The Economics of Prophecy

"His Royal Highness Maitir......"

"Oh, you're still here today. I've been showing my face a lot lately, but I wonder what I can do for you."

Alfina, who tried to speak to Maityle at the entrance to the lab, becomes Maityle's sarcastically troubled face. Well, I don't know anything about it. I'm worried about you and I'm even discussing it with the depositors.

"We also need Alfina to know about the Magic Spectrum"

I told you. Maityle moved her eyes quickly to the left and right.

"... if Ricardo says so, I believe you. If you're involved in research, I want you to tell me exactly why."

"It's a crystal of prophecy. We need the help of Alfina to find out what magic wavelengths are when crystals pronounce prophecies."

"............ right. I'm interested, too."

Mathier nodded after hissing her eyebrows for a moment. I don't feel as obsessed with the crystals of prophecy as Dagobad, but I still know something. Well, good now.

"Of course, the crystal of prophecy is the kingdom's state secret, so I can't tell you how it turned out,"

"Why not!... Sort of good. I couldn't help but be convinced."

said Mathier with a face he didn't give up no matter what he thought. Just suggesting you want to analyze the crystal of prophecy, but it's political. It would suck if they suspected the privatization of crystals. Besides, what about the results…. Anyway, concentrate on another problem.

Once again, I look up to Mathier. Back to back with the same sideless attitude, he's clearly pale. According to the Duchess, her appetite is as low as ever. It's salvation that hasn't diminished, but it's poverty.

"So, what about our daughter? I think I saw it when I first got here."

I shifted my gaze to Sherry, where Mathier is with Alfina. Even though I wasn't stared at, Shelley was frigid. I hope you don't threaten my lab assistant today.

"Oh, because of Vinder today... I brought you a Belmini Chamber of Commerce product at Vinder's request, not"

Shelley put two baskets on the table in both hands.

"Belmini......, that's definitely that green tea. I'm looking forward to that."

Sherry trembles under pressure. The vegetable store's daughter takes the main merchandise of the Chamber of Commerce out of a fearful basket.

A wide variety of leaves pile up on deep plates. I was provided with vegetables in as many colors as possible: green, red and yellow. The crop could only be taken that season. It was a difficult order here, but it's a boulder. The colorful salad just looks delicious. Ooh, I'm also changing the way I cut according to each type. I'm a boulder vegetable expert.

But Mathier's face gets tougher in proportion to the thickness of the leaves stacked on the plate.

"Is there even a salad in the kingdom before tea? I'm sorry, but I don't know what's good or bad about vegetables."

He doesn't hate it, he's going to be at the very least concerned with the way he says he doesn't know what's good or bad. But I want you to be more careful because they're Sherry. Look, I'm stunned.

"What's that way more than that?

Mathier's eyes moved to the next thing Shelley took out.

"It's a nut yokan I made recently."

You turned away from the salad, and Mathilde was intrigued by the lamb. Unlike the usual black monochrome, there are white nuts inside. It is a chestnut lamb that was familiar to Japan. I recently got it from Senior Rosston.

"Sounds delicious. I'm over there."

"If you don't eat salad, you can't serve it."

"Why not? You... say something loud to Ricardo. Then you don't have to eat anything else."

"His Royal Highness Maitir. This is for His Highness Ricardo..."

"Oh, it's the hospitality of the kingdom to feed you what you don't like?

Alfina tries to take it away, but Mathier turns away a lot.

"Well, I'm working on it right there. Become, Shelly."

"... is, yes. I have prepared three dressings that are rare in the kingdom, just to please His Highness at all."

Staring at me with the hurdles up, Sherry opened another basket. When you take out the three small pots inside, open the lid directed at Mayteel. It has an appetizing sour smell. The kettle contains white, yellow and brown viscous liquids.

"The colors are interesting..."

Mathier's eyes turned only slightly to the dressing.

Human taste is rare or made to favor important nutrients. Humans are slaves to the brain, and the brain doesn't act unhappy no matter how troubled the body is. And the brain is basically lazy. I don't like collecting food, which is heavy labor.

That's why I have taste preferences as well as appetite. It's difficult to be satisfied with vegetables that are commonplace and have low calories per volume.

What makes the brain happy is rare or high calorie food. Salt, high calorie oil, sugar, etc. Junk that was sweeping the previous world food industry...... I have heard that fast food was desperate to work on the customer's brain by devising these three different proportions.

I have examined and verified commercial dressings once. Low calories, or low fat items, are saltier. Greasy items were low in salt. Dressing is a mechanism whereby the brain tricks you into eating vegetables with the flavor you so strongly desire.

I prepared three dressings to feed Maite.

The first white dressing was made with olive oil mayonnaise broth made with the help of Lilka. What a Caesar dressing.

The second yellow is honey mustard sauce. A mixture of honey and mustard from Vinder's main product. The third is dressing with chili on onions, vinegar and vegetable oil. It has a hint of yuzu on the hidden flavor. Is this the closest to this standard?

Of course, as a hidden flavour, all three varieties also add sugar and adjust the flavour.

In other words, colorful vegetables and three dressings for visual, taste and even more curiosity. It's an operation to trick your brain thoroughly.

"... maybe not worse than normal. Yeah, it's rare and good."

Mathier tries three different dressings one after the other. But I ended up putting the fork down with three bites.

"Come on, I ate it. Then I'll take your yokan."

No, no, you can't experiment with such a small amount. I have no choice, do I use the last method of negotiation?

"Oh, my God. This is an essential experiment for this project."

"Experiment??

Mathier's eyes turned back on me when I was facing the lamb.

"What experiments"

"That means having fun after the results."

I clouded my words. Mathier looks me in the eye. I keep silent. I'm not lying. This joint study needs to restore Mayteer's health. And I don't want to give you any more preconceptions than it is an experiment.

"Did you guys say this and they followed you?

Mathier asked Fulsey and Noel.

"... well, how many times have you been attached to this guy's rare food?"

"Yes. We've been forced to eat a lot so far."

The two get on with it. You didn't lie, yeah.

"Well, what I showed you before was the magic catalyst I cultured with sugar, but I wonder what it is this time"

When I fall, Mathilde stares at me like she sees a demon.

"... not a salad. What other way?

"If you want to eat something boiled paper, think about it."

"............... you should eat the salad"

"Oh, yeah. All of it."

Look at Mayteel, who obviously started eating salads reluctantly. I gave Shelley and the others my attention. Why, Shelly, Noel looks at me like he's pulling more and more. Alfina also looks at me with worrying eyes.

If you're going to keyword the experiment, the most effective would be the power to "eat the salad or you won't let me take part in the research". I kept it to this extent because improving my diet is important to my autonomy...

Mayteel can't help but eat a salad. As you aim, it feels like changing the flavor over and over again with three different dressings and forcing it into your mouth.

Now for the reward of good work, let me give you a new piece of lamb. Plenty of service.