Doraemon for an imperfect world

Doraemon shook his head and said, "It will lead outside anyway."

As they were talking, they arrived at the exit of the secret passage.

"here it is!"

The little emperor walked out of the secret passage tentatively, and then when he turned around, he saw that the place where he had come out before was actually the wall of the palace. He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and the hard touch immediately came from his fingertips.

"What on earth is this so-called 22nd century?"

The little emperor asked, "Props like this must be very precious in your hometown, right?"

precious……

Doraemon was silent for a moment.

It's a bit embarrassing to say that department stores bundle discounted products together and sell them because they have been unsold for too long.

"Well, that's right."

Doraemon took out his camera with a wandering look, then pressed the shutter button at the little emperor. "Anyway, don't be too flashy. Change into some ordinary clothes and I'll take you to see this country."

"……it is good."

The little emperor gritted his teeth and nodded, allowing Doraemon to take him to change into a set of civilian clothes.

Walking on the street with the little emperor, Doraemon took out a bag of Dorayaki and started eating while holding it in his arms.

"Huh, my country looks very prosperous."

The little emperor looked at it and said.

"You definitely can't tell just by looking at the streets, not to mention this is the imperial capital."

Doraemon said as he stuffed Dorayaki into his mouth, "I've encountered many bad guys before. Although I don't know what they have done, I can't find a reliable judge at the moment, so I locked them all in the TV."

As he was speaking, a little kid in ragged clothes stared at Doraemon in the distance, then gritted his teeth and rushed out, snatched the Dorayaki from Doraemon's hand and ran away.

"……Eh?"

Doraemon belatedly swallowed the Dorayaki in his mouth, and then immediately chased after him excitedly:

"Stop! Don't run! Give me back the Dorayaki!"

"Hey!"

Because there was a person outside the palace, the little emperor had to chase after him. After all, he didn't know anyone except Doraemon.

"Don't run-"

Doraemon panted and chased after it, "That's my Dorayaki..."

boom!

A figure suddenly landed in front of the child, and the petite and thin child was blown away by the shock wave.

"How dare you steal in the imperial capital?"

An arm caught the Dorayaki that was about to fall, and then handed it to Doraemon. "Here, justice will never be absent at the critical moment!"

"Ah, thank you."

Doraemon took the Dorayaki and looked at the figure that had just been knocked out. Only then did he see clearly that it was a child who was so thin that he was almost skin and bones.

"Don't worry, once you are infected with sin, there is only one way out, and that is death."

The girl said, pulling out a knife from her waist and walking towards the child, "Prepare to accept the punishment from justice!"

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Doraemon quickly rushed over and stood in front of the child. "It's just some Dorayaki. You don't need a knife, right?"

"what are you talking about?"

The girl smiled matter-of-factly and said, "So-called justice should be absolute and pure. No stain should be allowed to exist! Stealing is stealing. Justice will never yield to evil. My father who died in the line of duty once told me so!"

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Chapter 213: What the Empire Really Looks Like.

"Wait a minute!"

Doraemon waved his hands vigorously and said, "Actually, this kid and I are friends. We were just joking."

"friend?"

The girl tilted her head and raised her weapon. A white puppy stood at her feet. "In that case, what's her name?"

"Ah, this..."

"So, you're defending evil, right?"

The girl said indifferently, "Evil is evil, and there will be absolutely no forgiveness! Justice will be carried out—"

"Seriu!"

Just as she was about to rush forward brandishing her weapon, a man called out to her.

"master?"

The girl looked at the man beside her and asked in confusion, "Why did you call me?"

That is……

Doraemon looked at the figure who called out to the girl with some surprise.

Is it the Kao that it replaced from the TV before?

"Listen to me, Seleucus, justice is not absolute. When a person steals to survive, the fault is no longer her own, but the circumstances she lives in."

Kao walked up to Doraemon and bowed deeply, "I'm sorry that my disciple has caused you trouble."

"Oh no, it's okay."

Doraemon waved his hand, then quickly helped the child behind him up. "Are you okay?"

The little girl shook her head tremblingly. "No, it's okay. I'm sorry. I'm just too hungry. My mother is sick and I haven't eaten for several days at home, so..."

"it does not matter."

Doraemon handed the Dorayaki to the child and said, "Eat something first, then I'll go check on your mother for you. If she's sick, I might be able to help."

"But a thief is a thief!"

Seryu said dissatisfiedly.

"No, Seleu."

Kao squatted down and said seriously, "No one wants to become a thief for a bag of food. You should put yourself in her shoes and think about why she has fallen to this point."

"Justice will never yield to evil!"

Seleu said firmly, "I will never put myself in the shoes of an evil person. I would rather starve to death than let myself fall into evil. She said she stole for her mother, but this is dragging her innocent mother into evil. This is unforgivable!"

"Eh……"

Kaa sighed deeply, "If the oppressed are evil, then what are those who oppress them?"

"Evil is evil, no matter the cause!"

Seleu retorted, "You are making excuses for evil, Master."

Kao smiled helplessly and said, "Let's go. I'll explain it to you slowly when we get back."

"master--"

Seeing Seleu being taken away by Kao, the little emperor walked to Doraemon with some complicated expressions.

"Well, take us to meet your mother."

Doraemon smiled and patted the girl's head.

"it is good."

The girl nodded cautiously and said, "Um, I'm sorry."

"it does not matter."

Doraemon shook his head and said, "What the man just said is right. If you steal to survive, it's not your fault."

"Thank you."

The girl wiped her tears with her sleeve and then took the two of them to her home.

It is called a home, but in fact it is just a small tent built with simple wooden boards in the slums.

"It's incredible."

The little emperor said, "There is actually such a place in the imperial capital."

"We haven't always lived here."

The little girl said, "There was a nobleman who wanted my mother to be his maid. My father disagreed, so he sent someone to beat my father to death and burned down our original home."

"Is that why you ended up here?"

the little emperor asked.

The girl shook her head. "Later, my mother was captured. During that time, she cut her face, and the nobles drove her out. As a result, the wound has never healed."

As she spoke, the girl gently opened the door:

"Mom, I'm back. I met a kind person today."

"Hi, sorry to bother you."

Doraemon said, and as soon as he entered the room, he smelled a foul odor. He didn't pay attention to it but immediately walked over and took out the doctor's suitcase to check it out. "Wait a moment, it will be fine soon."

【Type of disease: wound infection, tetanus, malnutrition, overwork...】

"..."

Doraemon slowly placed the needle against the woman's arm, and soon the abscess on the woman's face began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"That's fine."

Doraemon said to the child, "Don't worry, I will make the noble who bullied you pay the price!"

"This, this is..."

The woman moaned softly, then struggled to reach out and touch her cheek. "My face?"

"Yeah, it's exactly the same as when you were healthy."

Doraemon said as he took out a mirror and placed it in front of the woman.

"mom!"

The child threw himself onto the bed, snuggled into the woman's arms and burst into tears. "That's great, you've finally recovered. I thought, I thought..."

"It's okay, baby. Mommy is okay. Mommy is okay."

The woman patted the child's back weakly, then she wanted to get up from the bed and thank him gratefully. "Thank you so much."

"It's just a matter of duty."

Doraemon looked at the little emperor beside him and said, "This friend of mine is visiting the imperial capital for the first time. Could you please explain the environment of this country to him?"

"……Um."

The little emperor nodded hesitantly, tentatively agreeing with the statement that this was his first time in the imperial capital.

After all, this was indeed his first time to personally experience the truest side of this country.

"Is this your first time here?"

The woman glanced at the little emperor and said, "I advise you to go back quickly. The imperial capital is full of tyrannical nobles. For example, the woman next door to me, her husband was killed by a noble, and now she sells her body every day for money, hoping to find a killer to avenge her husband."

The woman sighed again. "The last time she brought me food, I smelled a foul odor on her. Perhaps she had contracted a sexually transmitted disease. Cases like this are everywhere. For example, a few days ago, several nobles surrounded a child on the street not far away. Under the pretext of 'not turning your back on the nobles,' they formed a circle around the child and hacked him to death with knives. And then they laughed..."

The little emperor was silent.

He sat on the only wooden box in the house, clutching the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands.

It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be like this.

His country shouldn't be like this!