The Economics of Prophecy

"Ricardo, is this shelf okay with the kettle that says number 12?"

Alfina on the stepping stone asks me as she stretches with one leg. To be honest, I don't want you to just get hurt anyway because you're good anywhere.

White piece with longer hem, not uniform. Embroidered enough not to be flashy. However, I wonder how long it will take even skilled craftsmen to make that regular signature curve by hand.

Is it close to everyday wear for the princess? Rigiri, he manages to fit in about a rich lady who came to visit him in downtown. On a detachment that stood on one leg, the back of his knee, which was hidden in his skirt, became evident. It's a really dangerous sight.

Why do I feel sweeter today when the sweet scent drifting in a narrow warehouse is supposed to be of honey I'm used to sniffing?

No, it's not a good way to escape reality. I tried to accept the reality that there was a princess in our underground warehouse. Yes, that was only an hour ago.

The morning of the second day of summer recess. Drefano's leg broke and his blood color returned. My father changed his blood phase and came to the warehouse. Having just decided on a step to clean up my accumulated work, I found out that all of it had collapsed at my doorstep.

Given the unit price of our product, we had a classmate standing there who wasn't supposed to see us for at least a month with a luxurious reference that was going to crack profits just to make a reply. Needless to say, the letter of introduction belonged to Archduke Bertoldo, who was a guardian and is currently under negotiation as an investor.

This one is slow, so I decided to do an inspection first. I left it to my niece because she said she was interested in the work of the Chamber of Commerce, it was written in a shattered sentence.

I cursed Lilka, Meer's friend, all the way, remembering that she was interested in a mock shop at a tea party.

By the way, Dad left his son at the front door to hang out with the rendezvous. I'm going out ignoring the Princess's visit, so I'm sure it's a hell of an important meeting. I can't figure out I don't know that, which is supposed to be my successor.

I invited him to a room where there was just a chair and a table, and even introduced him to a new way of eating honey to try to cloud his tea. But I didn't even give her tea while she was making it, and Alfina said she wanted to help me. If you were interested in business, I wanted you to start with your first purchase.

This is how the Difficulty Royal entertainment began.

Now Alfina is counting empty pots on the shelves. Suppliers don't align as many items of the same size as they want, and being of the same size dictates efficiency in all aspects of the delivery, transportation, and storage of goods. In other words, the number of empty kettles is important. After I preached so forcefully, I entrusted this safest looking job.

I thought it might seem boring, but Alfina is hanging in there not complaining about one thing. Well, I already know she's that kind of daughter. Although I am somewhat keen to take that into account.

"Ah."

"Danger!"

Alfina slipped her hand. It was an assumed event. But her stepping stone swayed with a detachment that reached for the falling pot. I cling to Alfina's waist ignoring the falling pot. The pot that fell on the floor spinned and came before us.

Honey hasn't spilled because it was an empty pot. But the sweet smell thickened.

"I'm sorry, Ricardo................ Um, but I'm fine"

"Seniors. Are you sexually harassed quickly?

A cold voice hit me in the back. A reliable secretary stood, using the words of another world I taught him.

"Chi, no. This is just in case you get hurt."

"On a stepping stone less than half the knee height?

Me and Meer's voice chased me off in a hurry and Alfina, who stared at me with a bright red face.

"So how did you end up in such a delightful situation?

Let me and Alfina stand in front of the shelf, and Meer asks.

"You said you couldn't do it because I wanted to experience your job. Instead of helping, I got in the way. I'm sorry. I'll pay for the broken pot."

Alfina picked up the pot that rolled on the floor and said sadly.

"The value of His Highness's current labor is ongoing and negative. If you work, you're only doing damage to Vinder if you work. I'm not talking about the price of a broken pot. Because it deprives seniors of their most precious time for our Chamber of Commerce. Looks like you were interested in Shaoxian Festival, but Vinder is not a mock shop"

"Oh, that's... I'm sorry."

"Oh, hey Meer, whatever that is..."

"Of course, the greatest responsibility lies with Senior Ricardo, the work supervisor"

Meer turned to me. The face that caught the eyebrows shows that it is not the word "Alfina".

"Even so.... No, I don't have any words to give back."

I was totally flirting with Alfina. This is a pitiful story on my own home. I remain unsure of one key thing. I mean, because I didn't have a clear policy, and I only thought about making it work like that.

But all of a sudden you'll be upset when your lovely classmate, Her Royal Highness the Princess, comes to visit you on your summer vacation.

"From Meer's point of view, it looks like I was hanging out with Master Alfina at work."

In my words Alfina grabbed her skirt with both hands and lay her face down.

"I just didn't think Master Alfina was here just out of curiosity or any idea."

I did feel floated, and I'm just totally out of the way, not at the stage of helping. I know a girl who has a strong longing for a world she's never seen before. I think there was such an element.

But I was trying to face each and every piece of work, even though it was shabby. That's why I couldn't measure my intentions.

"Seniors can't be trusted because they're a bit shy. Dear Alfina, please tell me why you were put into such an action without any thumping."

Meer looked straight at Alfina. When Alfina let go of the skirt she was gripping, she turned to Meer.

"... I wanted to see the world you're looking at, Ricardo."

"Eh."

What the hell does that mean......

"It's about prophecy. At that time, my words didn't reach anyone. At first, I thought it was caused by my blood muscles. So, Ricardo, I was happy when you listened. Instead of believing it, I said I'd verify it, but I'm just glad you came up against my word."

Alfina cut the word once she said that much.

"But that wasn't all. Ricardo, you were nothing like me. And I moved on Dr. Fulsey and my aunt, and I moved the kingdom. I know. No matter how hard I try, I won't be able to do anything like you, Ricardo. But I wanted to at least understand. Ricardo, if I found out about your work, it might come true at all..."

Alfina spelled out the words like she cut a weir.

When we met, she was a princess in a flower garden who had floated away, including that sense of responsibility. Unbeaten by the pressure around her, telling her what she thinks is true, the Virgin of the Redemption with a huge reversal of the sentence.

I honestly only suspected it a little bit. He said that the deeply itchy attitude is an adaptation to the situation of misadventure, and that there may be a recoil so far.

But realism and safekeeping in me say. I can't even let go and be impressed. It sucks, conservatively. It's an experience that should never be done. Rather, it would be more reassuring for me to grow a little.

"... but that was still my selfishness. Ricardo, I think he was sweet on you."

That's what Alfina said, she lay face down again.

"I mean, Vinder is even Vinder............"

Meer shrugged with bumps in her increasingly difficult face. It would be unconscious, moving your hands with a nigga. It's a habit when you're lost in something.

"... I have to admit that I was more serious about facing my job than I was about to be a senior chasing a girl's ass"

"Oh, hey, Meer."

"Okay, I'll admit that Master Alfina will help you with the store."

Said Meer with a remorseful face as she discredited her boss as she pleases.

"Is it good?"

Alfina looked up as surprised.

"... I don't mean it, but Master Alfina must know to some extent about our Chamber of Commerce"

Naturally I thought about that too. He is the niece of Grand Duke Bertoldo, Lord of Leiria, who will be deeply involved in this, albeit only in form.

"However, there are two conditions. In a senior sexual harassment, I'll take on the instruction because it's out of the question. All I can show you is the environment where the seniors are, what Vinder looks like, okay?"

Meer looked straight at Alfina.

"Thank you. Best regards,"

"Okay, one more thing..."

I set myself up, what ramblings will strike me next? But Meer looked like a blowout, pointing to Alfina's long skirt.

"There's nothing you can do about that outfit, get dressed"

The door closed with the words "Seniors love the books, not the girls". I had no choice but to sparkle in the next room with my books. I don't hate chasing numbers, but thinking beyond the wall, numbers slide up over my eyes.

When I was mean and stuck my face in the books, I heard the door open.

"Oh, you know, Ricardo. What do you think?"

I put my face out of the horrible book. There was just a beautiful girl there with no weirdness whatsoever. Once modern Japanese knowledge has been mobilized and analyzed, a clear answer is given to the maid.

A simple dark gray piece that you can solve with one eye as the daughter of a merchant. Slightly shorter skirt than just now. On top of that, it's a white apron dress. He wears a small frill on the shoulder of the apron, but even a normal outfit. But the combination of contrasting outfits and cute girls is against the rules.

Besides, pick your skirt a little bit because you don't have a location. I care about my chest. What if I was in this outfit when I held her just now... and supported her to help, she could have totally sucked.

"What's up, seniors?"

Meer laughed mischievously. I know this and I enjoy it. The only thing with frills, by the way, is these clothes. When I made it a little bigger for Meer, which was supposed to be growing up, I put a frill on it with Nori. By the way, I sealed that my father would never do it. My father was right, now I know it was a seal that should not be untied.

But wait, I'm not a kid who tells the King the truth about you, Storyking. The truth is sometimes called cruelty. The truth about the weak throwing up is sometimes cruel for the most part. For the speaker.

"............ looks great"

In this case, however, both the flattery and the authenticity were together.

"Glad to hear it."

Assuming it was supposed to be rude for the civilian outfit to "fit," Alfina held her cheeks and smiled.

Summer vacation at the end of a semester that seemed like rage, or I thought I'd take a breather. That kind of hope doesn't seem to me to have any more ties.