Tearmoon Empire Story

That was six months before Meer fell into the hands of the revolutionary army.

That day, Meer was walking in an idle palace. Looking at the parts, Meer sighed deeply.

"I can't believe that beautiful White Moon Palace would lose its vitality like this...... I never even thought about it..."

There is only one person to follow after her. It was only Ludwig Hewitt, a youth clerk with glasses.

Meer, who went straight out onto the balcony, sighed once again in a grand sigh as she looked down at the streets of the Empire City from there.

"The Empire is in a terrible situation..."

"The biggest problem is that we don't see the future. Plague on the Great Famine, Civil War with the Loulou Nation, riots everywhere...... Too much despair to see a bright future. We have all lost our energy to live and have abandoned ourselves."

Listening to Ludwig, Meer spills a mourning soliloquy.

"Oh my God...... Only two years ago at my birthday, I had so much extra food... Where did all the food you had to throw away disappear to...?

It is now a difficult situation for Meer herself to eat. It is a belly pekomia.

"It's not like there's an infinite pot of food gushing out, and it must have been a little late to realize,"

Ludwig shook his head in a frightening crossing.

A nobleman who is aware of that fact said that if there were more... this would not have happened...

"Ugh, stuffy...... Regardless of what you eat, you can no longer waste it and throw it away... Oh, I can't believe you're forgiving me for such a waste... It's a lifetime of unconsciousness. Oh, and now I want to go back to that time and stop."

Ludwig shrugged his shoulder small to Meer, who gripped his teeth.

"What about that? If you know what's ahead, you may be convinced, but no one could have convinced you that such a famine would occur..."

"That's my order, isn't it? Who the hell could have defied you?

Ludwig shook his head again at Meer as he glanced at him.

"To celebrate the birth of Her Royal Highness Princess Meer, make the best preparations... for the death of Her Majesty has come out. How dare you, Your Highness Princess Meer, have a bad minute?

And after saying that, Ludwig thinks slightly.

This is just a chat. If I tell you, it's a futile IF story.

But some might get through it. There is no point in hitting the truth theory and sealing Meer's opinion. Then this conversation should also be used meaningfully.

So..., after a lot of silence, Ludwig said.

"Right...... Instead of criticizing them outright for what they want, they may be able to do so to the extent that they change direction…"

Hiraki, looking at Meer, said he.

That was part of the education imposed by Ludwig.

From now on, when I intend to rebuild the Empire, Meer will have to be on the negotiating table many times. That, too, is in a rather demanding negotiating setting......

There can be no such thing as a princess going out to negotiate that hand. Civilian, prime minister or big nobleman in this Moon Province... Anyway, that's not what the princess should do.

But it's not normal time now.

If the Crown Princess can open things up by leaving, naturally, we need her to do so.

And Meer..., I don't hate (saying) that I'm going to take myself to the negotiating table. More than that, Meer......, for once listens to Ludwig's words and tries to work as hard as she can. Show only that attitude. For once......

That's why even as Ludwig, I'm concerned about keeping up with Meer's growth, educating her, etc.

"Hmm......, I see. Change the direction of the other person's wishes...... What exactly can I do about it..."

I'm putting my arms together and thinking... meer that looks like it. Looking sideways at Meer like that, Ludwig thought.

- Well, I don't even think it makes much sense to think about it, but making a habit of thinking like this would make sense for once. Sooner or later, the dawn when the Empire recovers from this predicament will have more chances to use its head...

But...... unfortunately, I never visited at that time.

Both Ludwig's consideration and Meer's efforts that bothered his head…, because everything is burned by the fire of the revolution and disappears with the dew of the cutting table….

But..., still...

All of their conversations that day never went to waste.

The memories were handed down to Meer, who is reticent in the carriage today.

- Hmm......, I see. Sure, I'll try to be on the spot, but it's hard to tell you to save. It seems difficult to convince your father. But...... you just want to avoid getting rid of missouri food. Something you can't manage......

Meer thinks.

- The best way not to make it extra is for me to eat it... But honestly, I can't eat that much either... Oh, I hate my snack self.

His Royal Highness, the princess who calls herself a snack, thinks desperately. Think, think, want something sweet, think...

"... change the direction of their hopes just a little, or... Hmm, then..."

Eventually, it comes to one answer.

"That's right... If you want to spend money generously, go ahead..."

And, in good time, the carriage arrived in front of the White Moon Palace.

"Oh, you're here."

While crushing, Meer looked back at the carriage.

The carriage that Strina and Bell rode, once, had Anne's parents go.

Because you can't show Bell to the Emperor.

I followed the Meers to the other carriage. There's Abel and Zion, two princes on board.

- This is how you followed me to the Empire, and it's a matter of courtesy to welcome me. You have to work hard.

You just followed me to the Yellow Moon Mansion, and I need to give you a firm welcome to the two of us to be out celebrating Meer's Birthday... Meer was in the mood.

... because it was such a meer... I didn't expect it.

There was alarm.

I can't believe there's such a trap in front of the White Moon Palace in the middle of the Empire... I couldn't even imagine the dust.

The only thing I could say was that it was a detour.

It was approaching her, now precisely as a blade to pierce Meer.

Next time, at Meer, White Moon Palace, die......!

... stabbed with shame.