Tearmoon Empire Story

"Whoa, whoa, I'll be the first to see you. Sire Abram."

In a cool motion, Emeralda lifts the hem of her skirt without a scratch. Its fingertips are pulling shivers, and its skirts are fluffing waves.

Really......, I'm nervous. That phrase......,

"I am Emme, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Greenmoon's house..."

... chewed.

Coming, and Emeralda turning to Meer. Ururu With her moist eyes pointed at her, Meer shakes her head in a sigh mix.

- Damn, I feel sorry for Emeralda for chewing at the heart of it. It's impossible to chew on an important occasion. I don't know what else to do here...

Meer has a clear face and opens her mouth.

"Your Majesty. She is my relative, the Starred Duke of the Four Dukes of the Empire. Emeralda Etowa Guru......"

Meer bit me too! but...... Huh!

"- Moon, yes!

I'm out of force! And so smile as if nothing had happened! grandiose, without cowardice!

Anyway, Emeralda has a different training ground than the one that's been creeping around.

Unlike the biting beginner Emeralda, Meer is a veteran. To this extent, do it lightly.

"On behalf of a friend who is nervous about a sudden edge conversation, let me introduce you. I'm glad you'll excuse my disrespect..."

"Hehe, what. Today is an extremely private meal. It might be good."

Nodding small, Abram turned his eyes to Emeralda.

"I want the Duke of Greenmoon's warrant to be easier on you too. Because today is only a face-to-face meeting."

That's how I smile casually. For a moment, it seemed to Meer that the clean air to the aggressive that had covered him was thin.

That was such an impression, however, that he took off his kimono of a stubborn king and gave him just a little peek at the vegan part.

- Oh, you look like this, too. It's a little unexpected.

Slightly less powerful to the king, the power of his shoulders falls out, Meer. Emeralda, on the other hand,

"Ha, ha... Or, yes..."

It still didn't work. Meer sticks to the unscrupulous reply and gets harassed.

- Oh, already, Mr. Emeralda, you're surprisingly small! More grandeur!

"Hehe, well, good. Sometimes we talk here. Shall we continue with a meal?"

With that said, King Abram turns his attention to the magnificent deacon who was beside him. Taking it, the butler steps forward and bows his head in a crisp motion.

"I'll show you. Please, come here."

It was a room in the royal castle, so close to the sight that I was guided.

Not very wide. About half of St. Noel's classroom was a room the size of which was going to be full if at most ten people were allowed in.

The desk set at the centre was a rare round table.

Typically, the position at which you sit during a meal is generally determined by your identity. However, in this way, at a circular desk, it becomes difficult to determine which position to sit in.

Well, I'm confused about what's going on...,

"Welcome, everyone."

I heard calm, like autumn sunshine. When I turned my gaze to you, I had a soft grin, a fuzzy woman standing. A woman with silver hair, staring into her tender eyes, Meer feels her tension unraveling.

"Nice to meet you, Empress Timoon, Mia Luna Tiermoon."

Emeralda and Tiona greet Meer following. listening to it with a Nico grin. The queen,

"You're always taking care of Theon."

I said it in a pompous, bright voice, like spring sunshine.

Late there, King Abram came. Next to it was Theon and the figure of a young boy. She stares at Meers more flickering with beautifully cut silver hair, slightly faint eyes hidden in her longer forehead.

"You don't need to introduce Scion...... See, you say hello, too."

The prompted boy stepped forward and gracefully thanked him.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Eshar Saul Sankland."

After that, Eshar grinned.

- Oh, it's adorable...

To that smile, Meer accidentally called cum......

- No, you shouldn't. He is the culprit of the Scion assassination…. Don't be alarmed!

Meer sharpens her eyes with a kick. So, stare at Eshar... And now, to Eshar, who leans her neck wonderfully, she clings to cum!

- Well, on second thought, I don't even think such a cute kid planned the assassination himself. Oddly enough, Uncle Lampron flirted with this child...

"Oh, yeah. Lampron reported that Princess Meer likes mushroom dishes. Just one dish today, but let me prepare it."

"Oh no! I'm looking forward to that!

Meer nodded with excitement.

- Hmm, Uncle Ramplon may still be irrelevant. It would be pathetic to treat you like a killer just because you don't like Scion!

It was Meer's wrist whirling and spinning.