The Economics of Prophecy

Seven days had passed since the informal and non-accredited disaster response conference. The sky is clear. A pleasant breeze strokes my skin. I see shaky wheat blue leaves in front of me. The sight of a very ordinary rural area stretches in front of you in the season of switching from spring to summer.

The sight of an impressionist painter wanting to pen is as long as he wants to stretch. But I'm not in the right mood.

"This is the bread field, isn't it?"

said an apprentice cleric lined up next door. There is no sweat on the fair face. Blue and silver hair is slightly removed from the hood. Obviously the worn dark blue piece is wild. But the contents betray its secret efforts at least. Oh, I see, the one who can hold it also makes another attraction when you hide it.

Rather, for the increased friendliness, the gravitational pull that makes me want to reach out unexpectedly...... Will the village daughter look cute in fantasy RPG?

"Please refrain from making that remark, Master Alfina"

France, even in France, whispered to his daughter, who was likely to be involved in the revolution, not the Impressionists.

"Really? More so, Ricardo. I need you to call me Fina."

"It's also too subtle as a pseudonym............ All right, F., Fina."

"Yes, it's Fina"

”Al” Fina smiled nicely. Is Travellers High the one who does it and floats? I heard it in a crude carriage from Bertoldo, but in a fancy carriage from Wang Du to Bertoldo, he never even opened a window.

"And anyway. The first thing I did was include the cause and effect on the village chief... not... I'll say hello."

Four days ago. I got mixed up with the caravan on schedule and headed to Leiria Village. I stayed overnight in Bertoldo just as planned. Rendezvous as planned with the five Jacobs, exclusive adventurers of Vinder. Adventurers are pro on boulders and acting on schedule reassures me.

The next morning, everything was on schedule to welcome the Grand Duke's messenger, a lord, to the Inn.

I don't recognize that power does not bind to the plans of zero merchants, or that there is such a thing. My journey was to be accompanied by one apprentice cleric from the Cathedral of Bertoldo. It's a smiling name to visit the village orphans.

Grand Duchess proposes to let Alfina rest. Apparently the king who wants to keep his adopted daughter away from him about the prophecy admitted it. What's wrong with Claudia, she says her parents are calling her in. She's a useless woman at heart.

I want to curse my judgment for leaving Meer in the king's capital for another investigation.

I tried to tell him to prepare his own carriage because it was full of luggage. I don't know what I got wrong. Jacob moved his stuff on the roof and let the apprentice cleric sit next to me. "If there were, you'd be unemployed, you'd be the worst involved and you'd be on death row," he said.

It's a carriage that's not very spacious thanks to you, two hours with one of the most beautiful girls in college. By the time I got to my destination, I was trying to recover.

"Brother Ricardo. Long time no see."

"Ah, Meer, I'm bringing a woman who's not your sister"

Crossing the square to go to the village chief's house, the children who had gathered began to commit innocent disrespect. Wait, you guys, inadvertent statements and actions can lead to death. At least don't get me involved.

I entered the village chief's house to shake off the noisy children.

"This is Ricardo,,, Cohon. Ricardo."

"Village chief. Long time no see. How's the water wheel?

I responded to the skinny middle-aged man with a full smile. It's a village with little access from the outside. Try to just try to act good.

"Yeah, it's working very well."

"That was good. However, if you put too much strain on it, it reduces your life expectancy, so let it rest once in a while"

"Right. Then let's do it."

Signal me to hide the beekeeping. Introducing Fina as an apprentice cleric. Show them around the village but tell them not to care. Alfina looked like she said something. You want to give me a warning. When I saw the village chief's daughter's belt, it was clouding her face.

Of course, I would suggest that we increase our food reserves. Jacob and the others are in charge of the evacuation, including that. I can only divulge minimal information, so I'm ready.

First, we have to see if the image of Alfina really matches this village.

I led Alfina to the border between the wheat fields and the pasture. Blue wheat fields. Pasture-eating cattle. Slowly spinning water wheels. The surrounding sights remain unchanged and peace itself. The distant woods that wear bright red leaves in the early summer are creepy, but it's a sight for the villagers who live here from birth.

Is there still a bunch of demons in there that are overflowing?

Alfina's leg stopped perfectly. Beautiful face tightened in an instant. You seem to be lying when you smile at the Wrangle of the Road. The witch princess closes her eyes and squeezes her hands cuddly.

"Definitely. The prophecy I saw is this village."

Alfina opened her eyes and said clearly.

I need to regain my temper, too. At the very least, the kingdom needs to be ready to escape the village humans to within the walls of Bertoldo.

But the first thing you need to do is make sure you don't get rid of the village.

"I'll go get the samples"

"A sample is a red leaf tree, isn't it? Are you going into the woods?"

"No, land as close to the red forest as this village has potpouts and..., see"

Alfina looks anxious to see the bright red forest. I pointed to the red trees around the village. Deep rooting will allow you to live even some distance from the demonic vein. It's a big tree because wood is precious in this world but creepy and uncut. He was already wearing red leaves when the village chief noticed, so the tree was old enough.

Incidentally, in this village the demand for fuel is met by peat.

Now, the two bigger ones are west and east. To the west is the renge field. The risk of being informed of beekeeping secrets should be reduced. In the first place, bringing Alfina is not a plan in itself.

I saw Alfina for a while. It's a different and more serious look than when I came to the village. Naturally, I'm not here to see you.

"Mr. Ricardo?

"Ah, yes..."

It was worth bringing her here. It is significant that primary information could be confirmed. If the prophecy is true, she is a meritorious man who tried to save the village............

No, my desire to see the renge flowers came true. In the first place, my brother-in-law should have fulfilled the gift.

"I'll make it that hill tree"

On a low exuberance to say hills, red trees grow. Incidentally, across the hill is a small, indented land with streams flowing through the centre. Maybe it used to be a lake.

Reaching the trunk, I silently invited Alfina to follow me.

"Ricardo, what is it...? Wow!"

Fina grabbed both hands as she prayed and saw the sight under her eyes. Red carpet made of flowers. Renge flower gardens. For me, it's a pile of treasure that produces copper honey that's not a golden egg.

But if you've never been out of a stone enclosed capital, it must be a rare sight. Well, is there anything more smudging in my heart than a western garden in Wang Du in my previous life?

I couldn't help but look away from the side of the face where my year-worthy smile returned. She did her part, so let's get her to sightseeing later.

"... Well, it's hard work"

I snapped as I took the tools out of the leather bag. From the side, it's a T-shaped metal bar. The vertical rod is cavity, with grooves cut on the outside of the tip. The horizontal bar is wrapped with a non-slip cloth.

Face Oki. Push the cylinder against the trunk so as to place the machine gun. Align the angle to who you think is the center. The pointed part of the tip slips slightly into the stiff trunk. Grabbing the horizontal bar of T with both hands, I twisted my arm.

Slowly, slowly, the cylinder plunges into the trunk, along with the sound of curly, curly. Think horizontally and horizontally in your mind. I've never picked an annual wheel in the Economics Department.

My mentor's cliche was "Economics is the physics of individuals, chemistry between people, the biology of a creature called society". Thanks to this, in Semi, he was read a paper called Classics in various fields.

The muscles in my arms began to draw. When I tried to wipe the sweat off my forehead, a white hand wore over my hand from behind.

"I'm sorry. I need to help you, too"

He tells me to whisper in my ear, something heavier than a fork and a thin arm that I never seem to have touched me. Another sweat flows through my back. Really good with clergy clothes that are going to reach the back of my hand. Thick looking fabric, I was wondering if it wasn't hot, but if it was thin, my sweat would have been worse.

Spin your arms carelessly so that you are not aware of your sweet-smelling collaborators. I feel my elbow tip rubbed on the soft one behind me a few times, but it must be my fault. Because a lot is too dangerous if it's not my fault.

"... I think this is enough"

Soon the white line I had applied as a guide had disappeared into the trunk. I guess the help, which didn't make much sense physically, also had quite a mental effect.

"Um, now. What was this all about?

"Watch"

Insert the thin iron rod that was provided into the cylinder. Samples as thick as straw are extruded. Beautiful horizontal stripes line up. Seems to have been able to creep horizontally almost towards the center.

"You have a tree pattern. Is it something special?

Alfina is decent. You know about the existence of the annual wheel. Even in stone culture, there is not no wood per se. Because there are also forests that are not red around isolated mountains that are not mountain ranges between East and West.

"Trees stop growing in winter and grow in summer. The trace of that difference in growth is this stripe. In other words, the thick and thin areas are winter and the white and wide areas are spring to summer. Hifumi......................... This year's share is incomplete, but we can tell a record of fifty years on an annual basis."

In the original world, data on climate change can be obtained by measuring the width of annual wheels and carbon isotopes. The prediction is that there will be a record of magic over here.

"There's such a way... Wow, I'm sure this will do."

"Compliments come after you've done well. Accuracy of data, standardization. Because there are as many walls to clear."

"But Ricardo, I'm sure you'll be fine. It's really amazing. Really."

"I was asked by Fina to give me the knowledge I knew."

Alfina looks at me with pure praise eyes. Overrated. I'm not the one who figured out how to be the original. Besides, I have a good interest in protecting this village.

And it was Alfina who braved herself to tell the prophecy even though she had only the risk. I justify taking risks.

"But you're the only one who listened to me, Ricardo."

"No, it felt like we were wrong about each other, too."

"Yes, you did..."

Alfina gripped cuddly in front of her chest. She stares at the view across the hill. Now what?

"Besides, I'll never forget today"

"What!?

"It's this sight. Ricardo, the red trees were growing nearer."

Alfina was holding my hand. The smile was given away as if it were an expensive jewel. This girl is a little too cheap to worry about. Isn't it the temperament of the lady knight who did so much?

Later, Grand Duke Bertoldo and I should pay some more attention. Sweet flowers attract bugs easily.

"As, well, whatever. Because what needs to be done is done. And then let's expect the curator."

I won't let go of my hand. I told Alfina.