Tearmoon Empire Story

Deep, in the dark swamp, falling, falling.

Closed vision, a world without sound...... a world without smell, without flavor, without even feeling warm.

- So you're saying this is going to die...

This is the end of my life…, this is the end of everything….

Everything, now, will be cut off. All the plans I was making for tomorrow and all the products I was trying to sell will go to nothing. Being poked at such a reality abruptly......, Sharoke was upset besides his thoughts.

In that dream, I should have really known my end. One day, I knew this day would come. Now, that was supposed to be "someday".

I didn't think it was such a sudden visit.

He panicked..., not even like a cold merchant.

Emotions that cover the chest, it's shapeless agitation.

I can't deny my previous life in spite of my insistence... I tried to be mean, but the end of death can easily take away such a delusion.

What remains is undeniable regret.

Oh, I see, I failed..., without being able to admit that failure, I even pretended to have a chance to make it right.

He failed......, he kept failing till the end of his endeavors.

The darkness of despair erodes its body.

As you dreamed that day, there is no more to remember. I tried to sink into a dense dark swamp, exactly then..., to the pretend, he found.

The discomfort I saw in front of me......, it dripped in front of me as I cleaved the darkness. It was a white, thin thread......, to an unreliable thread that was still going to cut, now he reaches out...

I didn't know what that meant. But as the drowning sowed in unreliable straw, so drowned in darkness, he reached out hard, and stretched out - so he woke up.

"Ugh, um... is this...?

My vision stains bright white and the sound returns shortly afterwards.

"Have you woken up, Master Sharok?"

The first thing I heard was a poor voice...... When I looked over at you, I saw one girl. She was a familiar girl.

"You... were only here with Her Royal Highness Princess Meer..."

"My name is Tatiana. It's a scholarship scheme that Shalok has created that allows people to go to St. Noel."

"Oh, hey..."

Shortly after Tatiana's words, something, I felt like I heard a strange voice..., but Shalok still, with his blurry head, thinks.

"Scholarship......? Oh......"

Speaking of which, I recall some of those things.

That was made when Sharoke was still running out, the first time she had great success at work.

Back then, I was saying things that smelled blue, thinking about spending the money I made for people, for society, etc...

- It's a shallow, stupid, crappy place to work when you don't know the harshness of the world or the cruelty of people...

I don't even get a single piece of gold for that. Sharoke laughs with her nose.

- Crappy sentiment, something that means nothing...

And then, there, there was an ironic grin in his mouth.

"No, that's the same thing in my life, or..."

Now that I had been poked out in my life that it had no value or meaning, he no longer knew what was right.

"You're awake safe."

Now I hear another voice. Turning his gaze, there...,

"Apparently, I'm relieved you're okay."

I saw the princess Meer standing.

"This, Your Highness Princess Meer......, did you come to see me?

To the question Meer, for a moment, saw Tatiana better. He looked like he was confirming something... but he shook his head right away and then, little devil meshed, he had a luscious grin.

No, I'm here to stab you.

"Well, that's noisy...... Are you going to serve even poison?

On the bed, it was a shalok who tried to get up, but Meer controls his movements by raising one hand.

"Oh, I can't... not if they fall down again, it would be a hassle. You can just lay there."

If it had been a previous sharok......, I would still have tried to get up.

For him, the way he faces his opponents is fundamental to the negotiations. Is it more effective to stand up and look down, cope proudly with sitting on a chair, or do you also sit back on your knees and take a flat-headed position?

Now......, Sharoke honestly followed Meer.

Earlier, signs of death had taken away from him the reason for the vanity.

"Yeah, well, honesty is a good thing. And I can stab you in the face without poisoning you."

Meer says with a gentle grin.

"A man must always prune with his own hands the fruit of the seed he sowed himself. Stabbing you in the stomach is something you have sown."

To the words, Shalok blinked his eyes for a moment, then laughed bitterly.

"Oh...... I see, that's... in a nutshell."

Again, Shalok thinks.

He was realizing what plunged him into despair, that it was not poison, etc.

"In that sense, perhaps you can even say you're already dead"

If death is that absolute despair…, it is only the difference between now and later that we meet. The shape of the end does not change, so it is already dead......

Meer's spicy words pierced Sharoke's chest deeply.

"I'm talking about not sowing seeds I'm unfamiliar with. You failed, Mr. Sharoke."

"Apparently, you do..."

Shalok shook his head small.

- I must have made a mistake somewhere...

If the place to go is that darkness of despair, I've made a mistake.

If you die, we all go the same place...... All, man only returns to nothing in his voidness......

He could not speak so loudly now. Because......, it really didn't seem to him that the girl in front of him, the place where the empire's wisdom would climb, was such a place.

- An unfamiliar species? Or maybe someone who is satisfied with that end, but you mean I wasn't that strong... But... so what should I have done?

I was staring at Sharoke, who was not seemingly miserable, with pitiful eyes, when Meer... I wonder why...