Tearmoon Empire Story

Raffina's meeting with Abram ended unexpectedly (why…?) Two days later, the Meers decided to travel to Sankland.

Preparations for his return were made by the Servants of Ludwig and Raffina.

In front of three Imperial carriages and one Velgar carriage, Meer had received a report from Ludwig.

"Returns take the form of four carriages and escorts around them. He is also a guard soldier, but he focuses on the Imperial Guard."

"... yes?

Hearing that, Meer leaned her neck small.

The Principality of Verga has imposed on itself that it does not have a large military force. That's why Raffina has a minimum number of guards.

It is customary for the Virgin to defend herself essentially as a soldier from a visiting country, or as a brave soldier from a neighborhood that Verga asked for.

In this case, Meer's Imperial Guard is supposed to play that role.

That's why it's good to have fewer guards on Velgar's side...

"What about the guards of the Kingdom of Lemno?

The destination was Ludwig, who was troubled by the coordination of the Green Moon family's private soldiers, the Imperial Guard and a mixed unit of invited Uncle Lampron soldiers from Saint Krand.

This time, Verga would have looked reluctant to coordinate with the guards of the Kingdom of Lemno that Abel would have brought along...

"There is only one guardian in the Kingdom of Remno."

In Ludwig's answer, Meer moved her eyebrows with a twinkle.

"Is it just one person...?

"Yes, thank you, Prince Abel was the only one who accompanied me. I'm here to say hello...."

"Yes, I understand. I'll see you later."

While nodding, Meer becomes a little worried.

And the fear became even stronger in front of Abel's only guard.

"Thank you very much for seeing your busy place. Princess Meer. I am responsible for the escort of His Highness Abel, my name is Gimmimatius the Knight."

It was an old soldier who knelt down and lowered his head deep. He was alone.

Looking at it, Meer becomes more and more anxious.

--I have a guard alone... Besides, I wonder if this old man is cold-blooded in the country, Abel...?

While thinking about it, Meer lifts her skirt a little and laughs. It's a complete Empress Smile that doesn't give you any anxiety.

"Greetings, Sir Gimmimatius. Empire Empress Meer Luna Tiamoon."

I greeted her perfectly... and raised my face... and suddenly, Meer noticed.

Dress like Gimmimatius.

--Well... this is...

Unexpectedly, it stunned me.

What the veterans were wearing, it was metal armor covering their entire bodies.

Slightly rounded metal armor, countless wounds running on its surface, proves that veterans are the knights of war who have slipped through numerous battlefields.

What is more noteworthy is the face of the veteran.

He, wearing the metal armor, which would be terribly heavy, smiled with a cool face. There was nothing dull in the movement, and it was so tingling that I didn't feel old.

If anyone saw him, they would have seen at a glance that he was not the only one.

... but, of course, Meer is not a "watcher." Meer's eyes are rather holes, glass balls if he uses somewhat euphemistic language, and blue jewels if he uses exaggerated and beautiful rhetoric.

In other words, it looks pretty pretty, but it doesn't have the ability to discern the opponent's force....

So, that's not what Meer was looking at.

"Isn't that a nice helmet? Sir Gimmimatias, if you don't mind, could you put your helmet on here?

Meer asks Gimmi Mathias, who was holding her helmet by the side.

"Haha, thank you very much for complimenting me on my war outfit. Farewell....."

And when I saw him in his helmet, in all his armor, the expectations that Meer had turned into certainty. That is!

--Hmm, this armor looks like a mushroom!

... this is it.

Meer's mushroom aesthetic eye (high power eye) was revealed when he saw a helmet that was rounded and swollen in a nice way, as well as armor that drew a soft curve. A mushroom silhouette hidden there.

--fufu, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have noticed.

Meer nodded greatly.

--I 've heard of it. Knights are designed to intimidate their opponents on the battlefield, or to bring in forces beyond their senses, such as powerful phantom beasts...

Meer looks at the man in front of her, his steel mushroom-like armor.

- Sir Gimmimatius is wearing mushroom-like armor. In other words, it's a mushroom night powered by mushrooms. This is very reliable.

Sometimes sharp poison kills enemies, and sometimes supple flexibility parries enemy attacks.

Mushrooms are also a symbol of strength for Meer.

With that, Meer nodded deeply....

"I see. Excellent armor. I was relieved to be able to count on you."

Hearing the tweet, not only Gimmimatias, but also Abel looked at it with surprise.

"That's right. Meer.... He has long served as a swordsmanship guide for my royal family. Of course, I've been stroked a long time since I was a kid."

While laughing bitterly, Abel said.

Well, that's right.

The role of a guide must still be quite strong.

--Hmm, that's mushroom night. Looks like you're seeping strength into your armor selection.

While Meer was thinking about it, Gimmimatius cheered when he looked at Dion with a mushroom knight.

"Whoa, whoa! Your Highness, Dion Ariah, who overwhelmed the Steel Spear."

Then you run over to Dion and stop a little further away.

"Hmm, I see... It seems like a terrible mercy, like no other rumor."

With your hands on your chin, look at Dion from head to bottom.

"No... that's you. I didn't think you were still alive. The sword of Remno, Lord Gimimatias."

It was a laughing dion... but his eyes weren't laughing at all, as if to determine the power of the veterans.

So, what should we do with the escort, Sir Gimmimatias?

"Well, if you're brave enough to defeat that Gorgonite spear, there's nothing wrong. Let's follow Lord Dion's lead."

After dropping off the old soldier who waved his hand, Meer looked at Dion.

"Do you know him?

"I don't know him, but he's a celebrity. A man who assembled the basic swordsmanship of the Royal Army of Lemno. I knew a master, a swordsman, a great nickname..."

Dion shrugged his shoulders with a bitter smile.

"The princess was apparently aware of her abilities, but she didn't seem to have lost. I was reluctant to stand up for it during the heyday... well, I guess the guard wouldn't worry about it anyway. I'd like to have my guards practice."

"Hmm. You're still a strong man..."

Seeing the mushroom night leaving, Meer knew her instincts were right.

After all, mushrooms are strong!