"Sometimes, Princess Meer...... I'm sorry about the late day in the Kingdom of Remno. I hear you've caused a lot of trouble, too."
That's how Abram bows his head. In contrast, Meer shook her head quietly.
"Please lift your head. Sire Abram. I'm not apologizing. Already with the Kingdom of Remno, we should have settled on the matter. And I have an apology from Theon. There's no point in steaming back the finished story."
"But..."
"I'm not particularly annoying myself, and Prince Zion helped me a lot at that time. No need to apologize."
To that clean attitude, Abram sighed in a way that impressed him.
"I see, as I was asking Theon, the princess has a large vessel."
And so on, and the queen and I looked surprised..., no matter, that can't be true.
If you want to loosen the vessel, the vessel is empty, not wide. I mean... I'm hungry, so I'm just worried about my meal.
Yes, Meer is not interested in redemption of Sankland or anything like that right now. I'm interested in Sankland ingredients (mostly mushrooms)!
"Let's just say that's all for the hard part. It was sudden, so I couldn't prepare a big one, but I want you to enjoy it."
In King Abram's words, the dinner party began. But early on in the day, Meer found out that the word was just humble.
"Wonderful food."
It is a meer with unexpected admiration for the dishes that are lined up.
It was an extravagant dish, no less than the dishes served at White Moon Palace.
Fragrant sun cland bread with clean baked eyes. This bread gets harder with time, but the baking is crispy and Meer knows it's slightly sweet.
Furthermore, the climax for Meer was visited as early as at the time of the appetizer. Because
"Appetizers are sunny tomato jelly and salted soleil mushrooms"
Plates placed in front of themselves after explanations. What was on top was the jelly passing as beautiful as a jewel, finely chopped red ripe tomatoes and mixed with clear jelly, and the Soleil mushrooms, which also looked more and more beautiful and radiant.
Just sliced mushrooms about the size of Meer's palm, shaken salt and just baked...... Meer receives the cooking method as the maker's challenging letter.
- No bad skinny work. The concept is to make the most of the flavor of the ingredients with minimal cooking.
Meer's eyes bring light.
First, grab a glass of wine and moisten your mouth with the water inside to prepare it down. Then, when I grabbed the fork by the way, I stuck it in the soleil mushroom with graceful motion.
- Amateurs almost cut these mushrooms in two and put them in their mouths, but if you're also a veteran like me, I know how to eat them.
It is a mushroom the size of which looks slightly larger to eat in a single bite. but......, there was certainty and trust in Meer.
- There's just no way a cook like that isn't thinking about size, just baking mushrooms to compete with.
I mean, Meer made a decision.
That the mushroom is cut to the right size for your mouth. And that when you eat in a bite, it's calculated to be the best you can eat.
Full, Meer puts mushrooms in her mouth......, touching, her eyes get so hot.
Due to the faint saltiness felt, felt or not, and the extremely subtle addition or subtraction of salt, it was the natural richness of the mushrooms that made it stand out. It is very pale and delicate......, the taste of the grace of the earth.
When you bite into the back teeth, the elasticity of accepting the fluffy teeth, advancing the teeth to the middle, what a pleasant sound with the colic. Never too hard, not too soft, mushrooms that retain exquisite elasticity, Meer is impressed by their baking additions and subtractions.
The fluffy and aromatic scent tickles the nose, on the tongue, leaving a hint of sweetness… its aftertaste slowly disappears. Gone.
In front of me, Meer said, even thinking of the sight of the forest where this mushroom has grown.
"Excellent...... Great job......"
Mushroom Sommelier Meer spares no praise for the chef.
King Abram smiled when he saw Meer's satisfied face.
"I heard the princess has an extraordinary interest in food, but apparently it's a rumor."
"Ugh, not so much, but I love eating it."
"Is that still the case? I heard you extended your legs to Perugia the other day..."
"Yeah. You're right. For the sake of famine, I thought we had to build a strong relationship of trust with food importers."
Abram's eyes are only slightly sharp.
"I've asked Theon before, did you think Princess Meer predicted food shortages today? What's more, you claim that this inaction will last for several years and that there will be a massive famine? Is that what this is about?
"Well, you can't even tell what's going to happen next. So I can't answer the question if it is about you... However, in the Empire we are prepared for famine. I'll just tell you that we have a system in place that won't starve the people."
"Right...... As a matter of fact, some of our ministers wonder if your country is aiming to expand its territory and feed it to wage war."
"Father, is there someone who says such a thing?
Said in a way that Theon couldn't hide his anger and confusion. In contrast, Abram answers with a calm voice.
"In common sense, it would make more sense to think of it as part of a military operation than as a holocaust that has never happened in the past"
And so, to Abram, who turns his gaze toward himself, Meer,
"Oh, that's another, much more relaxed idea."
Unexpectedly, I snapped.
"Well, relax, and... do you feel that way..."
It was Abram with an unexpected face, but from Meer, who knows that hellish famine, the idea was nothing but relaxation.
As the knower of that time, Meer assures you.
"It's relaxing. War etc and...... If it's normal, you don't have to know, and you're not spending your time on stupid things like that in times of famine."
Let Meer tell you, we don't have time for war or anything.
Some may argue for a war to take away food, but there's no way the other person will just give up food or territory. If we go to war, the fields will be burned, the workers will lose their lives, and the food situation will get worse the next year.
- If it's that with overwhelming power, a self-abandoned opponent can set the battle on fire before they set their fields on fire, then maybe that's good too...
I imagine if we could gather about a hundred Dion Alais, that might be possible too, etc. Meer......
- I'm the one who's more troublesome than a hundred.
In the end, it is Meer's conclusion that war cannot be a measure against hunger. Assuming it's been a while, there's no way that such a thing could last.
If so, you can't choose that.
"If you can afford food and you can afford a worker, chanting a championship is a good idea. But there is no room for such before the upcoming famine. Not if the battle is fouling the land and reducing the number of people."
That's all I said, and then, uh, I had an idea, and Meer opened her mouth.
"Yeah, but it might make sense to use that as an excuse."
"An excuse......?
"It means exactly what you say, Sire Abram. I would advise you to increase your food reserves, even if it's a big name, that the Empire may be planning a war of aggression."
"I see. Does Princess Meer mean she's so sure that famine will happen"
Abram nodded convincingly before
"But if so, we should be busy now in times of famine. At that time, is there any reason why you came to this Sankland?
"Yeah, of course..."
Meer thinks for a moment about the opportunity that came without thinking.
It is now a great opportunity to explore who Prince Eshar was and what the circumstances were behind the assassination of Zion.
Exactly, I can't tell you what's going on, but fortunately, Meer has a big name now. Meer had a shimmering face,
"My friend, I'm worried about Emeralda."
I said it with all my guilt-free, clear mind.
Anyway, Meer's words are not lies. Just saying it's not all true.
At least some of it... roughly 20%, because I'm seriously worried about Emeralda.
Therefore, Meer's heart is now clearer than ever, at least as transparent as the sea moon that floats in the sea.