The Economics of Prophecy

The cornered fireplace is made up of red bricks. The walls of Beige in harmony with the fireplace cost a single painting of the winter meadow. Small bronze chandelier on ceiling. The table is thick wooden with oval shapes.

Me and Alfina sit on the same side of the table. They're both in uniform. I don't know how much it would cost to wear an outfit worthy of a grand duke. I'm not going to come again.

Restless. I think the room parts are of high quality one at a time. But I can't even tell if the Grand Duke deserves the format. And a more qualitatively rigid atmosphere than luxury cannot be forbidden to be unexpected, given that the owner of the mansion is a woman.

Speaking of what you're trying to say, I don't know if I'm just welcome in form, or if I've already been intimidated that people like you are enough in this hairy room in the warehouse.

View Alfina chills. The maid who made me tea left right away, so there's only two of us in the room. Nicholas smiles at me wondering what's wrong. It looks no different or brighter than usual. Well, for a princess, it's a relative's house.

Speaking of which, "Give me your father-in-law daughter," that's kind of an interview. Does "you don't have the muscle to call me your stepfather" mean an oppressive interview?

Seriously, though the guardian is a woman. "Oh, you're my daughter's boyfriend?" It feels friendly...... No, no, no, what are you thinking? Even as a real escape, I can't clap too much. I shook my head with a boom.

"Mr. Ricardo?

The classmate tilted his little neck at the table with the cup he was mouthing. Classy isn't like me. Every move is naturally familiar with this room. I don't care what you think. I'm a resident of another world. No, not reincarnated.

"Because I have no idea how the grand nobleman behaves. I wish I could be disrespectful. Ha..."

I reached for the cup, wondering what it was to say that to the princess. My arm stopped before I touched my handheld. I noticed the honey on the side of the plate. Light hues look very familiar.

It would be our product. A welcome mark if you think about it normally. But it looks like a jab that I know all about you.

Definitely a nasty opponent. I am well prepared and call this way without giving me room to prepare. Harmless de civilian opponents are too much of an asshole to be alarmed or anything.

"You don't have to be so nervous. Ricardo is a customer. My aunt is sweet, so it's okay."

If that's what you're told, then so be it, for you.

Bad, even the voice of the heart is venerated.

I lay my own hands on my hands so Alfina could encourage me. Skinny is sloppy. The girlfriend at home feels more embraced than usual and her heart calms down thanks to...

"You kept me waiting."

At that moment, the door opened. A lady came in with a samurai and a butler. Alfina hurriedly let go of her hand.

The lady drapes her luxurious blonde hair from her shoulders in a spiral. If I wore a crown, I'd believe it if they told me I was a queen. He took control of us trying to get up and sat on the other side as we walked slowly and with a big crotch. Rather than elegant, it works refreshingly. I heard they were in their early thirties, but they only look like mid twenties.

This is the Grand Duke of Bertoldo Euphilia. Alfina's aunt?

The lady who came in the dress spreads the feather fan she received from the samurai. The atmosphere is that he was about to be executed in the French Revolution, but he cut through, it feels like.

"Well, you've come a lot. And before this, my niece took care of me. Thank you."

"There is no annihilation either. It's an honor to be your guide."

You pushed me. I gave it back by the curfew, and there's nothing wrong with it. Barking in my heart against eyes that I don't seem to be laughing at all. Loser howls are as fine as they still sound to their opponents.

"My niece is too boxed. I was worried about my concubine. I thought I'd go through some fire games."

The Grand Duchess hid her mouth with a feather fan.

"Heh!?

"Dear Aunt!?

I almost knocked the cup out of my reach. Alfina also hurried to close her mouth and put the cup down.

"Yeah? Isn't that right? That dear Alfie brought me to Dashi. After I leave in the morning, until I come back in the evening. Hifu..."

"Grand Duke. There's more to joking about. I am full of work for the Chamber of Commerce and taking samples of the experiments I will explain to you today. Alfina has always helped us in the village."

"How about a carriage back and forth? There's only two of us in there."

I knew there was an escort somewhere far away. Well, this is the range of expectations. Sure, if you're a dignitary, you've got something like a demonic version of a security buzzer.

"Anyway, it's a terrible thing to be a classmate of Her Royal Highness, such as me."

"Well, that bigoted reference says he's a busty kid who doesn't even give him his identity or the value of a hairy tip."

That twitch. What was the full letter of recommendation? I can't wait to play this life crisis out.

"And Alfie would have been happy if she hadn't treated herself like a princess."

"Well, that means that Ricardo only cooperated with me on this one, not with respect to my identity, but with, uh, verifiable hypotheses..."

Alfina has dyed her cheeks. It's totally flirting.

"Master Alfina was asked for knowledge in an attempt to fulfil her role as Virgin. I just happen to say that Curator Fulsey and I had that knowledge. Also, that village is an important place for our Chamber of Commerce. It's important to lose one business partner if you're a flying small business association."

I emphasized my interests. I do not intend to condone my loyalty to the princess. There's no way I can be trusted to say that. I would never believe such a person.

And it's also a stake in this woman, Lord of Bertoldo. I saw the great nobleman with my eyes as a negotiator.

"Let's get down to business. You were talking about an impending crisis in our territory. Alfina prophecy. It doesn't mean we've found evidence of the catastrophe brought about by the West. It's hard to believe it's a warcraft flood."

"From now on, let me explain the path we have come to that conclusion. Your decision will then be made on your own."

"I don't care what you mean. There's no way that one kid can decide the importance of our territory and hence our kingdom."

The Grand Duke's eyes are narrowed. Eye glow increases sharpness. Would you even call it the intimidation of a ruler? The power of man, who routinely bears tens of millions of human destinies?

It's just my feeling, but it feels like the Baron said the Village Chief, the Viscount the Town Chief, the Count the Mayor, and the Marquis the Prefect Governor. And it's the Grand Duke in front of me, the city chief who lived in Japan, who I can't even imagine.

This is the real deal.

"First of all, the result, based on the image of the prophecy seen by Master Alfina, taking into account geographical conditions and sex. It was confirmed that it was the village of Leiria that appeared in the prophecy. In particular, Alfina himself has confirmed this point."

Alfina nodded. I'll keep explaining. narrowing down candidates for disaster, examining methods for validation, and experimenting. Conscious of the point points of logical development, line up the rationale and conclusions. I intend to sum it up succinctly, but explaining it one by one takes time.

Hold your mouth in between and ask for a reaction. But the Grand Duke won't let you read his expression with his mouth covered with a feather fan. To the extent that I moved my eyebrows slightly to Meer's organized table of precipitation and yield.

Hard to do. You might as well still argue with me. Well, with my presentation, I'd do about a petite freeze the moment I got my mouth pinched.

"... from the obtained Western demonic vein pattern, the hypothesis that this year there will be a Warcraft flood has been tested"

I came to the conclusion. The Grand Duke closed his feather fan. I prepared myself for objection.

"What do you think of the prophecy?

What flew in was an unexpected question.

"Clearly, you believe in something called prophecy."

"Dear Aunt. I do......"

"No, I didn't believe it"

"... Ricardo you"

I dared. I'm not lying. That's why I put all my efforts into anticipating prophecy.

"Right. To tell the truth, these three generations of witch princesses who can decipher the crystals of prophecy have not come out. Prophecy, then I'll make it out of rainfall like I did. I keep track of the amount of rain by distributing the magic around the place. Of course, it's not as rigorous as that. By the way, the original plan for this year's prophecy is the usual harvest for both the East and West."

"But, my aunt. If there's a flood of warcraft in the East, isn't this prophecy coming off?

"The calculations I've just heard make a difference, but it won't be that big. Who complains about the usual harvest getting a little rich?

The Grand Duke exposed his insistence openly. It is obvious that prophecy is treated as a farce, even considering its treatment of Alfina. I'm rather impressed that there was a seed.

"But unfortunately," Warcraft Flood ”is likely to happen. Using Master Alfina's prophecy as a start, Frussi - the forecast that Curator, Meer, and I have created with Master Alfina. Determine if there will be a warcraft flood in the West, not if there will be a disaster in the West."

I said.

"Regardless of Alfie's prophecy, there are signs of warcraft flooding from the Western Mountains. As a nobleman of the kingdom, as a lord with territory in the West, what will you do? That's not what I'm trying to say. I see, a really busy lad."

I nodded. The Grand Duke put his feather fan under his chin and silenced.

"- What is the expected damage?

"We calculate with reference to a time when there were no crusades in the East. Dozens of garj ranges from the red forest, even on a small scale, are drunk by a herd of monsters. The villages in that realm, including Leiria, may be quoted less than twenty. Regardless of the Bertoldo protected by the walls, the surrounding villages will not be safe. Whatever happens..."

It is always in the interests of the negotiating party that the most important part of the negotiation is. Not in the overall interest. Because the negotiators are basically some representatives. Even if the opponent is at the top, that doesn't change.

Even in the unlikely event that the opponent hits a very small exception, it works. The opponent will take the liberty of laying it across the board and thinking.

"You don't have to tell everyone. In the first place, if we run out of food from around us, we'll just destroy cities and so on."

In this world where transport takes time and effort, it's not like Japan, which can carry food even from across the ocean. If the distance is even slightly apart, even if there is an area of abundance, the hunger strikes. There is little of it in the kingdom, not just because it has a lot of harvest, but because it is stable.

Of course, it's my belief that merchants are for when that stability breaks down.... No way, but why are you directly involved?

"Well, I'd like to ask you something more."

The Grand Duke put the feather fan on his desk. Talk about the size of the Knights you need and the kind of monsters that can emerge. Based on what Fulsey had told me in advance, I answered.

"... I see I understand what you're trying to say"

The Grand Duke lifted the feather fan he had placed on his desk again. Two beeping sounds echoed the table.

"Fine. Let's also share this conclusion concubine. Naturally, it moves to let the kingdom share"

"Thank you." "Thank you, aunt."

Alfina raised her voice of joy. I bowed my head honestly too. Horrified by boulders.

"Oh, Alfina worked well. It was an unknown concubine who did not heed his words."

Something like that, the Grand Duke spread his fans and said satisfactorily.

"Oh, no. And this is all done because Ricardo is at the center."

"Terrible. Dear Alfina, who did not regard your position and tried to serve you. Frussian curator who launched the theory of predicting the warcraft flood..."

A protective alarm starts to sound suddenly like a warning to my guard off.

"Well, there's the rest of the problem."

The sound of closing the feather fan interrupted my words. deliberately placed the tip of the fan between his brows, and the great nobleman shook his head.

"I understood that story. Then, fifteen, how can one of those civilian lads make an explanation now? I don't understand."