The Tanaka Family Reincarnates-Chapter 385

A Monster You Don’t Know? A Monster You Didn’t Wanna Know. [Part 1]

“What are you doing? Please get on this lace quickly. You will get burned!”

The family spread down the lace they had crocheted. In the meantime, the flames still hadn’t slowed down as they encroached on the campsite.

However, everyone just stood motionless before the lace, even though William had urged them to move.

“The more I see it…”

“Uhh…”

“So we should step on… this?

The lace the family made within five minutes possessed something that could even make people not well-versed in that trade sense keenly…

…that this lace was an artwork that should be displayed in an art museum… no, it should be stored in the Royal Castle’s treasury as a national treasure.

The beauty of the glittering purple thread stood out by itself, and while it had a large size of 50 meters x 50 meters, the shape was of a perfectly symmetrical square. And above all else was the splendid pattern.

A single king of herrings made up the border of the lace, and various kinds of fish swam inside it. It was such a wonderful pattern full of dynamism everyone had never seen before.

To the point that everyone couldn’t help but wonder, ‘In the first place, is it even possible to crochet lace with such a complicated pattern?’

“Uh, uhhh… William-kun? We can’t possibly dirty this lace…”

Even that unruly king hesitated to step on the lace. Hardly a surprise, the King’s shoes became quite dirty after he went on a “Woo-hoo!” berserk.

“Eh? This is not the time to consider such things, is it?! Come here quickly!” George hurried everyone up. The flames would reach the King’s back soon.

“B-But…”

This lace was a work of art that could even make him say what he said in this tense situation.

“No problem~ Violet’s thread will turn as clean as new if you wash it with water. Fufufu.” Emma, who trotted over with a smile, held the King’s hands.

“Mmm… But… whoa, WHOA! Emma-chan—”

“If you like it that much, I will wash it and gift it to you after we use it.” While expressing such generosity, Emma forcibly pulled the King to stand on the lace.

“C’mon, you too, Your Highness!”

After the King got on the lace, Emma reached out for Prince Edward next.

“Eh? Woah!”

The chance to hold Emma’s hand suddenly appeared for the prince. But in the brief pause he was thinking he should wipe his palm sweat first before taking her hand, Leonard suddenly loomed before him and lifted him up.

“?! C-Count?!”

“Your Highness, touching my daughter is strictly prohibited.”

“Yes. Even if you are royalty, you must abide by our House’s strict rules.”

The menacing-looking Leonard and Arban, who shared the same sentiment as his older brother, drew their faces closer to the prince and threatened him. Even when surrounded by flames, their daughter-doting and niece-con tendency were still going strong.

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“Pfft… It’s iron wall protection, isn’t it? Your Highness.”

“Older Brother, you’re being rude.”

Prince Edward’s guard, Arthur, and his younger sister, Marion, also got on the lace one after another.

“O-Oi.”

“Y-Yeah. Let’s go.”

“Kuhhh.”

Seeing the King, whose shoes were the dirtiest, trod on the lace, the knights and hunters also stepped on it hesitantly. At the very least, they believed Leonard and Emma when they said this lace was fireproof and washable.

“Now, this is troubling.”

After William was sure everyone had got on the lace, he looked up to his mother, Melsa. His expression showed a slight panic.

“…Troubling, indeed.”

Melsa nodded to William and turned toward her brother-in-law who was standing nearby, Arban, for his opinion.

“……Yes. This is quite troubling.”

Arban frowned in worry, looking completely different from when he was threatening the prince. Although they could crochet lace and secure the bare minimum footing in time, everyone was basically trapped inside the flames.

All members of the main Stuart family branch and Skyte hunters were here, but none could secure an escape route. The fire spread that fast.

“Umm. We’re in trouble… huh…”

The Lord of Palace, Leonard, could tell from the three’s expressions that the situation was not optimistic for them.

Arban, Melsa, William.

The expressions of the three intellectuals who were the brains of House Stuart didn’t look so good.