Tearmoon Empire Story

"Please... may such an unfortunate thing get rid of the world..."

It's a girl's prayer.

The girl, who was the princess of a certain country, was unable to take the hand that a dying child had stretched out for help when she visited a famine-stricken village.

The sights of that time, forever and ever, never disappeared from her mind.

So the girl held that prayer in her chest.

But many times I tried to pray, no matter how strongly I wished, it would never be heard.

At the whim of God, famine struck the country and hurt people.

Only when, the girl was starting to think.

Haven't your prayers reached God?

Doesn't God even care about his prayers, for example?

Then we have no choice.

Then I will show you, with my power, to eliminate that misfortune.

The girl tried.

Build up even more effort to enrich your country and keep your people from starving.

And the girl forgot her own (...) et al. (...) 'Prayer'.

The princess of the Peruvian farming country has learned to return to her home country before her summer vacation.

That's to take the lead in harvesting crops.

Furthermore, to serve as a harvest festival witch, thanking God for his harvest and praying for next year's abundance.

Since the Central Orthodox Church is also an accredited event, St. Noel's School is also officially allowed to take time off.

Because of this, I can't attend events such as the pre-summer swordsmanship tournament...

As a student, Asha Tafrief Perugian never thought she would miss that. Because it is an important duty to pray for abundance, as the princess of the 'farming country' where the people die depending on the harvest that year and the country leans.

To that idea, only a few changes were made when she was fifteen years old. It was about the day I met a discipline called botany at St. Noel's School.

The yield varies dramatically with or without knowledge. The fact was shocking to Asha.

I was ashamed that I did not know what drills the peasants, who were princesses of the farming country but also citizens, had accumulated.

At the same time, I thought she'd found it.

What you can do as a princess of an agricultural country......

Harness your knowledge of botany to create better crops to enrich your country.

From poor Perugia, sweep away hunger.

Since then, Asha has come to invest in her studies.

Some of the effort made the knowledge comparable to that of the school's instructors.

Use that knowledge you have acquired to enrich your country more. Reform agriculture. Make strong wheat.

On the day I graduated from St. Noel's School, Asha's chest had hot burning thoughts.

And so said the king, his father, to her, who had returned to his breasts with hope.

"Look at the fold, so that we may have a wedding with the nobility of some country," he said.

Naturally, Asha rebelled.

I want to support Peru as an engineer, as a researcher. I was wondering how you wouldn't figure that out.

But......, her enthusiasm squished as she was told by her mother and by her sister.

What I've done is nothing more than be self-satisfied..., wasn't it a barren thing to sow in the wasteland...

It was my sister, Princess Ranya, who made me her only ally to be depressed that way.

At any time, he was Ragna, who was supporting Asha in her studies, but earlier than St. Noel's School, he told Asha something surprising.

"Hey, sister Asha, aren't you willing to try working as a lecturer in a school city that can be new to the Tiermoon Empire?

"Uh, what do you mean?

Ask me more, and Asha is convinced.

I see, Ranya said she was close to Meer, the Empress of the Tiermoon Empire.

Raña says, "Mia appreciates what you think of Sister Asha so much"... Perhaps Ranya asked me to do something about Asha's current situation.

But......

"If the princess, Sister Asha, were to lecture at Her Royal Highness's school, she would make a better connection than marrying some nobleman. Peruvian relations with Tiermoon will be strengthened, and..."

"Too bad, Ranya. I can't take that story."

Blocking Ranya's story along the way, Asha shook her head slowly.

"Huh...?

No way, you didn't expect me to say no. Ranya opened her mouth with Pocan and then

"Oh no..., why?

"Will I need to explain? With such humiliation…, working under the princess of Tiermoon is very unthinkable"

Behavior of the Imperial Noble Children at the Crop Show Party in Perugia, planned by Asha......

It's a poor fruit from a weak small country, a vegetable like livestock eating, and they made fun of Perugian scattered. Even the peasants threw away the vegetables they struggled to make on the floor.

Whenever I remember the humiliation of that day, in Asha's belly, a grunt and a hot rage boils down.

"You seem to have made a good friendship with Her Royal Highness, but I cannot. I also don't have an in-laws to cooperate. So tell Her Royal Highness that you will officially refuse."

It was two days later that a letter from Ranya arrived under Meer.

In Viscount Bellman's territory, Meer, who had finally succeeded in soliciting Ludwig's master, Garve the Wise, had just enjoyed a moment's rest in the Imperial Capital......

"What! What are you doing!? Those guys, really, what are you doing!?

Meer, who was lying in bed and reading a letter from Ranya, ghhh! I held my head all the time and patted my legs.

Then, basically, he took up the pillow on the bed and started pounding it with the posposposse.

often rumble and then finally calm down......,

"But... for now, if that's the case, it would be nice to include an apology"

If necessary, it is the existing meer who bows his head as much as necessary. Instead, he even thinks it's cheap if you just keep your head down.

... Well, in fact, Meer's head is a cheap one.

So Meer quickly, when he asked for an apology letter, entrusted it to the early horse and sent it to Perugia. But things don't go that easily.

Meer sighed unexpectedly when she saw the letter back from Ranya.

"Well, you're right..."

The letter said Asha was saying something to the effect that "nothing, you don't have to apologize to Meer". Naturally, you should not be convinced that you will take on the lecturer's story.

Just a little apology, and if all goes well, there will be no difficulty.

"Again, we need to make the parties sincerely apologize..."

So Meer suggested the sum.

In short, all you have to do is make the people who made fun of Asha at the party seat acknowledge the taste of Perugian crops and apologize on top of that.

"Peruvian crops are often delicious, and depending on the dish, you'll find it easy to beat your heart... but no matter how tasty they are, I don't think they seem very touching."

There are many aristocrats in the empire who have an unreasonable aversion to agriculture. Likewise for crops, there is a tendency to look somewhere lower. So no matter how tasty and touching you are, you are likely to honestly not praise it.

So what do we do?

"If it's just a crop and you don't praise it, you just have to make sure they have to praise it"

I don't compliment you on just "delicious crops."

Then what about the delicious "glorious imperial” crop? Or……,

"Tasty imperial crops from Peru, a weaker country." What do you think?

It was the brother-in-law of the Gateway nobility in the centre of the Empire who made a fool of Asha. Consolidated in pride against the Empire, they are those who boast of their country and take it as their supreme pleasure to discredit others.

- It's easy to roll those people over your palms!

And so on, Meer grins like a garlic and a schemer. It's just a schemer, it's nothing. Meer is not a schemer...

Either way, the plan solidified really well.

First, Meer invites Asha and her noble brother, who made fun of her, to a tea party.

Keep dishes of Peruvian crops there. Of course, not to say where it comes from.

That's where Meer tells you.

"The vegetables used in this dish are excellent!

and.

If they do, they will listen to Meer, and then they will look at Asha, who was invited.

"I see, Her Royal Highness Princess Meer, are you trying to say that the imperial produce is superior to that of the Peruvian farming country!

Misunderstood on its own.

"They're the kind of people who say badly at party venues while you take Peru's invitation, and I'm sure you'll think so. And you should probably praise me about after me. That's where the crap comes in, right? If so, the place is still good within the Empire..."

Essentially, nobles looking low at agriculture in general, but there it is a matter of comparison.

If it is a comparison between Peruvian crops and those that can be made in the Empire, they must therefore be praised. So, in fact, I rattled that all this crop was made in Perugia, and at once, I made Asha apologize.

"To do this, the best place to go is to ask Rudolphin Toho..."

Uncle Bentu is also an imperial nobleman who hates him, but is still an imperial nobleman. They will be more peer-minded than their own country and the small country of Perugia that looks down on them.

If you behave there abundant crops, I'm sure they misinterpret it as taken in the territory of Rudolphin's neighborhood Tuborhood, and the harvest of the Empire is better! You should say something like that.

Even more locally, it is close to Perugia and close to the planned construction site of the Meer School.

As is the flow, please visit the school, etc. it can be considered the best location for location.

"Honestly, it's a little bit of a bow of your head to Rudolphone's Tubor..."

Well, but if you bow your head, it's fine if you fix it.

They are cheap things like Meer's head.

"And then..., you're right. It may also be useful to call for children who plan to attend school for a performance effect."

Meer furthermore advances her thinking around the ready.

Even if the nobles apologize, they won't necessarily be able to take on the lecturer's story.

Therefore, it is difficult to set up an environment that refuses to talk about lecturers.

The operation is simple.

Show Asha the children she teaches.

"Cyril seems like a smart kid to see, and you look like you should call him. I hope you're free to ask questions and motivate your instructors..."

You don't specify the content of the question because, naturally, Meer has no knowledge at all.

The part I don't know throws it to a familiar person. It is Meer's stance.

"Besides, Waggle, he's a good kid, so you're gonna love it. And then, of that orphanage... did I mention Mr. Celia? Because of her, let's call her."

As for the two other people besides Cyril, I am looking to have the situation appealed to.

Perhaps Princess Asha does not have a good impression on the imperial nobility. If so, then the students will not only be noble children, but rather, they will take it from the civilian population, they will also call excellent children from the orphanage, and they will appeal.

The Peruvian royalty says it is close to the people. Then the presence of the two should always be a "hard factor to turn down a request".

Before the battle begins, I want to have the victory finalized already. Meer's caution (Chicken Heart) makes her bury the outer moat.

In this way, with all due respect, Meer held a tea party.

"Welcome, come on. Her Royal Highness Princess Asha Tafrief Perugian. Thank you for coming to prepare for the harvest festival."

Seeing Meer with a smile on her face, Asha regretted only a little that she had responded to the invitation. Sometimes I turned down the lecturer's story the other day, and it was just hard to say no...

"No, I am very honored to invite you, Your Highness Princess Meer."

Saying, Asha glanced at the invitees.

All that was there were those who made fun of Asha at the party that day. Niyaniya and still stared at Asha with contempt.

- Mia, since I turned you down the other day, are you going to make a fool out of that stomach? But with the personality I've been hearing from Ranya, you're not supposed to do that. For example, are you going to order them to do the opposite and even make them apologize......?

Even if you apologize now, I'm not going to take on the lecturer's story..., Asha sighed small.

The tea party that started that way, from Asha's eyes, was somewhat white.

Vegetables and fruits from Peru are used in all the dishes offered.

After just a bite, Asha realized that.

And Meer praised the dish openly. Praised and praised and praised.

It would be too much praise for anything at all, and that's enough momentum to eat and eat and praise me already that my cheeks really fall off.

- That's a visible compliment. Most of all, that act is brilliant...

Asha is half frightened and half impressed by Meer, who seems to be indulging in cooking from the bottom of her heart.

"Really, it's fantastic. This cake. I can't stop this fruit!

"Right. That's not comparable to the fruit from our empire, this weak farming country."

Inadvertently, one young nobleman uttered a word...... Hearing that, Meer grinned at the garlic......,

"Oh, actually... all the crops used in today's dishes are from Peruvian?

I started a monkey play.

- So you're saying we stick it out that the vegetables you were praising were from Perugia who were making fun of you and make you apologize that way?

Looking white somewhere, Asha was staring at the exchange.

Perhaps they were called to take Meer's orders and apologize.

- A really nasty play. If you're serious, and you're thinking about that, Her Royal Highness Princess Meer doesn't seem like a big person either...

But if you get so physically fit, you can't accept an apology, even as Asha. In addition, we may have to respond to Meer's request.

For no reason, the princess's authority is not so light as to refuse a request.

- That and this, because our country is weak... Because I'm poor......

It was Asha who was watching her become in a dark mood... but in front of her like that, something unexpected was unfolding.

The noble children who were pointed out to be from Perugia who praised themselves for being delicious, that it would be or that they were ridiculous......

"Oh, I see, using boring fruits from Perugia and making so many delicious cakes, that's the cook of our empire!

"I mean, that's how today's meeting uses inferior quality ingredients to make good food,"

Going diagonally of the prediction, I mentioned a ton of demo stuff.

"... huh?

Exactly, was the answer unexpected, and Meer is also blinking her eyes properly.

Asha, on the other hand, with her cold eyes, looked at the noble children.

- Oh, my God, those are boring people......

I can't believe I can't apologize for not being able to admit my own mistakes yet over this period...... what foolish people...... At the same time, Asha wondered.

- But what the hell did Her Royal Highness Princess Meer want? If you want those people to apologize, you just need to give them an order beforehand...

Naturally, we should do that. Those who cannot expect this to happen cannot be called by the daunting name of Empire Wisdom, etc...

That was then.

"Um, Her Royal Highness Princess Asha..."

Besides, the boy who was at the tea party talked to me. Back in the year, would it be a little less than Ranya? By the boy, there were also boys and girls about the same age. Asha was also concerned about the young impressions of them compared to the other participants.

"I wonder what? Erm..."

Asha also thinks with a gentle grin.

If this tea party is a place of apology for Asha, what are these kids? and.

You perceived such Asha's doubts, the boy named himself Cyril Rudolfone.

Apparently, the son of the lord of this land. The boy next door named Waggle, plus the girl next door named Celia.

"Thanks for the polite introduction. So?"

"Ah, yes. Is the powder used for this pasta, possibly…, cold moon soba fruit?

"I think so..."

Why are you asking me about the ingredients? While I thought, Asha nodded and showed it.

"What's that?

"Yes, if this is cold moon soba fruit, think it's amazing"

"... oh, why not?

Asha's eyes get thinner. Staring ahead, Cyril said in a small voice.

"You can't pick this soba fruit this season. It should have been harvested during the winter months. But this pasta tastes like fresh cold moon soba. What's going on with this?

Hearing Cyril's words, Asha was stunned.

The boy in front of him... is a solid discerner of Perugian skill.

"You understand very well. It is cold moon soba noodles that have been made to bear fruit during the warmer months due to variety improvements."

"What? Is there such a thing? How does that..."

Cyril raising his surprise voice. Then, one question after another was being thrown, proving the depth of his knowledge of the plant.

- What the hell is this girl...?

It was Asha who remembered such a question, but soon the answer was presented.

"We're going to send you to Meer's school."

- Oh, I see... these kids are going to be students...

I thought so, just a little bit, but I got interested. As much as I don't think I care, such as hatred for those disrespectful...

- Right... Could it be that Her Royal Highness Princess Meer wanted to show you that there was no point in apologizing for those boring people...?

Asha thought so.

In the first place, that's what Asha herself said.

"It doesn't make sense to have Meer apologize," he said.

Likewise, on Meer's orders, there must be no point in forcing her to apologize. Instead, I don't get any apologies from the fools I get.

Seen by such boring emotions, educating talented children, misses that opportunity? and.

Alternatively, you renounce continuing your meaningful research.

Asha thought, as Meer had been asking.

But......, it wasn't.

"Nevertheless, Mia, why were you thinking of building a botanical school within the Empire?

Asha, who questioned her, was crushing by accident.

In empires, agriculture and things about it tend to be seen low. So don't you have to go out of your way to set up a botany class in the crown princess's livery school?

It was a boy named Waggle who answered that question.

"My lord Meer, he said. If you're not even hungry, you can handle everything..."

To be more precise: "Something that can handle everything if you're not even hungry. Because there won't be a revolution, and I don't have to worry about being put on guillotine"... Naturally, Asha has no reason to know.

Then Waggle talked about meeting Meer with a slightly embarrassing grin.

An episode about helping Waggle where he's starving and falling in the slums.

Then Celia opened her mouth, too. She was also a girl from an orphanage who knew hunger.

"If you're not even hungry, you can handle everything...... So I need food...... I need a knowledge of botany to get a lot of food. We are going to need to improve agricultural technology…"

Meer's words profoundly pierced Asha's chest and echoed.

Because that was a word that could be called Asha's origin.

Peru, known as the agrarian country, had also once been attacked by famine.

That year was one in which the harvest of various crops was drastically reduced because of the heavy rainfall and the lack of grace of the day.

The royal family of Perugia was in close proximity to the peasants of the people.

Therefore Asha walked around the countryside about her father, the king.

Look at the people who fall hungry......, the children who are not old enough, look at the hands they reach out for help......

I need to see something like this. Think this misfortune must never happen again...

So I prayed that such misfortune would disappear from the world (...).

Once again, Asha looked at the boys in front of her.

At first glance, clothed children. Such seemed overlapping with the dying children they saw that day...

It doesn't make sense for a Peruvian nation to be rich.

Even if you gain more power than the Empire and become strong enough to sweep all nations, it's just one country.

Then the unfortunate sight of that day will never go away.

It's all about stopping watching in Perugia. Somewhere in the world, there are children who, after all, suffer similar misfortunes and fall hungry.

And that could be, right now, the children in front of us.

- What did I go to St. Noel for?

To enhance agricultural technology in farming countries and enrich the country? For the peace of the people of Perugia?

No, it's not. It wasn't.

Because I don't want to repeat that misfortune...... Because I wanted to make it a world where no one would fall hungry......

- So I thought, studying botany...

It was a little prayer for a young girl.

Please, don't let that unfortunate happen to this world.

But no matter how much you pray, no matter how much you pray, when the harvest decreases, it decreases.

Those who starved to death did not disappear.

So when I only gave up that prayer would not be heard, that there would be no meaning.

But......

There was a hand stretched out in front of me.

Small and noble, the hands of His Royal Highness the Princess of the Empire.

She noticed the pretense.

I always thought I hadn't heard my prayers. But maybe not.

In front of me, this girl is probably the answer to my prayers.

From the world, eliminating that kind of misfortune, the path for it may now be open in front of us.

- Then I... I...!

Asha told Meer, pushed back by jitters and strange emotions that gush from the back of her chest.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Meer, you know, I'm talking about the lecturer, and I'd love to take it on"

"... Huh?

I thought the operation was completely off, and Meer, who was eating the cake, couldn't answer well because of the cake she was putting in her mouth full.

Asha Tafrief Perugian.

That's the name of a hero to be engraved in history. It is the name of a great female scholar, who, in collaboration with his genius spouse Cyril Rudolfone, produced cold-resistant wheat and swept away famine from the continent….

It took and the foresighted rare strategist Meer succeeded in spouting Asha brilliantly.

Yes, at the preparation stage, the Empire's wisdom had already confirmed victory.

"Pre-reader" Meer, who had done the divorce of winning before the battle began, was perfectly upbeat and enjoyed a glass of stomach, cakes and treats. unplanned, ate a lot of sweets......

Meer forgot. That this is an important time before the summer......

I couldn't read the future.

I can't believe such a humiliating event awaited me about a month ago...

Until Meer realizes she's FNY......, forty more days.