Bonus Short Story: Princess Mia... Sows the Seeds (Literally)

"Mr. Ludwig, you have a delivery from Her Highness."

"Ah, thank you."

Ludwig glanced at the package from Mia and frowned.

This month, too?

Ever since Mia had gone to Saint-Noel Academy, she'd been sending back large sums of money on a monthly basis. So far, it totalled almost half of what she'd received as living expenses. There were never any instructions included with the money she sent, so Ludwig took it to mean that she trusted him to put it to good use. He appreciated it; it was never a bad thing to have some extra cash. While it came from taxing the people and therefore wasn't making the Empire any richer, it wasn't tied up by the budget and he could use it however he wished. From providing relief for impoverished areas to bolstering the treasury of the hospital built in Mia's name, there was no shortage of places that needed money.

"Never does a day go by when I'm not deeply grateful for Princess Mia's care and consideration... but are we sure this is okay?"

He couldn't help but wonder. Sure, so long as she was in Saint-Noel, she would never lack for basic necessities. Meals were prepared by the dormitory, so unless she wished to head to town and dine out, there was no need for food money. She already had a room to live in, and teaching materials were all provided by the academy. In terms of simple day-to-day living, there was absolutely no need to spend money in Saint-Noel.

However, Mia was a princess, and there was the issue of image. How she was viewed directly affected the reputation of the Empire. If her lifestyle were to be seen as shabby or unseemly, it would be a disgrace for all of Tearmoon. Therefore, it was necessary for her to host the occasional tea party and invite the princesses from the other kingdoms. She also needed to actively participate in evening balls. The cost of attending events like these might as well be considered foreign diplomacy expenses, and therefore was required spending. It shouldn't normally be possible to save this much money...

"But, I mean, this is Princess Mia we're talking about. I'm sure she's done the calculations and has it all planned out somehow..."

Meanwhile, in a profound betrayal of Ludwig's expectations, Mia was busy saving like a true miser.

"I can't afford to waste any money!"

Without asking, her father — the Emperor — kept sending her tons of money, so she kept diverting considerable portions of it to Ludwig. As for the small amount she held onto, she tried her hardest to avoid spending any of that as well. Oftentimes, in a display of frugality entirely unbefitting her status, her mind would be occupied by thoughts such as I wonder if I can survive all next month on the money from this month?

Day after day, Mia wracked her brains trying to figure out ways to save money without damaging the Empire's reputation, perpetually walking that fine line between frugality and humiliation. It was a feat impossible for mere commoners like Anne. Only true masters like the Great Sage of the Empire had the skill and wisdom to find that delicate balance.

The latest event to trouble Mia was the very thing Ludwig had himself considered: a tea party between princesses. For parties like these, it was obviously expected that the host would foot the whole bill. From purchasing expensive teas to preparing tantalizing snacks, all the expenses were the host's responsibility. Guests, of course, had to bring small gifts as well, but those were cheap enough that she didn't mind doing that while attending the soirees of others. In fact, she eagerly accepted invitations to parties and was perfectly happy to bring a present with her. She couldn't soley go to other people's parties, though. At some point, she had to host an elaborate tea party of her own to display the wealth and power of the Empire to her peers. And therein lay the problem...

"What should I do..."

That day, Mia was rolling around in bed and idly scanning the notes Anne had left for her. She flipped onto her stomach, kicking at the bed and scowling at the note.

"I honestly have no idea what I should do about this..."

Scribbled across the paper were the costs involved in the tea party she'd attended the other day, with Anne's help, they'd calculated and written them down. During the party, she'd gone around asking things like, "This tea is wonderful. What kind of leaves did you use?" and "These sweets are delicious. I'd like to have my father send me some later. Where did you order them from?" to inconspicuously extract information. When she tallied all the costs up...

"This is almost three-quarters of my monthly allowance... Isn't this a little too much to be spending on reputation alone?"

Being the princess of a very wealthy empire, a tea party that chewed through three-quarters of her monthly allowance in one go was nothing to sneeze at. That kind of spending was definitely excessive. She'd been surprised to learn that such parties were not uncommon in the academy. Slowly, it dawned on her that tea parties in Saint-Noel were not mere entertainment... They were battlefields where the pride and prestige of various kingdoms clashed. Hidden behind the delicate smiles of princesses and the daughters of nobles were egos honed to a razor-sharp point, which they wielded with deadly skill in an invisible melee of power, wealth, and fame. What would happen if Mia were to join the fray?

All that money I worked so hard to save is going to disappear in the blink of an eye!

The most dire casualty would undoubtedly be her wallet. For example, suppose Mia used a whole month's worth of her allowance to host a tea party. In that case, one of her princess guests who was too competitive for her own good would probably try to outdo her and host another one that cost two months' allowance. After that, in order to maintain the Empire's image, Mia would have to up the ante even more.

There'd be no end to it.

Spurred on by the unchecked egos of princesses, there would be rampant inflation of expenditures. Ultimately, it would be the same as an arms race, except instead of the number of warhorses or experienced soldiers, it would be the quality of utensils and cost of tea leaves and sweets.

"I need to uphold the Empire's reputation while distancing myself from such pointless competition. Hmm... This will require some sort of paradigm shift, but how..." she muttered to herself, still in bed.

Just then, Anne appeared at the door.

"Excuse me, milady. A messenger from Miss Rafina has arrived with an invitation to her tea party."

"From Miss Rafina, you say..." answered Mia glancing listlessly in Anne's direction.

Tea with Rafina was not something Mia was looking forward to, but all things considered, it was also not an invitation she could easily refuse.

"So be it. Into enemy territory I go, then. I'll consider it reconnaissance," she said, figuring she might as well make use of the opportunity. She'd been thinking about tea parties, after all, and the offer tickled her curiosity. With her mind made up, she lazily wiggled out of her clothes and changed into a dress. The fact that she'd been in her pajamas until noon was a secret known only to Anne.

"Welcome, Princess Mia. By the way, do you mind if I just called you Mia?"

"Oh, not at all. Call me whatever you want!" said Mia with a slightly overenthusiastic smile.

The tea party took place in a garden on the outskirts of the school grounds. Commonly referred to as the Secret Garden, it was said to be accessible only to those who were invited by Rafina. Ever since she first attended Saint-Noel in the previous timeline, Mia had wanted to come take a look, but this was the first time she had ever set foot inside. As soon as she entered, a floral aroma filled her nose.

What a wonderful place. Even the Whitemoon Palace back home doesn't have a garden like this, she thought, enchanted by the sweet smell that surrounded her.

Pinkish-red flowers filled her view. Known as "princess roses," they were a rare breed that had a strong, elegant fragrance and were notoriously difficult to grow.

"What do you think? Do you like them?"

Sitting at a table in the center of the garden was Rafina, her smile every bit as lovely as the flowers around her. Mia turned toward her and curtsied.

"I'm terribly honored to have been invited to this tea party, Rafina," said Mia, smiling back. As she looked around, however, the smile froze on her face. "Um... Where might the other guests be?"

"You're my only guest today, Mia."

"...Huh?"

Her lips quivered a little, and she felt cold sweat begin to drip down her back. Trying very hard to maintain her smile, she asked, "I-I'm the only one?"

"Yes. We just became friends the other day, didn't we? I've been meaning to sit down with you ever since. Now that you're here today, we can have a good talk and really get to know one another."

Rafina continued to smile, striking absolute terror into the core of Mia's chicken-hearted soul.

After Mia had settled nervously into her seat, a maid appeared with their tea.

"Is Miss Anne not with you today?"

"O-Oh, um, no, because I thought there would be other people here."

In general, she didn't bring Anne to tea parties. The one time she'd done so, the noble girl who'd hosted the party had spent the whole afternoon staring at Anne in a way that constantly reminded her that she didn't belong. Rafina's expression turned solemn, and she gave an understanding nod.

"I see. I apologize for not making that clear earlier. It's certainly true that no one appreciates having someone they trust being treated with hostility." Then she smiled again and continued, her voice growing melodious with excitement. "But this means I have you all to myself, Mia. Oh, there's so much to talk about. This is going to be so much fun."

M-M-Moons have mercy! Alone? With her? I might as well serve her my head on a silver platter!

She swallowed in an attempt to contain her panic. As she forced herself to keep faking a smile, her gaze fell on the table before her where a teacup rested.

Hm, this cup... was made in Belluga. And it wasn't cheap, either.

There was a glimmer in her eye. She'd remembered her mission. It was reconnaissance time. Next, she turned her attention toward the tea in the cup, only to pause at its color.

It's... pink?

"I do hope it will suit your tastes..." said Rafina, gesturing for her to give it a try.

She brought the cup to her lips and took a sip. A pleasant warmth filled the inside of her mouth and rose up through her nose, bringing with it a pleasing aroma that mixed the freshness of herbs with the sweetness of flowers.

"My... This is delicious."

Before she knew it, the words had slipped from her mouth. Her honest compliment made Rafina beam.

"That's wonderful to hear."

"It has such an unusual fragrance. What kind of tea leaves did you use to make this?"

Upon hearing her question, Rafina's lips curled into a knowing grin.

"It's an original herbal tea made from a blend of herbs and flowers. In fact, you might find one of the aromas in the blend rather familiar..." she said as she looked around.

As Mia followed her line of sight around the garden, it suddenly occurred to her.

"The smell of flowers... Was it... the ones in this garden?"

"Correct. You're very good with smells, Mia." Rafina giggled before gently cradling one of the flowers in her hands. "These little darlings are mine, actually. I've been tending to them myself."

"My, is that so? I didn't know gardening was a hobby of yours, Miss Rafina."

"It most certainly is. Not just flowers, either. I'm growing all sorts of herbs and even some fruits. Whenever I host a tea party, I bring them for my guests."

"I see, you tend them personally..."

Just then, Mia had a flash of divine inspiration.

Th-That's it! If Miss Rafina has an interest in gardening, then I just have to show an interest too!

The act of treating guests to teas infused with flowers that one had grown oneself could arguably be seen as forcing one's interests on others. In Rafina's case, it was fine because her products were of high enough quality to be considered a treat for her guests. It was entirely possible, however, for someone else to serve tea infused with herbs of questionable quality or produce a cake made with malformed fruits. In those cases, it would hardly be a treat for the guests. If that someone else was her, however...

Though it would be a display of supreme arrogance, it would not damage the reputation of Tearmoon. If anything, it would be an attitude befitting the princess of a powerful empire.

They'll probably call me egotistical, but at least they won't call me stingy. What a brilliant idea, if I do say so myself!

"The fruits, I can preserve with sugar and use in cakes. I sometimes squeeze the juice out instead and serve the dry meaty portion with tea. All in all, I just enjoy growing and taking care of plants."

"What a wonderful hobby you have," said Mia, nodding along with a smile that showed a little too much tooth to be entirely sincere.

The next day, Mia started looking into herbs right away. Fortunately, Saint-Noel was home to the largest collection of knowledge on the continent. There was an abundance of books about botany, and she found the ones she needed immediately. With this information at her fingertips, she flipped a book open and delved into its pages. She learned about herbs and flowers used in teas as well as fruits used in cakes, but that was not all. From edible grasses to tasty fungi, the books were filled with all sorts of valuable information.

"There's so much to this, and it's all so fascinating..." she mused some time later.

When she'd been on the run from the revolutionary army, hunger had been a constant source of suffering. Being able to forage for food in the forest would have been a godsend.

"I thought about trying to catch fish or hunt hares, but I figured it was all too hard. It never occured to me to consider wild grasses, though..."

The face of the head chef in the capital city appeared in her mind.

"Perhaps I'll pay him a visit when I go back for the summer... He was very good at cooking ambermoon tomatoes, so maybe he'll know how to make wild grasses taste good as well."

As she kept reading, she happened upon a piece of information that impressed her even more.

"Indefinite propagation of sickle moon radishes?! If something like this was possible, then wouldn't it solve all famine for good? I definitely need to look into this!"

"Hm... It should be somewhere around here..."

Three days later, under orders from Mia, Anne made her way into town. The island on which the academy stood was home to all sorts of people and businesses, but everything revolved around Saint-Noel. Stores and stalls existed primarily to serve the needs of students, with only a small subset for academy staff and the store owners themselves. The academy was at the center of every local industry, making the whole island effectively a college town. The island was, therefore, devoid of the kind of people who might be referred to as farmers. Vegetables and fruits were all ferried in from the outside, so there was no need for any local agriculture. However, gardening was a surprisingly popular hobby amongst nobles. The academy even had a gardening club, and there was never any shortage of noble girls eager to profess their love for flowers. With demand came supply, so naturally, the island was home to many stores that sold gardening supplies. They happened to be concentrated in the western district of the town, which was where Anne was headed now.

"I guess Mia decided to take up gardening as a hobby," she mused as she remembered the way Mia excitedly recounted the events of her tea party with Rafina the other day.

It was such a wonderful garden. She said she'd love to have you over as well, so let's go together next time!

"She had such a wide smile on her face." Anne giggled quietly to herself. "Miss Rafina must have rubbed off on her."

As the Great Sage of the Empire, Mia was wise beyond her years. The insight and intelligence she displayed rivalled — no, far surpassed — that of most adults. The thought of Mia, wisdom incarnate as she was, acting like any other girl her age and being influenced by a big sister she looked up to brought a fond smile to Anne's face.

"Hm, let's see. These are princess roses, and these are herbs I think. Also... hm?"

She cocked a brow as she regarded the note Mia had handed her.

"Huh... I'm pretty sure this is that thing mom grows at home. I remember eating this..."

The kind of gardening that Anne imagined nobles would partake in involved beautiful flowers, fragrant herbs, and an overall air of elegance. She envisioned a refined hobby that was more art than activity. Mia's list, meanwhile, was quite grounded. It consisted mostly of vegetables. And not just any vegetables; these were hardcore produce — the kind that farmers grew en masse. They were so grounded she could almost smell the soil on them. Demand for such things was so low that Anne wasn't sure if she'd even be able to find them in the store.

"And what's this? A single sickle moon radish? And what's this ceramic-looking thing? Seems like some sort of plate..."

For a moment, scenes of her mother chopping the leafy end of the radish off and soaking it in water resurfaced in her mind. She remembered how her mother used to wait for the leaves to grow back and use them for cooking. It was a little life hack they'd learned from Anne's grandmother.

"Haha, as if. The Great Sage of the Empire wouldn't resort to granny wisdom."

Little did she know that her hunch was dead on.

"There's probably something she needs these for... Something wise and very important..."

Not in her wildest dreams would she have thought that the Great Princess Mia had found a solution to the Empire's mortal woes using exactly that — granny wisdom.

"Milady, the things you ordered have arrived."

"Thank you, Anne. Let's go then."

All the students in Saint-Noel who took part in gardening had small gardens reserved for their use. They were in a pleasant corner of the courtyard that received a generous amount of sunshine.

Dressed in dirt-resistant gardening wear that consisted of a short-sleeved blouse and shorts, Mia eagerly made her way outside. Anne had already laid the equipment she'd ordered out in a row. There was a shovel, a watering pot, pruning shears — all of which were brand new — as well as a variety of seeds.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't find any vegetable seeds in town, and it's pretty expensive to import them."

"I see. I figured as much," said Mia with a nod.

Being able to grow vegetables on her own would have allowed her to use them during not only tea parties but lunch parties as well, so the news was a tad disappointing. She wasn't too frustrated, though. Even she hadn't expected it to be easy to grow vegetables. Her true objective was...

"By the way, Anne, did you manage to find a sickle moon radish?"

"Ah, yes, I got that pretty easily, but... Mmhmhm," Anne said, giggling.

Mia gave her a puzzled look.

"What is it? Is there something funny about sickle moon radishes?"

"Oh, no. It's just that my grandma used to chop the side with the leaves off. You know how you'd normally just eat it? She'd put that part in water instead, and the leaves would start growing," Anne said, sharing the knowledge of her grandmother. "I remembered how I'd laugh and call it 'granny wisdom.' I'm sorry, I don't mean to compare it to what you're going to do, but it just reminded me..."

"I-Is that so..." she said, her cheeks twitching from her forced smile.

The fact that her great Empire-saving discovery was actually widely known among commoners came as a terrible shock, and her mind was reeling.

"So, what are you going to do with this radish, anyway?"

"Huh? U-Uh, well, hm... That's a very good question. As a matter of fact... Oh, right! I'm going to steep it in honey!" she declared, recalling the passage in the book that came right after the part about indefinite propagation.

"In honey? Does that taste good?"

"I don't know if it tastes good, but radishes soaked in moon honey collected by moonbees are apparently a remedy for colds, so I figured I'd try making some..."

Honey-soaked radishes were arguably also a product of that pool of knowledge commonly referred to as granny wisdom, but anyway...

"Milady..." For a long second, Anne stared straight into Mia's eyes. Then her expression changed into one of admiration. "I knew it! You're just full of knowledge!"

Judging by the honest awe brimming from Anne's eyes, her grandmother wasn't quite the fountain of wisdom that she appeared to be. With her face successfully saved, Mia turned back to her garden.

"Now, I need to have these seeds planted... Anne, would you happen to know how?"

"Hm, I believe you're supposed to make a hole in the soil with your finger like this, and..."

Anne crouched down and began poking holes in the soil, dropping some seeds into each one. Mia got down beside her and thrust her finger into the soil as well. For the average noble girl, this would have been an unthinkable act, but Mia the dungeon veteran hardly batted an eye. The sensation of the soil giving way under her finger was strangely pleasant, and she found it rather addictive.

"This is kind of fun, actually. I remember how grandfather used to spend all day poking around in his garden, and I'd wonder what was so great about it..."

Mia's grandfather, the previous Emperor, through some strange coincidence, shared the same hobby as Rafina: princess roses. Just to be clear, pruning flowers and growing them from scratch were not the same activity. The previous Emperor's hobby was the proper sort that befit the aristocratic image, trimming and clipping errant branches and petals to maintain the aesthetics of his garden. It was definitely not what Mia was doing right now: digging through soil with her hands like a kid in a sandbox. Mia, however, was oblivious to this difference and, feeling an intimate connection with her grandfather, decided that her delight was something that simply ran in the blood. After a thoroughly enjoyable experience of seed planting, she realized something and frowned.

"By the way, Anne, where are the princess roses? If I'm not mistaken, the seeds we've been planting are all herbs."

"Ah, right. As a matter of fact, it's apparently really hard to grow that flower from seeds, so I brought this..."

Anne walked to the edge of the garden and brought back a flowerpot that had been sitting there.

"I was told that we should start by trying to get this to flower."

A small flowerless seedling was poking out from the top of the flowerpot. Glossy leaves adorned a thick, green stem that looked ready to support some new buds.

"If we take good care of it, it's supposed to flower in about a year."

"I see. How should we go about taking care of it, then?"

"We have to make sure it gets the right amount of water. Also, it apparently attracts bugs, so we have to watch out for that."

"That's it? Why, that sounds like a cinch!"

Watering it every day was a very simple task, and if bugs came to eat it, she could just move it into her room. That way, the bugs wouldn't be able to get to it anymore.

"I'll bring us some water then."

Mia watched Anne run off to the water station before picking up the potted princess rose.

"Hehehe, this is going to solve all my tea party problems... Easy-peasy."

Cradling the seedling like it was treasure, she looked it over, admiring how strong the stem looked, how lustrous the leaves were, and how the tip of one leaf seemed to be missing...

"My, what's this...?"

Mia had completely misunderstood the meaning of Anne's statement. When she heard it attracts bugs, she'd thought butterflies would be flocking to it for a sip of its nectar or something. She didn't know that oily leaves like these attracted not mature butterflies or moths, but their young — caterpillars. When she idly flipped one of the leaves over and came face to face with a plump little crawler curled up in a ball, her whole body froze. She watched it wriggle, the motion slow and alien and utterly revolting. Then, without warning, it crawled onto her slender finger and, with that awful undulating motion, began making its way up her hand.

"Eeeek!"

The soft skin of her arm immediately broke out into goosebumps.

"Eeeeeek! Ahhhhh! Ah! Ah! S-Someone! A-A-Anne! Yes! Anne! It's time for you to show your loyalty! G-G-Get this bug off me! Eeeeek! It's coming up! It's coming up my arm! Anne! Help me! Anne!"

She was on the verge of tears, but no matter how much she yelled, Anne would not come. Then, an awful realization dawned on her: Anne just went to get water, and the water station was at the back of the building! There was no way she'd hear!

"Eeeeeeek! Anne! Anne!"

Unperturbed by the desperate screams of its host, the caterpillar continued to calmly wriggle up her arm. As Mia watched its bulbous head inch ever closer, she suddenly felt very light, and the whole world spun on its axis before fading away.

"I heard there are flowers that eat bugs," said Mia all of a sudden. A few days had passed since she'd fainted in the garden.

"Huh? Really?"

"Yes. Apparently, when bugs come for its nectar, it just gobbles them up! Like this!" She made a motion with her hands. "If I plant some of those behind the princess roses, maybe they'll eat all the bugs for me?"

"But milady, if it's bugs you're worried about, I can just—"

"No, Anne. That's an awful task and I refuse to have you do it!"

"Milady..."

Anne looked at her with gratitude, moved by the benevolence of her kind master.

I don't want to make Anne do anything disgusting. Plus, I can't have her serving me with hands that touched yucky bugs like those. Ugh, just the thought is creeping me out... If one of them happened to be stuck on her clothes, and she brought it in with her, and it ended up on my bed... Eeeeek!

Her imagination quickly spiralled out of control and became the stuff of nightmares. Fueled by the terrifying thought of creepy crawlies invading her private space, she immediately went to the school library to research carnivorous plants. Once she found the one she wanted, she went looking for the seeds. They were quite rare, but she successfully obtained them after spending some money. What followed, however...

"Did you see the flowers Her Highness is growing?"

"I did! They're so creepy! Apparently, they eat any bugs that go near them... Such dreadful things."

...Was a great deal of infamy. Furthermore, her honey radish experiment also ended up being surprisingly effective against the common cold, which caused an explosion of rumors suggesting that she was actually a witch of some sort. Just when it seemed likely that the Mia Chronicles were about to end with a burning stake instead of a guillotine, a single statement from Rafina put an end to the nonsense.

"It's well-known that the southern kingdoms are home to carnivorous plants, and sickle moon radish steeped in honey is a folk remedy that's been used for generations. As always, the breadth of Princess Mia's knowledge never fails to impress me."

In the end, Mia managed to survive the entire affair in one piece, save for a slight dent in her reputation; under the shadow of moonless nights within the bedchambers of gossipy students, there remained continued whispers of Great Sages and granny wisdom.

Regardless, Mia's herbalism skill went up by one point, and that's what matters! Yay!