Tearmoon Empire Story

"It's just dark..."

Shizumi Forest was engulfed in the darkness of an intense night.

Though Dion's hand, which goes in front of Meer, is gripped by a pine light that emits brilliant lights, to that extent the lights, at best, pay off the darkness around us.

When Meer is distracted by a forest as if it were a different world than when she came during the day...

"Your Highness."

"Hih!

Suddenly, he was called upon, and Meer jumped up small.

"Become, Become, What?

"No, during the day, I just called you because I got to where I was attacked."

Dion said that, smiling Nico.

"Oh, yeah... Okay, I get it."

Meer looked around and tilted her neck.

"Is this really a daytime place?

"There's no doubt about it. Look, there's an arrow on that tree."

If you say so, yes, it does feel like...

- I have no idea. Or maybe I can't find something here...?

It was Meer who realised that while still, it was already too late.

I just told Dion I want to go home now, and he'll just be stunned.

No, if you can just be frightened, it's still hard when things get touching the scales. Anyway, he's the one who killed himself. We need to try not to buy anger as much as we can......

It was Meer staring at the ground trying to find hair decorations somehow......

"Your Highness, apparently things are going to go exactly as they were meant to go."

"... Huh?

Dion told me that Meer raised a loose voice between them.

"Hey, don't look, why don't you come out?

Dion says, pointing the pine lights towards the bushes. and..., suddenly, the gutters and bushes swayed, from which the martial men appeared.

Those who enveloped their thin, tight bodies in the bodies of beasts.

- That's the Loulou tribe. Maybe some of you are from Mr. Riola's blood.

Even while Meer is blurry observing like that, the story goes on.

"When you see where you don't shoot all of a sudden, it doesn't mean you're here to fight, does it?

"Sasga Empire No Warrior Tatino Chief Dearna. Bad Kunai Insight Deal"

The man who walked forward, trying to send the warriors. The old man with the stunning white beard stared at Guillaume, and Dion, and then at Meer.

"Daughter, Omaeha, daytime, Kokoni comer Dana?

All of a sudden he was a meer who was told the story and patted his eyes, but for now he couldn't help but lie, he nodded.

"That's right. I..."

"Daughter, here, Docode. Hands in. Leta?

The man said, in a low voice. In his hand, Meer's hair ornament, "A Horse's Hair Decoration," was gripped.

"Oh, that's..."

"Docode hand ni in leta, listen itel. Depends on your answer, Deja......"

"Uh, let's have it by then"

and there, Dion leaves a step forward.

"Not really, don't bother when you're being disrespectful. This is the princess of this empire I have to protect. For once."

Put your hands on the sword pattern and lower your voice.

"In some cases, this one doesn't condone"

"You......!

The bees and the tension that soars to the point where the sparks are likely to scatter, in the one-touch, immediate air, Meer...,

- Oh, this is...!

He was shuddering himself inadvertently and emotionally.

- I'm so comfortable..., I can't stop!

That was already so grumpy about the current situation that it brought tears to my eyes.

Anyway, Dion is the man who killed himself. It is a direct vendetta, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most hostile.

Such a person stands up and tries to cover herself..., really, really..., it was an extremely painful situation.

- Oh, that's it. Same feeling I had when I impressed Ludwig. Oh, I feel so good!

I was just about to start laughing unexpectedly.

"By the way, Your Highness... this, naturally, you have a math to put together, don't you?

"............ to?

I can pour cold water from my head.

"Erm..."

"If this is part of the math, I'd be glad to have instructions on whether I can slaughter them or not, engage or withdraw."

smile and a really good smile, Dion said.

Sensitive to the nuance contained in that smile, "If I hadn't thought of anything, I wouldn't forgive you," Meer blued her face all the time.

- Oh, I did. Not if you're feeling better! We need to do something...

Though I think so. It is a no-plan in the first place.

Besides, I have a Loulou man in front of me who looks angry about why. It seemed difficult to solve this situation without looking at the blood.

Furthermore, on closer consideration, Dion is not on the side of letting go. I'm not a friend, I'm not a loyal subordinate.

It's only conditional, and one way or the other, it even has an enemy vibe.

- Oh, I mean, you're not on my side, are you?

Meer is totally in tears at a situation of isolation and helplessness, a heart that helps herself at all times, and a predicament without Anne or Ludwig.

- Anyway, something..., if you don't think about it...

To Meer in a hurry, help came in from an unexpected direction.

"I want you to wait, it is!

"Oh... are you... Mr. Riola!?

Suddenly, Meer raised her surprise at the appearance of a familiar face.