The Economics of Prophecy

On the other side, between the large conference room where the prophetic disaster response meeting was held and the sight, there is a room of less than a third in size, but with a condensed decoration for that matter. One side of the wall was covered with rose relief. There, humans in two outfits, light and dark, were pinching the table.

"But in too much demand. I must say, however rich our country is, it is difficult to transfer this much food in addition to the increase in exports."

On the left of the table, an old man sitting in the center of five people on the bright side said words he could not tell several times just today.

"But it is. Our country, which is threatened by warcraft every day, sends valuable troops."

A magnificent man with a soft smile on his right. Imperial envoy chief Count Byral returned as he stroked his loose chin. This, too, is a recurring word.

A fox and a fox. The red dot sitting to the left of the Chancellor, Euphilia the Grand Duke of Bertoldo, poisoned in his heart.

In addition to concessions on trading terms, multiplied by 30% as consideration for reinforcement dispatches. Instead of friendship, I just think I'm looking under my feet. In fact, the more time passes, the more disadvantageous the kingdom becomes.

Euphiria saw forty men with thin beards sitting across the Chancellor. Especially how long can this man whose own territory is in crisis endure? It was her conclusion that the difference between the actual time limit and the mental time limit was inversely proportional to the human vessel.

"It's Viral. It would only be a march for friendship with the kingdom. I'm not selling my power with food."

The speaker is a young man in the room, a young man who has not reached the age of twenty. Its arrogant tone and attitude go hand in hand with black-crushed outfits to even make you feel haunted. But his words, which never opened his mouth before, are noteworthy. Because it seems to be the first compromise the imperial side has ever spoken of.

"My lord Dagobad, that doesn't convince my country. What can I say, but also deeply rooted in our opposition to sending valuable troops to a kingdom in no mood. If you don't show us” in form "when our army is treated with respect, we can't contain the opposition."

The chief envoy tries the words of the prince. But when Dagobird reassembled his legs, he turned his jaw.

"Why don't you show me another form of respect and assurance for our troops"

"What is another proof"

The Chancellor visits without releasing his guard.

"As a testament to the safety of our troops, you must accompany the royal family. Right..."

The prince's eyes turned to the man in the most flashy outfit on this occasion. The second prince turned a hasty blind eye to the gaze. Euphiria sighed inside.

"I wonder if His Royal Highness Alfina, the witch princess, who prophesied this catastrophe, deserves it"

"Hmm. With those considerations in the kingdom, it would be easier to persuade the country"

To her suddenly emerged niece's name, Euphilia struggles to maintain calm. Check the old man next door sideways. That look doesn't change at all. But further next door...

"Oh, oh! I don't know... Mm-hmm. Good luck to the young princess. Wouldn't that be a substitute for the lives of the people?"

It was decided that Xangrich, the Grand Duke of Kurtheit, ate it by letting him wield his thin beard. Beyond that, the second prince is nodding like relieved. Euphilia's face was stunned. "It would be my property, not the people. Though my brother-in-law, do you put your sister in battle on her own behalf" hold on to what you want to say.

"Wait. Then it's like being a hostage."

"People don't listen well. I lead the Warcraft Crusade myself, so it's not weird to be accompanied by royalty from the kingdom. Of course, my unit will protect you. It's not dangerous, even if it's against dragons."

said Dagobad. The royal family of other countries leads their own reinforcements, the fact is heavy, regardless of the thoughts. But the problem is, until the Empire hangs up the card that said so, it's why I keep an eye on her niece.

Euphilia remembers the words of one boy she met very recently. What the boy was warning her about was the fluctuation of the continental demonic vein. A bold idea that doesn't hold true to age, position, or identity. But the western warcraft flood and this outbreak of Mount Tuvire's demonic vein. Again, the boy's concerns are corroborated.

Besides, it's the boy's decision to say that's what's involved with the Witch Princess prophecy. Ignoring the feelings of relatives is never something that can be deposited in another country.

"But the witch princess will still have too much difficulty accompanying students, warcraft crusading places. In the first place, the prophecy of the princess, who twice predicted a national disaster, is the treasure of the kingdom. I can't keep it in another country."

Euphiria overlapped the words. At the same time, decide in some cases that you are ready to take your place.

"Do you think Grand Duke Bertoldo will abandon the people of Kurtheit?"

But it's the countryman who interrupts her readiness.

"Grand Duke Kurtheit, if you'd listened to the Witch Princess's prophecy in the first place, you'd have had more time."

Both the Grand Duke of East and West meet in front of foreign envoys. Conflict in front of the negotiating party. It's impossible, but you can't give in. Whatever she does, she has to buy time. At least not until that boy comes back.

"Hmm, the problem is that time. The later the decision is taken, the more damage the kingdom will cause."

The Chief of Mission said as he looked at the Prime Minister. Everyone's gaze focused on the old man.

"... I don't know, there's a problem, and the imperial demands are more -"

The prime minister kept his expression, trying to come up with an answer. When Euphilia tried to block the conclusion she feared,

Conn, conn.

The door was knocked.

"I thought you said you wouldn't tolerate anyone interrupting this meeting."

"I'm sorry, Prime Minister. The Third Knights have returned, Your Majesty has ordered you to tell them."

Beyond the open door, the samurai, who also knew Euphilia well, told him.

"Oh, that's a lot faster. When it comes to transporting food in Kurtheit he thought it would take longer."

Said the chief envoy with a face that didn't eat anything. No heart, or its cheeky flesh looks down.

"It makes no sense not to hear the results of the Knights and to continue any further negotiations"

After closing his eyes only once, Euphilia said.

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Craig walked in with his scratchy armor. Two deputies in dirty armor continued. Open up for a moment and Claudia and I will follow as baggage holders. By the way, my head and Claudia's right hand are bandaged.

And what Claudia and I pull is a bag wrapped in cloth.

In the meantime, there was an actor. There's even a prince dressed in black I saw at Shaoxian Festival. Did you say Dagobird or something? Are you coming to the kingdom again?

"Your Majesty, the Third Knights are back now."

"It was a difficult expedition to Mount Tuvire following the Western Mountains ahead"

The Lord of the Throne said in a voice full of majesty. Ever since that New Year's festival. He's Alfina's stepfather, his real uncle. Euphilia's brother. And he is also the father of the Third Knight Commander. When did you know so much more about royalty?

Anyway, there's no color in the expression or voice that worries or works for my real son. I guess I should call it boulder.

"Now… report on the assignment"

The Prime Minister urges.

……

Craig withheld his answer in silence. Quite an actor. I'm not escorting food transport at all. I don't need it anymore.

"Hmm. If the kingdom acknowledges the earlier conditions, the empire will act as soon as possible."

A magnificent man not as black as the prince, beside the black prince, said. It's a tongue-in-cheek voice. What's the deal?

I saw Grand Duke Bertoldo. Euphilia is the expression that pushed her emotions to death. I mean, it's pretty bad.

"Oh, if you guarantee the safety of your troops in the form of the Prophetic Witch's accompaniment, let's defeat my dragon and show it"

said the prince. I see, is there a royal family over there who leads their own troops? So he said to take Alfina as a hostage. Don't be ridiculous.

"Oh prince. That's enough."

Craig smiled and looked back at us. Put that on the signal and put your hands on the cloth that Claudia and I carried.

The sound of billies echoed in the hall.

Some of the cloth caught on the carrier was ripped off. It's a little bit of a force, isn't it? Me and Claudia.

Besides, the people on the field don't seem to be able to afford to care about that. Scales hidden beneath the cloth reflected light. I can see everyone breathing in unison.

What suddenly appeared during the glance was an object that did not correspond to the elegant atmosphere. A vicious monster who stopped time with his mouth wide open is staring into the void with his eyes open.

"The Third Knights, a greedy dragon hayrite nestled in Mount Tuvire and threatening Kurtheit, have defeated this street!

Silence overshadowed the sight. I guess it's too huge and vicious a neck to be accompanied by the recognition of the court ministers. But some people can recognize the monster as soon as possible.

"I took a dragon..." I can defeat you with half-life power... "

Those are the words of that damned prince. Until just now, my confident expression is broken. The guards in the same outfit behind him also saw a clear upset.

"Oh, my God, now the kingdom has been saved." "That's His Highness Craig." "Exactly the kingdom's sword."

Later, the court ministers cheer one after the other.

"That's why, Your Highness, Dagobad. My country took off the crisis. We don't need to strain the Empire's crusade against the Warcraft, and we think it's superimposed for each other."

"... His Highness Craig's name will ring to the Empire. I'd love to hear that brave talk."

Apparently, he got back on his feet. In defeat, they also plant seeds that scatter discord over the future of the kingdom.

"Well, whatever it is, it looks like no more negotiations have been used. We got loads on our shoulders too."

"Ha, this is..., congratulations... na"

To the words of Euphiria, the Imperial Envoy, who was bewildered, replied with a trembling cheek and words.

"I will not forget this offer of cooperation, as a kingdom"

The king spoke up. The Imperial Mission pays tribute to the King. And I started pulling it up simultaneously. Is there no such thing as a sloppy social dictionary?

But the black prince does not go straight to the exit, but approaches the neck of the greedy dragon.

"Well, isn't this another big one..."

I looked inexorably at the severed neck. Nearly intact from the neck to the top, by the way. You won't know just what kind of battle took place from now on.

After the military exchanged unfriendly glances at each other, Dagobad stopped by me for some reason.

"... you, you saw it somewhere.... Yes, the witch princess at that downstairs festival..."

I lay my face down like I was scared. The cold sweat drips. You don't have to remember the faces of civilians.

The prince saw one of the escorts who had caught up with him. A man looked at me and shook his head.

"Oh, you can't do that."

I don't know what I did, but he thankfully lost interest. The prince left the hall early enough.

Well, I totally remember your face this way. Be on guard.