The Economics of Prophecy

A bunch of officials, no bureaucrats, who go down the hallway. The men and women dressed like they are decorating the walls of the music room walk silently with their uninteresting faces.

This is the heart of national politics, the main circle of regulation.... you're starting to feel like an enemy land. Well, the stability of the state is the foundation, so you can complain all the time.

"Meer's been here once, hasn't she? It was a while before the dragon arrived in Kurtheit."

I spoke to the girl accompanying me.

"You're with His Royal Highness Alfina and the Grand Duke. Seniors don't seem to like it."

Yeah, but there's nothing wrong with that.

Meer is the star of the day, and I'm just an escort.

"Li, Ricardo Vinder!? Why are you here?"

At the end of the hallway, a young man stopped. Who is it?

"... Leonardo Grinicias"

Meer hit me in the ear. Yeah, I was there. Speaking of which, you were the second son of the Chancellor. I was in fourth grade last year, so I was graduating. I hired my father at work. Whoa, it was rarer to be on edge, not just here. I mean, they don't hire me for anything other than an edge.

"So why civilians...... students are here"

OB's stuck to me.

"Ha, I had business with Senior Leonardo's father..."

Showing references to the Knights Against the Warcraft and Grand Duke Bertoldo and the Grand Sage, Leonardo turned out to be the face of seeing incredible things. Still, they'll show you around.

I just dented Hilda at a tea party last time. I mean, seriously in the weird part of it. I'm instrumental. Or is my son also neutral according to a change in his father's position? Unlike modern Japan, the unit of action and decision making is not an individual, but a home. Edge hiring is also natural in that sense.

I think a little more freedom, but not now.

"I hear you got a notice from the Empire, it sounded pretty radical, but what do you think?

I asked because I wanted to know the general bureaucratic feeling.

"Why, you............" There's a barbarian nation living with food from the kingdom, "they all laugh. The First Knight Commander, who was given the obsession of taking the princess, is very tall."

Leonardo said. It's practically ambassadorial exile and imperial restraint for the Empire. Stealing is a fierce story for those who know the truth, but after all, this hand is only declaring convenience over there, not facts.

To the extent that I think that's how it's advertised within the Empire.

But the reaction of the kingdom is very disgusting. You can't afford that.

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A simple clerk's office for that status. A large desk is classified with well-organized documents.

"His Highness Craig told me about the Empire's horse."

The chief of administration has a calm tone and feels like just checking facts. How much better than being upset or being denied by emotion.

By the way, the son fled outside the door with one of his father's strict gazes.

"If it is confirmed as a fact, we will give it a corresponding reward"

"The protagonists of the analysis are the Great Sage and the Dulgan Chamber of Commerce, so no doubt about it"

I hid behind a bullet. It's true, so it's not a problem. Besides, I feel like Dalgan can handle that hand honor properly, unlike me.

"... we're talking about cracking the code today."

"There's no way an amateur can solve it. It's impossible to expose such unknown civilians to state secrets."

A man in civilian clothes, in his mid-twenties or so, who had refrained at the Chancellor's side, opened his mouth. Pride seems to be hurting.

Even I don't want to make waves like this. But you can't tell me in the circumstances.

"I can't decide if I can solve it without you showing me."

I took a good look at Meer. Depending on the extent of the Imperial cipher, Meer should be able to tell if he can solve it.

"… start by teaching from a situation where you have secured a cryptographic document"

said the Chancellor. The morning Viral escaped.

After Lisaberto and Bairal left the public hall through separate gates, a guard, the King's Capital's security force under the Chancellor, stepped into the public hall. He saw one of the samurai burning down a bunch of paperwork in the chief envoy's room, and he seized it. It's a big deal because he tried to shove burning documents into the fireplace with his bare hands, with no burns or objects.

"Here it is, now read it and show it to me"

A civilian said unscrupulous, even if it's written in plaintext, neither I nor Meer can read it. They almost speak the same language, but they don't know the Imperial language.

Mostly, you're just using expressions that only experts can interpret the text of that hand.

With the hand of a man if dissatisfied, every scorching document is spread on the table. Half ash stuff, almost entirely from what's left of it. And it's organized to the end of a few lines and the number is shaken. It's polite work.

Are there more or less fifteen decent documents? With this many samples, you're going to figure it out.

It's like Latin. Keep looking. No space, no period. No new lines. This alone shows that some nerve is used for encryption. Like the Caesar cipher, I missed three letters. So they're not in the boulder.

"What do you say, Meer?"

"... I think it's okay"

Said Meer, who stared at the paperwork.

"What is it, and why can I be sure of that? If you're going to say so much, show me what it says."

A civilian turned a blind eye to the girl's words.

"I'm interested, too. You wouldn't say you have a cipher table, etc."

I've turned my gaze on the Chancellor who even looks horrible. No, no, you've decided to burn down cryptographic tables first. Oh, you haven't finished your suspicion of an imperial counter-spionage yet.

"Senior"

Meer saw me. I nodded. Show me how to do it and I can solve the misunderstanding.

"I have no idea what this sentence means. But I know that there's enough redundancy, in other words, a pattern, to decipher this symbol."

"What are you talking about? Hey."

Meer went back to the paperwork when she gave an explanation that was too short. Meer, who entered the world of numbers, sometimes couldn't read the air better than me.

Two old men with a pompous face. Four increased suspicions focused on me. As an escort, do you take on as much as a commentator?

"Eh. What we're trying to do now is try to extract information from this line of letters."

Next to Meer, who started immersing herself in the puzzle, I decided to start from the beginning.

"Eh. The letters here are regular lines of ink stains on paper, right? Looks like he sprinkled some random ink."

I wrote one letter of kingdom on paper like an eye, the V "Buy" of Vinder. Next to that, with the same amount of ink, hit the bullshit point.

A random ink stain and an object that separates letters, that's a pattern. More to the point, lines and curves. The two of them have the face that it would be natural.

"And the text is the same. There are 27 letters in the kingdom, but randomly arranging these 27 doesn't make sense."

It could be a sentence that makes sense, to be precise. Even if you randomly arrange twenty-seven alphabetic characters, there is a chance that THIS or WHAT can be raised. It's a famous analogy, but letting a monkey slap a typewriter isn't a zero chance of a hamlet. However, that sentence makes no sense. Because monkeys didn't try to write hamlets.

Anyway, more than the human will intervene, whatever it is, a pattern arises. Conversely, that pattern is what it means.

"In other words, an array of meaningful characters and an array of meaningless characters can be distinguished even if you have no idea what they mean."

I said. The Chancellor is listening in silence, but the young civilian is about to run out now. It's still shattered. You wouldn't know if I said computations or something about entropy in brain algorithms that produce a line of letters. I don't even know.

"The way in which the" meaning ”described in the text behaves is irrespective of the garment in which the letter is worn. Well, if you're the Chancellor, don't you know in hindsight if your men are doing a meaningful job or scavenging?

"... I see"

Because of the wit, the Chancellor turned out to be a difficult face. And the young clerk somehow got a uncomfortable look on his face.

If visualized, humans are pretty good pattern recognizers.

On the other hand, if you abstract a step like a letter, the difficulty jumps. That's where the statistics come in. Because statistics are a method of calculating deviations from randomness, or degrees of patterning.

By analogy, randomly scattered ink spots are normally distributed around the tip of the pen. On the other hand, letters don't.

Well, that's not the case for humans who see the world of numbers. Just then, Meer looked up next door.

"Senior, it's over"