The Economics of Prophecy

"How about this meal today?"

I took a piece out of my closet. Based on white, the skirt is dyed light blue from the hem.

Summer-like outfits must flourish given the sun outside the window.

"Thanks Shea"

Help the princess change. White and fine skin so wasted to cover with clothes. So much so that it almost spills from the eyes of the same sex. Of course, it cannot and will not be tolerated by the eyes of the opposite sex, etc.

Cover your thin hips with a dark deerskin corset so that you can see white, and tighten diagonally with a wide green string. Originally, hips so thin that you don't need these things. So much so that when I put my strength into it, it's going to break. And also a green ribbon on the collar.

"Come on, look in the mirror"

Point your appearance at the princess. In front of the mirror, a princess who can divert her hands slightly like a bird. I watch from behind. Yeah, it's really pathetic and beautiful today. Glittering blue hair and clear pale eyes make the green look great as an accent.

…………

"Princess?

Your face in the mirror was slightly cloudy. My mother used to tell me. Because I'm a princess who never says anything about selfishness from time to time. I, the nanny sisters, have to guess.

"Don't you mind?

"No, it's not. I'm not dissatisfied with Shea's standing. It's just..."

The princess looks back at me after a little mouth-watering.

"Well, don't you look a little childish?"

"Oh, no..."

Before I thought I was as pathetic as a chick earlier, denial was delayed. It is undeniable that white and pale blue pieces accentuate the unbearability. But this is the charm of the princess. Even if it's somewhat childish, who would laugh at it?

(The question is, why would you think that?)

Whose eyes did the princess perceive herself? There is a dark cloud in my chest when I think about it. In the first place, the princess seldom bothers herself about the meal.

On top of what they look good on. I didn't want anything gorgeous because of your reluctance to serve the diocese. I was finally given makeup by the king. As a samurai, I can even remember how inadequate it is.

"There are also dark colored meals, though. Given the season…"

The princess looked in the mirror again and was then put on the corset.

"Was it tight?

"No, I could squeeze a little more of that..."

"I don't think it's necessary..."

I mean so much more as a waist-around accent than a corset.

"Reject your body line."

"If Shea says so, no doubt about it."

You honestly accepted my word. My heart rises to that trust.

The princess is removed from the jewelry box on her desk, the brooch of emeralds containing only one inside. I value it the most and I don't normally use it. Never worn in an official setting such as the Royal Palace. It's your mother's vision.

In this regard, the person you are about to meet represents how important it is to the princess.

(Even if it's enough to let him report from the garden, such as that guy)

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"Ricardo."

The princess's voice played so clearly to me on the side. From the shadow of the garden, a man who appeared as if he were a younger man. As soon as I saw that appearance, a fierce rage rose in my chest.

Loose ties, rolled up sleeves. The edge of the paper sticks out of the pouch at the waist with ink stains. There is dust on the shoulder area of the vest that is not decorated. And underfoot are boots with dirty toes.

He spoke eloquently of working in the warehouse until just now. In fact, over there is a warehouse rented out to a man's chamber of commerce. Anyway, the princess is barely, roughly not dressed to go out in front of a woman.

Well, it's not like you don't have some coolness on your face. Reasonably tall. But on the contrary, normal. Above all, I can't feel the elegance, hegemony or reliability of the whole thing. Even if I'm wrong, I can't admit I deserve a princess.

How many men in the kingdom do you think want to be invited to this seat? How special and worthwhile do you think the smile that is being directed at this man right now is?

Take that privilege for granted............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Naturally.

A princess can harden herself into nervousness in a man's gaze. Tensions for more different reasons instead of enduring the gaze of others by trying as hard as before. Unexpectedly into my fist. No matter how many innocent men this praise should come out of his mouth.

Because the princess in the sun shines so bright that there are no shards such as the need to flatter. Just keep it in your mouth, you'll be able to do that.

"That............, yes. I don't have time for this, and I want you to explain the honey harvest."

"Yes."

I thought I'd kick your ass. The man began to talk about his work without a greeting from time to time. This man says he's a merchant, but I sincerely doubt he's serving. If you're a merchant in and out, you can even compliment me on your appearance.

Too much of a trick. I confirm the princess's face terribly. But the princess is listening to every word of this man.

"The problem is with the allowance for spring flowers before the renge blooms, even more if it can..."

Talk continues about gold that doesn't fit into the tea table. I'm talking about a village where the princess is finally a given cosmetic. I was from the West and knew what was going on in the villages around there. I was the first one to get angry. He said to thank the princess for all her achievements, for one country village, and so on.

But the numbers this man is describing now, modestly speaking, are huge. The more the princess chooses a private costume, the more she wears, but for this reason as well.

By the way, you also increased my salary. Of course, it is courtesy of the princess and has nothing to do with the man in front of her.

In the first place, this man is a merchant, so if he doesn't make at least as much money, he won't talk. Because the business is protected by the princess's prestige.

"So do you have any questions"

"Uh, here..."

The princess received the books from the man and pointed to some figures. I don't think you need to remember that. It's like getting ready to marry a merchant and my heart turns.

I don't even know it in my chest, and the guy is answering the question with a "I see" nod.

"That's why."

"Thank you. Very well."

"So..."

When the explanation is finished, the man is trying to get up early. You should go back to the warehouse. I think so, but look at the princess's face...

"How about that? It's just this time of year, and I'll prepare snacks."

I felt like I was about to bite off the edge of my lips, no, no, I pinched my mouth.

"Right. What do you think, Ricardo?"

"So sweet for your words"

French toast is carried and the princess mouths it with an unusual face. What a thought this man had. I'd say it's a cook's imitation, but this is very tasty, especially if you eat it with plenty of honey......

"French toast is still delicious"

The princess slightly honeyed the edge of her lips and went with a bright voice. And he panicked and covered his mouth with a handkerchief. I can dye my white magnetic cheeks red.

"It's detachable.... I've also used too much honey"

"No, that's not..."

A man lets his eyes swim like trouble. I'd rather say it's okay because it's cute, but I just have to keep my silence.

"Yes, speaking of honey, I remember having one thing you wanted to try"

When the man said so, he headed towards the warehouse. There was a slightly reddish vial in the amber on its hand when it came back. Sounds like honey, but slightly different color. In the princess's anticipated gaze, the man opens the bottle. A slight scent drifts onto the table......

When a man takes a French toast cut to the plate, he hangs that reddish liquid. And I put it out in front of the princess. I blocked the man's hand reflexively.

"I'll be the first to see the poison."

"Shea, Ricardo is..."

"No, this was not considered enough"

When the man cut the French toast in two, he transferred one to his plate. We uttered the same thing at the same time. They are princess guests, even if they are. I can't let you try it first.

I moved my fearful mouth as I felt the princess gaze looking at me. At the next moment, the sweetness spread to the mouth, coloured by unspoken aromas and slight tannins. I accidentally covered my mouth with my hands.

"Ko, what's this?

Various aromas and slight aromas of alcohol fill the mouth. Like the finest tea with sugar, the slight tannins seem to enhance the sweetness.

"Whiskey......, though a barrel that ages the distilled liquor of wheat. I got an old one that was about to be disposed of. It's honeyed there and aged for a year."

The man explained. I see, this aroma and flavour are concentrated with the remainder of the distilled liquor. I've never heard of such a way...

"Just Shea......"

The princess used words that she would never normally use. I rushed to fetch French toast on a plate and a man hung red honey on it.

White, thin hands move on the plate. The angle is perfect. But it works a little fast. The silver fork captures the golden dough from the reddish honey and holds it up.

Slowly, but only a little quicker than usual, it's included in cherry blossom lips. We were both unexpectedly seen in the basket.

"A little unusual sweetness...... Yeah, it's a very complex scent..."

From the princess's taste, a slight tannin must have touched her tongue. You look a little troubled. I had no choice but to open my mouth.

"I'm sure Ricardo thought these grown-up flavors were worthy of the princess."

I said, staring at the man. The princess is rushed to carry her second bite to her mouth. Slowly, my mouth moves to enjoy its scent. I nodded small.

"It smells very nice. Will it be sold as a new product?"

"Thank you. Though I plan to. It's still in the prototype stage. This is the first time you've served it to someone else because I was just tasting it every few months"

"Really? Then I'm the first..."

The proudly loose princess's face slightly clouded when she looked at me.

"You're new to Shea"

That's what makes me smile. A slight swelling of cheeks, I know because I serve you since you were a child. It's a little scary because it's really rare, Princess.

I left the table to change the hot water. I can't tell you I've got something special for the princess, so I'm just gonna leave you and the princess alone for a little while. So getting in the princess's mood by the time I get back.

With a new pot in my hand, I looked at the table from a distance. An unlikely man or woman looked very good for a moment. I'm sure it's an illusion of the eye. It must have been because of the alcoholic fragrance earlier.