Tearmoon Empire Story

Prince of the great Sankland, the belly of Theon Saul Sankland......, Keithwood is an excellent young man.

It boasts the arms of a sword unbeatable by Zion, who is regarded as a genius, and the driving works.

Courtesy is top notch, and many women are distracted by a cool smile.

If it is for the right thing, support and defend the Lord well who will no longer look beyond…, have overcome any crisis with a sword in hand and calm judgment.

There are rarely situations where that calm grin breaks down.

... No, I didn't, should I say.

Until I came to this St. Noel......

- Why..., why... How can there be so many problems one after the other...?

Keithwood was unexpectedly clawed by the disaster he visited.

The scourge appeared before him, looking like a poor princess.

The poor princess, Meer said, with a glowing, upbeat grin.

"Also, we're going to make sandwiches like that. Can I ask you for help?

"Ha...?

A weird voice fell zero from Keithwood's mouth.

... an unprecedented crisis was hitting Keithwood.

A few days after the mushroom hunt was decided, he got a call from Meer.

To him who came to the student council room, the opening was the best, Meer said.

I want to make a sandwich so I can help...

For a moment, I thought I heard it wrong (or yes... I wanted to) Keithwood looked at Meer again.

"Uh, what does that mean?

"We're going to make a sandwich for lunch at the mushroom hunt next time. So I was going to ask Mr. Keithwood for that help..."

Keithwood said as he held the area around his temple to relieve the headache.

Something is wrong with this story! But what the hell is wrong...?

Keithwood said as he diligently sorted out the thoughts that were going to be too shocking and confusing.

"Um... I'm sorry to bother you, but may I ask you to elaborate? I just want to think a little bit about what's wrong..."

"Ha? There's nothing strange about it, etc... We were going mushroom hunting in the woods the other day, right?

"Yeah, well, right... unintentionally..."

Keithwood sighs. I'm pretty sure I'm going mushroom hunting for now, though I'm not too convinced.

"If you're going to take a slow stroll through the woods, I think it's better to go out in the morning and come back in the afternoon."

"Yes, I think it's a reasonable plan"

The plan, which was closely drawn up using the map I received from Rafina, was certainly brilliant. This should also allow you to enjoy Meer and Chloe, who are not used to exercising, without any problems.

"Lunch is naturally in the woods. I checked it out, and they say there's a field in the woods that's just right for a picnic. So I thought I'd have lunchtime there..."

"I see, this is the place. I wonder if lunchtime in the wilderness also means deepening rapport"

Not a bad plan. I can't help it. Keithwood gives back a convincing nod.

"So let me make a sandwich and take it..."

"That's it!

Unexpectedly, Keithwood gets vegetables out.

"That's it, Your Highness, Princess Meer"

"Ha? Which is it?

"I understand your desire to prepare a sandwich, but I'm talking about why Her Royal Highness Princess Meer has to make it."

"No, not me. Anne, Chloe, Tiona, Riola."

... Last time, Keithwood commanded the ladies.

Not to say the U.N. crowd... but here's the thing... he's quite a member.

Keithwood reminds me of the headache I felt then and my head cracks again.

Even so, Keithwood's struggles, etc. "I know. This is not it!" All in all, "Meer said,

"Last time, it was my first time and I was able to do it so well. Using the experience of that time, you must be able to make something better than asking the kitchen cook!

I said it with confidence. That, a little irritating Keithwood on the doyah face until it's crisp.

"And for God's sake, Rafina is going to join us this time!

Strictly, in the same tone as the Virgin who tells the Divine Consort, Meer said.

It's not good news or anything! I drank all the way I wanted to say, and Keithwood took a big, deep breath. Then, once again, we go into the discussion of new elements.

"Mr. Rafina...?

"Yeah. I asked you to. That's comforting."

- It's comforting... really is it? I see...... Virgin Rafina said she excels in wisdom and is also good at dancing and other exercises. Since he seems clever, I can't deny the possibility that he is addicted to cooking too...?

Yes, that possibility cannot be ruled out. I can't...!

- You can't bet on the possibility of finding a grain of sand on such a sandy beach or anything!

Keithwood's reason tells. That's too dangerous a bet......

"Well, what do you think? You'll all be busy. Again, you should leave this to the kitchen experts...... I'm busy, too, so I might not be able to go oversee..."

If I don't take care of myself, I guess I just can't...? It was Keithwood thinking sweet things like that......

"Well, Mr. Keithwood, are you that busy? Then you don't have to. Just us girls team this time..."

"No, I withdraw. No, really, don't act on your own where I'm not!

Flip the foreword in a hurry.

Because I could imagine the rumbling and straying of the Meers was possible.

Impossible outrages, such as letting the Mears cook alone, without any surveillance.

- But if you do this badly, isn't this Zion's crisis before the poison mushroom?

Trembling Keithwood...... was, but a person appeared there to give out a help boat.

"Let me talk to you, Keithwood."

Who is that unexpected person who appeared......