The Economics of Prophecy

"What's the big deal, being defensive, not offensive?

Breaking the silence, Mathier said.

"Specifically?

"............... just saying. Because I know. You're just gonna get poorer."

A room on the ground floor of the old building with scattered paper with schematics. We had a dark face. In a week since then, there has been no step forward in the development of new weapons. They just pile up the wreckage of less than an idea. And someone's on the sidewalk like right now. It was me last time, and before that, it was Noel.

Incidentally, the frequency with which this hand speaks is inversely proportional to the probability that a new idea will emerge.

My brain dwarf hasn't said anything yet. You had a good rest while I was flirting with multitasking.

"Whatever you want is too demanding..."

Noel makes a weak noise. She is deeply involved in post-development production. You must be feeling more oppressed than I am when it's done in the lab.

"It's harder than you can imagine to create a magic guide from scratch."

I looked up to heaven. And I stopped gazing at the ceiling as it was. Alfina on this......

"... are you worried about upstairs?

"Yes, no, not like that"

They poked me in the face and I rushed back.

"Fine, you need a little change of mood. I'm also concerned about purple magic, and let's go check it out a little above."

I nodded silently at the sarcastic words of Mathier.

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Up the stairs. It keeps up with my legs every step of the way. When I opened the door, there was light inside.

"Ah, Ricardo. What's up?"

Alfina looked back at me. Before Alfina is the generator of purple magic. Across the street is Fulsey with an antenna. Claudia is holding back at the window.

"Alfina. Are you okay... so much..."

Bright purple filled indoors. It occurs to flood from a hemispherical generator. It's bad for the heart to associate footage of a reactor from a previous life. It comes indirectly from magic at the point it looks like me, even if I know it's something completely different in principle.

"Ricardo is the one. You look tired. I'm not pushing you..."

Watch as Alfina peeks into my face as she approaches me. I see Alfina too. I don't see any pain or fatigue on my beautiful face.

"Cohon. Is the purple magic generator progressing?"

I heard it with the face that Mathier was drawn to. I notice myself staring at Alfina. Alfina also got a stiff face. We were all annoyed.

"Well, you can say it's going well. Efficiency and control have advanced considerably."

Fulsey said. Alfina nods. Again, I turned my eyes to the purple magic generator. Look, there's no big change in shape.

Big balls and little toys. Deep red and black demonic crystals sandwiched in it. Purple magic is emanating from it. The magic generated reflects on the ball and then heads to the ceiling. Indeed, the light that illuminates the room is much greater than before.

"Watch"

When Alfina hands on the two types of demonic crystals in the center, the columns of light widen.

"As far as I can see, you're spreading it out in stages."

I said it like Mathier was impressed.

"Thanks to the princess's help, the experiment went on all at once. When it comes to feeling the purple magic in detail, it doesn't even reach under our feet."

Fulsey praises Alfina. But I honestly don't nod.

"Oh, really? But..."

I saw Alfina.

"Aren't you too close?

"Not as good as Ricardo and Alfina."

Mathier said.

"It would have been more efficient. Take a good look."

Fulsey came. Even though the light that illuminates the room is bright when you look closely, the light in the center is rather weaker than last time you saw it.

"It's all right, Kardo. Unlike crystals, it's not that much of a burden on your head."

I see, because the image doesn't convey, doesn't the brain need to process high-density information? Processing is basically an interaction. To say that it will decrease is to say that there will be less interaction. In other words, the burden on Alfina is reduced. But......

"Just in case, did you have more hair loss on your pillow when you woke up in the morning, or did your passage change?"

I asked unexpectedly from an association that wasn't even on the edge earlier.

"Oh, my God, I'm asking you."

Claudia came to the window as if it were a mistake. "I don't think so," Alfina tells me in a small voice, blushing. Are you still worried? Well, if you have that level of problem, it must have a huge impact on the life expectancy of the witch princess I've looked into before.

"If it's pillow hair, why don't Ricardo check it out?

"Hey, we're not in that relationship... Curator. That went a long way. Is there a problem?"

I realised that Mathilde was making fun of me, and I turned to Fulsey.

"I had a hard time finding a fully reflective catalyst. Well, thank God for the array you made me make."

Fulsey pointed to the silver coat on the surface of the ball, large and small. Even after going to look for a catalyst to reflex magic into the new building before this, they were making even more attempts and mistakes.

By the way, that's what Array said to Vinaldia when I was clamming for the unproductive magic catalyst. Have you done it yet?

"The problem is, you need the princess's help to get this far."

"That's..."

It's a story I can't miss hearing. Doesn't that mean we need to take Alfina to the battlefield?

"Well, I'll do what I can. In short, we should invent and reproduce what the princess is doing with magic props and catalysts. I don't know the answer to that."

Fulsey came. Sure, this old man is magical, magical, but he has come true as my obscure device of previous life.

"Thanks to the understanding of the treatment of purple magic, antennas and the like began to advance as well. Thanks to the princess, too."

"That's not true. Thanks to the curator."

Alfina humbles. It is true that Fulsey's power is extremely great with regard to this hand, but there is no doubt that Alfina is also making a significant contribution. Was what I did still a mistake?

"That's good news."

Antennas for capturing purple magic vents as soon as possible. This is also an important element.

"So it's time for Noel and His Royal Highness Maitir to cooperate... You seem to be struggling."

"Clearly, it's not working."

Mathier laughed bitterly. Noel nodded.

"Well, let's hear your story first. In the current control relationship, the use of the magic guide circuit..."

Fulsey and the others start consulting.

"Ricardo. I know it's tough, but don't push it."

"It's not nice."

I get smaller with pity. Well, then, what I did wasn't part of the project.

"... I've said it before. I'm glad you're worried."

Alfina smiled. Well, I do worry about things I worry about. Safer than crystals, what we're doing is an unknown experiment. Something terrible……………. I felt uncomfortable when I saw the purple magic generator.

"... like this just didn't happen in the center"

Its center sandwiched by a ball up and down, where you can see white light like a thin line. Plus, it looks a little stronger while you're watching.

"Oh well. Time is running out. It's useless in the sense of spreading magic. Not much. The way the Lord assumes to use it will flash pulsating. Practically speaking, there's a problem."

There was Fulsey looking back.

"Oh, that's funny. Maybe Ricardo knows why."

Mathier went like teasing me.

"... oh, maybe"

Something got into it. I saw a light source in the center of the light, crimson and negative demonic crystals.

What did I think when I found out who the Negative Demon Crystal was? Positive not negative...... I thought it was a positive-hole substance. Positive pore material, equivalent to a P-type semiconductor in previous life. If you think the same way, the normal demonic crystal is an N-type semiconductor. The P-type and N-type semiconductors are combined to drop electrons to produce pure light wavelengths.

And a mirror. What you're doing is still with me. And the nature of the phenomenon is….

Why didn't I notice? With this...... No, wait, just a thought. There are a few problems.

"... still, it's worth a try. Hey, I need you to get something ready..."

I looked back to the magic squad. And there were three frightened faces, and a man of respect.

"I don't know, but it sounds like you've come up with something extraordinary, as usual"

"Bye.... I think it's strange that it took me a while this time."

"... more work to do again"

No, I'm not sure yet...