The Economics of Prophecy

Place the crown on the table beside the chair, which has no function of protecting the head against the steady weight, and line it with Wang Xuan, who, if he receives the sword, is likely to break. Gold and silver embellishments and patterned gems on the swords worn on the hips. It seems difficult to use.

Well, if I'm gonna pull this out in the future, I'm gonna lose at that point.

My father's office, which I visited many times as a subordinate. Sitting back in that chair I was taking a short break. The righteousness of a shoulder reign has finally come to an end. The ritual itself is nothing. No matter how exaggerated you are, you just have to get on with it. It doesn't happen unexpectedly.

"Problem is next..."

"Sire?"

You captured my crush, and the man I had refrained from before turned to me in surprise. Duke of Yerberg. Foreign Secretary of the Kingdom. He is also my brother-in-law because he is my sister's husband. He's the only one in the room. Neither the Chancellor, Lord Grinisias, nor the Commander-in-Chief of the Knights, Marquis Tenberg.

Because he is about as close to neutrality as any of his relatives.

"How was the holding room?"

"Did I just say it was generally as expected...... His Highness Dresdia was admired for the prudence of His Highness Alfina's disguise, which was ironic as if it were Lord Disaster's responsibility."

"That's a pretty thing."

"Right. Neither did my wife."

Dresdia is highly opposed to Alfina. Do you feel that the sister-in-law and his wife are stranded on the periphery, which is the front line of disaster? On the other hand, I am the future Grand Duchess. My other sister would be in tune with Dresdia one way or another, but she basically doesn't move from herself.

"What about my two brother-in-law?

"A few words that can also be taken as restraint about what to do with Lord Disaster's authority in the future... It's quite a complicated position."

Ricardo, Lord Disaster, is the most expensive official position. But his identity is civilian. Could be, my wife is a princess. It's a mess.

It's not enough to set up a new Grand Duke by giving it all the territory across the river, mainly the new city.

"Ricardo hardly ever showed his face here in the last three years. Contrary to the development of the new city, it would be creepy to reject it too quietly"

Ricardo doesn't weigh his face enough to go at all. Stick to your position as a merchant. If that really makes me a merchant, I'd have to change my definition of a merchant about the throne.

"The two brother-in-law, Uncle Greenicias and Viscount Tenberg, are approaching the former Second...... Kurtheit remnants rubbing off in almost half, and merchants more affected by business by the new city. You have to take this opportunity to show your attitude against those under your umbrella."

"That's the role, so there's only some degree to it. There seems to be a lot of rumors going on about creating a gap between me and Ricardo."

"Yes, sir disaster, rumors of conspiracy, suspicion of each of your majesty and your lord?"

"If it's enough to make that place independent as a principality, it's easier said than done."

"Your Majesty"

"I know. Anything else?

"One problem statement."

Yerberg whispered.

"You said that you should put Alex in the King's Capital!!

I accidentally lifted my hips. I don't care how much Ricardo is ridiculed for his identity or anything else. But......

"Though it is a common sense decision to refer to the Son as the King's Capital more than Lord Disaster devotes to the Far East"

"I dismissed that opinion every time I came out. Ricardo will never forgive what he's got in him."

Previously, my brother made a convenience for the Empire to grab Ricardo's sister's share. For those in that position, one civilian, sacrificing for his own benefit, etc. is what we normally do. With that, I don't assume a counterattack will come.

The only thing my brother should have been wary of was finding out about his insider with the Empire. But the result is...

"It was only a matter of degree to the Wang Capital for education..."

"You have to deny it in some way."

Even though it's hard. Add extra work.

The door opens and the chief of staff prompts me that it's time. It's not even comparable to the ritual of reign or anything else, today's production begins. I'm also looking forward to seeing how you use the magic props you're receiving reports on.

Later, and how they might have handled it. I stood up when I used the materials for a few people that I had to look into.

"Your Majesty, you forgot your crown."

said Yelberg.

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When I showed up at the venue, the queues who stood and waited fell on their knees. It's a big deal, but we can't neglect it any more than it is the king's primary role to bind his courtship as a nation.

At the same time, we need to speed up whatever we do in the future. It's troubling how to balance the two conflicting.

The hall seat, which is the venue, is divided into two main parts. It is the nobles who are lining up in front. The luncheon before the dinner party, which is the real deal, limits the row attendees to young people.

Baron Emeritus because it is the merchants who line the table behind them, even though they are representatives of each guild? Hmm, that's the new carriage guild, and that's the representative of the liquor guild?

Focus on me. Son of Grinisias and Tenberg on the far left and right. And the sisters. The members of the Central Garden refrain from walling. Everyone knows their faces. I've spoken a few words.

Ricardo and Alfina are there too. You're the host of this meeting, so to speak. Cabinet members standing alongside merchants. The problem is not the ease of position, but the speed with which the information is communicated.

Should we still hurry to simplify the liturgy thoughtfully...... Well, don't let this be the judgment material.

"I have been given His Majesty's extraordinary seat to start the luncheon. We are honored and honored."

Is the host Luitzer? Suitable. That's the best part of the story.

"I've been looking forward to it. Everyone, this is a belly between rituals. You should enjoy yourself."

My words make my two brother-in-law and his wife look horrible. This luncheon is only semi-formal. We would have thought that the dinner party we focus on was the real deal.

Can't you see Ricardo is as horrible as you guys are?

"Enjoy your aperitif first. This will be a dedication from the Vinder Chamber of Commerce in Central Garden."

I had heard the order, but all of a sudden it was Ricardo's turn. Well, what comes out.

An elongated glass is distributed to the table. The glass has white droplets. The glass itself is chilled. Naturally, it means the liquor is cold too. With this number of people, it's a huge cost. The attendees are bothering us early.

There Ricardo hung his finger on the bottle. That's an odd form of cork. "Be careful, there will be noise," Ricardo said, pulling the cork out toward the ceiling.

Pom! sounds and something like white hot air rise up. Then I heard the bubbling sound. Receive a glass of overflowing contents from a bottle in Ricardo's hand.

Now, the venue is half of what comes with a derisive look and confusion. The head of the Brewery Guild is... erasing his expression.

I suppose so, because it's not a ale. If you think about it normally, it's a wine that failed to ferment.

Ricardo leans his cup all at once. It's a kind of poison. When it is finished, the bottle is given to the service. And the glass in front of me was poured with foaming wine. The sight of the venue concentrates on me. What attitude to this inept wine is politics in itself.

I'll take the glass. And I vacated up to half at once.

…………

I had some anticipation, but this from the beginning? Do you laugh out loud if you don't have eyes? I'm about to hold my head.

Cold liquid and foaming irritation spreads in the mouth. Refreshing acidity plays along with ale-like bubbles. The acidity of the wine, combined with the irritation of the citrus, spreads such an indescribable flavour to the tongue.

And the aftertaste fades away like a bubble. Coupled with being chilled, there won't be any more as something to drink in the summer.

What are we gonna do with the dinner booze? Sure, on the recommendation of the son of Greenicias, a representative of the Brewery Guild provided a bottle of secrets......

Everyone follows me. Put your mouth on it and take a scary sip. I even have something to turn back. But I can't seem to stop the next bite. Oh, the liquor guild rep has a blue face.

"It's delicious. Lord Calamity. But is there not an explanation for this"

I told Ricardo. You have to explain. It won't fit, me and everyone else in the venue.

"That's it, it hasn't changed from normal. The basic principle is the same as Yale."

Ricardo started explaining it in words that were like selling fights. Will you add sugar water to the young wine for a second fermentation? I dared to trap the foam like an ale in the bottle.

After the second fermentation, only turn the bottle upside down and collect the starch in the neck area to freeze. And when the bottle is opened, only its starch can be excluded. In this way, they can produce a white wine with the clear irritation that they just drank.

I don't know half of it.

The liquor guild leader is making his eyes black and white. I've never heard of it before. Instead of just cooling it down, the method itself assumes the existence of an example magic prop.

Participants on the aristocratic side are stunned by the calculation of the cost of the method they have just heard. Ice enough to freeze into sugar. If you think about it normally, it's a luxury not a chilled wine place.

Everyone is overwhelmed, even though there are few who disagree with Ricardo.

In a way, it's not what I see. But what happens now that we haven't even started eating yet...