The Economics of Prophecy

A small wheat field in the center of the basin and a bean field that sticks to the mountains. There is no vibrancy in the small world overlooking the mansion at the foot of the mountain. Less than six months away, there were many more scars in my hometown.

The trace of the burnt village is by a dragon named Baguild.

Lisaberto saw the East. A cloudy mountain range oppresses her with a presence beyond distance. Mountains of despair. When the sun passes over that mountain range, it is so angry that it is stained red and visible.

She was studying in the kingdom, and she remembered that across the river, that was called the Mountains of Blood.

I think it would be so nominal, but there was little vigilance for the mountains that made them feel desperate. It seems that the Red Forest is a far more realistic fear, which is within the daily routine for the Empire. It's something I felt unreasonable about the difference between where I was born.

There's no blood over there. It is the nest of dragons that strikes every few years. Baguild is one of them. Most importantly, some basin was attacked once a year when she was born.

Even so, it makes no difference that my hometown is now on the verge of doom. Close to the Blood Mountains, this basin is expensive for the center to protect and is small worth protecting.

See the meadows where Lisaberto's gaze is sandwiched between the mountains of despair and the great river of hope. How much easier it would be to use that land hanging in the habitat of Feilong Wyburn.

(I can't help asking for the impossible. Because reinforcements are finally coming. Thanks to this......)

Lisaberto can put his strength into the bottle in his hand. It contains about a third of the faintly purple powder.

"Will the Crusaders really come"

Anne, the samurai, looked at the Lord worried.

"There will be no difference in the tasks officially decided by the Black Legion. Besides, this time it means more than saving our territory."

Lisaberto's face clouded with guilt. Measuring the poisonous effect of weakening the dragon has the same meaning as measuring the kingdom's military power. That much can be seen by Lisaberto.

"Princess."

Ann pointed to the basin. I saw a black legion showing up in the basin through the red forest. It doesn't break its wedge-like formation and approaches it at an unlikely rate. I saw the inhabitants on the road rushing away.

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"I'm sure you're ready."

The prince in black, Dagobad, said from the top of his head. A two-legged walking warcraft, 1.5 times the height and four times the weight of a horse, approaches the front of the leatherbelt unconstitutionally. Ann rushes out in front of Lisa Belt.

Lisaberto stopped the samurai and looked straight up at Dagobird. A black compass engraved with a red pattern wraps up to the elbow of the man's turned up arm.

"We appreciate the rescue, Your Highness. We are ready to release the poisoned horse into the Baguild's temporary nest as instructed."

Lisaberto answered politely. In the kingdom, she named herself the Fourth Empress, but the order in which she was born makes no sense in the empire.

The man in front of her is second in succession to the throne, and her ranking is out of election.

"Hmm. Its poison, but does it really work? I thought they found a civilian with absolutely no magical qualities."

Dagobird laughed with his nose.

"Oh, you've come to make sure of that."

A white horse dragon car lined up next to Dagobad so as to crack an army on horse dragons.

The car door opened and a beautiful girl with bright purple hair stretched out to her waist showed her face. It's the same black costume as Dagobird, but it's a robe, not armor. Embroidery of gold thread covers the surface. The spread cuffs are tightly tied.

"Have you come to His Royal Highness, Mathilde?"

Lisaberto was surprised at the appearance of the first successor to the throne. A genius who should be a year younger than himself, but already has the title of mentor and reigns in the lab of the Imperial capital.

It is said that in his battle with the Warcraft, his forefathers advanced the magic guide, which he produced at many sacrifices, by himself for ten years.

"Only a few of my men brought me here. I'm your companion. If we leave it to Dagobad, we could ignore the mission and attack the kingdom. After that, dragon research."

"You can't be a credit for saving such a remote place. But I will obey the rules of the council of elders."

"That's fine. I'm also interested in the pollen. According to information obtained from the Grand Duke of the East, the Knights of the Kingdom were trumpets when they fought dragons, so you can't ignore them."

"The incompetent prince can't get the real thing for it. For some reason, Lisaberto got it. Why would I give you such a precious thing?

Dagobird stares at Lisa Belt. She endured that gaze.

"That's the real question. But you still think we're being hunted down by the Warcraft over there. Fools who have stopped recognizing fifty years ago."

Mathier grinned cold.

"We didn't understand our power over this period. This decade, no, fifty years. If we knew how much power we had gained, we would have fallen."

"As far as I'm concerned, I wonder how that fool found the poison. In the Grand Duke's writ to the east, you're talking about how the Knights happened to grow in the mountains they were training. Coincidences can create discoveries…"

Maityle put her index finger on her forehead and thought a little.

"Well, you'll know that from now on if you verify it. I hope Dagobad doesn't screw it up."

"Don't be silly, assuming that doesn't help at all, there's no shortage to raise one dragon to a blood festival in my unit today"

There are more than a hundred horse dragons lined up neatly behind the black prince. It's a far bigger force than she hoped. This will save my hometown. It was supposed to be reassuring, but Lisaberto was anxious about the enormous force of the war directed against the small basin.

"If this poison is useful, it can greatly reduce the threat of dragons, the number one warcraft damage. That the kingdom is ready to sell to my country depending on the negotiations. It is in my opinion in the interests of the Empire if it is realized…"

Lisbeth said what Craig told her when she was given the pollen. It's also hard to believe that it was that boy with no qualities whatsoever who took it.

Still, she wanted to believe that unlikely story.

"Right. Well, it depends on the effect. But if Leezaberto lied to save his own turf, be prepared to do the right thing. You know what it means to lose even one of your precious empires."

A man in front of you would say that one horse dragon is worth more than her.

There is no falsehood in the fact that they have so far defeated many warcraft and defended the people of the Empire. Even if that priority is brutal, it is something she cannot do.

And I also understand how much they are paying to gain that power. Even for this horse dragon, he succeeded in his service at many sacrifices. Today, enormous State spending is still being invested in its development.

"Just in case, would you like me to give you some leftover poison too? Because we need samples."

After a little hesitation, Lisaberto gave him the bottle. They exchanged their eyes. Dagobad signaled her to back off just saying she had done her errands.

"Out of the line."

A blue light travels from Dagobad's arm to the horse dragon. A giant animal that was stopping the movement flipped the giant when it shivered all the time.

The wind caused by the tail, which became like a whip, struck Lisaberto's cheek.

A cursor rises from the red forest closest to the Mountains of Despair. I hear the dragon ate up the bait. A black army of horse dragons that sway the earth and walk away. It is one of the few surviving knights in her parents' house who is desperate to follow it.

Dagobird raved that he could defeat the Baguild on his own, but if the poison didn't work, they would be used as throwing stones. Lisaberto had to drop it off as he prayed.