The Economics of Prophecy

"Senior Vinder. Good morning."

"Good morning. Dear Vinder."

I took the first two days off from work for the second semester, and I was walking down the hall feeling like a first day alone. The happenings of being greeted by two female students happened then.

"... Ah, uh, good morning. Dear............!?

It's a face I don't know. Seniors know because they would be junior classmates. However, there is no reason to be attached.

No, seriously, you don't remember being greeted by juniors the first semester.

I knew it was weird. I'm not good at remembering people's faces. You just show your skills and forget? No, they were neat enough faces to impress me once we both saw them. Powerful skills, but information based on a man's instincts is an exception to boulders.

"Hey, what's that?

"Whatever they say, isn't it a” normal ”greeting from a passing freshman to a" just ”senior?

It was at times like this that I relied on my secretary. But Meer's answer wasn't even obvious.

"No, I know it's a greeting,"

A sudden greeting from a stranger. It's a sorcery attack for me. There is a risk that a state anomaly of confusion will be granted.

What is greeting in the first place. In my opinion, it is a reflex. The most important thing for humans is safety. In order to do so, it is a top priority to determine whether the presence in front of you is dangerous. This decision goes hand in hand with what you do when your car breaks in when you're walking down the road, and you can't make it when you think about it.

The tool for that is to say hello. Appeal to the other person that you are not the enemy, and reassure them that you are not the enemy if they return a greeting from you. Whether or not you're the person to greet is a decision you're making the moment you see your face. There is no room for reason or thought to intervene there.

Speaking of what you're trying to say, every time you're greeted, you start thinking about their intentions. I'm a communal handicap.

Well, if it's the status quo, let's just say it's the right way to preserve yourself because you're alert to some guild chief who had no choice but to some associate of a deputy guild chief who had to lose his leg.

Thinking about boring things, another junior classmate walked in. Blonde twin tail. She's a cute little face. I had big eyes that tend to hang and my eyes that I tried to reflect away from people I didn't know. The girl modified her path here.

"Ah, oh..."

"Huh!

The junior girl came all the way up to me and then stared at me and changed course. The interception greeting is empty.

"... you felt like you were back in college"

By the way, communal disorders also have advantages. Even if they don't return a greeting, they don't get upset. People with decent communal skills are proud of it. I unconsciously assume that if I say hello, it will always return.

So if you don't return polarly occasionally, you're upset at the level you stepped off the stairs. I don't have that. Because I always think of the risk of greeting you and not returning you.

"... I'll tell you before the seniors wake up to strange sexuality, she's the daughter of a merchant who had dealings with both Drefano and Kalest. Be vigilant."

Meer explained it to me with a sigh. I see, when Drefano was strong, Kalest usually followed the guild leader. Are there any chambers of commerce in that position?

"Morning, Meer. I need to brighten it up even though it's my new semester. Good morning, Vinder."

"Oh, good morning, Lilka. Something's wrong with Meer. Besides, I'm having trouble getting greeted by my junior classmates, do you have any information?

"I've never been asked for such information before... Well, in just four years, you've been promoted to silver. That's why you're looking for a novel star, Vinder."

"What the hell, we were the only coppers going to college. Even if you get promoted, you're at the bottom. Are newcomers dying, but not standard reactions?

"You know... That's not all, is it? I would like to approach His Highness Alfina, the Virgin of the Redemption and goddess of civilian students. I want the connections of His Excellency Euphilia Bertoldo, Grand Duke of the West. I want to connect with the Food Guild Leader Kenwell Chamber of Commerce. There are so many reasons to get close to you."

So the first two greetings earlier are not reflections, but the result of thought? I'm so scared. That's the level where a blonde staring at me looks like an honest, good girl.

"I'm annoyed to death. Who's got such a nasty rettel?"

"Well, to both Dulcan and Prla seniors................... And me, too?

"Meer, you can choose your friends."

"No, no, you don't. I have to understand Meer's worries, too. Hey, you're worried, aren't you, Meer? Honey just honey......"

"Lilka. Maybe you should pick my friend"

"That's not true."

Lilka pities Meer with her hands wide open. Yeah, as usual against Lilka, Meer?

"... uh, can't Master Alfina come today"

Lilka, who couldn't stand her friend's jito eyes, blatantly changed the subject. By the way, "This guy just changed the subject," all the levels I notice are defined as blatant. Because I don't know if I care at all.

"Yes, if they ask me about Her Royal Highness, I'll introduce you as a friend of the princess. Besides being part of Kenwell. Now don't go to you for half the trouble."

"I can't. For example, I don't know what Master Alfina is doing right now. But you know Vinder."

My name got kicked in the ass.

"Seniors will see you today."

"You see... that's more than I expected. I'm not surprised. What's the next important thing you're gonna do?

"It just so happens. Besides, it's a pretty good job. He's a solid one."

We're just going to have our first shareholders' meeting in this world.

"Work, you mean that wrong act of putting made-up clothes on a princess?

"You're getting really relentless. You're gonna get your neck jumped for disrespect. Besides, Mia's invited."

"Oh, that's amazing."

"Because I am a senior squire. Seniors, … because they are not in the same position as Master Alfina"

Meer said. No, you had a proper name for the invitation.

◇ ◇

The Grand Duke of Bertoldo is one of the largest in the Wang capital. We were in the Grand Duke's office in the middle of it. As he greeted his arrival and tried to leave the room, the Grand Duke stopped Meer. A samurai, who refrained beside her, looked at Meer and excited her hand.

"... because it doesn't suit me"

"There will be no reluctance. You can thank Alfie for taking care of you."

In the words of the Grand Duke, a samurai approaches Meer. She has a adorable yellow dress in her hand. They want me to come and attend this. The whims of the great aristocrats are also difficult.

'Cause I'm out there.

"It's disqualified my boss to abandon me. Oh, uh, so, it doesn't suit me. Besides, I've worn such clothes... Hiya, don't take it off"

"Don't worry. Maia's an expert on the road."

When I went out into the hallway, there was a middle-aged man who kept himself in the window frame. He doesn't look good in the Grand Duke's mansion in the west. He looks bored.

"Mr. Ricardo. I'll take care of it today."

"No, no. Explaining management policy would be the chairman's job"

"Ricardo, you're a shareholder, too."

"Shareholders are more of an explanation."

"I'm also a shareholder...... Oh, this stock is really interesting how it works. I can't think of a separation of ownership and management or anything normal."

"We're not separated yet, though. With the Grand Duke's investment, there's no way to pass the rules. Well, they're holding the right to reject serious cases."

I looked at my boss like I was exploring. The Grand Duke's contribution is higher than planned. It means that we have been strengthened in voting rights. The Grand Duke's contribution was supposed to be reduced to less than half. Partially speaking, the property of the Grand Duke ensures safety. Debt at a favourable interest rate on Grand Duch-funded credit. That was the plan.

It's a hell of a good demand for bugs, but for the Grand Duke, the Grand Lord, Vinder is small in size. The system of stocks It was the liver of the negotiations that made me interested in the thing and let me like it as an observation object because it is an interesting toy. With me showing you one end of the system in the mock shop, the negotiations were supposed to go in your favor.

"No, so as always, Ricardo, you've done too much...... Oh, Meer! You look like an angel."

When he saw Meer, who came out accompanied by a maid, his father distracted himself from his son in an instant.

"You always wanted a girl, didn't you? Anyway, my son has no love at all."

"Wait, we haven't talked yet..."

That's what I said and looked back. I was out of line. There was a girl in a dress who could tell it was a simple but luxurious cloth at a glance. The shoulders are out and the embroidery of a round of flowers on the chest is fresh. Because it's usually plain, it looks gorgeous enough to look different.

"... what do you think? Senior."

Rarely mojimoji tricks are also novel and make things even crazier.

"Well, don't disparage what your boss, the chairman, praised, as a subordinate."

I was forced to divert my gaze from what was about to be sucked. The maid eared something at Meer. Meer dyes her cheeks for a moment. And he gave it a spin in front of me. The skirt has a fluttering hem. It's against the rules.

"As, well. That... I'm pretty sure I misjudged you. Yeah."

"Kusu. Because I don't expect any attentive compliments from seniors. Let's say good."

Meer smiled when she saw me.

"Well Meer. You look great."

Just then, a white dress lady appeared from across the hallway.

Poor thing really reminds me of the time of the celebration dance. I'm going to be pretty used to Alfina in uniform, but this is the kind of zama when she shows her princess power this way.

"Mr. Ricardo. Did you compliment him properly?

"Ho, I complimented you. Even so, compared to the real princess's ink, hey Meer."

I can't wait to be graded the skill of complimenting girls on their outfits. I said I'd turn back to Meer.

"... Yes. Thank you. Dear Alfina,"

In an instant, Meer answered with a smile. There is no such thing as a mentor who was looking for a new part-time job in Vinder. Do you care about the Grand Duke's eyes?

Well, Meer's good. Unlike me, I can make that switch properly.