The Economics of Prophecy

In the spring sun, heavily royal palace gates are wide open. In the center of the square within the castle gate is set a staircase seat, guarded by a knight with silver armor. At the top of the staircase is a scarlet fur with embroidery of gold thread, a purple blue carpet on the silver thread for the second step and a rugged blue cloth for the third step. Twelve chairs awaited attendees per step.

On the busiest day of Wang Du's life, that brilliant visualization of the structure of this country...

"You're such a naughty chick."

I snapped unexpectedly among the people gathered in front of the gate. It doesn't resemble the beauty of our hometown tradition. The artisan-style man next door makes a decent face. That's right, chicks don't have words in this world.

On the first day of January, if the original world lived until fifteen years ago, it would be New Year's Day. Spring, however, is the season. About the border between March and April in Japan. It is an event to pray for this year's abundance, but in Wang Du, where there are no agricultural workers, it makes strong sense to live a new year.

The prosperity of the King's capital, which reaches 200,000 inhabitants, is splendid given the level of civilization.

A stable climate and a flat national territory, with the condition that the last external war was fifty years ago, make up a rich agricultural country, Crown Height. As far as the records are concerned, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions have never occurred either. Furthermore, the last decade has been uninterrupted. It is also logical that citizens' faces would be bright if the most important food and safety were ensured.

Therefore, the rigid political system of this country, that is, the chick in front of it, does not even shake small. The identities of royalty, nobility and civilians are almost fixed, and there is also a sequence within them. The feeling of living to mid-twenty cars in modern Japan is not cramped. It was conservative in one way or another in my previous life, because I say so, for sure.

What you're trying to say is that I was reincarnated into the son of a zero merchant, and when I tried to do things with my previous life's knowledge, I was met with inconvenience and irrationality. It's too tight for me to take care of my preservation more than anyone else.

Give up a hundred steps, it's good that the rule is stable. I have a passing score in that I keep order. Because knowledge and technology are based on people, there is only a certain degree of emphasis on geological lineage.

But at the very least, no, that is why economic activity should be carried out with a little more flexibility. Because merchants have a role to play in taking risks.

Connect producers and consumers to achieve stable prices and supplies. To this end, it acts as a buffer in the form of inventory. In addition, new commodities and markets are developed to diversify wealth flows.

Take risks for stability, that's the role of commerce. Otherwise, if a merchant who makes nothing sucks, he has no reason to gain more wealth than a small lord.

And we must be able to move flexibly and quickly to take on the risks. But there are those who interrupt all of that on the grounds of precedent and sequence. To make me cry, it's the merchant's mutual aid club commercial guild.

It is the big merchants that bind each commercial guild that are starting to fill the seats at the bottom and dress in expensive fabrics. A collared outfit, made of a velvety cloth, is like nobility. In fact, they have a one-generation honorary title. It is the king who appoints, and the nominee is a great nobleman who has rights in each guild. Of course, when the chamber of commerce takes its place, it's almost hereditary because my son will be given a new one.

I glanced at Drefano's heartbeat sitting in the middle of the lower section. He is the head of the food guild and deals with many fine ingredients for nobility as well as cereals. He's the man who harassed my Vinder Chamber of Commerce for as long as he can think of new honey. If you were overwhelmed with capital or lost with propaganda and sales skills, or connections to nobility, you can also put up with it. Because that's strength and credibility as a merchant in a way. But I will not allow you to use it as a disobedience to the nobility if you defy the Alliance Commander.

I won't let that happen. I'm not wrong, I'm not forgiven, I'm not forgiven. I respect commercial enemies, but I don't condone political enemies. It doesn't make me howl at losers right now.

The seat of nobility, which is not provisional in the second step, is filled. I was surprised by the person who sat at the center right of it. A woman, and she's about in her mid-twenties. Next door is the Duke, who has been Prime Minister for the past decade or so, so that means the aristocratic head of the equivalent sequence.

The top section was buried while I was working on a list of names of people in my brain. A king sits on the throne. There is also a considerable increase in the number of people around us when they realize it. When this farce is over, you'll be looking for a kamikaze to behave.

The king gave him something, and the prime minister pushed him to spread it. "O people of the kingdom," the words began. The voices you read are well stretched and magnified with demonic props to reach our ears. Meanwhile, the content has no interesting shards. In short, "Last year was an abundance with God's blessing" is all. The East is rich, to be precise, and the West is normal, though.

Wouldn't you like to have some originality or play? As he gave a yawn, he looked over the stage once more and noticed an empty seat. A chair placed a short distance from the royal family is so simple that it doesn't seem like the top tier one.

Speaking of which, I don't have a girlfriend who should be there. Alfina Crownheight, a classmate who has just exchanged words a few times in college. Was it about the Fourth Princess? Even though I say fourth, I do feel that it was a job to add some hua to the farce in these places. My reading of the Chancellor ended when I was chilling.

As I waited for it, a priestly coat girl appeared. Undecorated purple coats are so plain that they are likely to be erased at the top, covered in beautiful gems and luxurious embroidery. But that, in turn, adds to the girl's clarity.

Glossy blue and silver hair in the distance. A neat face while remaining young. The assertion of irregularities is scarce, but the lines of a slurred body. It's like a figure titled Virgin made a move, no, it's more beautiful than that. Much cuter than a princess dressed in a dress, second or third.

"The Prophecy of the Year will be told by the Witch Princess Alfina"

Alfina stood up in a remote seat. You mean the priest, the one who runs away from home, just in form? Nevertheless, prophecy is an excellent farce. There is no total denial in this magical world, but this would be a mere ritual. It's the same as the earlier words and it doesn't change from year to year. If the king's word is "last year was a good year," the prophecy is just "this will be a good year".

Or if it's really prophecy, you can't publish it. What if the country dies or a war breaks out?

"The earth will also bring us numerous graces this year. Especially in the West..."

The clear girl's voice echoes the venue. Folk gaze concentrates on a beautiful 15-year-old girl. It draws a lot more attention than the Chancellor's readings. It's a painting when service is a beautiful girl. The people are more honest than the greats of the chicks.

What you're saying is prophetically vague, but in short, the East harvests as usual and the West is abundant. The citizens are going to boost the atmosphere. It's a bright future that noble beautiful girls tell you on festive days, I know it's exciting. Of course, I'm not willing to do business on this kind of thing.

Stirred up hope for a bright year with no problems, and Alfina stopped the words. The people stood up to cheer. Once the event is over and the castle gates are closed, it is the beginning of a festival between civilians. I'm not interested in the performance of this hand, but would you like to give a round of applause to a classmate who played a role? It was an extra favor, but I've had it covered once.

When I put my hands together, she pointed straight ahead at the eyes that were lowering her heart.

"Listen to me."

Unlike earlier, a desperate voice echoed the venue.

"The crystal also tells of another future. …… this year a greater disaster will strike this country than the West"

I looked left and right as the people were bewildered. Some of them clap ahead, stopping their hands awkwardly. Alfina pulled her lips together and looked straight at the folk confused by her words. As silently asserting that the word is true.

"Oh, come on, are you okay"

I can't read the air, and I heard the place harden. The nobility of the chicks is clearly upset. Nobles with pulled faces. The queen and the prince stare bitterly at her. The king stands on the boulder, but the smile of the earlier smile is like a noble face.

Whatever the religious significance, no, that's why the words of the officially spoken witch princess can't be checked beforehand.

This means that her statement is not on schedule. My classmates, who are out of reach, endure the gaze of gathering themselves by holding their hands in front of their chests as they pray.

"It's a disaster," "the West..." the people's stigmatization grows. It's obvious because I was suddenly hit with an ominous word with zero specificity.

Anyway, if you think it's a farce from the start, like me, all the more so if it's a superstitious masses. Keep it up, the noise will get louder and louder.

A dressed vigilante approaches Alfina. The Chancellor rises. An example female aristocrat heads toward Alfina. The girl, who showed her methods to resist, took her seat as the lady nobleman gave up when she called out something.

"Assuming a disaster comes, the kingdom will beat it and preserve peace and prosperity. As before."

The man on the chick floor applauds the Prime Minister's remarks loudly. A voice called "Kingdom Banzai" rises from the knights around the altar. Parallax and applause began to arise from the masses in front of the castle gate. Behavioral bottles are brought out of the venue. The applause grows louder as it cheered and blew out.

In some chaotic atmosphere, the castle gate closes to seal off the troubles. From the gap in the gate, I could see Alfina, who dropped her shoulder, accompanied by a female nobleman down the steps.

I think of her in college. Classy, serene, and so modest an attitude I don't think royal. Farthest from the word stand play. Why did she smash the New Year's life air like that......

"Well, it's none of my business. Go back to the store."

I turned my back on the citizens flocking to booze. I care about the word "western," but I can't help but deal with something vague about prophecy. Sons of the Zero Chamber of Commerce who fly if blown have a lot of Alliance pressure and other real threats. I don't have time for every ”festival” of cloudmen.