Tearmoon Empire Story

Peruvian farming country - there is nothing in this country that can be called a decent army, which is lavishly called "no territory other than agricultural land in our country".

Although close guards to protect the royal family exist for once, their size is inferior to that of the Imperial Army, as well as that of a private regiment of a nobleman of the Empire. Moreover, its constituents, as opposed to half a farmer and half a soldier, were like two soldiers of eight farmers, and once war broke out, it was a small, weak military country that could not be ravaged.

It was due to the influence of the Central Orthodox Church, widely recognized in the land, and its thorough deference to the Tiermoon Empire, that such a country could remain intact, without being destroyed.

The spreading common moral foundation of the Central Orthodox Church did not allow for cheap wars of aggression, and the imperial force behind it served as an actual military deterrent.

It was a Peruvian farming country with such a geopolitical background, but that never dropped their shoulders.

"We will conquer the continent by food."

Under such a grand decree, historical royalty, citing the country, made progress in improving agricultural technology. We took a good situation backwards without strengthening our military capabilities.

It inspired the people to enrich the country with quality crops and with different types of crops. Trying to get back at countries so they can't treat them like they belong... so hard, so hard...

Now......, that effort never paid off.

Because their neighbors, the back shield, was the Tiermoon Empire, which despised agriculture.

Empire was the bottleneck.

It is only in the imperial kingdom that Peruvians are protected, but that empire does not appreciate agriculture, which is Peruvian's greatest strength.

It's as if it's a dirty job, looking down.

There was indeed a gulf between the Peruvian farming nations and the Tiermoon Empire that could not easily be crossed.

"I'll see you first. Your Majesty, it is an honor and a great honor to have you here."

King Perugian laughed bitterly in front of Shalok Cornrogue, a man who kneels before himself.

"No excessive thanksgiving is necessary to the king of a kingdom whose name is only the country. I wonder what the famous big merchant Lord Corn Rogue was doing for our country?

The king knows. For the royal nobility, pride and courtesy are worth putting your life on the line. For a merchant, however, that is only a means of advancing business negotiations in his favour.

"I see, that is His Majesty the King, who is known with wisdom. Can't you open your heart with rhetoric?"

"Do something different than smart. I'm nothing but a fool in a small country, such as me."

With that said, the king gives instructions to sit in Sharokh with one hand.

"Really? In my eyes, you seem to be sharpening the weapons that could have killed the champion of the continent."

"Hmm... what is a weapon? What kind of weapon is there in my country that doesn't have all sorts of armies? No way, you think our country is secretly boosting its armaments...?

"Play. Military power, etc......, you can leave it to the foolish empire. If you need to maintain peace, you can stay in Velga. You will have something that kills humans more deeply than that."

Sharok said with a grin on his mouth.

"Yes, food……,"

To the word, the king is only slightly, inspired by vigilance.

"I see... indeed, my country is investing in agriculture, but it is not calm with weapons"

Shalok won't let King Perugian get away with trying to laugh.

"If you are a country that invests in agriculture, you will feel it. Signs of inaction, footsteps of famine. In times of famine, the most valuable are not gold, jewels. It's in the food."

And so Shalok stares into the eyes of the king.

"Do you have any toothpicks? to be called His Majesty the King, the Empire's kingdom, etc. Your country has excellent agricultural skills. But as long as there is an empire, it will always be treated differently like an empire."

The word truly turned the king's heart.

That was because for years it was a chain of curses that had tied Perugian up.

"... that will also change if the exchangers change. Her Royal Highness Princess Meer of the Empire asks if she is profound in food. I'm sure it will have a good impact on my Peruvian..."

"Be merciful of the young princess," he said? Is that also a lot less passive?

Shalok's words, tingling, and the king's shoulder shaking.

The king knows.

The drilling that the Peruvian farming countries have piled up is real. How many people have technicians been sweating and weeping... Nevertheless, it cannot be a shame to be told that the way in which that effort is rewarded…, that it is something that leads to the mercy of one princess….

If that was his only thought, or he could have swallowed it. As far as my daughters are concerned, the Crown Princess Meer is a man of goodness.

What she brings in power now in the empire must be good for Perugia.

... but in the eyes of the king was the figure of a people sweating in the fields. That's not all the people look like right now. It is the figure of the people who have supported this agricultural country, which is no longer in the world.

Is it good that what they have piled up is solid in this form......

Seducers whisper sweetly in their ears. Nowadays, crops are weapons.

It can kill an empire, it can be a powerful weapon.

The fact that what the forefathers of Perugia had piled up could be a weapon in return for those who had seen themselves low shook the king's heart.

"... what exactly are you going to do? If you are reluctant to sell crops, the Imperial side will not shut up..."

"It's easy, you just have to hoist the value. It's not unjust either, to the extent that it's justified, or, to the extent that it's justified, just a step forward. All you have to do is move the soldiers and try to exert pressure, raising the value only slightly to the extent that the Empire doesn't think. Raise the value again when you get used to it. By the way, does Your Majesty know the trick of boiling a devil's fish with eight legs alive?

In an unexpected inquiry, the king tilts his neck.

"Easy things. All of a sudden, you can get away with putting it on hot water, so you just have to gradually strengthen the fire. If you do, when you realize it, it's too late. Boiled."

Sharoke smiles, doing it to.

"Thus, the addition or subtraction is what merchants specialize in. Please, could you leave the deal with the Empire to me?

"... I see, I get it. but don't give me an instant answer...... Will they leave for Thanksgiving? Lord Shalok."

"Yes, I will make good money."

"So this reply is also at the end of the festival…"

That's how the talks between the two ended.

Sneaky......, listening to the story, without noticing the presence of the princess......

However, as per the basement stem...... there is no reason to know, such as that the princess is connected to Meer.

- What shall we do... Big deal......

He laid himself in the next room between the sights, Ragna killing his breath and watching what was going on.

That was the room I used to hang out with my sisters from a very young age.

If I listened to the slightest gap in the wall, I would often use it for flirting because I could hear the conversation between glances. It is unique to the small country of Perugia.

- I don't think your father would take that kind of talk...

Though I thought so, I still had a little anxiety in Ragna's mind.

What if I was who I was before I met Meer... and I got that offer, wouldn't I ask...?

That's what I think.

- If your father gets into the conversation..., it's going to be a big deal. But Mia, is it okay if I tell you this...?

What my father might do is a clear betrayal of the Empire. If you do poorly, you can buy Meer's anger and make a big deal out of it.

After a moment of stray, Ranya takes immediate action. As soon as possible, to give Meer the news.

- Meer, I'm sure you'll do something about it!

Trust in Meer never wavered.