The Economics of Prophecy

The last day, I came to see my tent first thing in the morning, and I clapped out into the same contents as last night. The scratches on the pot of honey, worn by Alfina on the first day of the social tour, have not moved the angle of nor the yarn scraps that were caught in the lid.

"Are there any signs of sabotage? Um, I was just wondering if you'd do something within the last night."

Ragged, Gashan!

"Do what, Ma, wait..."

In my ear when I left the tent, I heard something crumbling from the school building and a faint voice of Prla.

"What's up, Plura? What the hell is this, a mess of purchasing?"

I rushed to the school building. In front of Pulra's door, members are gathered. There were three broken boxes.

"I received my share of today's fruit. Immediately after that, a vendor I had never seen bumped into."

Prla said remorsefully. The only remaining box is held in its arms. I'm rubbing my elbow off. Probably only one was covered.

"I'm sorry. I lost him."

At a time when every store is bringing in today's ingredients. Within the school, there are a variety of vendors. It is possible that we ran into each other by accident. But then you won't run away. I mean, this is jamming.

"Why Prla..."

"In the middle class, we're the ones who compete directly with Calest. I was on guard, it was sweet."

"Ah!"

I remember what Lilka told me. Hilda likes Kalest's sweets. If you can't get your hands on Kenwell in second place, the most effective interfering person is......

Isn't that an easy conclusion to follow when you think about it? It was a mistake to decide I was the target.

From the collapsed box, sweet aromas and fruit juice stain the ground.

"Is there only one box left? I'm going to buy fruit now…"

Dulcan said remorsefully. Fragile perishable foodstuffs circulate only in particularly limited quantities.

"Now we have a one-plate lunch..."

Belmini said as he helped clear the box.

I won't be able to make desserts to decorate the end. The overall damage to the Holdings is also serious. Damn, I don't like my detours even if I turn them back. What's in charge of safety measures?

I slapped my eyebrows with a clenched fist. D'Argan and Lilka also turned dark.

"Huh. What a face"

I let Plura shake the box I had left. Speaking of which, why did you cover only one box? An invincibly laughed pulla opens the box. There lay a small red fruit.

Holdings' role is dead.

"It looks amazing. Damn it."

"Senior Plura......"

Fuck, yeah, what is this?

"Senior. I think it's a little different from your taste, but I have one suggestion. Lilka and Senior Roston, listen to me."

I spoke to Prla and the members who surrounded him.

"Boy. You only have enough crushed fruit to sauce"

I took Lilka and Roston into Pulra's cooking area. A man like a bear dressed as a cook was spinning a pot.

"If we match the mixed fruit sauce with the mousse, can we make the least we can offer...... I don't have enough colour for my product."

Prla is thinking of a way to rebuild her store as soon as possible. I have to play a role, too.

"So, your suggestion..."

"Yes, there is one special recipe"

When I received eggs and milk from Lilka and bread from Roston, I offered them.

"This is..."

"No way. It's such an easy ingredient, it has such a powerful flavor so far"

Pulla and the cook left the golden baguette stuck in his mouth, stunned. By the way, even though it's bump production, it tastes better than when I made it. That's the real job, I guess the amount of fine ingredients and baking additions and subtractions are a lot different.

"Just don't bother. It lacks a sense of luxury..."

"Plus, how about hanging this on top"

"This is a luxury product coming out."

I put out our marked pot. When the cook put the tip of the wood bell on the pot, he tasted it.

"It smells honest for honey. Easy to use for making confectionery. I see, this is great"

"... unlike our flush, if you're going to eat after a delicate one-plate lunch, you've got this powerful sweetness and richness."

Plura nodded. All right, it's the last day of hidden balls. This won't make them do what they want.

"Wow! Look, nobles are queuing. Impossible."

When I saw the guests waiting in the crossing, Lilka said. The food court, expanded to double the number of seats, is full. Momentum to attract humans from the school building on the left and right and the East Room. I even have a customer at an experimental desk that just hung a tablecloth.

The sun is strong, but unlike Japan, low humidity saved it.

The Kalest one, he was turning blue.

"I look forward to ranking with this momentum. But I wonder if it was good. Such a precious recipe..."

"It's my duty as head of management at Holdings. Senior Plura."

"Honey would also be handed out for free at that price."

"That's our fair price. It's copper nectar, anyway."

"Is that true? The rare aroma of honey is difficult to use, depending on the type of confectionery. But honey at your place is not a habit. Will it be possible for us to purchase it in the future?"

"Plans to increase production will start when this is over, so maybe you'll be fine. I'll talk to my father. But now..."

"Oh, this businessness. Ha, it's like this is the center of the festival."

Me and Plura laughed niggardly and found out left and right.

The last day of operation ends an hour early. Members who support their bodies to reach the parasol. The last one, Meer and I were also driven as servants, but not compared to their fatigue.

Besides, the job is still there.

When I heard the results of the experiment from Fulsey, I turned to Kenwell's tenant. The lowest vinder in terms of the number of coins collected and Lilka's store, which was the middle of the Holdings participants. And until yesterday, the accuracy of the experiment can be judged by matching the answers with three Kenwells that were second in rank.

"I saw it last. I can't imagine queuing a nobleman."

"Thanks to the seats and tables you accommodated, it helped"

I thanked Jean and Maria.

"I'm getting a leasing fee.... So, this experiment? Let's hear your intentions."

Jean lurked her voice.

"It's insurance. I was thinking that if I didn't have to use it, I'd never go over it. Until this morning."

I said calmly, trying. Instead of failing obstruction, Kalest is in a situation where he got a snake out of his yab. In addition to a one-plate lunch, they took guests to a courtyard with an unprecedented reputation for treats.

If you honestly admit defeat, good. If not......

Back from Kenwell, I joined the members and headed to the student council room. Everyone is making a scene in front of the pasted ranking chart.

"We're the best in the independent system."

"Because it's the right result. It's not like making a scene."

By the way, Vinder is about the bottom third. I didn't hear that Pulla would offer it as a recipe fee, and I came this far with a food court dividend. I'm afraid of the silver "Silver" gaze below our "Cupper". You don't have to worry about that, I'll make sure you guys stay in good shape. Trust me in my preservation.

"We, Belmini, Roston said a lot better than last year. Vinder, I have to tell you that the proceeds from a one-plate lunch will be split between the restaurants alone."

"That's okay. I'm not interested in ranking."

Around this evening, the value of the stock system will be reported to the Grand Duke by Luiza. The most important aim for Vinder was almost achieved. The experience of collecting and operating different chambers of commerce was also valuable for the establishment of future trading companies.

"You... Well, fine. More than that, what do you think of that?

There was no injustice that was most alarming. As for us.

"If it had been that momentum, Kenwell would have definitely reversed Calest."

Proceeds are net of location costs. Kalest, who could not do so in his bid, should have been painful in that sense. Moreover, vacant seats stood out for the large tenants of Calest on the last afternoon because of the food court. That's what I hear from the twins.

At the top of the list, however, Kalest is sitting as he was yesterday. I headed for Kenwell.

"Our calculations. Then we're supposed to exceed 20%."

"Are you sure?"

"I guess. Ranking is the job of the student council. The person responsible…"

Following the three aristocratic students, Leonardo, the second son of the Chancellor, enters the Student Council room. The participants were then called in. When I meet Jean, I go inside.

Let's have one last fight. Failure to collect the crushed fruit cost disqualifies you as the Holdings Officer.