Tearmoon Empire Story

There is a noise of patch and fire powder.

The huge fire (campfire) made on the beach was shaken by all the winds, yet blurred and red lit up the area.

Watching that flame, I sat with my knees on a rug laid on the beach...... Meer was blurry.

Shredded in strength by his daytime swimming workouts, Meer was struggling hard with his falling eyelids.

Nevertheless, I have already finished everything that needs to be done. Meer's stomach was already full because her sticky body was already clean with sea water, and that was tongue drumming for a dinner called the Duke of Greenmoon House.

All I have to do is go back to the tabernacle a little further from the beach and sleep..., but this time of fine sleep before bed, this moment spent illuminated by the pale lights of the burning, blunted Meer's feelings about going into the tabernacle and sleeping.

- Still..., it's time for the limit. Maybe we should go back and rest...

and so on, and Meer tried to get up, exactly then,

"So it's time to get started"

Breaking the silence, Emeralda's slightly lower voice sounded.

"Start? Ha... what are you talking about?

To Meer, who tilts his neck properly, Emeralda nods profoundly and then smiles ill-willed.

"Of course, it's suspicious."

"... huh?

"Vacation to a deserted island on a summer night...... and if so, isn't it naturally an event to do?

"Well! Were you going to do something stupid like that?

As she raised her surprise at Emeralda's unexpected response, Meer looked at the dark sea and then, on purpose, at the woods swinging in the wind.

... both seem to be lurking with some bakery stuff that you might not be good at... what a creepy vibe.

Meer doesn't believe in anything ghostly or obnoxious. So there's nothing to be afraid of.

- Rather, yes. It's ridiculous to talk about suspicions and such, I can't believe you enjoyed that, my dear! I don't know what to say if I'm just asking you something. But I don't want to be with you, do I? Shall I disagree? Wouldn't it be nice to disagree with a little reinforcement?

Meer, with a faintly tight face, worked hard to make a smile,

"Damn, I can't believe Emeralda enjoyed that..."

"Oh, Mia, could you be scared?

"I'm not scared here. I'm not scared at all."

"So it's not a problem, is it? Please, listen to childish stories and be funny"

"Gu, gu..."

It is Meer who gets rounded up.

"Now, quickly, but from me, the proponent. Something terrible to keep..."

"Please wait, Mr. Emeralda"

Meer hastily pinched her mouth.

- That you mentioned this, Mr. Emeralda, should like to talk about it, quite, scary... You must be hearing some horrible stories from your school peers... If you ask me that..., I won't be able to sleep..., Anne will!

Emeralda had hit Anne hard, even on the ship. Must be this frightening story that scares Anne and bullies her.

Meer dares stand up to defend her own cherished loyalty.

... because I'm never afraid of Meer, because I don't want to hear it... not. I didn't say no.

- Anyone else who seems to be able to talk...

Meer compares the faces of everyone on the spot.

- Theon will do everything without graduation, so he should be good with suspicions. Mr. Keithwood..., Hmm, this guy looks hot too. There may be many opportunities for women to talk about these things. And then, Abel...... Abel could also be familiar with the legacy of the Kingdom of Remno.

Even when it comes to suspicion, I'm not afraid to go that far if it's something I know muscular about. But on a day when they hear unknown horror stories and so on, they definitely can't sleep.

- Of course, Anne... But Abel is also very tearful for remembering things on the ship... I might tell you a strained, awfully scary story to scare me and Mr. Emeralda. You can't be alarmed!

Then there is only one thing Meer can do.

"I will let you go through it."

The operation set up by Meer is extremely simple.

Sharpening the time others talk about by lengthening their creative myths.

If it's just a story I made myself, Meer herself isn't scared. You'll get plenty of sleep at night too...... of course, Anne will.

... The last one is Meer, who didn't feel the logic was broken slightly, but doesn't care about the details. It was a meer with a large vessel.

- But I'm in trouble. I don't really listen to suspicions... Of course, it's not that I'm scared of anything, it's just because we talk a lot...

Hmm, and after a lot of trouble, Meer spoke quietly...

Tell us about your own experience!

"This, yes, is the story of the princess who was murdered by guillotine."

Talk about your past experiences while sharing some foot colors.

Remember, speak, speak diligently because you have to speak at length.

A story told by a ghost without a neck who appears in the castle.

A bloody journal left by that ghost.

Fear until you are put on guillotine and the despair of the moment you are put on guillotine......

Sometimes pitifully, sometimes terribly......

Meer noticed as she was talking.

That the same face that gathers on the spot is uniformly clinging to fear.

- Oh, you guys seem scared to listen to me. Ugh......

When I knew that was the case, Meer came on board with Xing. Somehow, scaring the others kind of made it a little fun.

More, emotionally, talk, talk.

Eventually, when we were done talking, the scene was quiet.

- Oh, my story, you were so scared...

And so on, Meer, who is immersed in satisfaction. It was.

"You talk like you've actually been put on guillotine..."

It makes me happy with Scion's point.

Then, seeing everyone's face again, Meer noticed her own mistake.

Yes... they weren't afraid. I was pulling!

It's a pull, too!

Anyway, Meer's account of the guillotine experience is true everywhere.

Feelings of the moment the blade falls, its sound and smell, the airiness of the execution site, etc. It was too real, a little, and the nobles were pulling more than a little.

"As it were, well, Mia meant that you liked stories... You have a lot of imagination."

Emeralda's voice echoed, like fixing the occasion.

- Oh, I see. Her Royal Highness Princess Meer, even if they are talking?

A subtle story as to whether it can be called Meer's talk of suspicion. Keithwood, who was listening to it aside, was, at first, tilting his neck, but nothing. Meer was just doing what she always did.

- Even in the form of a suspicious conversation, are you creating a story and talking about Emeralda's actions?

One of the effective ways to teach incomprehensible opponents is to talk.

Central Orthodox priests and Rafinas often used it when preaching God's teachings, but Meer also used it to teach Emeralda.

In the first place, it was understandable that I couldn't watch my friend, Emeralda, behave because it was the nature of Meer (and Keithwood thinks) not to abandon all humans and extend their potential.

- Proud princess, if you don't look at the people like the stupid princess in that story, when this happens, is that what you want to say? Hehe, nevertheless, Her Royal Highness Princess Meer is quite a pain in the ass. No matter how much Emeralda you say, give me the cake even though I can't get the bread, and I won't say anything. For once, I guess we are balancing ourselves by appealing to goodness in the part where we strive after the country leans......

Keithwood turned his attention to Emeralda, who was listening with interest to Meer.

- The question is whether Emeralda will listen to this story as about herself.

Ahead of his gaze, Emeralda raised her voice in exasperation.

"Next, then, wonder if this me. Well, I'll tell you a frightening story about the island."

Put your hand on his chest. Emeralda speaks with joy.

... Apparently, Meer's thoughts fell off... and Keithwood smiled bitterly, shrugging his shoulders.

Meanwhile, Meer, whose thoughts had been removed in another way, was diligently indulging in wanting to hold his head.

Because of the misallocation of time, Emeralda was unable to stop her from speaking suspiciously.

- Ugh, it's a failure of hatred.

Though I think so, I couldn't stop Emeralda anymore.

"Title…, the ghost of a stray walking evil man… This is a story that has long been passed down to the port country of Ganudos…"

That's how Emeralda started talking.

"Once upon a time, that was already a story before our empire could. There were cults chased across the ocean. Hating the country, hating people, they hid on a deserted island like we are now. So, secretly, we built a temple of evil gods beneath the island. I spent my days vowing to avenge the haters by returning to my country one day... Although."

Here, Emeralda cut the words. Then, look at all the faces, and then...

"Unfortunately, I couldn't go back. Leaving a deep grudge and dying, they are still walking astray on the island... That island, maybe this one we're on right now."

Moment after moment, hey, I heard a much sadder scream.

stirred fire boosted momentum, and I was surprised that Meer,

"Hiya!

Little, breathtaking.

Then, secretly, I grabbed the hem of Anne's skirt, which I held back right behind me.

Take care not to let Anne fall asleep. Anne also noticed Meer's behavior, softly adding her own hand to Meer's hand.

Apparently, the wind is getting a lot stronger.

Abel's voice that just seems a little worried. The escorts also looked anxious with no heart and looked around.

"For this minute, the sea will be rougher, but is your ship okay?

"Don't worry, Prince Zion. The ship doesn't sink slightly or softly, and the captain has a skilled man on board."

That's what I said and it was a chest stretching emeralda.