Tearmoon Empire Story

Lesson Two: What I Hate About Meer

Even after regaining consciousness, Meer remained neatly lying in bed. Throw your hands and feet out sloppily,

“I don’t feel good…”

I couldn’t even get my meal through my throat and had a lot of lunch.

I want to believe that was a nightmare.

But for that matter, the memories I have left are real, and after looking at the bloodstained day book like this, I don’t think it’s a dream anymore.

“Ugh…”

Nodding, groaning, groaning, rolling over the bed, rolling.

Trouble, Trouble, Trouble…… thirty minutes.

“… I’m so hungry”

Gu, my stomach rattled.

It hadn’t been an hour since I quit lunch.

“Yes, I’ve heard that sweet things are good when thinking about things.”

Pong, and slap your hand.

This guy’s a good idea! And that face brightens up a lot.

When Stasta and I got out of bed, Meer jumped out of her room.

Meers, it was the castle called the White Moon (Hakusatsu) Palace where the Emperor Clan lived.

The corridors decorated with green gold and white moonstone, and the luxurious decorations were the very appearance of an empire at the height of prosperity before it fell.

Then he walked down the hallway, and came to one of the four dining halls, the cafeteria at night.

When I walked into the large room, the man who was inside turned to me in surprise.

“How was this, Your Highness, Princess Meer?

Meer is just a little surprised to see a large body like a bear and also the characteristic face of this beard.

– Isn’t this the chef I fired?

It was on her fourteenth birthday that Meer fired the chef who would serve all the vegetables she hated.

“Maybe two years from now…”

“Um, what is it?

“No, it’s nothing. I’m hungry, so could you get me a snack? Moonbury pie is so lovely.”

When I heard that, the chef looked sinister.

“Seriously, it’s hard to say, but it doesn’t mean we serve snacks without having lunch”

The words make me feel kind of nostalgic, and Meer smiles unexpectedly.

To my mind, he was the only one who gave Meer an opinion like this.

The chef who came after him was just going to make things like Meer said, so in the end, Meer got tired of it. Anything is as boring as you think it is.

“Right. If so, can you let me out for the rest of lunch?

“What?”

Hear Meer’s words, why not, the chef who rounds his eyes.

“Anything?”

“No, it’s nothing. I will now bring it with me.”

Before much time, the dishes line up in front of Meer.

It was a fluffy, fragrant freshly baked bread, stew with plenty of seasonal vegetables, marinated red fish (ruger salmon), and an assortment of fruits.

“Oh, I miss you, this”

Meer loosened her cheeks, especially when she saw a stew full of vegetables.

The stew even contains yellow moon tomatoes that firmly, I don’t like Meer.

– This acidity, it’s not working, is it?

Meer stared at the yellow moon tomatoes on the spoon.

– But this looks delicious somehow.

He remembered what he had been fed in the barn.

Bread so hard that your teeth are about to break. It even grew like mold on its surface, it was bossy and very hard to eat.

Sometimes the stew that comes out was also wondering what was in it, it was gray and cloudy and the vegetables used were not weeds.

If it’s just a mess. Still, for a few days, my stomach hurts, I wanted you to do something about it.

I heard the famine followed and there was no food, but that must have been just harassment, Meer thinks.

Evidence of this is that there were days when I knew I didn’t like Meer and only had a supple yellow moon tomato.

– That was hard……

That indescribable blue odor, sourness and egumi when I was forced into my mouth……

I get goosebumps just remembering.

So, again, I set my sights back on the yellow moon tomato in front of me.

– Compared to the stuff back then…, it’s kind of, it’s so shiny.

I was going to leave it, Meer, but I was just a little intrigued and tried putting the tomato shards in my mouth.

Moments, those eyes, they open up!

“Chef! This, call the chef!

On Meer’s sword screen, the maids tremble.

“Oh, you know, Her Highness Princess Meer, how was it?

“Fine, call the head chef!

“Something you don’t like…?

Hearing the noise, the chef showed up. The face was nervous and seemed so tense.

“This…, what is it?

Meer stuck the object on the spoon, the yellow moon tomato, to the chef’s nose tip.