The Economics of Prophecy

"That's the limit to the distance from Prism. If you let it go any further, it will be too blurry and the separability will drop...... The next time I think about it, it's slit..."

Maityle supports her forehead with an arm she poked at her desk. Its eyes come and go over sensational demon paper that shows nothing as possessed. I shake my head from time to time, look at the notes I bring, and shake my head again.

"Noel. Adjusting the thickness of the slit is"

"Yes. It'll take a little longer. Well, changing the thickness... I knew the magic would spread."

I think so, and suddenly I look back at Noel, and I make a confirmation in the least words. Noel returns it in a nervous voice. By the way, Fulsey is not here to improve the Sensory Demon Paper. They change the paper quality that is the foundation, not the catalyst that senses magic.

"Hurry up anyway. If this policy doesn't work, I need to think about next... To reduce the loss of prism…"

A week after the salad experiment, Mathier's health was deteriorating behind my expectations. Her complexion is blue and white even if she tries to stay away. Besides, there's even a neighborhood around the corner.

I can't even relate to the sorcery squad that should have worked. Some of this will be due to the lack of research going on, but the main reason would be that Noel and Fulsey rode my little worker. I mean, I messed up the management.

"His Royal Highness Maitir"

I'm busy.

"Don't be too pushy. The lights are late in the Duke's mansion..."

"Shut up, princess, who gives you an extra mouth for nothing."

"No, I'm worried about anyone with that complexion."

I stuck my mouth in it, too.

"I'm cooperating exactly as your policy suggests. If you're complaining about not improving the device, give me a plan."

Mathier stares at me.

"I don't have any complaints over there. Just..."

"If you're not talking about research, you don't have to ask. What I need is your knowledge, what you need is my knowledge. Right."

I fall back on Mathilde's words.

◇ ◇

Mathilde got rid of me. I headed to the curator's office. Shelly and Lilka, and Meer, are also asked to come to the room.

"His Royal Highness's meal at the Duke's mansion has remained the same... No, rather, he says the amount of meals is slightly reduced..."

Alfina explains the information from the Duchess. There are two suggestions for improvement that I have conveyed, and I want you to have one fruit for breakfast. It's about having more salads served for lunch.

But I still don't eat a bite of breakfast. The salad before lunch, they tried to eat the first few days. However, the amount of staple foods has decreased rather than increased. I suggested the salad so that it was okay to eat the staple food well, but I couldn't help but lose my key appetite in the first place.

"It's not honorable. Completely failed."

"What do you say to the crown princess Ohime? I'm not being a little selfish. How hard Shelley had to put that thing in place. Well, this time..."

"... I'm pretty sure Delicacy did too much the way Vinder did"

"By and large, Vinder doesn't treat girls like that. Maybe it's because of the environment."

"... right. It's Master Alfina and Meer who are closest."

"I think Shelly's pretty sweet for Vinder, too."

"Yes, don't be with me. I'm just involved!

Shelley denies the momentum. Yeah, you're involved a lot, I think.

"Cohon. How was it when you were in Kurtheit? Meer."

I asked Meer. By the way, when I took this story to Meer last night, she got a huge sigh. And he blocked me from trying to explain and went to Alfina's room.

"In a nutshell, it's functional. I was thorough in my attitude of managing people and myself. Personally, that's an empathetic way to do it. For example…"

Meer explains how Mayteer is doing at Kurtheit.

"Manage personnel with symbols and numbers…. You're thorough."

I find it disgusting if only against others, but it seems that Mathier did the same for herself. Well, if you say so as you imagine. I mean......

"So I thought experimentation would be more acceptable to Nori."

"If your predecessors and His Royal Highness Maityle were in the opposite position, or you might have been amused"

Meer adds.... I'm sorry.

"Right. I think you're still mentally burdened by the same environment as the hostages."

"Especially if you tried to be His Highness Maitir, you would have been aware that your senior had called you to come to the King's Capital."

"... I see"

A senior who has studied abroad said. Above all, you need to set your own rules in order to execute 'When you enter your home, follow your home' in a very different environment. "I realized how difficult it was to do what was normally done in Japan. It's especially difficult to stay focused," he said. They say every normal thing that happens around them rocks the brain as a murmur.

The senior was over there, apparently writing on paper about what he was going to do before he started working on it. They showed me that notebook, but it was like I was a manual.

Conditions are worse in the case of Mathier. Anyway, I'm a hostage in an enemy country just now. I was joking, but now that I think about it, I had those remarks.

"Nor did I explain it properly. The proposal itself was wrong."

At least Mathier tried to implement my suggestion when it came to lunch. But it got worse the other way around. Now I suppose the main cause of loss of appetite was stress, and the differences in dietary culture and the resulting drowsiness were factors that further fuelled it.

"... because I tried to deal with the loss of appetite caused by stress in a way that increased stress. That would fail."

I tried to control Maityle's blood sugar levels, not Maityle's. It's a bad habit to try to manage relationships logically.

"Sounds like you know. The way I put it...... Well, he seems to be a senior."

"I wish I could have followed you."

"They're both sweet. Bad vinder handled cheaply getting involved in a girl's physical condition"

Oh, I see, is that what Lilka and Shelley just meant?

"Oh, because I get it. I knew the reason for my failure."

"So, how do you recover it?

Lilka asked.

"I don't know what to do..."

Take everyone's gaze and I'll think about it. I know what caused the failure. And the very policy of letting Maitille have a good lunch wasn't denied. Then the problem is how to do it.

"By moderating fluctuations in blood sugar levels, we insist on a policy of having a good lunch. However, moving the target to carbohydrate instead of salad… to staple foods… I guess"

I think the salad would be the best, considering only Maityle's physical condition. But they're human. If you like carbohydrates, you just have to improve them with carbohydrates.

"There must be staples where digestive absorption is more mild than bread, even if it's not as good as salad. For example, just turning bread into regular black bread will help."

"Doesn't that taste bad? If you try to be the Duchess, you'll be doing the best you can. There are a lot of problems with formatting other royal families."

"Right. You won't even be able to just change His Highness's bread. The meal of the Duke's mansion itself will be matched by His Highness Maitir. Because that's what we've been discouraged from doing once."

"Could it be a new source of stress? Then I'd rather have a completely different food."

Indeed, the lowest GI of staple foods with wheat, the rate of absorption is mild, it should have been pasta. But it's not here. I have flour, but unlike udon, it shouldn't have been possible if I had condensed it with water and salt. Moreover, the slow digestion and absorption of pasta should have been due to the fact that it uses a special variety of wheat as its raw material.

You may be able to buy candidate wheat if you ask Kenwell, but it takes time to select ingredients that you don't know how to make.

No bread. No rice either...... Speaking of other staple foods, corn......, sweet potatoes...... Same, I don't even know if there is. Did you have potatoes? But you're absorbing so fast. Powder the beans straight......

I can't. There were soybean products in my previous life that were considered good for my health, but they were all delicious levels for alternatives. Wheat and rice gained staple food status for a good reason. Grains are grains......

"No, not to mention..."

I remember one ingredient. There's food. There's grain that was often eaten even in modern Japan, where it was touched. Besides...

"It was Garrett who got out when he asked Lisaberto."

"... yeah, I don't really remember the flavor"

Shelley said.

"Maybe soba can do it."

What came to mind in my brain was a nostalgic taste of previous life. Soba is a fine staple. And the digestive absorption should have been much more mild than the flour. I've never beaten soba, but I bet 28 soba meant soba flour 8 for flour 2. There were also products containing 10% soba flour. At least it seems less challenging than pasta.

It changes shape altogether, so if you push it as a rare food......

"No, there's no sauce"

I really have soy sauce to eat soba. And bonito. If it was enough to recreate these two super difficulty ingredients, it would still be better to recreate the way pasta is made. Even if it can be done, it is likely to repeat the failures of the lamb.

"No..."

I put my face down on the desk before the paper I erased when I wrote the candidate.

"Yes. Tea"

Shelly put the cup in front of me. A calming green tea aroma soothes me just a little.

"I brought it with me when I delivered the dressing to the Duke's residence, but it was very popular."

With that said, Shelly's face is cloudy.

"What's going on?

"... I thought I had tea with the Duchess."

"Good for you."

"... because it's Vinder's fault. They asked me a lot."

Shelley says something meaningful.

"Why?............... Oh, good. Because I get it. Let's get back to business."

I forgot, but I once had one brother in exile from the country.

"Anyway, it's something that I have now, and it's easy for me to make, and how to cook it..."

I check the ingredients in my hand. There's also a line of dressings we've all made in front of us. Olive oil, chili peppers, and certainly garlic are common, too. Later, the bacon I was asking Senior Dulgan for. Now if you have pasta......

I remember one of the dishes of my previous life. Array is easy and tasty. And cheap. That was like cooking on the side of a poor student. It's an appetizing element. I think they said something about pasta for the poor, but this way...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Wait. I don't have any pasta..."

There was a noodle dish floating in my brain that I had only eaten once in my previous life.

"Hey, Shelly. Matcha stockpiles are secure."

"I'm fine because you're asking me to. … it's not cheap to get in the mood with ice cream"

"No, it's not ice cream. And I want to get the array I just said. It's made in the kingdom."

"... Ask Senior Rosston"

Shelley said. Senior Roston's place handles rare fruits and cereals. All right, do you have all the ingredients if the bacon that I was asking Senior Dulgan for later comes?

"You came up with something."

"I'm not very confident, but just one thing. I just don't know how to get them to eat..."

It would be counterproductive if I moved on now.

"Leave it to me. I think we can create opportunities in the form of delivering rare dishes to the Duchess."

Alfina said.

"That still takes a form close to coercion..."

"Ricardo is not only thinking about his body, but also about his heart."

Alfina looked at me and asked.

"I can't guarantee you'll like it, but I'm going to"

I nodded as my eyes pushed me. At least this time the idea isn't just about function.

"Then I'm sure you'll be fine. Because Ricardo is just not good at telling. Well, when you figure that out, that's it..."

Alfina grinned.

"… I will follow up by explaining that we have all been swayed by seniors"

Meer said.

"Is that a follow up?

"It's not a senior, it's a follow-up to Noel. Using seniors as enemies, your relationship with Noel may be repaired"

Lilka and Shelley blew out on Meer's words.

"... I see. Do that."

I nodded.