Tearmoon Empire Story

"Prince Zion, what can I do for you?

To Abel, who leans his neck strangely, Theon said.

"It's late, but congrats on your first victory over your brother"

"Oh, that's on purpose, thank you"

Theon bowed his head small to Abel with an uncontrolled grin.

"And I must apologize to you"

"What are you talking about?

To Abel with his neck hanging, Theon continues.

"I knew you'd lose. I thought the difference between you and your brother was obvious."

- Well! How rude! There's no way Prince Abel can beat such a bad brother!

Meer's fondness for Scion declined.

But Abel laughs bitterly at Theon's words.

"I think you're right about that. I was lucky to win. I didn't win like Prince Zion."

- Well! How humble!

Meer's fondness for Abel increased.

"The element of luck matters, Prince Abel. I haven't won just because of my strength."

- Well, of course. You've only been lucky to win, naturally!

Meer agreed.

"It's an honor to have Prince Zion say that. I'm proud."

- That's not true, Prince Abel. It's no big deal because he recognized me like this!

Meer disagreed.

"Whatever, next game, let's make it a good fight"

That said, Theon offered his hand. There was an extra grin on that face.

It is a friendship between hot boys.

From Chloe sitting next to Meer,

"... nice"

Sigh spills saying, etc.

Anne and Tiona are both admired by the two princes who preceded the match.

By the way, Riola nods satisfactorily by checking the grilling of meat in the sandwich. She is an unblemished girl.

And Meer was also not interested in such a hot friendship of a man.

Rather, it seems that Prince Abel was taken by Scion, who had a good vibe until just now, and is in a grumpy mood.

It is His Royal Highness, a slightly narrow-minded princess who flutters her cheeks and grabs her sandwich in a grumpy manner.

When I think the contents are twenty year old women, I don't know what to say about narrow minds......

- Because Prince Abel was complimenting me on my sandwich, and I hope I don't interrupt!

I thought so, and Meer pulled Abel's clothing hem lightly. I notice Abel turning around, staring into its eyes and suing.

- You can compliment me more on my sandwich...?

Actually, here's the thing......, it was a wussy mea.

Abel, as usual, grinned unnecessarily at the hand bestowed by Zion.

A laugh to not make enemies, like no one makes an evil impression, just that laugh.

That's what you say with a smile on your face.

"Let's have a good fight," he said.

"I don't know how far I can go, but I'm going to borrow my chest and I'm going to do it full," he said.

Think about when you lost... Even if you lose, put up a line of prevention so you don't get hurt.

That's Abel's virginity. It's a way of life from an early age, stained with your body.

But... So, I feel my clothes get pulled.

- Yeah? What?

Looking back, I saw Meer grabbing the hem of her clothes.

The eyes that stared at me, the beautiful eyes, lit a serious light, as if they were telling Abel something.

- You're strong, Prince Abel.

What echoes behind Abel's brain was a word Meer said earlier.

She said.

You're strong.

Confident.

You can always win.

She said, she told me.

- Then..., I am.

You have to win, Abel thought.

Don't let me lie about her words.

To not waste her feelings for believing me.

"Let's be prepared, Prince Zion"

If you notice, Abel said.

The voice contained so much determination that Abel had ever lived and never had experience.

"Be prepared, Theon Saul Sankland"

"Yeah?"

Abel tells Scion, curiously beheaded.

I'm not gonna lose to you, Abel Lemno.

Theon laughs challengingly at the grand declaration of war.

"Right. You are most welcome, Prince Abel Remno. I swear here that I will defeat you with all my might."

For such a hot exchange, the three of Chloe, Anne and Tiona spill a howling hot exhale, and Riola spills a howling hot exhale at the deliciousness of her own BBQ...

- What's my, sandwich topic...?

Meer, what a sad sigh to spill.