414 Lesson 37: You cannot escape the wisdom of the Empire.

"Is that... the wisdom of the Empire, Meer Luna Tiermoon, or..."

King Perugian, Yuhal Tafrief Perugian, watched Meer climb the golden ramp.

He knew that there was no falsehood in the voice, a people boiling in great cheer.

Today, the people gathered to welcome the princess of the Empire, the reluctantly gathered, have now shown their heartfelt welcome.

"I don't know how to capture the hearts of the people in this way...... Brilliant wisdom. Empire wisdom profits regardless of the crappy customs of aristocratic society, or..."

For the sake of mastering the hearts and minds, it is easy to trump the common sense of the royal marquis nobility as a merchant...... In that attitude, Yuhal learned to be abominable.

"Even though in my heart I look down on us, does the outside only show respect to us... She's a smart little girl..."

Yuhal knows.

"There is no point in being in front of profits, such as pride," that those so reasonably conceivable are among the nobility and royalty.

I'm sure Meer, the Empress, is one of its kind. That's how he decided he must be a realist (realist) who can weigh profits more than pride.

"But did Princess Meer know about that wheat...?

Normally, wheat has small thorns, which can cause pain and itching when touching the complexion.

Wheat in Perugia is hardly such a thing to happen due to varietal improvements…, but it was an unapologetic observational eye and driving if you were to act with certainty of safety after a good discernment of its wheat habits.

"Or it could have been either, or..."

Yuhal is unwittingly hacked.

If I had stepped on that wheat and injured my foot, I might have made some unscrupulous demand for it. I don't even think the Peruvian side lacks consideration to entertain them, but I don't mind if they lacked consideration,... maybe that's what happened.

"Did you have knowledge of wheat, calculated considerations for the Peruvian side, or did you think it wouldn't matter if there were thorns..."

Either way, Yuhal decided that Meer's actions were based only on calculations.

Or...... maybe he just wanted to think so.

Because the princess of the Empire, who should do it in return one day, had to be a mighty opponent......

Mighty and ruthless...... had to be the enemy. It's like stomping ourselves off guard, or cutting off lightly pretending to caring for the people... it had to be like that.

Never was he compassionate.

Because otherwise, you won't be able to fight at your peril...

Yuhal believed what he wanted to believe and saw what he wanted to see.

I saw a portrait that was convenient.

"But I had no idea that officials of the first Emperor Tiermoon, visiting this golden heavenly countryside, would walk up this ramp... That's something I don't know..."

It was then...... A slight discomfort arises in the back of his brain.

It's... it's like some kind of swing. As for the ripples that occurred on the lake, his memory was shaken, and...

"... No, isn't it? Have you ever had a previous Queen...? But... no, was that... was that about a dream...?

A foam of fading memories, is that a dream or a manifestation...... Yuhal slowly shook his head to confuse his own vague memory and delude it.

"Cloudy memories...... Hehe, I don't want to get old..."

That's how he gave a dead laugh.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Meer, you have been wanting me all the way..."

As Meer cut up the golden slope, Yuhal stepped out in front of Meer.

"I'll see you first. His Royal Highness Meer, King of Perugia, in Yuhar Tafrief Perugia."

That's how he got on one knee.

No matter how the opponent opposes the Imperial Empress, it is not the attitude to be taken by a single king.

But Yuhar was also one who could forsake his pride, if he needed it again. The greetings of the kings of the kingdoms are just as good as humble. Especially now that we have the unparalleled plot in our bellies, we must not be subjected to extra prying.

"This, be polite, Your Grace. I am Meer Luna Tiermoon. Later, get to know each other."

Lifting the skirt's hem slightly, Meer said.

"I'm sorry that my daughters are totally taking care of you, but without saying hello. I don't mean to apologize for that, but we have a welcome feast tonight. I hope you're not tired from the long journey..."

"Oh, that's really great. There's nothing wrong with that. Me, no matter how tired I am or how full my stomach is, if it's Perugian food, I think I can eat it. The food in this country is excellent. Looking forward to it."

I flattered her with a full smile, and then Meer leaned her neck deliberately.

"Oh, yeah. Then I'd like to ask you a favor."

"Please…,? Now, what is that..."

"I would love to have Lord Sharoke Cornrogue present at my welcoming party."

"Hmm..."

To that name, which came out unintentionally, Yuhar looked at Ranya. Yuhal sighs inside to her daughter, who doesn't try to keep an eye on herself.

- Did you pass the information on to Princess Meer... No way, my daughter would betray me......

And so on, but without changing one expression, Yuchal said.

"But he is just a merchant. Your Highness Princess Meer won't deserve a dinner party. What the hell, why would you do that?

It is inappropriate to call a merchant to dinner with the Empress of the Great Tiermoon Empire. But Meer said with a smiling face.

"Yeah, actually..."

and so late, Meer's carriage in chased him.

Coming down are two girls of the same age as Meer, plus a maid's girl, and one young man with glasses.

Meer said, glancing at you.

"Actually, my friend Tatiana seems to be very grateful to Lord Sharoke for everything. I'd love to meet you in person and thank you."

After Meer's gaze, one girl stiffens up nervously.

- I see. You mean we already have an excuse... Is this natural...

Yuhal decides to hit Meer, younger than his own daughter, with greater vigilance.

"Ugh, Mr. Sharoke, because he seems like a very good one. I want to hear about it, too, right?

Yuhal nodded cautiously at Meer with a demonic grin.

"Was it...... Let's arrange it that way."

Tongue-in-cheek to the wishes of the Imperial Empress, who cannot escape......