Tearmoon Empire Story

Virgin Princess Meer tells me, there is a book called

While telling a true story (nonfiction), the content is a high-purity delusion (fiction) that praises Meer.

Written by Ellis Litostein, a big writer who established a popular genre of fantasy in the Empire.

She is the sister of Anne Ritostein, an exclusive maid who made her Princess Meer's embrace writer and served her for a long time.

This is how the book was written down.

The first time I met Her Royal Highness Princess Meer, I had just turned twelve.

I was weak in those days and couldn't play outside with friends my age. She was just a little girl who dissipated that desire by writing a story that could not even be described as a novel.

Her Royal Highness has decided to make me a writer with you simply by gently streaming and reading my manuscript like that.

Besides, in just a moment, I understood all my stories.

Isn't it an episode of His Royal Highness, the genius and versatile princess, who is too heterogeneous to call it a quick read?

... Again, I confirm, it is Ellis' misunderstanding, no, delusion, and there is not a single piece of truth there.

Nonetheless, this book, it sells all over the market.

The Empire is, in many ways, terminal.

By the way, thanks to this book, Meer is going to be saved from the predicament, which is another story.

"Am I, Your Highness?

Suddenly, Ellis blinked her eyes at Meer's offer.

An artist in arms is a system in which nobility and empire become sponsors and support life.

The artist covets the position that you can concentrate on your creative activities without worrying about money if you are blessed with a good sponsor.

Ellis shook her neck to the side, though it was a delicious story that there was no more.

"Um, please don't"

"To?"

In unexpected reply, Meer tilted her neck.

"Why is that? I don't think that's a bad story for you."

Meer, if you're a writer in your arms, you can even use the big library in the castle. Even collecting materials should be easy to do...

"Don't flirt with me because I'm your sister's sister."

"Elise! Dear Meer, how dare you..."

"I want to compete with stories I've made. It's your sister's spill, and I don't want to be your writer."

To Ellis, who tells her to be angry, Meer returns it in a casual tone.

"Alas, I intend to..."

"It's a lie. It can't be that quick to read."

"Mr. Ellis, I hope you remember one thing."

Meer said in a clear tone.

"I don't like lying. I'm going to look at your story and make a suggestion."

That said, Meer put her index finger on her cheek and stared up a little.

"Well, the good thing about this story is that first..."

I remember the story I heard that day in the dungeon.

What I liked, what impressed me, what was interesting......

Meer said. I talked it down.

It's like, you can talk about your work critique as you like, with a doya face like an old critic who feels good.

"... wow"

Stunning on Ellis' face. but that gradually becomes something that seems suspicious.

"Um, Your Highness...?

I just got a paragraph on the story, and Ellis talked to me naughty.

"Hmm? What is it?

to Meer tilting her neck, Ellis looked strange,

"How..., to the point where it hasn't been written yet, do you know?

"... to?

I told him the facts of the shock.

- Oh, shit. Oh, yeah!

Yes, the story Meer knows is years from now.

Naturally, it's written more until later than what we have now...

- Absolutely, don't think about it, I feel comfortable talking about it!

It is a mistake of hatred.

While I'm cold sweating, I'm in a hurry Meer.

Without worrying about Meer like that, the hand of salvation was stretched out.

"On the other hand, I'm not surprised, Ellis. If you read it halfway, you'll find it as easy as it gets."

Ludwig is also approximate, but Anne was also quite seriously ill.

The weather is good because of Meer, and it rains because Meer cares about the peasants...

The more I thought of it that way, the more Anne had become Her Royal Highness Princess Meer snore.

"Right, Dear Meer"

Asked so with a full grin, Meer nodded reflexively.

"Oh, right. That's what it looks like."

- What! What's that like?

Even from the point of view of Meer, who is the winner, a disastrous logic.

But I just have to get to where I'm going, more than I got on.

Forcefully, Meer proceeds with the conversation.

"Again, I'll tell you. Ellis, be my writer of arms. And write this story down."

"... Her Royal Highness Princess Meer... sister"

Ellis, to the unscrupulous logic of her sister and Meer......,

"Thank you"

Colo and I were put on it.

Thus another fervent Meer believer was born into the Empire.