The Economics of Prophecy

"It seemed to me. I see people running away on these flowers."

All I could see was desperation on the beautiful face I gave away. I was stunned. What the hell is this about?

"I'm sorry. I'm not sure what Alfina means."

"What!? Um, so... aren't you going to tell me about the prophecy?

"Prophecy, is it?

The princess looks at me with her confused eyes. Those eyes would have me pictured just as baffled. Confusion grows deeper and deeper over the abruptly popping prophecy. No, I know what prophecy means. It must be that New Year's festival prophecy more than Alfina has to say.

There's nothing I can teach you. Below the average person in this world, such as my knowledge of religious rituals. That's as much as I thought it would be for the New Year's lottery.

"I'm sorry. I still don't have the heart to help."

"But the flowers!

My sense of privacy is irritating. The alarm goes off in my heart. What the hell are you getting into?

I am not a princess in the courtyard who was isolated but rin. Under the unreliable lights, a classmate girl is right in front of me, looking at me with her gaze.

"Prophecy, is that the prophecy that Alfina was told at the New Year's Festival?"

"Yes."

"The flower of the tree is the pressed flower of the renge."

"Yes."

"You say that flower involves prophecy?

"Yes. Um, isn't that a signal to me..."

"No, Renge flowers are blooming in our business destination village. I haven't blossomed this year, but it's a reminder that I had the embossed one on hand."

Once upon a time, the children of the village made it for me.

".................. but getting close to me in that situation............"

"Master Alfina has been covered by Drefano and Lord Rowan. I don't think there was any benefit in reaching out to me in that situation."

Special, we're each other, so let's just say we're sorry. I don't have the skills to sensibly grasp the weight of a relationship's interests.

"So, then, really try to comfort me..."

Alfina got a crying smiley look. Guh, I rolled in a strange direction. How do I answer that?

"Senior, what's this?

A third confusion sounded to us when it hardened. I looked back in a hurry, and there was Meer there looking at me with cold eyes.

"Then Master Alfina hasn't been summoned to the seniors."

"Meer, Master Alfina was just trying to serve as a witch princess."

After listening to me and Alfina explain, Meer said. On behalf of Alfina, who turned bright red, I waved my hands and tried to speak for myself.

"So what did the seniors expect to say to Alfina's invitation?"

"Yes, no, that's..."

Meer turned a cold eye on me this time. Cold sweat flows through my back. No, even you would think I'd go crazy if I said, "I think the princess called me to an unpopular place in secret, so I'm coming."

"The gift of the seniors involves the prophecy of Alfina's calamity."

After looking at us alternately and sighing, Meer got back to business.

"Oh, yeah, I was. I'd like you to tell me more about where these flowers are blooming."

Alfina put the chrysalis on the table with the chrysalis on the table. There are five lines of red-purple flowers that are unreliable.

Those who have been chosen as princesses of the witch shall be taken to one of the chambers of the diocese from four days before the New Year's Festival until the day before. In that place, called between prophecies, when you touch a crystal, a demonic prop, an image comes to mind. Over three days, the image gradually becomes clearer. He said it was useful to report the last image he saw as a prophecy.

And that's where he said what he saw was a large number of villagers trampling and fleeing the red and purple flowers.

By the way, he can't see the disaster itself, and he just feels that the West is the general direction in which the image comes. Sounds prophetic, an exquisite pity addition and subtraction.

"The first thing I saw was the same richly fruitful wheat fields as last year. His Majesty said we should only talk about it."

Alfina said sadly. Meer looks at me. Again, he published his prophecy against the king's will. There is a corresponding, nasty risk to getting involved in this. As soon as I want to get out of here.

But there are two reasons why we can't do that.

The first is in Vinder's interest, not mine. In case the prophecy is true and the center of the disaster was near that village, Vinder takes tremendous damage. All of the hard-earned beekeeping is lost. And another thing, for Meer, that village is her birthplace.

But in the first place...

"I will do anything I can to thank you. Of course, no one will ever hear from you."

He understands putting this one at risk. Sure, she summoned me so no one would know. I'm doing the right thing, so the arrogance that people around me should cooperate unconditionally, one of my most hated things, but I don't see it there.

She opened her mouth knowing her position would be in jeopardy. They took risks to play a role that nobody wanted and was pushed into. It doesn't seem like a stand-up created by a neglected position.

At least he says what he thinks is true. Believe that......, let's judge.

What if it is? It is easiest to leave this place in response only to what has been asked. Not much worth it, but I can sell my thanks to the princess. Is it a risk that the village attracts attention?

My sleeve was pulled under the table. I know, if we don't make up our minds soon, we're going in worse and worse directions. I make a decision.

"Okay. I'll tell you where the renge is blooming. But can I ask you one question?

"Yes. Ask me anything."

Hmm? Now................... No, no, it's not. This princess's brain is too flower garden. Not enough to ask for my help at all.

"What do you do after I tell you where it is?

"Of course, I call on the villagers to evacuate"

Alfina replied naturally.

"Who, and how?

"What! That I..."

"How are you going to convince me to abandon a field near harvest and run away?

"Well, that's because the place is dangerous..."

"How dangerous is it?

"It's a disaster..."

"What kind of disaster?

"Well, I don't know about that..."

Alfina's voice keeps getting smaller.

"Let's change the question. Even when it comes to evacuation, how far should I flee, and for how long? How will food and dwellings be prepared in the meantime?

…………

Alfina finally shuts her mouth to my question. My leg got kicked under the table. No, so I don't really think about it, so it just got a little rough.

"Cohon. It will be a state-led plan, including the release of food reserves and the cooperation of local lords and knights."

Alfina must persuade the king. But the only ingredient so far is the vague image she sees. If prophecy had been weighed down, this would not have happened in the first place. It means that no nation moves in vague prophecies in any other world. And I think I should, too.

I didn't tell you. It is also important to talk about who takes responsibility when no disaster occurs. That first candidate is in front of me...... No, I'm worried about someone else's protection. I can't afford it.

"It's only logical that the ambiguous image of Master Alfina doesn't move the country."

"No, I..."

Alfina keeps her mouth shut trying to say something. I got up. I see with an eye of reproach what Meer is doing. I know, as long as I say this, I should have just answered the questions and left here appropriately.

"It's not like we just don't have a hand in making vague prophecies clear."

I took the maps and drawings from the bookshelf and went back to my seat. Alfina was surprised that I was back and Meer sighed again. You have no choice, you have to cooperate more than I've said so far. Prophecy is a good place to go, but I remember the steps to process it if I see it as one piece of information.

Besides, apart from how far we can work together, we should draw a little more information. In case the prophecy is true, then that village and Project Renge are over. I can also pull out information and deal with the rest here.

What begins and Alfina's eyes pour into the map and drawings. But when I avoided it by the table, I looked straight at the witch of the prophecy. The most important thing is primary information. In this case, the image of the disaster seen by Alfina.

............... Although subjective images are too contradictory to be primary information.

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

"Yes, sir"

Alfina nodded with a serious face.

"It's a flower in the image that Master Alfina sees, but is there any mistake in Renge? What do you mean another flower that looks a lot like that? Oh, you can't confirm that. Be as specific as you can and say the colours and shapes of the flowers in your image"

"... I'm sorry. I don't know that much detail in the image that came to mind. The color was definitely red and purple. The shape of the petals is not in the form of flowers as grown in the gardens of the king's capital, but, uh, like the wheels of a carriage..."

Alfina said as she glanced over at the flickering I get easily repainted with human images, etc. Even if you don't intend to fool the other person, it can be as much as saying the exact opposite answer in the way the question is asked.

The characteristics fit. The usefulness of mackerel plants is not known in this world. From the experience I've been looking around for, I find the princess's words to be highly credible.

The next step is to verify from a different angle.

"So what were the runaway people wearing? I think it was a different outfit than Wang Du's."

The princess closed her eyes in silence.

"............... all the women had bands on their hips. It was a wide band I had never seen in the Wang capital. The band contained a straight line pattern. I think it was a jade line in a light onion band."

It should be called a boulder, or a woman's outfit seems more memorable. I saw Meena. She nodded unacceptably. By the way, that line is not a pattern. Because the women of the village don't have the luxury of putting together patterned cloths. Women in that area tighten their thin strings on the bands of the spread. The combination of colors is unmarried and different, shallow and blue is unmarried women's combination.

"Were there any other buildings that represented the characteristics of the land?

"... you may have seen something like a water wheel near the village"

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Me and Meer looked up. I guess Alfina doesn't think waterwheels and other rarities. But in this country where wood is precious, it's rare to have a water wheel in a small village. Distribution of ranges and people's outfits, and water wheels. There exists an area where those three coexist, which is limited to one point.

Either way, we set up a small water truck in the village to recover honey efficiently from the hive. I spread out the drawings.

"This is the belt I asked you earlier, but in fact, in something like this..."

"... this is it!

Next, expand the map. Fingering the plains near the mountain range, which is the western border.

"Renge is distributed in the area. And the characteristic of the belt that Master Alfina said is limited to the further south of Bergen County in the south of it. There are three villages there..."

I'll narrow down the area. And my finger pointed to a point.

"... one of them, Leiria, has a water wheel. So......................... A. Dear Alfina"

White palms overlapped my hand holding the map. When I looked at Alfina in surprise, I was stared at with tears.

"It's amazing. It was nice talking to you. You take my word for it."

There was strength in Alfina's hand. Between the fingers that were spreading, white, thin fingers penetrated. You were nervous, your temperate hingy palms feel good. And the areas in contact gradually warm up with each other's heat.

"Cohon. I think Master Alfina misunderstands the seniors. Seniors are sweet, but they don't believe in people."

What character breaker. I'm just a realist, believing that I'm the only one who can move.... Damn, is that a hit?

"... right. What I'm doing now is not because I believed in the prophecy of disaster, but a step to verify whether I believe it or not."

"Verification? No, but you're the first person who's listened to me properly. I still want to thank you..............."

"Time is limited, so I think we should move on to the next step"

"Oh, yes, I did."

Noticing Meer's gaze, Alfina hurriedly let go of her hand. I caught my hand reflexively, too. The map tries to close. I reached down and suppressed the page so Meer could lean next to me.

Or hard to do. Let's move on to the next step. Now I pulled the information from the prophecy: location. The next step is to refine the type of disaster based on this information.