92 Episode 90: Meer, you're pissed off!

For some time after returning from one of the Viscount Bellman territories, Meer was dazed.

With no school and the emperor's consideration of relaxing because he is returning from vacation, Meer, freed from official duties, was enjoying the vacation precisely.

Throw your hands and feet out on the bed, Guttara. Spend your days. Moreover, there is no such thing as wearing a dress but only a skin dress.

Just because it's my room, it's completely full of..., it's hanging up all over!

Rin, known there as the empire's wisdom, was nowhere to be found.

"... With that said, Prince Abel hasn't written to you lately."

Ha, and a chopped sigh.

Actually, that was one of the reasons Meer wasn't very motivated. A letter from Prince Abel, which was exchanged almost ten days ago, has not arrived.

By the way, this could be said to be a fairly frequent correspondence, since it takes about five days to fly an early horse between the Tiermoon Empire and the Kingdom of Lemno.

Meer had already written so many letters to Anne's sister, Ellis, that she could not spend the rest of her life on the previous timeline, while also borrowing her wisdom.

Even so, there are about three...

This is the story of Meer's brush inertia in her previous life.

Anyway, it was such an abel, but it was already about fifteen days after Meer sent out the letter.

Summer break is coming to an end, and I am just a little lonely Meer, not to mention seeing her again soon at school.

That doesn't mean you can sleep and spend time in bed...

"Dear Meer, I have a letter..."

Because it was such a meer, I was literally happy to jump up when Anne came into the room.

"Well, finally. I was worried about what was going on... but I thought maybe it was a landslide in the street and I couldn't get through, but if it was this late, I'd forgive you."

"Oh, you know, Mia, that's... not actually a letter from Prince Abel"

"............ to?

To Meer at the smile, Anne felt just a little sorry.

"Actually, it's a letter from Miss Tubor from Rudolphon..."

Meer, who was frowning on the bed, fell on her back on the bed as she retracted without soot, much noise.

"Uh, Mr. Tiona, right?"

is fussy tense. Zero lowering sighs,

"Open it and read it"

Gudey said in an unmotivated manner.

Needless to say, Tiona Rudolfone is the enemy of the previous timeline. I don't even want to aggressively avenge him, but I'm not exactly the person he enjoys writing to.

If this is around Chloe, correspondence with your friends also makes me feel a little fun...

- But the wheat stored by Rudolphin's Tubor is fascinating.

Therefore, it cannot be handled without a bottom.

I had no choice, reluctantly, but Meer was willing to read the letter to me...

"Lady Meer!

With a sharp Anne voice besides her thoughts, Meer was just a little surprised.

"Become, what? Anne, look so scared..."

"I know I miss your letter from Prince Abel. But what would Prince Abel think if he saw him like this?"

"You don't have to say that hard, it's in the room..."

Anne says clearly to Meer, who excuses herself for being a slut.

"It's not what I found out who's watching. My lord Meer, the servants' mouths are very light."

So Meer remembers. In the previous timeline......

That the servants with the princess complained that there was no such thing.

My failures were instantly known among the servants, and indeed their mouths were very light.

If they, hypothetically, tick Prince Abel's messenger for their own ugliness...

Imagine, Meer turned blue in an instant.

"Ah, Anne..., Anne..."

Anne snorted reliably at Meer, who was crying early on.

"It's okay, Mia. Meer, I do everything I can to take care of you, and I'm the only one in this room who knows. But, Mia, I don't know when or where anyone is looking..."

"Okay, I'll go with Shan."

Whenever and wherever Prince Abel sees you, don't be ashamed! Meer changed her mind.

… very simple.

Such an honest lord was only a little proud of Anne.

"I'm sorry I said too much"

"No, rather, you've always helped me, Anne."

By nature, such an exit would not be strange to be punished. But no matter how unconscious she was, Anne was pleased that Meer was still Meer, the esteemed master of her own.

Again, Meer, dressed in a dress, glanced at a letter from Tiona.

"Hmm, Mr. Tiona's, younger brother, it's..."

Seeing that aspect, I remembered being able to rise to the back of Meer's brain.