Tearmoon Empire Story

Meer, who joined Ranya, went straight to the king's capital of Perugia.

Stopped by several villages along the way, Meer enjoyed helping harvest there as well (fruit hunting). Meer, who accounted for the flavour in the case of Rubiwa, each time had been picked, eaten crops and greatly enriched.

By the way, it goes without saying that each time Anne and Ludwig were rotten so that they didn't eat too much.

Later on, in a place called Wangdu, Meer noticed that the view from inside the carriage had changed.

From rich green to soft golden when in the moonshadow. The view was changing shades.

"You haven't finished harvesting wheat around here yet."

To Meer leaning her neck, Ranya smiles.

"Yes. The land near the castle is to be pruned over six days. All over the country, first-born children gather to mow together and then celebrate Thanksgiving."

The harvest Thanksgiving in Perugia has aspects of the festival offering thanks to God, as well as aspects of the census. Every year, the eldest children of each family gather in the capital to report on their childbirth, etc.

And some of the chosen ones among them will serve as Kings' Kingsguards for the next two years, after which they will return to their villages.

And those who return to the village will keep their village safe while they farm.

"I see. It's a festival to name the country..."

"Ah! Meer, sister, I see you!

As Belle cheered, Meer shifted her eyes forward.

"That's..., Auroaldea, king's capital of Perugia. I see. The golden heavenly countryside (Aurora Aldea) is what I used to say."

Once, the Imperial aristocrats who visited this country said, "It's a good place to lose names, such as a golden town. Of just a poor country, isn't it enough town to take" and so on and threw it away.

But Meer thinks. The nobleman must have changed his mind if he had visited here at this time of harvest.

Because it was, indeed, a large village decorated with gold.

A richly fruitful wheat field is a regular gradient field. It was like a golden staircase. And at the top of it was a square building.

- Hmm, that's a rare form... That shape, somewhere...

"Do you care about the castle?

You noticed Meer's gaze, Ranya said.

"Yeah, you're in an unusual shape. It doesn't look like a castle."

"Hehe, right. We, the castle of Perugia, are not castles to fight. There are no walls, no towers to watch over. The walls are thin and made of wood. Is that why the people are so familiar to me... Ugh, some traditional cakes mimic the castle."

- Oh! Yes, it is! Cake! Those shades, they look just like baked cakes!

So you felt familiar, and Meer convinces herself.

- Nevertheless, a cake imitating that castle..., what is it like? No way, the size, maybe that size?

"Are you interested?

"Yes, very!

Meer nodded loudly, hmm.

- Oh, well. Again, Mia, is that where you're concerned... The idea of a royal family living in that castle......

Meer's reaction was, to some extent, within his expectations for Ludwig.

Ludwig, regardless, knew about the castle in Perugia.

Well, that structure, which doesn't put the war thing in the calculations at all, was extremely peculiar.

The White Moon Palace in the Imperial City of Lunatia is designed with an emphasis on beauty, but it doesn't have the function of a battle castle at all.

That's more or less what a castle is.

Nevertheless, the Perugian castle is built as if it were an out-of-the-box. It was too defenseless a building for a castle.

It was more rustic than intimidating bonelessness...... or even a castle that made me feel relaxed. The reason for this is......

"It's a funny castle, isn't it? If it's going to be a battle, you'll be burned easily. But either way, if it's a fight, the fields will be burned. There's no point in staying in a fine castle."

Ragna says all the same.

Yes, that was the basic strategy of Perugia to make most of the national territory agricultural land. Conditions of victory in war are themselves different from those of other countries.

Peruvian defeats when their territory becomes a battlefield. Therefore, they are unwilling to even engage in delayed combat, like a normal small country, waiting for reinforcements from a backward country to be sent.

In the first place, I'm not going to wage war itself. Standing around to keep the war itself away is the cornerstone of their strategy. And once there was a battle, there was a split that there was no choice.

It's no use just getting ready for battle etc. Then you don't have to.

Regardless, the intimidation in the context of the force of the Tiermoon Empire and the "stirring up of war" created by the ethics laid by the Duchy of St. Verga are at the root of the strategy. He would also stand around diplomatically to make the most of it.

But it was unthinkable to Ludwig, such as placing absolute trust there.

He can't believe that much in human reason.

It never seemed to Ludwig to give up when the war broke out, just as he said that when the famine broke out, he would give up because he would run out of food no matter how much.

Therefore, he himself was concerned.

I wonder what Princess Ranya has in mind….

"As such, is it something you can give up? Once there is a war, we lose everything. So if you honestly give up when you wake up...... is that how it is, something you can break off?

I could feel his mouth pinching the conversation between the princesses... but still he was listening.

In that inquiry, Ranya pondered for a moment before…,

"I think I do have that kind of give up. But..., I think. My ancestors who built it first must have seen their ideals..."

"Ideally......?

"One day, there will come a time when we won't need a castle to fight... If what you eat goes to everyone, you'll be at peace and you won't need a fierce castle..."

With that said, Ranya laughed lightly.

"Oh my... I'm sorry. I said something weird... That was crazy, wasn't it?

That's a really funny story.

From Ludwig's point of view, it's just a young child's dream story.

But he knows. His master, Meer, said he would never dream of it... So what floats in Meer's face is:

"There's nothing strange about that. It's very nice."

It was a gentle grin.

- Again, Mia, you say so...

No matter how distant the dream was, Meer would never let that effort slip.

And at the same time, Ludwig thinks so.

Maybe if it was Meer......, even such a dream story would come true.

Is it because I was looking at Meer, even remembering such awe......

"Ugh, it's very nice, the castle cake"

- I think it's a cake castle, not a castle cake...

It was Ludwig, where Meer's slight mistake of saying made her smile.

............... Am I wrong?