Tearmoon Empire Story

"Ah, this, Your Highness, Prince Abel"

A middle-aged civilian hurriedly retreated from his feet, one or two steps behind him.

"This is the..., the woman there, the aftermath..."

"I thought I said pick it up... Didn't you hear me?

In an unspoken voice, again, Abel said. Take a step at the same time.

"Or isn't it worth listening to, like, an inert second prince?

"Yes, no… there is no annihilation"

Civilians rush to pick up the vegetable paper (papyrus) and give it to Monica with a rambling hand. Then I gave up and stared at Monica badly...

"I'll say it overlapping. If there's anything more disrespectful to her, just think of it as the same thing you did to me."

With a sharper eye than that, Abel glanced at the civilian.

That was a sign like a blade carried by the knights on the battlefield... it was indisputable killing.

- This guy can look like this now...

To Abel's expression, Monica remembers her emotions. For a long time now, her appreciation of Abel Lemno was not a bad one.

In a situation in this country, a kind boy of heart who is kind to me. A person who can show compassion not only for his mother and sisters, but also for the maid who is a servant.

Monica was also like her brother, smiling and watching about Abel.

At the same time, however, as a ruler, he also thought of himself as an ineligible person to stand above people.

Indecisive and remarkably sweet personality. At times of need, I was wondering if I could make a strict decision as a power...

- If it had been before, I would have laughed and done it in this situation. I know you didn't help me, but I shouldn't have blamed you... Yet, it changed.

Now Abel was like Prince Zion in his native land.

A change so much that I wonder if he could, or maybe change the bad habits that nest in this country.

What the hell changed him so much......

"Are you okay?

If I noticed, Abel was peeking in.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Your Royal Highness."

"No, I'm sorry about this one. I don't think it's easy for you guys to work. I'm hoping we can do something about it, but it's not that easy."

With a bitter laugh, Abel cheeked.

"Um, I might be rude to say this, but you've changed, Your Highness Abel"

"Hmm? Really?

"Yes, I'm getting annoyed"

"Ha, well. I can't show her the pity..."

She......

Monica knows exactly who that refers to.

Tiermoon Empire Empress, Meer Luna Tiermoon.

Imperial Knowledge. Graham hates his natural enemies as much as a snake scorpion.

The girl who turned Abel into an ambitious young lion who was just sweet......

Monica is stifled with curiosity by the wisdom of an empire that hears rumors.

"What kind of person are you? Her Royal Highness the Empress Meer..."

"Hmm, right..."

Abel nodded often, thinking about it, and then said with a slightly illuminating smile.

"It's so fascinating that I can't reach it right now... but I'm the one who truly believed that I could catch up. Someone who trusted me and encouraged me to move forward more than I do now."

Beloved, Abel said in the tone of someone who speaks important thoughts. However,

"So I have to live up to her trust. If I hadn't worked harder... and that's what I was thinking..."

Abel's face broke on the lid. So, Monica realizes.

to the fact that he wears armor......

"Your Highness Abel, no way..."

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. It seems the front is glued. I was supposed to leave to inspire the soldiers. Truth is, my brother is better suited..."

That's what Abel shrugged her shoulder.

"I'm the one who got hurt, so I can't complain. I intend to assume my responsibilities as royalty properly. The loss of kingdom creates confusion and destruction..."

It was a slightly spine-stretching abel, but as always, its expression was indelible.

"Do you have something to be aware of?

"Oh, no... Nothing. It's just..."

face up, staring far away, Abel said.

"... I'm sure she won't forgive me for taking part in the oppression of the people,"

With a lonely face, so crushed.

"Your Highness..."

"Okay, excuse me"

Thus, after dropping off a line of Abel to march on, Monica unleashed a messenger bird.

White ravens with a reward for the country and another.

A black raven with the truth.

The bird in black rides the wind, dancing in the sky.

There is no guarantee that the reward will reach her as she wishes. Still,

- If it arrives…, it means destiny chose it….

The other way is...

It takes, and the seeds that Meer sowed at his behest sprout, spreading one after the other like weeds.