Tearmoon Empire Story

Now, while Meer was playing in the Imperial Capital, Theon and Keith Wood had a relaxing and peaceful summer vacation...... in the territory of Rudolfon.

To visit Eschar at St. Meer's.

Also, to say hello to the Duke of Green Moon, who is keeping Eschar.

Or stretch your legs a bit and head to Peruvian agriculture. I thought it would be a good idea to take a look at the mechanism that Meer was trying to make.

"Well, there are many reasons..."

--It must be to see Lady Tiona after all...

With that in mind, Keith Wood gets happy.

As she became closer to Tiona, Theon's shoulders began to relax a bit.

--As a prince of Sancland, I know you'll be careful with your partner... "You think too hard... Your Highness.

It was Keith Wood who always wondered if it was okay to do something a little more messy.

Therefore, although it is difficult to say that it is Nancha, it is Keith Wood who keeps an eye on Theon's clumsy romance with a warm feeling like his brother who watches his brother's growth.

"I don't think she's in love..."

Keith Wood smiled at the clumsiness that the dexterous Theon showed toward his love... and finally sneezed.

"But... it's peaceful anyway."

Keith Wood snaps at the windswept flowers in the courtyard of Rudolfon Mansion.

Recently, I was too busy to love flowers, so it was strange to walk around looking at the flower beds like this.

"Well, maybe it's just too boring..."

I've crushed such a thing... there's no way the God of Destiny can leave me alone...

"Oh, is this you?" Keith Wood. "

Keith Wood raised his face as a voice called out.

There was an escort knight accompanying him from San Crando.

Did something happen?

"Yes. In fact, I've received word from Lord Keithwood..."

"For me...? From my native San Crande?"

Keith Wood frowned, but the knight shook his head.

“No, it's from Saffias, the Duke of Blue Moon.”

"Ah, Saffias-sama..."

Safias Etois Blue Moon.

Keith Wood narrows his eyes to nostalgia as he remembers the face of a young man who had made friendships.

I told him to come to the Empire in a letter before the summer vacation...

"I would have liked to see you if I had the chance..." Could you have made time for me? "

When it comes to starry dukes, they are the tallest titles in the Empire.

"I know you've been busy, but if you've made time for me, I'm sorry for what you've done..." I thought it was Keith Wood, but when I opened the letter from Saffias, it solidified.

The text was succinct.

"It seems that Mr. Meir invited Retizia to a cooking party......"

"...... Haa?"

Because I was so alarmed, I heard a lewd voice.

The character string that I didn't expect... was confused, or was it because of your hard to name emotions... it was trembling small.

I can see the distress of Saphias, my friend who wrote this.

"This is... what the hell, why is this happening...?"

No, I don't know what's going on. The question is, what do we do?

”What are you going to do... that's decided, isn't it?”

Keith Wood shrugged his shoulders.

--Pretend not to see it... I see. There's nothing I can do.

Saffias Etois Bluemoon, he's a friend, but a nobleman from another country.

I'm not supposed to offer loyalty, and now I have a mission to fulfill Zion's escort mission. We need to see how His Highness Eschar is doing and report back to the King.

We have a lot of work to do! I wasn't bored at all!

― ― It's common for letters not to arrive for some reason. Yeah, that's common. So, even if you didn't read this... no problem. Yeah!

Gently, it was Keith Wood who was trying to flow low... but I suddenly felt something caught in my heart.

"Do you want to rush to the crisis of friends..."

Anyone who was friends with Meer Luna Tiamoon, the wisdom of the Empire, did so without hesitation. Whatever the excuse, it shouldn't have gotten stuck there.

"And yet, what do you mean you're lost..."

Besides, Keith Wood's brain echoed what Meer once said.

“A man must prune his own seeds.”

If you abandon Saffias here, you might end up mowing the seed yourself...

"I see... that's a terrible story."

Keith Wood thinks with a bitter smile.

So what do we do? How should I respond to my friend who has asked for help...?

It's been decided from the beginning!

Keith Wood raised his face with a quiet, ready expression.

Keith Wood, can I have a moment?

Theon, who came at the right time, spoke to me.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Keithwood?" With such a sad face. Even when you stopped the two wolves by yourself, you didn't look like that, did you? "

Keith Wood answered Xiong, frowning anxiously.

"Oh... no, nothing. Hahahaha"

With a dry laugh, Keith Wood thinks quickly.

--If you accompany Lord Theon... there is a danger that Princess Meir's dish will be mouthwatering to him...!

It's Keith Wood who wants to avoid it somehow.

--Therefore, in order to go to the help of Lord Saffias, we have to consider when Lord Theon is meeting with Lord Esher and when he is good...

and quickly formulating a plan in your stomach,

"Well, I hope there are no abnormalities, but actually my schedule has changed a bit." Meer sent me an invitation to Tiona. "

"...... erm?"

"It seems that we will have a cooking party with the daughter of Marquis Schubert, the fiancée of Lord Saffias." If possible, I'd like Tiona to help me, so what's the matter with us? Keith Wood ”

Keith Wood, who was mumbling and shaking his shoulders, had a strange look on his face...

"Ah. No, no, nothing. Your Highness Theon."

Keith Wood, who raised his face, had a very... refreshing and refreshing face.

He thought so.

- Alright! Now you can go with pleasure. Oh, thank God, damn it!

and.

Keith Wood recognizes the correctness of Meer's words, because people have to prune their own seeds.

This refreshing feeling is the seed he has sown himself.

If I had pretended not to see the letter from Saffias, I would have felt guilty by now. Even with that guilt, in the end, every trouble would have gotten into trouble.

Better than that, it was absolutely better. "It was supposed to be better..."

Keith Wood laughed in a sunny mood.

... that refreshing and sunny feeling didn't seem like a resemblance to the emotions of a person who gave up in front of a so-called dead place...

- Oh, thank goodness. I'm so glad!

It was Keith Wood screaming in his chest.