Tearmoon Empire Story

Lesson 21: Wasting Blood Taxes

A luxurious boat floating on the lake, a huge one that could put dozens of carriages on it. I looked at it and Anne leaned her neck.

“Nevertheless, Master Meer, why do we not bridge the island? I feel like I don’t have to ship or carry every carriage…”

“Anything, they used to be a bridge, but they checked the admission papers and checked the attendant servants.”

In the case of bridges, congestion occurs in an attempt to increase the width or the number of copies.

In the first place, all students are transported by carriage on the same day. I can’t help but congest. Nonetheless, it is the descendants of the royal marquis who are not accustomed to being waited on.

In other words, the neck of the person in charge may fly, and increasing the width of the bridge or the number of copies is nothing but futile because of the frequency of use.

“Besides, when I was carrying students on a boat, someone was in the cabin.”

The descendants of the royal nobility are basically of high pride.

I cannot allow anyone with a lower personality or equivalent to me to take a room above my cabin. I can’t even allow myself to use a bigger room.

Based on all of those circumstances, we agreed that there would be a hole in the person’s stomach, such as room splitting.

“Damn, that’s bullshit. I can’t believe that…”

Ho ho, and laughing is Her Royal Highness Princess Monster Kramer, who made great use of which carriage to ride first on the previous timeline. Which mouth would say that…?

But Anne, who doesn’t even know that as dew,

– That’s right, Master Meer, your heart is wide open!

And more importantly, it thickens loyalty.

That’s how we got to the port.

So I bid farewell to the carriage for transfer and the Kingsguard Knights that were on guard.

“Everyone, thank you for your time in guarding. Be careful on the road and welcome home.”

“Ha, Princess Meer’s, we pray with the people that school life will be filled with God’s blessings”

To the Knights of Kingsguard, who bows his head, Meer once again utters a polite euphemism.

During the revolution, in the betrayal of most Imperial armies, they Knights of Kingsguard are the faithful who, until the end, scattered in defense of the Meers.

As for Meer, it was normal for her to be polite because she was from the “category she wanted to be close to”.

“… Your Highness”

The Kingsguard knights are unintentionally impressed by the warm words of the princess they serve.

Anyway, it was the first time. What made you care so much?

They are armed men who work to protect the Emperor’s clan and sometimes even prevent assassinations, but their work is often work.

So trying to get hurt, trying to lose your life, it’s not something that the protected person cares about. Because that’s the job, because it’s the task, because it’s natural…

Even so, the young princess in front of me is worried about her return. With a hint of emotion and unwavering loyalty to Meer, they were on their way back.

“Well… now let’s head to school”

Then again, Meer turned her gaze to St. Noel’s School, the land of the showdown.

The island in the lake with the St. Noel School was a so-called school city, with its function as a single town.

There are different shops, including restaurants and stationery shops in clothing tailors, shoe shops, blacksmiths and jewellery shops.

Besides, all of that is super upscale to satisfy the noble brother.

“Wow…”

Anne makes a slightly tight face at that elusive aura.

“Ha, lots of shops scared to come in…”

“Hehe, you’re right. But that’s just plain obvious, too. There are cheap shops for the general public who live on this island, right? There’s a purchasing department in the school, but if you do, you can get everything you need to live there for the price.”

– Good. If that’s what I’m going to use…

“So, Anne, could you check out the stores around here for a while from tomorrow?

“… to?

“And I’ll have you check out all the stores where you can buy a lot of quality stuff at an affordable price.”

Meer said in a tone like nothing.

“But, Dear Meer, the service will be sent enough not to have any trouble with your life…”

“Of course, as the princess of the Empire, there is a necessary expense to protect our prestige. But…”

I look around and frown.

“You seem to be wasting blood taxes, I can feel it.”

“Dear Meer…”

Anne unexpectedly shook her voice with emotion…

“I can’t waste it. Absolutely…”

For Meer, tax is literally what leads to her “blood”.

If you think a guillotine is imminent for a single piece of gold, you’re not very willing to waste it.

“We’ll send half of the delivery to Ludwig for effective use.”

That’s when Meer stopped at the lid.

“Master Meer?

“… that one”

At the end of that gaze, I stood……