The Economics of Prophecy

"Then Master Alfina. I'll ask you again."

A tall old man's voice echoed in the large circular conference room.

"Yes."

The format of this room is attested by the throne placed for your meeting. She sat where she wasn't even allowed to go in when she told her New Year's Day prophecy.

Asking her is a skinny, grey-haired man in luxurious legal clothes. Duke Cypress Grinisias, Prime Minister of the Kingdom. It is the organizer of the Conference on Measures.

By the way, the throne has remained empty since I showed my face as sorry for my first meeting.

"Is there no doubt that the calamity that the Crystal of Prophecy tells us is famine"

"Yes, I'm sure..."

Alfina recalls a tragic sight. A painful appearance of unnatural swelling on lean hands and feet, abdomen and soles of feet. A child who has lost his eye is fishing for grass on the side of the road. It was a sight that would have made me want to cover my eyes if it hadn't flowed directly into my brain.

"Does that mean it's the North?

"Yes, just because it's only the direction of disaster coming. To the place and the cause..."

"But that's crazy. No matter how much information you consider on farmland you have obtained so far, there are no signs of inaction. The season is already late summer. Wheat ears are beginning to bear fruit."

The old man held down with his hands a bunch of thick paper he was putting on his desk. As you can see from the easy blocking of Alfina's words, I guess for him she is just a tool to convey the image of the crystal.

"Crystals don't see disaster firsthand. So..."

Without flickering in the cold eyes of the old man, Alfina tries to play a role.

Still, it really compares to the last time I tried to unravel the prophecy.

That's when she was questioned by a boy her age for that sweet way of thinking. Words were blurry and relentless in pursuit. The Prime Minister, on the other hand, does not break his polite and cynical attitude. And yet, how can this be different?

"... just because you hit it once doesn't mean you'll hit it again"

My brother-in-law, a man who hits his cousin in terms of blood connections, said. This one is clearly hostile.

"If it's off, that's fine. Assuming it hits, it would be a good thing to work out measures."

The man in knightly clothing with the medal, in this room young after Alfina, followed.

"Both Your Highnesses have the best opinions. But it's not just the time or the cost of the investigation."

The prime minister made insignificant claims as he took care of the two princes. More than half an hour ago, the agenda was not moving forward.

"Let's just say that's all for today's meeting. We ask the witch princess to continue to turn to the crystal. Let's focus on catching signs of inaction. Howell continues to investigate precipitation. Rhodos prepares inspection plans for stockpiles everywhere. Be particularly careful if there are territories that are deceiving the reserves set."

The Chancellor no longer looked at Alfina, but began giving instructions to the bureaucrats. In response to the instructions, eight men and women move out. Some bureaucrats start meetings with the second and third princes. Even to Alfina, who was oblivious to politics, they felt their moves were in order as a team.

In fact, we have also known in previous meetings that below the Chancellor is acting vigorously. Measures in case of famine, such as confirmation of stockpiles, would also be correct.

Still, can this deal with an unknown disaster? The anxiety she recruited in her had grown every time she followed the day.

She thinks because she saw him, who magically solved his first disaster. In this way, perhaps, that disaster could not be prevented.

Aren't they just doing what anyone can do, more accurately than anyone else? Isn't the purpose of looking into it in itself?

She bit her lips as she walked to the door back to the cathedral.

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In front of Claudia lowering her head, the heavy door closed. Alfina was alone in the hexagonal room. In a stone cold room, the girl accidentally held her shoulder. On the round altar in the center sits the crystal of prophecy.

Red magic rises loosely from a clear sphere. Looks like he's turning it into something ominous up to the air in the room.

Fortunately, there's no new reaction. In the first place, this prophecy has already become a clear image.

She removed a book from the hem of the clergyman's coat. When the book is opened, a red and purple flower affixed to it appears. When she held it to her chest, she left the table and lowered her hips to the small bed.

"I wonder how you're doing by now."

Is the college still there? Ricardo comes to mind surrounded by daughters who are in a position far closer to him than she is, such as Meer and Lilka. I stuck myself in a room alone and looked miserable in the face of a disastrous crystal.

"Ricardo..."

The crush leaked. On the first prophecy there was no one else to rely on. I offered her one hand. During the Shaoxian Festival, Hilda, who tried to isolate her, was pushed to manage the courtyard, which nobody cared about. I gave up the festival once that I was looking forward to inside and accepted the role. But when I found out, I was at the center of the festival with him.

"No"

Alfina shook her head. She has to do her part. We have to prove the value she was born into. For my loving parents. That's all she wants.

He has his purpose. I don't fully understand it, but I know that his dreams are so big. After the Shaoxian Festival, my aunt, the great lord, was shocked many times when she explained how stocks and holdings worked. His daily busyness also saw one end of it firsthand.

Plus, he doesn't like to stand out. At the very least, it is clear that we have not even asked for a shard of a position: a hero who saved the national disaster.

After the first prophecy was resolved, Alfina, worried that he would not be rewarded too much, consulted Luiza. In an official setting, he was pushed back by the word that it was the highest honor to dance with the princess and invited to the dance. Now that I think about it, I guess that didn't work either.

I'm sorry, but she's confused by herself for not being able to regret that action.

She has nothing to give him. I don't know what he wants.

"I wish you wanted anything"

Alfina snapped toward the crown. An unexpectedly powerful finger slightly distorted the shape of a red-purple flower.

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Two days after the shareholders' meeting. I went through an unpopular hallway and joined Meer in an empty library, and I entered the curator's office from the library.

It's like a secret base.

I'm sad that I can't say it's an adult safe house, but I can't help but applaud the atmosphere as if it were a mess in the room. You can't work for a librarian. This. Oh, no problem because I didn't do it from the start?

"There's nothing in Non's ear about prophecy."

To my question, a hobbyist named Curator said. Alfina hasn't come to the college in the last two days. They can't get out of the cathedral.

"You must be a credit to the warcraft flood ahead."

"I think the Chancellor might have stunned me at this previous festival.... just kidding. That duke is not such a funny person. With a personality that wants to think about things separately. I can't deal with Noon if I don't think his specialty has anything to do with it. After that I'm only interested in the budget and the budget"

Speaking of which, I've heard resentment that research spending has been cut.

"Then I want to know how the crystal works, with what mechanism it's working"

"How does the crystal of prophecy work? When I was in court, I looked into it with interest."

Fulsey stopped messing with the antenna.

"But know what to do with it"

Seniors are worried about Alfina.

"No, you're a hell of a force to show the future. So..."

As a former twenty-first century human being whose scientific literacy cannot be lost, there is still resistance to the word prophecy. Finally, I know a lot of credible prophecies in the sense that economic prophecy is bound to come off.

"What I've figured out is that no one will figure out how the crystal works. That class of magic equipment is called an artifact. It's even suspicious if humans made it."

"Is it a black box on that level? But that ring I used before is a magic trick."

"Well, it doesn't change the ring or the crystal in the sense that it's magical to get the effect."

Fulsey made her own ring. A circuit that shed magic, or even a magic formation, appeared slightly. I think it's a group of switches that are somewhat controllable in response to human will, but I can't handle it without qualities.

"Alfina...... contemporary witch princesses are special in a way. Is it the qualities of the user or the environmental factors that give rise to such a pompous prophecy? I want to judge that. For example, when a prophecy comes out, crystals show signs. If that frequency doesn't change but there are a lot of prophecies out there, that's the qualities of a witch princess. If the crystal heralds more of that stuff, it means that the environment is changing so that the prophecy will appear, that there will be more disaster."

"Say that from the beginning. Then I have the materials."

Fulsey opened the cupboard. I was given a piece of paper lined with numbers in a handwritten frame.

"That's not a record of omens from five to fifty years ago. The frequency of crystal glow has not changed during the four generations of witch princesses. Well, it's possible they were all unqualified ornaments."

"Master Alfina said it was the third time this year that we included something small."

Meer pinched her mouth. That's the information I got from naked dating...... No. Well, the record shows that the crystal reacts once a year or not. The frequency with which I say three times every six months stands out.

"So the environment could have changed in the direction of increasing disaster... I knew it."

I turned a blind eye to Fulsey's antenna.

"Well, given the unprecedented Western demonic pulse fluctuations. There could be major fluctuations in magic currents. Don't let that assumption come true. As always, your thinking is unusual. Try to find out what causes it, what the environment is, not disaster. Normally, it is best to deal with the disasters that have occurred. At best, until you're ready to think about what happens."

There is a world where science and technology have made it possible to manipulate the environment. Still, we could only deal with large-scale disasters. Environmental manipulation, on the contrary, is like pollution, and sometimes it creates disaster.

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"Well, don't be too hasty. Let's get back to it. A measuring station, albeit simple, was created in the west. Improvements have been made to the antenna, and the paper sensitivity has increased. Thirty years was finally, and measurements from the annual wheel. See, eighty years is possible."

Fulsey took out the black paper proudly. Clearer darkness is reflected than last time. Correct it with a damping curve made by Meer in cooperation, and they'll know nearly a hundred years of magic fluctuations where there are red leaf trees.

Seeing the obvious progress, I just chilled out a little bit. This project is too talented for me.

"I was definitely in too much of a hurry. But you can measure the empire with this."

"All of a sudden you're talking about out of the country? I guess the definition of the word" too hasty "is different."

There was a world where technological innovation was taking place on a daily basis... No, that's enough.

"If the Empire is having trouble harming the Warcraft, you mean there's an increase in magic from the Vessel, don't you find it interesting as a sample of long-term change, Sage?"

"Mmm, I do want to know that. But can we get samples?"

Full sight of a scientist, said Fulsey. Meer looked at me worried. No, I don't go woody imitations to the Empire on boulders.

"I'll try to do something around there with Conne as a merchant."

I can talk about it just around there at this later meeting.

"Well, let's hope so"

"Next, then, I have a question about the topography of this continent, including the Kingdom Empire."

"You understand the flow of the story from earlier?

"I can't, seniors..."

Two dazed glances stabbed me trying to widen the map of the continent.