Tearmoon Empire Story

A sudden intervention by Uncle Lampron. According to the words, Meer leaned her neck.

"Yes... under me? Am I the leader of the organization...? I don't know anything about that, hmm... I won't."

With a smile on her cheeks, Mea was sweating cold inside.

--Ah, I almost said, "It's annoying"... No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

While paying attention to the newly born flow, Meer thinks.

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Normally, it's only natural that the tip of the mouth is responsible for this. This means that the responsibility for the organization may need to be borne by Meer. But doing it is too much trouble... I managed to think of a good reason why I didn't have to do it--flashing!

"Fork Road or Corn Rogue, the one who recommended it...."

Meanwhile, Mea smiles unexpectedly.

--This is, unfortunately, a strange idea. One person from the Empire may complain, but someone who has been recommended by a merchant who is a foreigner and an expert should be convinced. Even if I fail, I won't be blamed...

"Give that honor to someone else?

Uncle Lampron with a stunned expression in Meer's words. In the words, Meer moved her eyebrows twitching.

"Honor...."

In her mouth, she rolled her words and felt slightly bitter.

Meer thinks.

“Imperial Empress” means that it is an honorable position.

In the world, the daughter of the emperor of the great Tiamoon will surely be more glorious than ever. Meer thinks it's her honorable existence.

... but Meer knows.

Honor, glory, noble position.... it's useless to avoid the truncation. Damn it, a horse with faster legs is more helpful to escape than that. All you have to do is put it in a carrot cake, like honor, and feed it to a storm.

So, what keeps Meer away from the guillotine?

Meer teaches Uncle Lampron the insights gained from having his neck dropped in a tone that speaks to an ill-defined child.

"Here's what I think, Uncle Lampron. It's very happy to be able to eat a delicious meal at any time and at any time."

Being able to eat delicious food all the time... is happier than any honor. It is very happy to be able to eat today's cake without worrying about the mushroom pan that we will eat tomorrow.

And it's important to eat the cake deliciously. It means that people around you are also full. If you find someone hungry under the castle, no matter how sweet the cake is, it won't taste good.

"It's no honor to be able to eat bread tomorrow without everyone worrying about it.

Above and beyond honor, what helps avoid the truncation is that people are full.

Don't worry about eating tomorrow, eating a full stomach today... that's better than honor. It keeps the guillotine away.

What happens when people get full?

The answer is clear. Sleep.

Bed after dinner, the temptation is really sweet. More and more, Meer was exposed to the temptation and suffered complete defeat.

And what happens when you fall asleep right after a full stomach?

The answer is, it's easy... to get heavy.

Like a cow, your body... and mind are getting heavy.

That way, the details don't matter. Tomorrow, if you can eat a delicious meal and go to sleep again, well, I don't care.

Because I am, I am sure that other people must be too.

And the world is probably the farthest from the guillotine.

That is the ideal of Meer. Everyone gets heavy... that's the ideal!

The world of FNY is the ideal for Meer.

That's how Meer smiles. Say it with a smile that looks as friendly as possible!

"Hunger is what kills nations, kills people, and kills our empires, royalties, and nobles. It's all our enemies. If so, is it possible for all of us to work together on the matter?

The enemy is hungry. For the people, for the nobles, for the royal family.

Of course, for both Sunkland and Tier Moon....

If so..., Meer complains that the enemy is on his side! With an unmistakable alliance appeal, he is bold enough to get the best people in Saint Klander into the organization.

And I'm sure that the aim went well. Because,

"Princess Meer, I was impressed by your deep wisdom. We'd love to help you with your vision."

King Sankland, I got Abram's tattoo.

And when he heard it, Mia said, slightly with her face, not facing the people gathered on the spot.

"And you're off the record, I wasn't the lead today, but Lord Eshar and my friend Emeralda. I congratulate you both from the bottom of my heart."

Shift the focus to Emeralda.

Meer appealed to the opponents.

Well, it's true that we can't stop Emeralda from making out now. So let's admit a temporary defeat. But we still don't know the match. Depending on Emeralda's trends, the situation will roll everywhere. The battle is now on Emeralda's shoulders, you son of a bitch! And... say it.

"Please, I pray that it will be done without interruption."

If you can do it, try it! And he showed it to me strongly.

So Meer gracefully turned her heel back.

I was heading towards... the table lined with fancy dishes.

--Oh, I used up my head and ran out of sugar. I'll be fluffy.

Meer's body was searching for sugar because of excessive brain activity, which completely wiped out the sugar in her body.

Meer's ideal, the world of FNY, is just getting closer.

... at least to Meer.