Tearmoon Empire Story

Red, a red sunset burns sight as it burns.

A truncated platform set in the great square of Teito's specialty. A rusty, boneless blade was gleaming in the light of the sun.

Standing in front of it, the First Empress of the Tiermoon Empire, Meer Luna Tiermoon, looked around stunnedly.

A piercing voice, voice, voice.

A curse, an anger that makes me want to block my ears just because I'm listening. Many of them are accusations against themselves.

"... why, why, like this"

How can I have to see myself like this, the first empress of the flourishing Tia Moon Empire?

Without bread, is it because you laughed that you should eat meat?

Is it because you bint to the daughter of a poor aristocrat with a flawed stomach?

Because you fired a cock on the spot that made a dish with yellow moon tomatoes, a vegetable you hate??

No, that's all of it, and, moaning in her heart that she was going to get a scratch, she saw the face of a folk burning with hatred.

At the beginning of it, I saw a young man giving instructions to the soldiers.

Theon Saul Sankland.

First prince of the kingdom of Sankland, the great power. He is a young man with silver hair.

And the girl who stands next to her. A girl called the Virgin of Tiermoon.

A young lady from a poor aristocracy on the border, with the help of Zion, who revolutionized for a suffering people.

Tiona Rudolfone.

A presence that discredited itself, an object of hatred.

But already, that flame of hatred also went out, and all that remained was an ash-like give up.

"... how could you do this"

No power, just crushing like that.

Eventually, a soldier who came behind her forced her to kneel.

In front of me, I saw a plate of boneless trees.

There's three holes in it. That's an instrument to secure the prisoner to the truncation table.

The tree that stood sawdust, just touched it, the lizard stabbed her, hurting her body.

"How could you do this..."

A third inquiry, there was a voice to answer it.

"It's for the Empire, die adulteress. Princess."

Raising her gaze, the soldier who brought herself was looking down with cold eyes.

Soon after I learned to fear the murderous intentions of the protrusion, a heavy mass of iron fell.

Finally, there was a dull sound... the scenery around me circled, circled, circled...

Clammy, and the only used journal I was allowed to have..., fell to the ground, and that, twitchy red, dyed red...

That's how Meer Luna Tiermoon died.

I dreamed that.

"Hi-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yay!

Meer exclaimed.

It was a bit of an unscrupulous scream, unworthy of the Imperial princess.

"Ku, ku, ku, ku, ku, ku, ku, ku, ku, ku, ku, ku!

Pepper and touch with your hands to confirm that your neck is attached. Confirm!

- Oh, there is. It's okay. It's okay.

Now I look down at my body with fright.

Wrapping a body that should have been wrapped in a worn out, wrecked cloth was a luxurious bedtime outfit.

Fluffy, with plenty of frills, it's a comfortable one to touch.

The skin, which was full of abrasions, was slippery and the flat palm of the stare shrunk more than I had ever dreamed of.

- Like, a child...

Blurry, get out of bed and stand in front of a big look.

Today, pale eyes, rounded open, platinum hair cut off by the shoulders and slightly red, healthy cheeks.

What I saw there was who I was when I was about 11 or 2 years old.

That's where the Empire still boasted one of the best glory and prosperity on the continent......

- That's crazy. But I should have been twenty...

Seventeen, captured on the way out, locked up in a dungeon for three years..., so.

Painful days float before me, one after the other.

The hard days, the days I cried, the hard stone feel of the dungeon, the feel of a limp damp blanket.

Confusion of memory, but greater relief than that.

"... oh, ho, so, hey"

Meer laughed.

"Yes, no, that can't happen."

Laughing high like laughing off a bad dream.

"It's a boring dream. You look like a child and you'll be stunned while I'm at it."

Real kids don't think of childish nightmares... but they can't afford to just wonder about it, anyway, laugh. Smile.

Then casually look at the pillow...

"... oh?

Meer tilted her neck.

Because there was something unusual in there.

It was an old journal.

As far as the cover goes, there's no mistake in the journal I've been following since I was ten. That's fine, but it's kind of old overall......

... or covered in dark stains.

It looks just like the last diary I saw in my dreams.

With trembling hands, touch the diary.

When I turned the frightening cover, the red-and-black stained page caught my eye.

The grudges written in surprise there, in her earlier long dreams, were nothing short of what she had extensively written......

The pain of the prison is nothing more than the fear of the truncator.

"Hiyayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Again Meer screamed, and on the bed, he fell, and passed out.