483 Episode 103 Plant Fire

--As always, it's amazing. Meer....

Theon unexpectedly sighed with admiration.

--Uncle Lampron still has a decent relationship with his servant, even his father....

Again, I feel the difference between myself and her.

--The wisdom of the Empire...?

"Hi, Theon. It's been a while."

In that voice, Theon rises from the sea of thought. When I raised my face, I saw the face of an old friend.

"Ah, Abel. Fufu, I'm sure you'll be happy to see me again at school, but things aren't going so well."

St. Noel's new semester has already begun. Originally, Theon would be in the Principality of Verga by now, but this time he delayed his departure for this party.

In St. Noel, where the royal aristocrats gather, this hand is a daily mess. If you are attending an important event in your home country, you are allowed to take a leave of absence.

"I can't help it. Besides, it's quite fresh to meet with the students' meeting in your home country.

Sighing Abel, Theon smiles bitterly.

"Indeed. However, there was something embarrassing about introducing me to my family....."

"Brother? That person....."

As she approached, Eshar leaned her neck.

"Oh, don't you remember? I think I saw you once when you were little. His Highness Abel, the Second Prince of the Kingdom of Lemno. Together we serve as a student council in St. Noel... my friend."

"I'm honored you called me a friend, Theon."

Abel looked at Eshar again after he looked a little shy.

"Hi, Lord Eshar. Abel Lemno. On behalf of my kingdom, I would like to congratulate you on this occasion."

"Thank you, Lord Abel. I'm confused by something sudden, but I want to encourage it for Sankland."

When he heard the answer, Abel rounded his eyes.

"Ha ha ha. Wow, Lord Eshar. When I was your age, I couldn't think of anything like that."

That's how Abel laughs. You can't see the humility in that face.

When I first entered St. Noel, there was a throwing atmosphere hidden somewhere....

--Unusual, Abel. Released from feelings of inferiority towards my brother, I am grand. [M]

Seeing a friend who recognizes not only the skill of the sword, but also his bravery and personality, Theon thinks so.

Could you be my brother, like this friend? and.

I hope this encounter will have a positive impact on Eschar. It's not just about meeting Abel. Meer and her friends.... I'm sure everything surrounding Meer will be a good stimulus for Eschar.

If you could destroy the same deep-rooted values as Eshar... then...

"But it's amazing.... Meer"

In Abel's words, Theon returns to me.

"Ah... Absolutely. Always, don't be surprised by her."

Sion nodded honestly and looked at Meer. A girl the same age as herself who crosses with her father equally.

"That idea of Meer will change the history of the continent...."

It's not just about coping with famine. It even changes people's consciousness.

The values of the Central Orthodox Church are widely enshrined on the continent. As a result, different countries are able to share certain criteria about what is right and what is wrong.

Of course, even if it is different in the details, basic moral concepts such as "people in need must help" or "authoritative aristocracy must protect the peace of the people" are consistent.

... but it's just a building.

Are the people who live in distant exotic lands really like themselves? Maybe the evil demon has turned into a demon? The vague anxiety always remains in people's minds.

Because I've never met him... and I've never actually talked to him... there's something I can't trust.

Therefore, others can easily turn into unknown enemies.

It is very difficult to believe in the same God, the same justice, the same person, at any time, when you say it loudly.

But if Meer's idea came true... the world might change in a real sense.

The flow of people and things may become thicker and stronger, and connections between people may be forged, rather than between countries. Because people who live in distant places have more opportunities to know that they are the same people as they are, as a practical experience.

"But Meer doesn't know the opposite."

"What do you mean?

"No one deserves to be the head of such an organization but the wisdom of the Empire."

Abel nodded convincingly to Theon's point.

"Oh, I see. That's true. But...."

And so Abel smiled little.

"What's wrong?

"No, what? I wonder if Meer was nervous, too. I thought she was accenting a lot earlier."

Behind his mask as a perfect sage, he seemed to have a slightly cute face to peek at, and indeed the earlier scene seemed like a smile. I thought...

"I don't know. Maybe that was on purpose?

That's what Theon said, shrugging his shoulders.

"What do you mean?

It was unexpectedly Eschar who answered Abel tilting his neck.

Does that mean "no one follows the perfect person"...? Brother "

"Oh, yeah. Or if it's Meer, I wonder if I can grab the other person's heart by showing them a gap."

In response to the words, Eshar leaned her neck strangely.

"Is that possible?

"It could be enough for her. We can do that kind of calculation."

Then Zion looked into Eshar's eyes and said,

"If Meer had such an idea, your relationship with Miss Emeralda would certainly be meaningful. As a prince of Saint Clarence, I will serve you well."

With anticipation, Theon said.

Theon knows. The fact that Eshar is struggling. I have done my best to behave well as a prince of Saint Klander, but I am also hurt compared to my brother.

--I wonder if Eschar has a way of doing things, rather than aiming for me. You don't have to be like me.

The qualities are different from person to person. There are things that Eschar can and cannot do for Theon, and there are things that Eschar can only do for him.

Theon was hoping that Meer's idea would inspire him to realize it. And if you two could help me with Meer's idea... How wonderful it would be if we could share part of that role with our brothers.

With such a pure wish, Theon said.

"I'll work with Princess Meer and do what I can. Let's play our part as princes of Sankland."

"Yes... Brother Theon."

Eshar said in a small voice, and then he lay down.

The expression was invisible to no one.