Tearmoon Empire Story

Cyril Rudolfone was a boy who liked plants.

Why is this flower red?

How can you be like cotton wool when sowing?

How is this grass, so tall, and how is that grass so short?

I couldn't help but enjoy sweeping in my thoughts with blurry views of the grass, trees and flowers around me.

I couldn't help but enjoy reading the book and knowing the rare plants I haven't seen yet.

The world was flooded with strange plants.

Flowers blooming in the morning, flowers blooming in the evening, grasses catching bugs themselves, giant trees like castles.

His curiosity was greatly inspired by the incredible grasshopper of being in a distant exotic land.

Cyril's interest, in time, goes from his knowledge of the book to growing grass with his own hands.

There is no such thing. Even close places are full of wonders. Even with the same kind of flower, every one of them had its own personality, and Cyril liked to find it.

When planting and growing his favorite flowers in the garden became his precious hobby.

As an aristocratic man, you must behave splendidly. You have to be the kind of man who can polish sword arms, ride horses, and lead people. Although the pressure was very great, fortunately horticulture is not so uncommon as a hobby of nobility.

Besides, Rudolfon's house is also deeply related to agriculture.

So there would be nothing wrong with continuing as a hobby,... I thought so.

There was such an encounter with him that would make a dramatic difference.

An encounter with Meer Luna Tiermoon, the wisdom of the Empire...

Every one of you, every one of you, the carriage shakes.

The place known as the peripheral soil of the Empire is roughly the same everywhere. The roads are rugged.

The carriage carrying Cyril and Asha was headed for the Guilden Tubor Territory, located in the northern part of the Empire.

In the early summer of the season, during the wheat harvest period, twitching and serious problems were becoming apparent in the empire.

That's......

"Cyril, how was the harvest on the Rudolphin Tuborhood?

To Asha's inquiry, Cyril looked harsh.

"I hear it's not good. It's worse than last year..."

"Yes...... The same goes for Perugian."

Asha looks up into the sky and narrows her eyes.

"The grace of the day......, less was probably the cause......"

"of day..."

Cyril also looks up at the sky so that he can follow.

Even though the light of the day shines in the sky is as powerful and warm as usual......

"Cold resistant wheat......"

Less grace in the day, which, in other words, means lower temperatures. Again this year, if it is going to be as cold as last year, the yield will be depressing.

"Meer, you were predicting this and telling us..."

To Asha's twinkle, Cyril nodded and showed.

St. Meer's School offers a variety of classes. Cyril was studying botany, especially Asha, and agricultural techniques in Perugia.

It was remarkable, going so far as to be incomparable with that of the Empire.

The technique of "varietal improvement" polished out by years of drilling, several types of wheat produced by it.

For a variety of applications, to improved wheat, Cyril was a heartfelt surprise.

But...,

"None of it was working. There was nothing cold resistant in Perugian wheat"

Asha experimented using experimental fields she had made around the school, planting several types of wheat. But none of the results were good.

Wheat swaying in the wind, its ears were mostly scurvy and its contents empty. In the years when the grace of the day was faint, it was a symptom that appeared from time to time…, but its number felt to be increasing from last year.

In the distance, the view of the field as usual, but most of it, is like a corpse of wheat, so to speak…. What a creepy feeling the sight of a field of wheat corpses standing side by side and swaying.

"But that's... I don't think I have a choice. Because I've never heard of wheat like that..."

Cyril said to encourage Asha.

In view of the recent weather irregularities, I know Meer needs cold resistant wheat.

But just because you need it doesn't mean you'll find it soon.

No, in the first place, I don't even know if there really is such a thing.

Like there are no creatures that don't die......, like there are no humans that can live without eating things......, like there are no fish that can live on land......

Because even if there is less grace in the light of day, there may not be wheat that will bear fruit without problems….

Because that may be the reason for the absolute world.

It was like walking in the dark.

No guidance, I don't know where to go, just walk lost in the dark clouds...... How anxious is that......

"Is there really any cold resistant wheat...?

With it, Cyril crushes weakly. But Asha answered with a gentle grin.

"Cyril, remember. The fact that we see the challenges to solve is a great guide."

"Huh...?

"Find a problem to solve and hone the technology and move forward as you tackle that challenge. We, the people of Peruvian, have, in that way, increased our agricultural skills"

With a serious face, Asha continues.

"I... was about to give up and stop walking, and I remembered a dream I had forgotten, by my Lady Meer. Making sure everyone in the world doesn't starve...... As a first step towards that dream, Master Meer has given me a challenge. So completing this is the first step to my dream. Now, I will never give up."

A strong light that usually dwelt in the eyes of a gentle Asha......, Cyril did not think, and was seen.

It is an indomitable light, like a monk exploring the path, or a glow of readiness, like a knight going to war.

"Dr. Asha..."

And that was then. A vast field spread on both sides of the road.

"That's the Guildenside Tubor Territory..."

"Meer, as you said, you have a wide field. Shall we take a look?"

Say it quickly or stop the carriage and head to the field Asha. Cyril rushes after him.

"The situation is the same here, isn't it? You don't grow up well, it seems small overall"

In the distance, Asha sighed.

"After all, because the grace of the day is low..."

While crushing, Cyril casually touched nearby wheat… tilted his neck small.

"Is that it? This... the ear is growing properly...? Why..."

"How can this grass be so short?

On the pretend......, my voice echoes in my head. That's the voice of my past self speaking up.

Why is this wheat so short? How come you're not supposed to grow up well, but you're usually fruitful?

"To be short, I have a cold resistant secret...? No... no?

Asha walked up to Cyril, who was still observing wheat.

"What's wrong? Cyril, what's with the wheat?

"Dr. Asha, this..., feels like an imperial wheat and... a different kind"

"Huh...?

That, at first glance, was just malnourished wheat. For the purpose I saw it, it's almost no different from common wheat, and if something else must have grown decent, it's like being ignored without even caring.

But......, Cyril's eyes held on to the trivial differences.

This is not the same as the Peruvian wheat planted in the school or the Rudolphin Tubor territory.

I was sure. And...,

"Maybe Mia... you said you were going to find this wheat? By letting us go to a cold place..."

There is cold resistant wheat in cold areas….

The flowers are red, because red is more conducive to living in the land.

Tall trees, to receive much of the grace of the day.

The organism subtly alters the nature of the body in order to live in its environment. If so......

"Oh... well. Such an easy thing...... If I wanted to find cold resistant wheat, I had to look into fruitful wheat in cold areas..."

Both Peruvian and Rudolfone land are suitable for agriculture. If so, I didn't know. Wheat of a kind rooted in land with severe cold......

So deduced, Cyril shivered quietly.

I......, might be able to help Meer.

What was only a hobby, the knowledge of a book that I had left to curiosity to read..., using something that no one but my sister could recognize...

"Oh...... yes. That one... Mia admitted to me from the beginning... so she prepared the way to take advantage of it..."

Mia praised me when she saw the flowers that Cyril had grown. Seeing the power of Cyril, he showed me the way to keep it alive.

In the darkness, guidance has already been shown… there is certainly a way forward in front of us.

Then…, then, it is decided what needs to be done.

"Dr. Asha......, let's get this wheat"

When Cyril said so, his eyes were undisputed and dwelt in the same strong light as Asha Tafrief Perugian.