Tearmoon Empire Story

Episode XXXII: Princess Meer, Coming

Abel Lemno was aware that she was a second-rate loser.

The Kingdom of Lemno was a country where swordsmanship arms were valued. There is no history and format like that of the Kingdom of Sankland, no mighty national power like that of the Tiermoon Empire, no authority like that of the Principality of Velga, no respect from neighbouring countries.

In the meantime, barely, we are trying to counter the leading countries around us by stepping up the force.

Therefore all the men of Lemno were polishing their sword arms and competing for martial arts.

Abel, the royal family, was also taught strict swordsmanship from a young age. I kept telling him to be the best than he was to be a king.

But my brother, the First Prince, didn’t have a single try he could have won.

Still, he tried. I managed to stack a drill (Ken) to beat my brother and want to be the most.

But he’ll know that. that there is an area of talent in this world that cannot be reached no matter how hard you build up.

That was when I visited the Kingdom of Sankland and saw the sword of Theon Saul Sankland.

It was a terrible sword.

The skill of overwhelming the knights in office.

No weight or reach difference, one after another overwhelming the adult of the practice opponent, the bearer of the gifted talent is so strong that he can’t even compare to his brother who just can’t win, the boy, at his age…

Furthermore, when I found out that he was the first prince of the kingdom of Sankland, a leading nation, I felt something broken in Abel.

Oh, there is certainly one who has been chosen by God… and that I am not, no matter how hard I try, at times I cannot get there.

I can only be second-rate…

That made it kind of ridiculous to try so hard.

Then you don’t have to do anything painful. Fortunately, he had a neat face in his mother’s concession. The kingdom of Lemno was originally a country with a strong tendency towards male inferiority, so if only a little tenderness, it would have made it easier.

Abel has an excellent reputation from the maids.

Thus, as a rare playboy who had shed dozens of concubines in her lifetime, before Abel, who was supposed to trace the fate of a second-rate prince, she came (at all costs).

Meer Luna Tiermoon, Empress of the Tiermoon Empire.

The girl who was the Empire Empress, who boasted of her mighty power and, in part, the Virgin and the Holy Wisdom, strung Abel’s light future from the front.

She spoke softly in front of the students around her.

He said Abel was his own dance partner. Besides…,

“So, Prince Zion, I’m really sorry to hear that, but I can’t accept your invitation earlier.”

Or turn down the invitation of Theon Saul Sankland, one of God’s chosen, superior royalty.

– No kidding!

Abel panicked.

This can’t be happening. In myself and Princess Meer, it’s not very much but it can’t be matched. I see that now. Therefore,

“Princess Meer!

Immediately after the noise had one paragraph, he ran over to Meer.

“Earlier, that was helpful. But that’s enough. I want Prince Zion to be my partner at the dance party.”

“Oh? Are you going to embarrass me?

“No, it’s not! You’ll have to dance with me or something. With me and you, not very much, but not commensurate!

“Then brush yourself for me. To match me.”

“What?”

Abel opened her mouth and said…

“So, but, unfortunately, I don’t have the talent. Princess Meer, no matter how hard you try, Prince Zion can barely be his brother…”

A voice that exhales blood. The word, which was engulfed with remorse, was the true meaning of Abel, who had not made it look grim.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t regret it.

But Meer smiles gently at Abel like that.

“Prince Abel, all you know is” now. “That you can’t get to them right now, isn’t that all?

“… Huh?

“Tomorrow if you don’t catch up today, tomorrow if you can’t. On that next day. The place where you pile up drills is something that no human being knows. You can’t even tell yourself that when your life is over, you’re not standing on Prince Zion. But…”

Then, Meer gently closed her eyes and

“If it’s okay with me, I’ll give you my word. I chose you as my dance partner. That you can never beat Prince Zion or, well, your brother. This Meer Luna Tiermoon assures you.”

The word, as if it were a temple, pierced Abel’s chest.

– I’d be in trouble if that damned brother interrupted me and I couldn’t get reinforcements out when I had to, and if Prince Abel didn’t hang in there… Heh, and it was painful to refuse Prince Zion’s invitation in front of the public!

Her Majesty Princess Meer was a terrible queen in her stomach.

The fate of Abel Lemno began to change dramatically, back-to-back with such thoughts.