Tearmoon Empire Story

Chloe's father, Marco Forklord, was a merchant who grew up in a generation to the Great Chamber of Commerce.

As a masterpiece of deep insight and calm judgment as a merchant, he is a man at a glance from his peers.

He, the cutter, put his daughter in St. Noel's School purely because he thought about her future. I wanted my knowledge to be learned in the best environment on the continent, and I wished my familiar daughter could have a good friend.

It's just... well, I wish that friend was your nobleman and had a connection! Though I thought so.

Anyway, he's a rooted merchant.

Sensitive to profit, falling doesn't just wake up, and you don't miss making money stories.

Doing his wisdom and how to trade on terms in his favor, business to him was a winning or losing event.

It was therefore his motto not to miss any opportunity to take advantage of it.

Even he didn't think, no way, that his daughter would be friends with the Princess of the Great Empire.

- Daughter, it would be nice to be friends with your lady, but if I could add and subtract a little more, I would have been happy as a father...

Even though he thought so, he was visiting the Tiermoon Empire.

I didn't have to take advantage of my luck when I suddenly came down, and more than that, I wanted to say hello to my daughter's first friend.

Just in the fold where there was a deal near the Empire, he asked to see Meer.

I thought I was busy talking about Princess Meer, rumored to be the Empire's wisdom.

- I thought they'd wait more than ten days, but I didn't expect to see you so soon...

Marco, passed during a glance, once again saw a girl with a superior grin - Meer Luna Tiermoon.

As Chloe told me, she's the girl with the seemingly lucrative eyes.

"I'll see you first, Your Highness. My name is Marco Forklord, Chloe's father. I'm the head of the Chamber of Commerce, but I'm getting a knight's title."

"Welcome aboard. Sir Forklord. How's Chloe?

"Yes, thanks to you..."

After constant bickering, Meer silences herself for a moment.

When I opened my mouth again,

"By the way, Sir Forklord, I'd like to ask you an attempt, is it possible to have things carried from the other side of the ocean?

In a quiet tone, Meer said.

"What? Oh, yeah, it's possible. Our Chamber of Commerce also owns a large number of merchant ships, so if you need anything…"

Isn't this, what, a business opportunity? I said with a bright smile.

"So, what do you have for me? Spices? Or a carpet? Those things are of good quality and popular with the Imperial aristocrats..."

It's wheat.

"What?"

To the words out of Meer's mouth, Marco rounds his eyes for a moment.

Bringing wheat from across the ocean......, that was hard to think about in merchant common sense.

Because wheat doesn't have to be brought from abroad.

Wheat can be taken both within the Empire and in neighbouring countries. If you don't have to go out of your way to bring it in over a long period of time, there's no benefit.

Buy it where it "is" and sell it high where it "isn't".

That's the basics of business.

If there was famine and food was scarce, one would be able to make money, but normally it's the logic that can't help but say that it's about getting bought down cheap and recovering transportation costs.

Where would people buy wheat from overseas, which is often unchanged in taste, and which also includes high transport costs, when it comes to having locally produced cheap wheat?

But that wasn't all.

Marco turned a blind eye to the conditions Meer had added.

"And I have a condition. Set the price first and don't move it no matter what."

"Is that, I mean...?

"If there was a famine, I wouldn't allow you to raise the price."

"Become..."

It was almost a disastrous demand.

Then the Fork Road Chamber of Commerce doesn't have any good taste.

Of course, as a Tiermoon Empire, just in case, it makes sense to keep a food supplier secure, but that's too one-sided...

No, and Marco keeps it in mind.

As far as Chloe tells me, anyone who says Princess Meer shouldn't have the personality to use power to force her through. So, if there is, there must always be a point behind her words......

- Are you saying it's being tried?

Marco feels her spine get slightly cold. He was being dragged before he even noticed.

In a place of business where blades are exchanged between words and words.

- Princess Meer's words must always make sense. Do you realize that or not, and you want me to try and figure out if I'm a worthy person to trade?

I needed to think about it.

What the hell is this deal that makes Marco want to make a deal?

"Oh, I did. I forgot to tell you..."

At that time, deliberately, Meer adds.

"At the very least, I'll buy you a certain amount."

Buy a fixed price, a fixed amount......

Under no circumstances will the price move.

Even starvation......, or.

- Even if it wasn't...? That is.

Some of the conditions Meer said combine behind Marco's brain to draw one conclusion.

- A commodity not subject to price fluctuations, you mean?

Instantly, considering the pros and cons, Marco remembered the war.