked at Sima Miori, who was standing behind Anshu and massaging his shoulders.

"Miss Sima, those planes from a week ago must have caused considerable damage to the financial foundation of a company like yours, right?"

Foreign countries wouldn't normally allow uncontrollable factors to suddenly appear on their territory, let alone when your behavior touches on IISO's sensitive line.

Aren't you afraid of squandering your late father's legacy by handing the company over to an outsider?

Sima Weizhi smiled with narrowed eyes, her expression unchanged: "My esteemed advisor, Sima Heavy Industries is not limited to what you see here."

Moreover, the inheritance my late father left me is less than any of the subsidiaries I currently own.

Besides, Anshu is my husband.

"Husband?" Kikunojo Tendo was speechless. No matter how unhappy he was, he couldn't turn his back on him. The Tokyo area couldn't afford to lose Sima Heavy Industries now.

As a politician should be mindful of basic professional conduct, he stood up, apologized, and prepared to leave. "I'm sorry, I've been in a bad mood lately and have been a bit short-tempered, which has caused you some unpleasantness. Goodbye!"

I originally came here to ask for a favor, but after a disagreement with An Shu, I decided to give up.

"Wait, Assistant Officer, you didn't come here just to spout this nonsense, did you?" An Shu called out to him. He didn't believe that this old man would leave behind a lot of work to say a few meaningless words.

I asked a question, worried that something big might happen, such as the effect of my appearance causing Tokyo to collapse, or the Third Kanto War to start ahead of schedule, although that was unlikely.

This made Kikunojo Tendo hesitate, and after a moment's hesitation, he finally said, "I heard that Mr. Anshu has joined the police company founded by my granddaughter?"

"Is there a problem?" An Shu raised an eyebrow.

"Please help look after my good-for-nothing granddaughter."

"Tsk tsk tsk, my esteemed advisor, this seems to be the first time you've asked me for help. I've heard that your granddaughter and you don't seem to get along very well! Why would you say that?"

“You don’t need to know that.” Kikunojo Tendo’s eyes rarely showed such a complex expression. Usually, they were either aggressively sharp or shrewdly analytical.

"I will." An Shu didn't want to ask, since she already knew most of it, although it seemed a little different.

"Thank you very much, goodbye!"

Before he could even step out of the room, An Shu's voice came from behind, but it wasn't calling him; it seemed to be talking to herself, "No one wants to be a cursed child. Who would? Are they wrong? Does anyone even care what they think? Who knows..."

From Anshu's perspective, it can be seen that Kikunojo Tendo's back trembled noticeably, but his steps did not slow down.

"Bam—"

After the door closed, Sima Weizhi, who was massaging Anshu's shoulders from behind, asked, "Brother Anshu, why did Tendo Kikunojo go to so much trouble to send all those children to the outer district?"

At the request of the citizens? That's just a joke; it probably wouldn't fool ordinary people.

“That would make it easier to eliminate them all at once! Have you ever thought about what would happen to those kids who huddle together if we dropped a few bombs?” An Shu stood up and pinched her baby face with her hand.

He was clearly taken aback and remained silent for a moment.

"Does he...hate those children that much?"

"I heard his wife died at the hands of Gastrea, and he even hates his children now. Who knows if he's a psychopath?"

With a pursed lip, An Shu continued, "The fact that the citizens of Tokyo hate the Cursed Child so much now is also largely due to his behind-the-scenes influence."