498 Episode 119 Princess Meer, I am finally determined to avenge you!

--Well, that's not good...

Keho, Keho, I coughed little by little, and Meer was upset.

No wonder, it's the last turn of the day. Worst case scenario where your throat is rough in the most important scene.

- No, is this more of an opportunity? If you keep coughing up like this, you might be able to deceive yourself...

I knew the waves were coming! We have to get on this! Mia's ear, which was about to be pushed in a bad direction, suddenly caught the sound of knocking.

That's how I came in with my unique loyalist..., Anne.

"Excuse me. Mia, I thought I might have been thirsty shortly after the dance and brought you a drink."

As she said, Anne put a glass of juice on the basin.

"Ah, ahh, Anne, it was a wonderful time, huh?"

Meer stared at it with a complicated feeling. If you drink that, your throat will calm down. After that, we must finally speak in difficult circumstances.

The answer is uncertain as to what to do with Eshar.

--Gu, gu, gu, I still couldn't escape. Well, if that's the case, I should have put my thoughts together while you were talking.

Drink the juice as slowly as possible while tilting the glass you received from Anne.

Spread over the tongue is a refreshing, sour sweetness. Enjoy the delicious citrus scent that tickles your nose.

---this taste is like morning dew in a circle of flowers hidden behind the spring forest..., the refreshing sweetness of mushrooms...

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Not if you're running away from reality!

Return to me immediately.

--It wasn't when I was criticizing juice. I need to convince Theon and His Majesty Abrams to do something clever...

Fumumu, you're wrinkling between your eyebrows... that's when it happened.

"Message from Mr. Ludwig, Mr. Meer."

I noticed Anne staring seriously at herself.

"Oh... what is it?

"Yes, you can do what you want, Meer. We'll take care of it."

After that, Anne gently continued to put her hand on her chest.

"Meer, I agree with you. Meer, do what you want. We will always be on your side."

"Anne....."

And... shitty glasses... and a snap, Meer closes her eyes.

I remember Anne's last loyalty... and her loyalty to saving the Empire without giving up.

He always said, "I'll figure it out", and he didn't have a bad face...

--No, you looked nasty. I looked terribly disgusted. Ufufu, I miss it.

I laugh unexpectedly.

--He and I have been running around the country. Well, most of the time I did my best, but I did my best with my fucking glasses. If I were six, my fucking glasses would be about four percent...

Actually, Ludwig was eight and Mea was two... no, I was pulling my leg slightly, so one... No, anyway, good luck!

But... that hard work won't be rewarded...

The seeds planted by Meer and Ludwig, unfortunately, barely sprouted.

--When I remember..., I'm kind of angry...

Two, anger rises from the bottom of your stomach. It was a terrible rage.

That's how Meer found out. This is a chance for revenge...

--That's right... Such opportunities are rare. I will avenge one thing here! I will avenge you with all my might!

Being able to see what to do makes Meer feel refreshed.

Then take another sip of juice. Keep your throat in order.

"Thank you, Anne. Thank you."

Turning back the glass, Meer looks back quietly.

There was everyone waiting for Meer's words.

Meer said strictly... after she spit out the flame of anger from her nose.

"People have to prune their own seeds....."

That's a lesson Meer learned with herself. It is the truth that never wavers.

"Whether it be a good seed or a bad seed, it shall be reaped with its own hands. Isn't that what it is? Your Majesty."

I stared at Abrams to confirm.

Abrams glanced back at his intellectually bright eyes.

I see. I guess that's what it is..... "

Abram admits his righteousness.

It was... a great anger in Meer's chest that confirmed it.

I mean, isn't that strange...?

Once sown, there's nothing you can do about it. I can't stop it... I can't help but prune the fruits of its doom with my own hands...

No matter how hard you try, you can't get it back... you can't start over...

--I 'm definitely not satisfied with that!

It is the wrath of Meer, who worked hard in the past to avoid the fruits of doom.

And now there's an opportunity for revenge to clear that anger. It's a waste of time to just save Eshar's life.

Meer gently closed her eyes and kept going.

"Certainly, you have to harvest the fruit of that kind with your own hands....."

But strictly like the prophet who tells the gods.

"But that's not right now."

Strongly, I assure you.

"Whatever grass and flowers you sow, you have time to sprout, grow, flower and get fruit, and one day His Highness will have to mow the seeds you sow yourself. But until then, I wonder if there's time to blow, grow, and flower...

What Meer wanted was "time." That is………

"I mean, I'm going to give you a respite, is that it?

In response to Theon's inquiry, Meer nodded that she would gain my respect.

"That's right. And...."

And then, what to do... Time, something to be respited... It's a

"And... if you could sow a lot of good seeds before that seed reaches fruition..."

Meer looks away and says. It's as if you can think of a past you can't go back to, as if you're looking for a loyal minister you can't see anymore.

"Or... even the seeds of sin may die."

Like praying..., Meer said with a faint trembling voice.

That's what Meer wanted from the bottom of her heart that day.

Along with the nostalgic fucking glasses, I kept asking for it.

I have to mow the seeds of doom that have been sown... I knew it... but I managed to run around the Empire.

He rose desperately to wither on the way, lest the seeds that lead to extinction blow.

That day, Meer wanted me wholeheartedly... but I couldn't give her the end.

It's an opportunity to reclaim it.

Or maybe there's nothing like that.

Sown seeds must never be mowed, and that may not be the absolute law. But...

--I won't admit it. I'll never admit that once I fail and sow a bad seed, it's over... I can't start over. I'll prove it's not. Use that, Lord Eshar!

Meer dreams.

A day when Eshar will triumph over Saint Krand with more than enough credit to atone for this sin.

The day everyone admits they didn't have to execute him...

It's the continuation of that day when I couldn't get Meer... one of the futures I dreamed of.

That's the first time Meer said it.

Sweet toast.

I've dried up the seeds I sowed...

That was... that was Meer's revenge.

--It's an opportunity I wasn't given... but I'll give it to you. I'll give you everything I can!

As for the absolute cause and effect, Meer was trying to kick him with all her might.

"I see... that's what you think... of the wisdom of the Empire..."

So crushed, Theon... smiled calmly.

"I knew it, Meer... you..."

And stop the words there. I don't know what the next words were like...

After a small sigh, Theon turned to Eshar.