236 Episode 87: Emeralda, Soft

That day, Meer was to have a sleepless night.

Inside the impromptu tabernacle......, the sound of butterflies and cloth stirring, gutters, leaves rubbing.

Some of them, from time to time, sounded a little screamy...... A frightening imagination ran over her head, and Meer had been hitting the crap out of her sleeping bag for almost an hour.

By the way, because of the fatigue of the sailing trip, Meer was in her sleeping bag more than an hour earlier than usual today.

... Well, aside from that, Meer, who had a sleepless night, woke up the next day with a fierce wind noise.

Meer jumped up unexpectedly at the sound of the bass and the tabernacle.

"Behold, what is this... What the hell!?

Looking around, there was already no sign of Emeralda and Nina, and Anne was alone, waiting for Meer to wake up.

... By the way, the wind had been making a tremendous noise for Meer to wake up.

So all the members but Meer were awake... but even amidst the whimpering wind sounds, she didn't wake Meer, who sleeps comfortably.

All around Meer was filled with sweet people.

"Good morning. Master Meer. I'm so sorry about earlier, but something seems to have gone wrong. Let's get dressed soon."

"Yeah, I get it. Thank you very much."

So Anne helped me, and I quickly changed my clothes, Meer went outside the tabernacle..., moments, stirred by the wind, and nearly fell in jeopardy.

Ask Anne to support you where you are in the inches and manage to get back in shape.

"That's an amazing breeze. What the hell is this...?

The tabernacle, where Meers spent the night, was set on a high platform a short distance from the beach.

There are many large trees growing nearby and I installed them in such a way as to bracket them there...... And the thick trees that seemed to be used for the pillars of the castle were gizzards and gizzards.

If you look up at the sky, the gray clouds will be flowing at tremendous speed.

Though it was not the rain that had fallen, the distant skies were occasionally blinking white..., what a disturbing atmosphere they had created.

"It's tough! Meer!"

And there flew Emeralda, who changed her blood phase.

"Well, what's wrong? In such a hurry..."

I was Meer, who welcomed Emeralda at her leisure, but to her answer, for a moment, I get stunned.

"There isn't... The Emerald Star."

"... Huh?

After Emeralda, Meer opened her mouth gently as she headed to the beach.

Things were different on the beach than they were yesterday. A rough, wave-beating sandy beach, its area is less than a third that of yesterday.

And from the offshore where the Emerald Star in question should be, its appearance had disappeared neglectfully.

"What if a pirate attacked you..."

Emeralda twinkles with a pale face. However,

"No, perhaps we should assume that we took refuge on some island shade to avoid this wind"

Keithwood's calm voice denies Emeralda's fear.

Then Keithwood looked up at the sky. At the end of that gaze, a black cloud swirls.

"Since yesterday, I've been a little worried... Looks like a storm is coming"

"Anyway, it's a little dangerous to be here. Find somewhere to keep out the rain storm."

Keithwood and Abel nod at Zion's words.

"Miss Emeralda, is there somewhere safe on this island? I hope it's also a cave..."

"Oh, no, the..., because I only know this beach, too"

"I see. I mean, don't you know what's behind the island"

"My lord Zion, how about I borrow the escort of Her Royal Highness Princess Meer or Emeralda and ask her to come out to scourge? Or maybe I'll do it."

"No, it would be dangerous to fall apart now. If it moves, we'll all be together."

Well, there, Theon looked around.

"I mean, I don't see any escorts before then..., Meer, where are your dedicated Kingsguard people letting you go?

So, Meer finally realizes it too.

I never saw anywhere the two accompanying men of the Crown Princess's dedicated Kingsguard, who should always be there to serve and protect Meer. What's more, I don't even see Emeralda's escort.

In other words, there are only seven princes and Keithwood, Meer and Emeralda, and Anne and Nina.

The guards were gone..., neglected!

- What does this mean...?

Behind Meer's brain, yesterday, the suspicion revealed by Emeralda comes back to life. An example, after a ghost walking astray on the island, was spoken of as a delight.

It certainly seemed like a story about a neglected absence of people from the top of the ship and the birth of a ghost ship...

Bullshit, I've been an unexpectedly spine-shaking Meer, but shortly afterwards, I saw Emeralda looking subtly awkward!

"... Mr. Emeralda, you... you did it, didn't you?

Meer had jittery eyes and stared at Emeralda.

"Ya did? Well, what are you talking about? You have no idea what this is about."

Nothing comes to mind -! Stuff Meer into Emeralda, who looks like she should be.

"It's not a blur. Mr. Emeralda, you took the escort home to the ship at night, didn't you? Besides, my escort said well..."

"Oh, no, you're not supposed to do that? This is who I am..."

Meer stares silently at Emeralda. Stare, keep staring...

"Ugh, yeah, 'cause, Mia, maybe they'll exchange a good word or something that the escorts won't let you hear, right? If anyone else were here, the princes might be able to talk to you, right? My care is common sense."

That means Nina and Anne let them stay to get dressed and take care of themselves, but the escorts let them go home because they seem to be in the way.

Abel took some approach to Meer, and here's the thing...... there could be a lot going on! And so on and Emeralda distracted me extra.

No..., that's not all, and Meer stares at Emeralda.

- Maybe he said, "Could Prince Zion talk to me, too? You must think so. Damn, Mr. Emeralda...

I shake my head in a frightening mood, Meer.

- Something that convenient can't happen. It's frightening.

It was Meer throwing herself completely across the memory, such as her own actions on the previous timeline.

The other side of Meer's memory is… hereinafter abbreviated.

"We'll talk later. Let's evacuate anyway. Keithwood, lead the way."

Under Zion's direction, a line moved out.