Tearmoon Teikoku Monogatari: Dantoudai kara Hajimaru, Hime no Tensei Gyakuten Story (Tearmoon Empire)

Kill 'em!

Unhand me! How dare you treat me so!

Do you think this affront to my personage will go without consequences?

Someone! Cut down these men! Anyone!

What is this?

Come back!

I cannot stay in such a dirty cell!

Release me!

I am telling you to release me!

I-I am...

I am the First Princess of the Tearmoon Empire,

Mia Luna Tearmoon, Her Imperial Highness.

Three Years Later

Dinner is served.

It always reeks in here.

Makes me wanna hurl.

Now, now.

You know it's vegetables first.

Oh, how wasteful.

Ah, I seem to recall Her Highness had a distaste for Yellow Moon tomatoes.

Well, this is your last meal.

You can enjoy it as you see fit.

Hey!

You have a visitor before the end.

Come.

Get moving.

How...

How did things come to this?

Do it already!

You rotten wench!

How did things get so...

How...

How...

No!

M-M-M-My neck! My neck! My neck!

I-It's intact.

My head is... still attached...

I'm a...

child?

M-My goodness.

I ought to know nothing like that could happen.

What a silly dream.

How childish of me.

How could I ever think that was real...

Oh?

My execution date draws near.

I'm scared. So scared. I don't want to die.

What did I do that was so wrong?

Was it the "let them eat meat" thing?

No, no, no, no, no, please. I don't want to die.

I don't want to die—

No!

I certainly feel less than my best.

Episode 1: The Princess Starting from the Chopping Block

These are the marvelously beautiful walls I have known my whole life.

I am most certainly in a palace fit for the imperial family.

All those frightful events I saw before must have been a dream.

Letting myself be so disturbed by some nasty nightmare...

How silly of me.

Of course. A meal will make me feel better.

F-Forgive me, Your Highness. Have I done something wrong?

Princess Mia, Your Highness, is something the matter?

Wasn't he...

I do believe this is the head chef I fired.

I suppose it was two years from now...

He would always serve vegetables I disliked, so one day I...

You're fired!

Is there... some problem?

No, all is well.

In that case, allow me to serve your meal before it gets cold.

Are these...

I am fully aware you dislike them, Your Highness.

But to ensure good nutritional balance, I—

Oh, how I have missed this.

Huh?

I can't handle the tart flavor of Yellow Moon tomatoes.

But somehow these seem...

Chef!

Y-Yes?

Tell me, what is this dish?

Yellow Moon tomato stew, Your Highness.

Really?

These... These are Yellow Moon tomatoes?

The food I hated so much?

How delicious!

Y-Your Highness?

Wh-Wh-Wh-What is the matter, Your Highness?

Can bread...

really be this soft?

Is there some problem with my cooking?

Not at all. I was moved.

You prepared such a delicious meal for me.

I appreciate the work you've done, chef.

What?

Our highly self-centered princess spoke words of appreciation!

Do you think something might be wrong with her?

You h-h-humble me!

B-But today's stew merely made use of the flavor of the ingredients.

I do not deserve any of the credit.

You don't?

For example, if you neglect to simmer Yellow Moon tomatoes,

then they taste underripe and quite astringent.

But if you simmer them for three days, then their naturally refreshing acidity

and their hidden sweetness come to the forefront.

Anyone can make it if they but take care with the amount of heat.

Goodness. Three entire days?

But if it takes so much time, you needn't go to such trouble.

Ah, but Princess Mia, that would affect your health.

Maintaining the royal family's good health is part of our duties.

Of course, what I served today

was a high-quality meal worth what commoners would earn in a month.

So it may simply be an issue of cost.

Oh? I don't have a sense of what a commoner would earn—

Do you know how much is spent on the royal family's meals?

Oh.

Huh?

Whose snide voice was it that I remembered hearing?

When one needs to think, nothing beats sweets.

You there, maid. Bring me something sweet.

Yes, Your Highness.

Ah, what a lovely fragrance.

Wh-Why that's...

c-c-cake!

It has been far too long since I've had cake!

Please forgive the wait, Y—

Good gracious!

Your Highness, I am terribly sorry.

Are you unharmed?

Y-Yes. I am quite all right. Thank you.