The Economics of Prophecy

The leaves the military shoes stomped on were reddish brown. Forty or so armed groups advance in the bloody Red Forest (Rubel Valt).

"Come on, you're out too far."

The three left-handed, white-haired knights at the head of the unit said. His right arm has a big scratch of Sanjo. On the map of the kingdom, the opposite of here, is the scar of battle in the East Forest.

A mid twenties knight in the center responded lightly to his men's words, "Well," he said. Commander of the Legion, make it the Third Prince of the Kingdom and Chief of the Third Knights, Craig.

A short-haired man wearing a blue surcoat embroidered with white roses, more worthy of Wang Du's national event than in the woods. A tough face. Balanced forged flesh. It combines the contradictory elements of elegance and wild taste. Some would call it hegemony.

"Words from the consultant's experience must be valued."

Craig loosened his legs. Even so, I won't stop taking the lead.

The adviser seconded by the Second Knights is a baron with territory on the central and eastern borders. Craig stands out as the prime minister or the second prince's breathtaking, de facto watchdog.

"Your Highness."

"Right, the woods are around even though it's the center of the circle the eight troops make. You can't be alarmed."

That's right, Craig saw a man about twenty years old on the right.

"If the Warcraft is approaching, I can count on this guy's eyes"

"I'll take care of it, Captain"

Unique equipment for this Knights, wrapped around a large long cloak of collar over light armor. A so-called quasi-knight, where civilians who had strong qualities dealing with magic are applied.

Craig looks back at the troops.

"What, you just do what you're trained to do. It's a battlefield, something unexpected happens anyway."

To the words of the captain, the members following the three laughed. The military commissioner frowned, but said nothing more.

The Commander's immediate unit was increasing the level of combat.

A three-o 'clock detachment reported what appears to be the demon wolf's boss. The tension kept pace with the different members of the team.

Nevertheless, this means that the crusade is proceeding as planned.

There was another event floating behind Craig's brain as he grasped the rhythm of the troops. First solo military action for him. As for the man who portrayed this appearance as if he had come down and sprung.

First, the witch princess. His sister-in-law, actually, is his cousin. I showed them by referring to the warcraft flood in the West, which was supposedly not to occur from the crystal of prophecy.

Craig also remembers the Spring Festival in attendance. It was brilliant not to yield to the pressure of the royal palace, which was so good as to preserve the old as to be pioneering, but to show it by heart. But this painting is too different to paint with that girl's foolish fine arms......

So, the biggest stakeholder in this one. How about Archduke Bertoldo, head of the western part of the kingdom? It's his aunt.

He was pushed into the Grand Duke of form alone in his mid-teens to fill the too early retirement of his other uncle, Alfina's father, who could not be easily spoken of by him.

She is an experienced woman who is now pushed east but still weighs in the west. But......

(You're not both geniuses, or madmen, who can come up with this. You're still the old man in the example......)

Unraveled how the Warcraft Flood works, Librarian. Had it not been for this formation, I would have visited the room and listened.

But all of a sudden, after decades of silence, a painting of this size, though genius, is too unnatural.

Then there are those who have put their wisdom on these three. Too heterogeneous, yet so far inconspicuous. Impossible existence, who is it......

"It was Leiria, it was a rich village."

From Craig's mouth, those words leaked unexpectedly. It is a mere association of anomalies and overlaps......

"Really? It looked like a despicable village."

"No, it's definitely a rich village. Somehow the villagers are not vibrant"

Left and right spoke the opposite opinion. When Craig thought about how nervousness ran between the two young men... The quasi-knight turned to the front.

"Captain. The reaction is approaching. The number is probably three, no four. From the magnitude and colour of the magic, I'm sure it's a demon wolf."

"You're not the boss in terms of direction. Move Squad Three and Squad Four, or dodge better, no......"

That's it, the experienced gray-haired knight ran his gaze to the left and right.

"This is closer, it's at different angles. I'm up there. I just flew!!

At the same time as the words of the quasi-knights, a heavy sound struck the ground ahead of them.

A four-legged beast, two times bigger than a military horse, came down. From above the giant tree branches in front of me, I can see two demon wolves going on.

One giant individual, able to follow the two men, is upside down the hairs around his throat, emitting a cloudy light from the demonic crystal of his forehead. Three eyes on the intruder into the territory.

"It's not good. It also comes from the ground. This is the first target I saw. They'll pinch you if you stay like this."

"Stupid, saying the boss is two heads"

A magnificent knight raised his voice of surprise. The members behind them were upset.

"I see, that's a battlefield. Something unexpected happens"

Craig said he was calm in an instant. I stripped my dog teeth and laughed at my men. And I saw the greatest experience in the fight against the Demon Wolf.

"Can you stop the left if I leave half to you?

"Do they say they divide their power?"

"It's a sandwich in the other territory. Even manoeuvre is losing. If so, force it to create a pair of shapes. That's easier, isn't it?"

"... what's going on with the other troops?"

"Squads around, we're rushing here"

After putting up the cape collar and looking left and right, the quasi-knight shouted. The advisor looked at Craig and slapped himself in the arm.

"Fifteen is fine if you just prevent it. Your Highness and I have different experiences."

"You promised to value Sir's experience. All right, then I'll hit right with everything else."

From the sword Craig pulled out, the red light drew the trajectory.

"You just have to collapse. If this one falls, this battle will soon be our hunt."

The men pulled swords one after the other into the words of the commander. Leading the recovered troops, the prince confronts the warcraft of the three eyes. While calmly gushing its heart in action for the first time for him.

(Right, let's just say the guy who used me is having fun after he cut through this)