723 Lesson 27: The Princess Meir Loves "Normal"

Unobtrusively, Meer and Abel dressed in plain clothes rushed to the city.

Only Anne and Deon were the companions.

"Fufufu, even so, the Imperial City will always be the same." It's lively, it's vibrant. "

Looking at the people on the road, Meer said.

Unlike the scenery seen from the carriage, when I walked directly through the town, I could feel the soft wind blowing there.

There are various winds that blow into the town from time to time.

The festival's hot winds, the cold, clear winds of the low-traffic winter roads, and the tingling and skin-stinging winds of the revolutionary period...

Now the wind blowing into the Imperial City was not busy anywhere, and it didn't lose its brightness.

It was the smell of the Imperial Capital that Meer was used to.

I'm just a little happy with that for Meer now.

"Oh, perhaps you're not satisfied? I don't think it's going to change, but it's not going to change, and you don't like it?"

It was Dion who asked me that in a teasing... or even trying tone.

When I saw that face, it was when Meer tried to answer.

Suddenly, at the edge of Meer's sight, I saw a woman pulling a small child's hand.

In an instant, there was a resurrection in Meer's mind.

The sound of something hitting your head as you gurgle.

A rotten smell that sticks to your hair.

A voice of condemnation pierces Mia's ear, which stops in amazement.

"My children died because of you." It's an egg I tried to feed my child! "

The face of a woman staring with bloodshot eyes.

And......

In the previous timeline, since the incident, Meir has not walked through the Imperial City.

Walking through a fallen city has become dangerous, even if accompanied by an escort.

Compared to the unpleasant air at that time, the familiar atmosphere of the Imperial City is so gentle and cozy...

- Has the mother been able to save her child? "I hope that's okay..."

Meer responds to Deon while quietly praying for the safety of the person she remembers.

“No, Dion. I know exactly how much effort this unchanging 'ordinary' is supported by.”

As far as Meer knows, I don't know where the plague is. Although we are asked about the shortage of food, every time we supply stockpiles and eliminate it.

There has been no famine, and there have been no reports of civil unrest.

Meer knew that all of this was due to the struggle of those involved in the transportation of food and the Princess's personal guards.

― ― People believe that even if there is a food shortage, relief will be rushed immediately. That was important, wasn't it?

Those fucking glasses...... recalls Ludwig's words.

“Her Royal Highness Princess Meir's job is to regain trust in the lost Imperial family.”

That's what he always told Meer.

"In fact, that's all Princess Meir can do..."

and so on, along with an unexpected and unnecessary slurping of words.

Meer tries to argue, even as she growls.

"Shh, but now that you've regained your trust, it's not like food is coming down..." Is it really meaningful? "

“That's right, at least we can slow things down...”

Ludwig continued, shrugging his shoulders.

"If you think, 'If you wait, you will be saved,' let the people be patient. However, if you despair that relief will not arrive, you will try your best to break the situation.”

Your own efforts?

"Yes, to attack aristocrats and merchants and deprive them of food." The fire of battle sometimes burns fields, disrupts transportation, and increases further damage... That creates even more food shortages.... "

“The situation is getting worse and worse. It's a negative chain..."

“Somehow, to avoid that chain, we need to restore the Empire's trust and restore the food supply little by little.”

It was Ludwig with a bitter face... but that effort didn't work.

It wasn't easy to recover the "normal" that collapsed once, even with those damn glasses.

Such bitter memories make Mea spin words from her heart.

"...... I'm proud of this' normal '." I think it's more precious for my mother to be able to laugh with my beloved child. ”

As long as you're laughing with the children, it's unlikely that the mother will suddenly throw a rotten egg at you. It was as if the blade of the truncheon did not come down, or as if Dion Alia did not come down.

Meir deeply realizes that maintaining this "normal" is the trick that does not open the way to the platform.

"Normally, it's precious..."

Abel quietly looked around.

"I see. Is that what Meer imagines..."

Meer stared strangely at Abel as she twitched.

Abel, what's wrong?

"No, somehow, I just thought it was like meer." Oh, I knew Meer was Meer. "

“Well, what does that mean?”

Meer leans her neck tightly. But when she saw Dion and Anne nodding as if they agreed with Abel, she looked increasingly strange.