The Economics of Prophecy

"Lord Claudia..."

I lost the words to my classmates who always looked the same. No, I'm not talking about it being not the kind of time I originally spoke. Because she has a small mourning badge on her chest.

The other day, the Second Knights in a state of devastation returned. There are many people of aristocratic origin if they are also Knights. The nobleman sits in the executive class. There are also many people in the college who have lost relatives to war. Anyway, I count 500 regular knights alone. Of course, the exact victims have not been released, but I know what you would say is considerable damage in the college atmosphere.

It may not be the level at which we can maintain the organization.

"Klau, you don't have to do this until this happens."

Alfina cares about Claudia, whose brother is killed in battle and whose father is seriously wounded but behaves in a temperament.

"The princess is sick, she can't leave her side at a time like this."

I don't mean to be fooled by the fact that I could predict that, because the kingdom has only a record as an old story, such as the raid of dragons. It's just that Fulsey got some information that said he had a glimpse of Mount Tuvire but a demonic pulse reaction. The Second Knights were dealing with the Warcraft Flood, so it's only natural to focus on the reactions of the Devil's Vessel.

The demon pulse blows out from above the mountain range, so it is predicted that the area near the summit of the mountain has a corresponding density. In the first place, there is no way that a dragon, a superior warcraft, could have stayed without a demonic pulse.

As for this one, I also have the feeling that I stepped backwards while predicting continental scale demonic pulse fluctuations.

The disaster has happened. Kurtheit is isolated by a dragon that inhabits Mount Tuvire. Just so you know, three surrounding villages are destroyed. There has been damage not only to the Knights seconded, but also to the merchant corps entering and leaving Kurtheit. Apparently, they recognize and attack objects moving from the summit.

A circular area was created around Mount Tuvire where humans could not enter.

In the end, all we could do was delay the salt transport slightly and improve the food situation in the villages around Kurtheit. Let's hope the villagers who fled to Kurtheit have some leeway for food.

The Grand Duke says that the advance that Kurtheit is the land of prophecy has not put Alfina in a situation where she can be blamed. That's reassuring, but the problem is saying that hunger will be realized as it is.

In fact, Alfina has a badly sunk face. It would not just be to say that there was misfortune in the vicinity. How should I or should I not move in this situation?

"So, Ricardo..."

Alfina looked at me spicy. In the tender hand, a single envelope was gripped. Undecorative envelopes that merchants are likely to interact with. But I could see the seal of roses engraved on the wax.

"His Highness Craig, the Third Knight Commander, wants to speak to Ricardo. Actually, we've talked about this many times before. He wants to talk to Ricardo, who recommended himself to the crusade. My aunt and I stopped it."

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince, is..."

I guess it's not like a thank you or anything that pushed the Warcraft crusade. Speaking of which, it also took the form of a push on the empire prince during the Shaoxian Festival. I can't wait to get caught up in factional fights between princes, etc. That is a danger that cannot be compared to helping the Fourth Princess.

I stopped at the Alfina and Grand Duke lines, but I guess that means the situation won't allow it. Now that the Second Knights have been defeated, only the Third Knights can cope with the Warcraft, except for the First Knights, who can't move the King's Capital. In fact, expectations for the Third Knights and Prince Craig, which housed the earlier Warcraft flood, would be high.

"Um, Ricardo. I said no."

... If you look closely, Alfina's fingers are just crushing the letter.

"I understand. I just don't think I can help..."

I reached out in a hurry. But I have no idea what they want. Military knowledge is nil at any rate. Coming from one of the world's leading peace-breakers, I am desperate for the qualities of that hand.

But I can tell you that's why I need information. Hopefully, the dragon will not disappear and disappear, so if there is no information on the dragon, we can't deal with it. The problem is that obtaining information poses a danger in itself, or that obtaining information itself calls for danger.

"... I get it. Thank you. So, one more favor…"

Alfina looked next door. There is a female knight classmate with a contemplative face there.

"I know I'm not in a position to ask you to do this, but I want you to accompany me to a meeting with the Third Prince"

Claudia bows her head to me. No, no, whatever Her Royal Highness the Princess may be, it's not a good idea for a countess to bow her head to civilians. Is that it?

You thought you were trying to turn me down for freezing. Claudia bowed her head deeper and deeper.

"I am completely ignorant about the Knights. It would be helpful to have someone to lecture by the time we head to the Knights garrison."

When I said that, Claudia lifted her head.

"Helpful"

"Good for you, Klau.... Uh, Ricardo. Don't you need a lecture about His Highness Craig? Little interaction with me in the diocese, but still somewhat about the crowd..."

"Yes, please."

That's what I said to Alfina, who appeals to me with mysterious force. He's a freak who goes out of his way to become the leader of the smallest Third Knights and yet commands the warcraft crusade on the border. I want as much information as I can.

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"This is a real position."

I sighed at the sight Claudia told me.

A small fortress across a river from the Wang capital. The Third Knights garrison had a much more boneless atmosphere than I thought. By the way, it seems determined to be treason for the legions to cross this river without forgiveness. I would like to pray that the Third Prince does not like to play at all.

The carriage stopped and what I got off was about twice the size of high school. A tent lines up around it. It feels like if the knights in armor weren't trained, they'd be open at sports events as well. It's the first time I've seen it. I can see that the Knights are stuck.

It's not like I'm afraid to travel between military personnel in combat mode.

"Let's go, Vinder"

Roger that, Lord Claudia.

Walking alongside Claudia seems odd, but I was really glad she was here.

In the deepest part, there is a large tent and a flag that follows the Bobcat, the crest of the Third Knights. Two knights guarding the entrance. Give me the reference and I'll go inside.

"Ladder to His Highness Craig......"

I tried to bow my head behind the tent and realized that the seat there was empty. A man in knightly clothes approached his boss. I thought they would even do a body check, so I got banged on the shoulder with a van.

"You've finally met me. Ricardo Vinder"

The stern face, with her hair cut short, was tanned. It gives a tight impression when you do it, even though you have a middle-bodied physique. Knight clothes also look like normal objects. I don't have anything to say about the medal. Well, the rose crest engraved on the chest is intimidating enough.

However, if you're a prince, you look like a prince, and I want you to dress up a little more discerning. This one is the kind of guy who accidentally forgets to say his respects and stuff.

"This, Your Highness. This time..."

"This is a battlefield, no need to say hello."

Apparently the type who doesn't let people say their words to the end. I can't risk my life with one of those words, but the figure taught by Alfina remains intact. I'm ashamed of myself for slightly suspecting I was exaggerated.

Of the two deputy officers who seemed to refrain from the prince's left and right, the skinny one came with a chair. It's closer to the floor than a chair. I found it easy to carry for the march. The prince sits on the same thing.

I'm afraid of the gaze of two knights, by the way. It would feel like why such a civilian is relative to His Royal Highness our Commander.

"I understand. So what can I do for you? I didn't know a Zero Merchant could help His Highness, the hero who saved the country from the Warcraft flood..."

"Ha, this is quite an interesting joke. You guys, this man is the one who turned me to crusade the Warcraft Flood. Again, I said it was Kurtheit who was coming to disaster."

I scraped the sesame seeds, but they stopped me in a coarsely ground state, and I was introduced absurdly.

"There is no such thing. The devotional efforts of Her Royal Highness the Witch Princess and the decision of Her Royal Highness the Grand Duke. And if you have the cooperation of many of the college seniors, the chambers of commerce, you have to count my contributions from behind."

"Got it. Now, what Archduke Bertoldo calls unusual wisdom, I want you to lend it"

I was finally allowed to say it to the end, but my words were completely ignored.

"First of all, that explains the situation. You heard about the defeat of the Second Knights."

"Rumors flowing into the city and..."

I glanced back. It's clearly strange that Claudia is holding back behind me, but it's not strange compared to being relative to the Prince, it's a strange situation.

"To be honest, I was an awkward trooper. I guess there was also a rush that took my handle away from the last Warcraft flood. However, assuming we were more prepared, the result of defeat would not have changed. The opponent is so powerful. You can leave Uncle Adele's judgment alone."

The prince saw Claudia. Claudia's brother died in battle in this expedition, and his father suffered a serious injury that broke his arm and ribs. Normally, they should be honored for their struggle with the national crisis, but they don't.

"Wait, Your Highness. The failure to stop short military expeditions or defeat against the Warcraft. The responsibility of my father, one of the commanders of the Second Knights, is natural. But my father never behaved cowardly."

Claudia said. Her father is accused of creating a direct cause of defeat. As the knights struggled on the front line, the Earl, who was under manpower in the rear, fled as soon as possible.

I'm talking about what I call creating a cause of back collapse.