Urana: And the Last Revenge

Episodes 5.4

Can't do anything for people starving from Raie's selfishness? This problem is included in the list of Urana's plans to get rid of Raie's position as the fourth point. Although it sounds impossible, Urana is sure to reach the Count's expectations through the plan.

The market they visited was more like a garbage warehouse. Shop with minimal lighting, sand attached to merchandise, even vegetables and meat that should look fresh even served dirty. Not until then, the merchants stared coldly. They do not accept visitors to the palace. Urana guess.

"Why do we have to shop here for cooking ingredients?" tanya Urana whispered. "Even if you can order in the garden or farm."

"Madam Vailey said the place was low on crops," Camile replied, beginning to sort out vegetables that were at first glance as dirty. "The noble one also said, we must buy many things in our own territory, in order to have good relations with the people."

"Good relationship with the people, huh?" Urana's round eyes instantly narrowed sharply. Then....

"I bought all your merchandise."

Camile, the greengrocer that the waiters visited, everyone. The seriously staring urana became the center of attention. But it didn't last long. The middle-aged fat man before him immediately gritted his teeth.

"About you palace maid, you can act so arrogantly to us!" he said while pointing at Urana.

"I just want your merchandise sold out." Urana's gaze grew sharper. "Are you willing to make a big loss because the vegetables rot over time?"

Checkmate! He's not picking. His face was still hardened, as if saying I-want-hit you-now-also.

"I. Just. Helping," Urana added with a pressing tone. "If necessary, I will deliver decent food when you and the other people need to eat."

Someone pulled the end of Urana's sleeve when thinking about dinner later. His purple eyes immediately glazed over. Little kid. Female. Her body is thin dry. His lips are also cracked.

"ask...." Ah, even his voice is raucous. Urana's heart seemed to be pierced in a row. The little hand was stretched out upwards, expecting food even though it was wood and stone.

He remembers buying bread around here. The food should be Urana can after a tangle with a circus saleswoman. Weight indeed. Ignoring the hungry is much harder.

"It." Urana put a loaf of bread in the little boy's hand. Look at her tears that are melting. Tears of happiness have got a supply of food. What more moment did he say thank you. If Urana had no shame, now she was crying and hugging him.

The soul in this body has no shame.

"Don't eat!"

Reduce the dopamine hormone in the body Urana. Smile faded. The bread of the gift is in vain, even dirtier. All because the woman - her age of about 30 years - in shabby clothes was hugging her son in shock.

"You're going to poison my son, huh?!" ketukas. He also pointed at Urana easily, while his head glanced at just anyone. "He wants to poison my son! He wants to kill my son!"

In an instant, many people looked at Urana and this indistinctly screaming woman. The sinister and angry look dominated. A vow came out of their mouths.