Reincarnated Princess Wishes To Avoid Death-Novel

Princesses Sisters vs. King Yuhal

“Greetings, father. It has been awhile.”

Rania let out a sigh of relief when her sister showed up, because it was her sister who had asked her to come.

Arshia had originally planned to skip her return this summer. Her job as a teacher at Saint Mia Academy kept her very busy, and Mia had also given her a very important task: study on selective breeding to improve wheat strains. The Thanksharvest Festival was a big deal in Perujin, but Rania could dance at the event. She thought she’d let her little sister take care of things this year, so she wrote a letter saying she wouldn’t be coming home. What she got back was a surprise.

“Ah, you’ve come home. I’m so glad. I see you’re doing well,” Yuhal said, shocked. “But you didn’t let us know you wouldn’t be able to come back?”

“Yes, but I need to talk to you about something, so I came back.”

“You need to talk to me, you say?”

Rania ignored her father’s scolding look and put a piece of fruit in her mouth as if she didn’t know what was going on. Also, she didn’t think she did anything wrong.

Now, though, she could see very clearly what he had been trying to do. He had made her angry on purpose so she could hear what Mia really thought. So, Mia had made her position very clear, leaving no room for question in Rania’s mind.

“I’ve been teaching agriculture to children at Princess Mia’s academy, father.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“You’ve heard? Then, have you heard that she told me to find out how to grow wheat that can withstand cold?”

“Wheat… that can withstand the cold weather?”

Yuhal stepped back, looking as confused as all the other Perujin there. Even Shalloak just stood there staring.

Arshia gave a deep bow and then turned to Mia.

“Princess Mia, I’m sorry to ask after the fact, but is it okay for me to tell my father about my research?”

The way her sister went out of her way to ask a strange question reminded Rania so much of the scene she was thinking about that she made the connection without even thinking about it.

Arshia already knew what Mia wanted. She knew what made her want to work on making wheat that could withstand the cold. She even knew what she was going to do with the information she learned.

Wheat that can withstand in cold… If something like this exists, it would be a very powerful weapon to have during cold-damaged crop-caused famines. While other countries had trouble getting crops to grow, the one with this strain would have normal amounts. So, knowing about this would usually be a secret, and it was definitely not something that should be talked about in a place like this.

At least, that’s what Perujin common sense said.

“Why wouldn’t that be okay?”

Mia raised an eyebrow, even though her calm response was completely out of place given that very sensitive information about Tearmoon’s national interest had just been revealed. She was so calm that it almost looked like she didn’t realize how serious what had just happened was. After making sure Yuhal could see Mia’s confused face, Arshia continued.

“With the help of my students at the school, I’ve been looking into wheat strains that can grow in the cold. Every step we take toward ending hunger in the world brings me closer to my childhood dream. I believe it’s very important work.”

“Nonsense… Wheat that can grow in cold temperatures? There’s no way something like that could exist.”

“That’s a strange thing to say,” Mia said, jumping into the conversation. “Cold-resistant wheat definitely exists, and Arshia and Cyril will find a way to grow it.”

She said this with conviction, no, confidence, as if she knew what would happen in the future. It showed that they had a lot of faith in Arshia’s skills. Yuhal felt embarrassed when he found out that a Tearmoon princess seemed to trust his daughter more than he did.

“But no matter what, it only helps Tearmoon. Yes, it is true that people will buy cold-resistant wheat to stay alive if it is made. There will be a lot of demand, and since Tearmoon is the only country with that wheat, it will be easy for them to get all of the profits.”

“Princess Mia plans to teach all of the neighboring countries about the wheat.” Arshia answered her father’s point right away. “What will it take to make you see that what she is doing is for the best? Why do you think she is letting me do all the talking?”

“Arshia is right.” Rania said.

She stood up, understanding that if there was ever a time to talk about what Mia had done for her, it was now.

“Princess Mia was an enlightening presence for me, too. She told me that once Arshia gets the wheat to grow, I should help get the word out about it all over the continent. When I was trying to figure out what to do with my life, she showed me how to move forward in a worthwhile way.”

Rania could still see the bright path in her mind. It was a path she could be proud of taking because it led to a better life. Above it, the light of the Great Wisdom of the Empire shone, which would always be a guide for her.

“Why would—that’s stupid… Even if it were possible to make wheat that doesn’t freeze, no leader would just give that knowledge to other countries. It matters too much… Impossible…”

Yuhal’s goal had always been to make Perujin rich through farming, so this didn’t make sense to him. The Perujin’s knowledge of farming was worth a lot; it was both their prize and their weapon. He couldn’t believe that Tearmoon would be willing to give away something so important.

“If necessary, she can take the results of her research back to Perujin,” said Mia. “After all, Arshia is a Perujin Princess. If she finds something useful in Tearmoon, it would make sense for her to want to use it in the farming in her own country. “

Her smile was relaxed. Compassionate almost.

“This is just an idea for now, but if you don’t mind, I’d also like to borrow some Perujin land and grow wheat that can withstand cold weather. Working together on this research project will be good for both of our countries, in my opinion.”

At this point, even Yuhal had to admit that Mia was serious about making sure that people didn’t go hungry—not just her own people, but people from all the nearby countries as well.

But Rania’s hope would not come true.

“If you really are a princess who cares about everyone, then why? Why do you keep silent? Why do you let Tearmoon treat Perujin the way it does? Is it because you really want us to stay the way we are, as slaves to your empire?” asked the King of Perujin, whose voice was shaky as he spoke through clenched teeth.