Tearmoon Empire Story

Episode 59: Swordsmanship Games 2

“Are you…, Prince Abel’s brother indeed”

“Ha, I’m honored you remembered. Her Royal Highness Princess Meer”

He bowed his head in disrespect, Abel’s brother said.

“By the way, from what I hear, you made me lunch for my brother”

“Yes, I’ve put more on my arms.”

To Meer with her chest stretched, the first prince smiled like she had made a fool of herself.

“Kuck, that’s, what… It’s a shame.”

“What? What are you talking about?

“No, because Abel’s opponent in the first war was me. Kuku, I mean, this guy lost the first fight. After losing, the taste of the lunch box you eat will be delicious. Good. Let’s be comforting in our defeat.”

with a grin that made a slight fool of me,

“No, no, no, no. I really didn’t know you were going to fall in love with my brother, even though it’s a child when you say empire wisdom, etc. I don’t have eyes to see.”

“Brother, do not be rude to Princess Meer”

Abel pinches her mouth in a hurry.

My brother seems to be trying Princess Meer by reference to the women of the Kingdom of Remno, but that is a big mistake.

Sure, Princess Meer is a tolerant, loving girl (Note: From Abel’s point of view), but she’s never very adult.

Unrighteously, she is a daring Virgin (Note: by Abel standards), a girl who combines self-esteem and high intelligence who confronts disrespect properly (Note: an assessment based on Abel’s misinterpretation).

Therefore, there is no way that Princess Meer will be angry with her brother. Abel wandered over Meer’s face.

But Mia didn’t say anything, and she gently stepped back behind Abel, pulling herself away.

– Princess Meer, why…?

For a moment, it was Abel who was surprised, but soon realized Meer’s sincerity.

– Could it be that you want me to have flowers…?

If you are Meer, you should be able to do as much as you want to fight back here. With her wit, she should be able to seal as much as she wants, such as her brother’s boring aversion.

But Meer doesn’t do it.

What Meer said was just one word.

“Go ahead, win. Prince Abel.”

Meer said, with a serene face.

– When I win, do you believe me?

Indeed, if Abel beats his brother, Meer’s honor will be preserved. But……

Abel looked at her brother again.

Just a brother I’ve never won. Brother far more than himself, far more than the talent of a sword.

Even my physique, my brother has a bigger head minute than myself.

– Can you beat me?

to my anxiously shaking heart, for a moment, when my eyes stained with darkness,

“Winning and eating lunches should be better.”

A word of Meer melted her heart hardened by tension.

Abel laughed small.

“Oh…… well. You’re absolutely right.”

“You are indeed Prince Abel’s brother…”

What was his name? And, Meer snaps her neck small.

Meer sighed small at the boy as he turned his hostility into a form of laughter as he said something messy.

– This is a lot of resentment. I’m having a little trouble.

Meer has no negative impression of Abel’s brother… or impression or anything in the first place.

I didn’t even remember.

At that time, all I had in mind was running away from Zion and making Abel and Conne, and since then, I haven’t been anyone else to care about.

But the fact that he is the first prince of the Kingdom of Lemno just has to be taken into account.

I originally approached Abel to get reinforcements out of the Kingdom of Lemno when something happened.

Even if you get along with Abel because of this, you can’t even look at him if you can’t get reinforcements with the opposite of Prince First.

It was Meer’s true intention not to be liked, but not to be too offended either.

– If so, it is important not to be hostile even to the table!

Meer takes a step back and distracts his hostility. The majority of Meer’s thinking is made of guillotine avoidance.

Its actions, its words and actions, are all based on calculations for guillotine avoidance.

– All you have to do is for Prince Abel to lose properly and his brother to satisfy his self-esteem……, so if you comfort Prince Abel and deepen his friendship, one stone and two birds.

And, Meer calculates… but.

“Go ahead, win, Prince Abel”

If you noticed, the real thing was spilling.

Because Meer remembered Abel’s hardened palm.

Because I knew he was working hard on his swordsmanship.

Because I somehow didn’t like seeing him lose like that.

– Oh, that’s crazy. Me, why?

To a word that had been accidentally spilled, Meer was puzzled…, eventually to one conclusion.

– Oh, yeah. Because I don’t want to be able to eat the lunch I made in the dark. If you lose and eat in the dark, you might feel a bad sandwich made delicious because of it……

You must be, snorts Meer.

“The lunch you won and ate should be better.”

and.