Tearmoon Empire Story

- Not at all, I'm not convinced!

Disgruntled Emeralda puts Nina's special seafood pan in her mouth.

Thanks to the richness of the juice of the full moon palm and the salt air of the sea water, plus Nina's magic powder (spices), it had a wonderful flavour that warmed her body up pop.

Mea's wild grass is also well boiled and subtracted, which makes for a better pot dish than a little town inn meal.

That's good. As a maid of honor to the Duke of Greenmoon family, I wouldn't talk about it if I couldn't make this much.

However, I am dissatisfied with…,

- Why, ladies and gentlemen, can't you praise me?

That's what I meant.

The hand of the squire is the hand of the Lord. If so, Nina's cooking of delicious dishes must be praised as Emeralda's feat.

Nonetheless, the Meers just complimented Nina on her cooking skills.

- I'm not convinced of this!

By the way, Emeralda was actually helping with the job, too.

The men, His Royal Highness the Prince, still work to Meer, but they can't skip. If Meer skips,

"A noble person does such a job…"

"I'll leave the work to you!

I could also say that...

With Meer working in a nobler capacity and younger and more feminine, there's no reason why I don't work.

Therefore, the spearhead of dissatisfaction, naturally, turns towards Meer.

- This has always been the case with you, Meer. We, the noble bloodbearers, wish we watched the dignified civilians work. That's tradition!

Format and tradition, the teachings of being a nobleman, were the very foundations of Emeralda's thought.

For such Emeralda, Meer's behavior was as if she didn't understand.

Either you remember the name of your squire, or you actively try to get it from yourself in a boring and tired job. Such Meer's actions seemed a serious departure from common sense from Emeralda.

- Meer, because of you, even to me... Totally annoying story.

The mukamka lasted until that night.

One Emeralda couldn't sleep because of her anger as she fell asleep tired of living on an unfamiliar island.

"... I can't sleep at all... Let's take a little walk..."

Emeralda, waking her body up, stares into the dark.

Sleeping well, Emeralda stood up after nodding contentedly after seeing faces that showed no signs of waking up. Then I try to make my way to the exit of the cave and stop again.

"... Speaking of which, don't go behind this cave, you said..."

Remembering what Theon and Keithwood were saying, Emeralda grinned a lot.

"If that's what you mean... you can't just not go. Nobody can tie me up."

By the way, they told me not to go to the rocks behind the woods either, but I just don't think about going through the woods at night, etc. Because I'm scared...

So at best I was going to just url right out the entrance to the cave, except if it's in the cave.

So Emeralda sneaked into the back of the cave while lurking her footsteps.

hands on the wall, and coming somewhat away from the Meers,

"Heh heh heh heh, you cautioned me that you couldn't go with this darkness."

I gently removed the pendant on my chest.

When I opened the lid, in the dark, blurred and faint lights lit.

The pendant used a very precious stone called the Moonlight Stone (Aristal).

The stone, which absorbs sunlight and glows at night, was taken from abroad.

"Even so......, this cave, it's pretty deep. I wonder what's going on back there?

Emeralda tilts her neck and heads all the way to the back of the cave.

What makes you want to go extra when you tell me not to go, is probably blood muscle? Without standing in a cave that gradually narrows down, you succumb and move on.

Move on, move on... but there's never been anything.

Nothing interesting, and I don't see anything unusual.

"Hmm, I wonder what there is..., it's nothing in particular"

I got tired of it, so I thought it might be time to go home... etc.

Over where it is faintly uphill, it was up ahead......

"Oh? You're going downhill."

I wonder what's going on down the hill while grabbing the bell stone, which was in the nearby field, just easy to grip..., and I just climbed out with the lights on...

"Oh..."

I feel the unpleasant sound of boggling on my hands.

"Ah...... oh!? Oh my!?

Emeralda rolled down the hill, raising her dumb voice, etc.

That night, Meer felt like she'd heard the screaming voice of a woman in the distance.

What if it's a ghost? And Meer, who made her imagination difficult, couldn't sleep at all.

"Oh, ho, no. The ghost of an evil man, that's all I'm talking about. It depends on the sound of the wind, the sound of the wind. Nothing else...... Oh, Anne, Anne..."

Eventually, I hugged Anne to bed, but, well, it didn't matter.