649 Episode Thirty: The Authoritarian Meer!

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

Entering the student meeting room, everyone's gaze turned to the girl standing next to me...

"This child is an example of...?"

It was Zion who opened his mouth to represent him.Meer nodded quietly.

"Yes, that's right. Patty, say hello.This is Prince Theon. "

"Prince Theon...?"

Sion smiles gently at Patty, who is leaning her neck.

"Nice to meet you, young lady. My name is Theon Saul Sancland.The first prince of the Sancland kingdom. "

"Sancland...? But the name of the prince of Sancland..."

“Patty, that's all you need to know.”

That said, Meer winks lightly.

I see, yes, I see.

Even though my expression didn't change at all, I knew it!and nodded cheerfully, Patricia bowed her head to Theon.

"I'm Patricia Claudius, and I hope you know me from now on."

Looking at her grand claim, Meer suddenly thinks.

--But even if you look at this child, Theon, your attitude doesn't change at all.

Old and young alike, Theon Saul Sancland attracts all generations of women.Even Meir was once blinded by his refreshing smile.

--Even so, you don't fall in love at all, and you don't get nervous...Does that mean you're my grandmother?Or should I mourn the depth of the serpent's education?Or maybe there's a situation where you can't afford to fall in love...?

Ragna and Chloe came in turns while thinking about things like that.

And the last thing that came was Rafina and the other one.

Everyone, do you have it?

Rafina gave a cool smile.Meer turned to look at the man standing next to her.

--There's no Abel now, so I'll have to work hard.

Yes... Abel isn't on St. Noel's Island right now.Along with Bell, I'm going to see my sister.

Meer enthuses and opens her mouth, as if to blow it away, thinking of his absence, which he always supports with his heart.

Mr. Rafina, is that better?

Before I turned my gaze, I was standing in front of a tall, tall man.

Will it reach the late twenties or thirties around the time of the year?

Intelligent glasses are worn on the sharp face, and the eyes behind the lens give a gentle smile.

And though he was inferior to Zion and Abel, he was a man with a sweet mask.If it was around Emeralda, I might have scouted the butler of my own house... "As expected, Meer didn't even touch her teeth.

Rather, what Meer was focusing on was something else. "That's..."

"I'm glad to see you at the beginning. My name is Julius."

Julius took a step and lowered his head with his hand on his chest.

It was a traditional courtesy of the imperial nobility.

"Well, this is polite."My name is Meer Luna Tia Moon, and I'm the president of the student association. "

Meer gently lifted the hem of her skirt and thanked her.The others exchanged greetings with each other.

"Nevertheless, I was surprised." You're from the Empire, aren't you?Which house is it in? "

Asked, Julius shook his head shyly,

"I'm sorry." Actually, I'm from a fallen aristocrat, so I'm not going to name my family now.Do you remember the name of the House of Viscount Oberato? "

"Viscount Oberato's house... yeah... well... I think I've heard of it somewhere."I don't know the details, but.... "

Meer laughs with love and other thoughts.In fact, it was as if I didn't recognize it, but, well, aside from that...

In any case, I was relieved to be able to rely on someone.

In response to Meer's words, Julius opened his eyes small.

"I think I can count on you...?"

Julius, who looked strange, tilted his head.

"Despite receiving the honorable Viscount status and financial support from his ancestors, this is a house of incompetents who have eaten it all up and lost even their dependent titles....."

"Fufu, what are you talking about..."You may say you lost your title, but when you inherited the house, you were lost. ”

Meer suddenly remembers.

Days spent running through Ludwig and his loyal servants to avoid ruin.

"I went to various places and did everything I could, but it was already too late at that point..."

--The misfortune of your ancestors' negative legacy is common. "And..."

Meir stares at Julius' face.All that matters is that it's not there... "Meer keeps staring at one thing.

"In the first place, the title is hereditary."It's no basis for trusting me.Or maybe if you got it with your own talent, it might make sense to trust it with it.... "

Meer knows as many things as she knows, such as the fools who expose their incompetence in the rhetoric that approached her in the name of a famous nobleman.There was no one in the Empire at that time who did anything worthy of the title.

In the first place, even the head of the Four Dukes' House was not at all trustworthy.The commoner Ludwig was much more useful, so it was no criterion for judging titles.

"Rather, the house is destroyed, and it flows into a foreign country without any shield behind it, where it becomes famous for learning.Because of its achievements, it can be trusted.Isn't that right? "

Meir evaluates Julius' performance.And more than that, trust... "

"I see... that's the idea of the Empire's wisdom..."

Rafina smiled happily at Julius, who looked impressed.

"Fufufu, you're surprised, aren't you? Meer is a flexible person who doesn't place much emphasis on titles or existing authority.”

While listening to that voice, Mea was watching Julius' face closely.That stubborn face... about the glasses I was wearing!

- Hmm, those glasses, they kind of feel like Ludwig.If so, this person must be the one who can do it.There's no doubt about it!

The nobleman's title was not valued, but the glasses were held tightly by the meer, the spectacleist.