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"Is that what you're saying to us, the aristocrats of Sankland, to stand in Her Majesty's downwind? You are the leader of this organization called Meannett...."
A harsh voice echoed in the noisy venue.
Uncle Lampron, who has been acting as a moderator until now.
He looks sideways at his king. But there was no sign of Abram the King of St. Clandestine opening his mouth.
Of course not. The vision that Empress Meah showed was for the people, because it was uncontested justice.
But of course, as a Rampron, I can't admit it.
--If Princess Meer really thinks about what she said to her subordinates... we can never be hostile. Hostility denies the justice on which we stand.
Protecting the tranquillity of the people through the rule of a just and equitable King… and extending the rule of the righteous King of Saint Krand for that reason is at the heart of their claims. Therefore, if you complain about the peace of the people, you can never be hostile to Meer.
--No... more than that...
Chilly ran over Rampron's spine. He found further danger inside Meer.
It's like Queen Meer, but comparable to the King of Saint Krand... no, isn't it better justice than that? That means...
The main thrust of the Conservatives' appeal is that "King Saint Crown is the one who can rule the people most correctly." Therefore the nobles of the kings of another kingdom shall be inferior to the king of Saint Krand.
And what if Empress Meer had the qualities of a good and just ruler comparable to King Abram....?
Lampron diligently explores a solution while biting his teeth.
--Ku, I thought it was just a rumor about the empire's wisdom...
The ability of the Duke of Green Moon to insist that he is a friend of the Lady of Warrants, the way he took the party backwards, and above all, the ability to realize the perfect beauty...
In everything, it was far beyond Rampron's expectations.
Still, he cheers. I can't help it.
I tried to stick to what Meer was saying...
"Yes... under me? Am I the leader of the organization...? I won't do anything I don't know."
Meer smiled with her cheeks.
"Neither I nor King Peruvian Jean should be the head of the organization. Of course, I'm not King of Sankland, nor is I Raffina. That should be done by the experts on the road."
"I mean...."
"I wonder if it would be a good idea to have someone from either Fork Road or Corn Rogue in charge?
Meer's answer was concise and reasonable.
If you are a distributor or merchant, you are familiar with transportation routes. I also have information on where and how much food is available. Such an expert should be the head and I'm not going to do it, Meer said.
"Give that honor to someone else? You're saying you don't mind giving it to civilians in other countries?
"Here's what I think, Uncle Lampron. It is very happy to be able to eat a delicious meal at any time and at any time. Is it not better than any honor for everyone to be able to eat bread tomorrow without worrying?
The perfect answer without complaining. If I were to say it strongly, I would say, "I'm not familiar with it" a bit, but...
--Just pointing at it, it's just different. We only corrupt ourselves into an unsightly fool.
Eating his back teeth, he looks up. And... there was a girl there with a smile full of love. The dress looked pale and shiny as if it represented her pure and pure heart.
"Hunger is what kills nations, kills people, and kills our empires, royalties, and nobles. It's all our enemies. If so, is it possible for all of us to work together on the matter?
Hearing that, Rampron felt his strength relaxed on the wipe.
Meer is not only trying to accomplish a feat that will bequeath to future generations, she is also trying to reach out to those who try to be hostile to her as a leader.
There was no longer a single piece of him who could find any reason to target Meer. I didn't despair of the power difference. I lost my reason to fight.
And understand at the same time.
Theon, who once, like us, complained of "the happiness of the people under the just reign of King Saint Krand," changed his mind because he met the wisdom of this empire.
"That's enough, Uncle Lampron. Everyone's different."
So it was Abram who finally opened his mouth. He narrowed his eyes dazzling and looked at Meer.
"Princess Meer, I was impressed by your deep wisdom. We'd love to help you with your vision."
Then Abram smiled magnificently.
"And let me say it again. As a friend of Theon, my son, I would like to ask you to stay with me forever."
"Yes, of course. But, Your Majesty, as a friend, it's behavior. Emeralda is a relative of mine. If we make contact with His Highness Eshar, will there be a blood connection between my emperor and the Royal Family of Saint Crown?"
After that, Meer turns to everyone again.
"And you're off the record, I wasn't the lead today, but Lord Eshar and my friend Emeralda. I congratulate you both from the bottom of my heart. I pray that it will be done irrevocably."
That's how Meer smiled.
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"Is that what you're saying to us, the aristocrats of Sankland, to stand in Her Majesty's downwind? You are the leader of this organization called Meannett...."
A harsh voice echoed in the noisy venue.
Uncle Lampron, who has been acting as a moderator until now.
He looks sideways at his king. But there was no sign of Abram the King of St. Clandestine opening his mouth.
Of course not. The vision that Empress Meah showed was for the people, because it was uncontested justice.
But of course, as a Rampron, I can't admit it.
--If Princess Meer really thinks about what she said to her subordinates... we can never be hostile. Hostility denies the justice on which we stand.
Protecting the tranquillity of the people through the rule of a just and equitable King… and extending the rule of the righteous King of Saint Krand for that reason is at the heart of their claims. Therefore, if you complain about the peace of the people, you can never be hostile to Meer.
--No... more than that...
Chilly ran over Rampron's spine. He found further danger inside Meer.
It's like Queen Meer, but comparable to the King of Saint Krand... no, isn't it better justice than that? That means...
The main thrust of the Conservatives' appeal is that "King Saint Crown is the one who can rule the people most correctly." Therefore the nobles of the kings of another kingdom shall be inferior to the king of Saint Krand.
And what if Empress Meer had the qualities of a good and just ruler comparable to King Abram....?
Lampron diligently explores a solution while biting his teeth.
--Ku, I thought it was just a rumor about the empire's wisdom...
The ability of the Duke of Green Moon to insist that he is a friend of the Lady of Warrants, the way he took the party backwards, and above all, the ability to realize the perfect beauty...
In everything, it was far beyond Rampron's expectations.
Still, he cheers. I can't help it.
I tried to stick to what Meer was saying...
"Yes... under me? Am I the leader of the organization...? I won't do anything I don't know."
Meer smiled with her cheeks.
"Neither I nor King Peruvian Jean should be the head of the organization. Of course, I'm not King of Sankland, nor is I Raffina. That should be done by the experts on the road."
"I mean...."
"I wonder if it would be a good idea to have someone from either Fork Road or Corn Rogue in charge?
Meer's answer was concise and reasonable.
If you are a distributor or merchant, you are familiar with transportation routes. I also have information on where and how much food is available. Such an expert should be the head and I'm not going to do it, Meer said.
"Give that honor to someone else? You're saying you don't mind giving it to civilians in other countries?
"Here's what I think, Uncle Lampron. It is very happy to be able to eat a delicious meal at any time and at any time. Is it not better than any honor for everyone to be able to eat bread tomorrow without worrying?
The perfect answer without complaining. If I were to say it strongly, I would say, "I'm not familiar with it" a bit, but...
--Just pointing at it, it's just different. We only corrupt ourselves into an unsightly fool.
Eating his back teeth, he looks up. And... there was a girl there with a smile full of love. The dress looked pale and shiny as if it represented her pure and pure heart.
"Hunger is what kills nations, kills people, and kills our empires, royalties, and nobles. It's all our enemies. If so, is it possible for all of us to work together on the matter?
Hearing that, Rampron felt his strength relaxed on the wipe.
Meer is not only trying to accomplish a feat that will bequeath to future generations, she is also trying to reach out to those who try to be hostile to her as a leader.
There was no longer a single piece of him who could find any reason to target Meer. I didn't despair of the power difference. I lost my reason to fight.
And understand at the same time.
Theon, who once, like us, complained of "the happiness of the people under the just reign of King Saint Krand," changed his mind because he met the wisdom of this empire.
"That's enough, Uncle Lampron. Everyone's different."
So it was Abram who finally opened his mouth. He narrowed his eyes dazzling and looked at Meer.
"Princess Meer, I was impressed by your deep wisdom. We'd love to help you with your vision."
Then Abram smiled magnificently.
"And let me say it again. As a friend of Theon, my son, I would like to ask you to stay with me forever."
"Yes, of course. But, Your Majesty, as a friend, it's behavior. Emeralda is a relative of mine. If we make contact with His Highness Eshar, will there be a blood connection between my emperor and the Royal Family of Saint Crown?"
After that, Meer turns to everyone again.
"And you're off the record, I wasn't the lead today, but Lord Eshar and my friend Emeralda. I congratulate you both from the bottom of my heart. I pray that it will be done irrevocably."
That's how Meer smiled.
"Is that what you're saying to us, the aristocrats of Sankland, to stand in Her Majesty's downwind? You are the leader of this organization called Meannett...."A harsh voice echoed in the noisy venue.Uncle Lampron, who has been acting as a moderator until now.He looks sideways at his king. But there was no sign of Abram the King of St. Clandestine opening his mouth.Of course not. The vision that Empress Meah showed was for the people, because it was uncontested justice.But of course, as a Rampron, I can't admit it.--If Princess Meer really thinks about what she said to her subordinates... we can never be hostile. Hostility denies the justice on which we stand.Protecting the tranquillity of the people through the rule of a just and equitable King and extending the rule of the righteous King of Saint Krand for that reason is at the heart of their claims. Therefore, if you complain about the peace of the people, you can never be hostile to Meer.--No... more than that...Chilly ran over Rampron's spine. He found further danger inside Meer.It's like Queen Meer, but comparable to the King of Saint Krand... no, isn't it better justice than that? That means...The main thrust of the Conservatives' appeal is that "King Saint Crown is the one who can rule the people most correctly." Therefore the nobles of the kings of another kingdom shall be inferior to the king of Saint Krand.And what if Empress Meer had the qualities of a good and just ruler comparable to King Abram....?Lampron diligently explores a solution while biting his teeth.--Ku, I thought it was just a rumor about the empire's wisdom...The ability of the Duke of Green Moon to insist that he is a friend of the Lady of Warrants, the way he took the party backwards, and above all, the ability to realize the perfect beauty...In everything, it was far beyond Rampron's expectations.Still, he cheers. I can't help it.I tried to stick to what Meer was saying..."Yes... under me? Am I the leader of the organization...? I won't do anything I don't know."Meer smiled with her cheeks."Neither I nor King Peruvian Jean should be the head of the organization. Of course, I'm not King of Sankland, nor is I Raffina. That should be done by the experts on the road.""I mean....""I wonder if it would be a good idea to have someone from either Fork Road or Corn Rogue in charge? Meer's answer was concise and reasonable.If you are a distributor or merchant, you are familiar with transportation routes. I also have information on where and how much food is available. Such an expert should be the head and I'm not going to do it, Meer said."Give that honor to someone else? You're saying you don't mind giving it to civilians in other countries? "Here's what I think, Uncle Lampron. It is very happy to be able to eat a delicious meal at any time and at any time. Is it not better than any honor for everyone to be able to eat bread tomorrow without worrying? The perfect answer without complaining. If I were to say it strongly, I would say, "I'm not familiar with it" a bit, but...--Just pointing at it, it's just different. We only corrupt ourselves into an unsightly fool.Eating his back teeth, he looks up. And... there was a girl there with a smile full of love. The dress looked pale and shiny as if it represented her pure and pure heart."Hunger is what kills nations, kills people, and kills our empires, royalties, and nobles. It's all our enemies. If so, is it possible for all of us to work together on the matter? Hearing that, Rampron felt his strength relaxed on the wipe.Meer is not only trying to accomplish a feat that will bequeath to future generations, she is also trying to reach out to those who try to be hostile to her as a leader.There was no longer a single piece of him who could find any reason to target Meer. I didn't despair of the power difference. I lost my reason to fight.And understand at the same time.Theon, who once, like us, complained of "the happiness of the people under the just reign of King Saint Krand," changed his mind because he met the wisdom of this empire."That's enough, Uncle Lampron. Everyone's different."So it was Abram who finally opened his mouth. He narrowed his eyes dazzling and looked at Meer."Princess Meer, I was impressed by your deep wisdom. We'd love to help you with your vision."Then Abram smiled magnificently."And let me say it again. As a friend of Theon, my son, I would like to ask you to stay with me forever.""Yes, of course. But, Your Majesty, as a friend, it's behavior. Emeralda is a relative of mine. If we make contact with His Highness Eshar, will there be a blood connection between my emperor and the Royal Family of Saint Crown?"After that, Meer turns to everyone again."And you're off the record, I wasn't the lead today, but Lord Eshar and my friend Emeralda. I congratulate you both from the bottom of my heart. I pray that it will be done irrevocably."That's how Meer smiled.
