The Economics of Prophecy

Ten days after the New Year's Festival and three days until spring break. The corridor of the Royal College, the highest school in this country, was a little floating.

"Huh, ahhh..."

I let go of my yawn. After a year of enrollment, he/she becomes familiar with the contents of secondary school level. History and social systems are unique over here, but I studied desperately before entering. In mathematics, I think I'm the highest peak in the world.

Well, I remember my last life when I was five, so it's not my thing. By the way, in my previous life, I majored in macroeconomics and corporate governance in graduate school. "Economic forecasting is the most unbelievable discipline in the world, but that's probably why it burns" is quite useful to learn from a cliche mentor.

I'm halfway there because I died before I finished.

Speaking of other worlds, there is magic in this world. I don't take classes because I can't use magic like a civilian. Magic doesn't reach practical use without the help of demonic crystals, so I don't see much in this country where it barely produces. It is the most important use used to exterminate the Warcraft of the Knights.

I go to this college for two purposes. The first is no different from other students. Networking. The college, where not only nobles but also good civilians are allowed to enroll, is the only place in the conservative kingdom where there can be exchanges between identities.

In pre-construction, students are considered students and their origins are irrelevant. Of course, we're just talking about ”sequences” coming together in students depending on their birth status, and given their post-graduation attitude, it's up to them. Who would want to pay high tuition to buy future superior discomfort?

Civilians look for future patrons, and nobles surround outstanding civilians. I'm here again to find someone I can work with in the future. But in this respect, I was struggling. The majority of the causes are attributed to my communal powers...

"Walk the edge, civilians."

"…… protect it as long as it's built. For once, you must be a civilian."

When I look back fed up. A plump, full-bodied boy named O'Boy is staring at me. The son of the Baron Emeritus is not aristocratic in front of the building. He is a clever one who behaves as a civilian to a noble opponent and as a noble to a civilian opponent. As a person dragging a communal handicap from a previous life, the switch is impressive. That's why I don't respect you.

"Don't be with the poor. How much donation could Drefano be making to the college? I mean, you're learning from our spills, so to speak."

It was strong around the influence of my father or from the beginning of school, but this zama would be if I could interact a bit in class debates. Look at me. My eyes are crooked. They think they're exercising their natural rights. I guess you're rather frustrated that I don't understand that.

Nothing. If you judge me inferior to yourself, that's fine. My ratings in this guy belong to this guy, you can do whatever you want. No, if it's evaluated accurately, it's enough trouble. What I don't understand is that you're publicly proclaiming me exactly the enemy now, but you don't think you're going to be fighting back from me.

Make it easy on the spirit that you can believe that there is no risk. Of course, the stronger your position, the less likely you are to be fought back. That makes sense. But the risk does not go to zero for any person in any strong position. The strong also 365 days, this world 360 days, but not as strong as ever. There is a danger that the weak will fall to their feet if they are washed through weak gaps.

On the contrary, he can be targeted with time and effort because he is the one with it. A con artist trying so hard to fool the poor? Being targeted is dictated by people with property worth taking the time to deceive. How can you not know such normal conservative common sense?

In the first place, even if you're a hundred times better person than me, that kind of thing is shit for me to be someone else. Everyone else puts themselves first, just like you put you first. For everyone, I am the center of the world.

Only in that sense did I realize that humans were equal, since I was over twenty years old in the previous world, so I can't tell you what it looks like.

"Is he the son of a pedestrian?"

"Yes, Master Rowan"

A magnificent voice interrupted. Good physical male students show up. The shirt peeking through the sleeves of the uniform has a silver embroidery. Drefano stood back in an instant. The eyes that look at me are the same as Drefano's, no, it's more than that. You'll have warmer eyes for your own horseback riding.

I try to calm my heart. It is not uncommon for Drefano to boast of his rear shield, but until now he has been the son of Marquis Gort, Sir of Agriculture. The connection with Drefano was not a great deal of information because of course. Was Count Rowan indeed in a knighthood relationship?

Being related to my son almost certainly means that parents are connected to each other. What does the connection between Drefano of food and the Knights mean? Information is the biggest weapon for merchants. Even for the weak. While hiding this information, I get that information. Such a convenient relationship can only be established when the other side is alarmed.

"They sell honey seaweed with no flavor or aroma, don't they?"

I guess Drefano told me. I said something about my Vinder's main product. Mankind's oldest sweeteners are also found in this world and are more rare than sugar. Because bees only nest in certain tree uros, and it is life-threatening to enter forests and forests, the realm of warcraft.

Naturally, nobility is the only thing you can buy. And the sales channels to the aristocracy are monopolized by big merchants like Drefano. In a world where the majority of the people have an Engel coefficient of more than 80 percent and the aristocracy has most of the disposable income, twatching with the aristocracy is a decisive element. Naturally, the big merchants give blood roads to that barrier of entry, to maintaining their share, as much as profits. A business habit is created in which only formatted merchants, which lasted for generations, are dealt with by nobles. Put up a sign named ○ ○ Uncle.

So much so that a few generations ago the guild chief said, "Even if I can allow my wife to go to bed, I can't allow her to take your sign."

In other words, even if you develop beekeeping techniques to get large amounts of honey in the meadows, the big chamber of commerce buys you down, and the next thing you know about the secrets of production, you pay box. At the end of the day, it's a course called ○ ○ to keep secrets. To prevent that, I thought,

"They are deceiving ordinary people with the nectar of a fig diluted with water."

It was about daring to discredit me. I wonder what kind of flowers are the source of honey, but traditional honey has a citrus flavour. So he used the neat taste and color of the renge honey to sell it to the citizens as something similar and non-existent that was not worth mouthing for the nobility. It's the difference between natural and aquaculture, but I made him recognize it as the difference between squid and artificial squid. By creating a new market, you gain time to avoid conflicts with Drefano and build up your strength.

The masochistic information manipulation of spreading bad language of the product with commercial enemies was a streak of hard work, but the real honey did manage because it was different. They call it copper honey, against gold honey on the market. The nobles use gold coins, and the common people use copper coins and hang on to them.

"Ironically, ordinary people don't know the difference in flavor, etc. So every cage has grown."

A cage-bearer is a trafficker's disdain. It pisses me off at the boulders to make fun of my father. How hard I think it took to mislead your parents' breathtaking cook into thinking it was a boring piece that they wouldn't talk about.

In time, I'll teach you the different world concept of 'innovation dilemma (by Christensen)'. Unlike Earth, which is full of means of raising capital and means of expanding production, I don't know how many decades it will take to do that here.

"Well, I've tasted it before, but the refreshing flavor was delicious."

As I was crushing in my heart, I heard a serene and elegant intonation. Even though I was prepared, after I was scattered with the products I grew up with. That sounded all the more gentle. Honest flavors are the strengths of renge honey that I think. There's no way a human being would give a legitimate appreciation to a place like this...

Turning around, the girl with the blue and silver hair smiled at me. Straight long hair reflected the light of the window, illuminating that even a lavish college hallway in the eyes of the civilian population seemed miserable to her.

But the moment I recognized who it was, my blood caught on.

"Has Alfina spoken of such a fig?"

The only royal appearance in the school year begins to be annoyed by the surrounding students who were asking about us as we nibble. Next to me desperately fixing my likely pulling face, Drefano raised her voice. Ironically, my thoughts and those of this guy are perfectly consistent at this point right now. What can you say to me, this princess? In the unlikely event that it becomes a rumor about what a princesses are, Vinder's power today will not only tolerate its disadvantages, but also its advantages.

Not good. Not good. This is not good. But why?

The royal word is politics one word at a time. What thoughts did this princess have to say this?

When I say classmates, the princess is a witch princess in the diocese, she doesn't even come to the college half the week. I've never even exchanged words with a lady student in college because she protects me. What is the thought of sheltering the son of a shitty zero merchant until he speaks out about his involvement in the format?

No way. The whole thing is more than Project Renge honey!? No, there's no way I can figure it out at the moment. Most of them are still in my brain. I spin my head desperately.

"I see. In a cathedral where pure poverty is revered, our watered nectar may be able to help"

Needless to say, pure poverty is not respected in the diocese, nor is it even pure poverty at a time when we can taste honey, albeit for citizens. Regardless of the region, it is a nest of noble origins such as the cathedral of the king's capital. But I managed to spin that word.

"That's not true. I really..."

"Princess. Do not speak lightly with such things."

A red-haired ponytail female student went in between to protect the Lord. A sharp eye from almost the same height stares at me. Civilian flair is disrespectful in itself. The princess's face clouded behind her.

"Klau, we're the same students."

"No. Few civilians try to grace the royal family. Some try to add to the kindness of the princess. It could be a fraud aimed at delivering to the cathedral."

You can say whatever you want. But this is a help boat in a way. This annoying woman who believes in identity order is easier to deal with than a princess who doesn't know what she's thinking.

The most important thing right now is to handle a mine called the princess's assessment. It's risky, but it provokes him around. Damn, why am I the number one conservative...

"Then, if you are aiming for delivery to the Knights, you will live in the Count's house, is that so?"

Said looking at Rowan and Drefano, not Claudia.

"Become" "You"

Two people who were backgrounding get angry. It's ironic how Drefano would have gotten into Rowan if I'd tried to get into the princess. I can't tell you, the second daughter of the Adele family will tell the second son of the Rowan family, in sequence. I laughed inside out at Claudia, who turned bright red like a very angry hair.

Well, how does the princess get out? No matter how fair you pretend, you must have a shoulder near your side. So I bow my head and bankrupt my honey ratings. It's a difficult crossing. Well, the choice of words became radical, though my immaturity was unbearable to idiots who believed in their correctness.

"Vinder, your words are true. I can't admire what I suspected without proof. Though I believe in the loyalty that Klau tries to protect me. Vinder, I owe you an apology."

"Hi, princess. Wow, I..."

I was taken away from you. How could this princess take this off her mind? No, no, I'm still in the middle of a roundabout. Claudia can do that if she lowers her head at worst. You wouldn't want to lower your head if you died, but lowering it wouldn't kill you. Meanwhile, my lowered head could roll off my torso to the ground.

We have to get a new drop point. You have to create a farce. I can put my strength into my stomach. So why should I care about keeping myself safe?

"Surely our honey will not be enough compared to the gold honey of the Drefano Chamber of Commerce in terms of flavor and colour. But if you can't be proud of the product you're dealing with, the merchant won't stand. It's... Drefano, you must be familiar with it."

I said. I nodded as Drefano was drunk by the atmosphere to an argument that was forcefully transformed. I wouldn't have thought about it anyway. I turn to the female knight.

Lord Claudia.

"... what"

"It is only natural that Lord Claudia, who is nearby, should be wary of those who borrow the authority of the noble. It must be the loyalty of Lord Claudia, as the princess was told. It must be the pride of the clan screen in the kingdom that I don't understand."

".................. um. Exactly. But maybe it was too far gone to suspect without proof."

Claudia nodded to Eagle Deep. I don't even think of myself as a bad shard. Still loose air in the field. The keyword is proud. Replace it with a farce that everyone did for pride. Even if no one believes it, we all just have to support that fantasy. This is the air. It's my skill in logically pursuing what air is because I can't read it naturally.

Besides, I don't have to worry about you guys. I don't intend to use royalty as a highly volatile creature. Come on, that's the last problem. Please don't spin me any more.

"Dear Alfina, thank you for saving the” pride ”of our Chamber of Commerce"

"I really... No, Vinder's words are good."

The princess responded with a slightly confused voice. The field was completely relaxed. A civilian bows his head deeply in gratitude to the merciful princess. It's what this country should look like. Well, it's better for me than to bow my head to another human being.

... Oh, I forgot one. I saw a boy with a terrible physique.

You're done talking.

When Rowan only distorts his face for a moment, he leaves like he's lost interest. Drefano follows behind with this luck. A little unexpected. I thought I'd defend myself in front of the princess.

Fine. Be careful with Drefano's connection to Rowan. I didn't know what the princess intended until the end, but I'll be careful to avoid contact after this.

Spring break is almost here. You just have to let it go.