Posts from Sakuramoria Auto-translated

— Only if you wish it so.

Futaba, unable to contain her emotions, laughed at the absurd souvenir in a manner that was not entirely appropriate for a queen.
- You... are suggesting that I... put this on my nightstand?... - she whispers in vain attempts to catch her breath. - In my room?... What will people think?... A neighbor?... Ohhh...

-- Well, I'm exaggerating a little, but not about all the items... Reading a magazine is really twice as expensive as it used to be when we bought a new one.
-- Uh-huh. In principle, I can ask around about where to get the books we need and what the cost will be, but it will probably be through Yumiko. I think you have better opportunities in this regard, and you can probably get a good wholesale discount on a government order... But look, I need to do a little more research and gather some information.

- Interesting... Well, you can gather information; it's always useful. Maybe someone can help? Just be careful... you never know. I'll ask the hopeless ones.

— That's why my magical system won't work for you. You might think that any title and the powers associated with it are just words and the laws that reinforce them with real effects, regardless of whether they are written or oral, but the truth is that people accept these hierarchical features even at a subconscious level. In my presence, most of the citizens of Sakuramoria will behave the same way you do, and when an ordinary worker thinks about our country and its monarch, an image of me and the regalia associated with it will inevitably form in his mind. All this creates certain bonds between us. A good local analogy would be a gang of bandits, where the rank-and-file members respect their leader, and again, it doesn't matter whether it's out of fear or deep respect. My magical system uses these bonds to convert the life force of my subjects into magical energy. Are you, by any chance, a representative of your class at the academy? That would work too... But here's what you need to understand. Given the population of Sakuramoria, for most people this goes unnoticed, but the fewer people there are in the "magical pool," the stronger the negative consequences on the subjects. For this reason, a gang of bandits or a class at NAILS would end up much worse. However, there is an alternative to this method... It is suitable for more subtle spells. To do this, you need to place people in a closed space and draw a special pentagram on the floor, preferably made of stone. Then, life energy will be drawn directly from them, regardless of the presence or absence of the "bonds" that I mentioned earlier. Well, are you interested? Or would you rather have me teach you a couple of spells and be done with it?

His Majesty's description of the system was both terrifying and impressive at the same time. For a moment, Leila even considered the idea of a research complex combined with a prison, where such an approach might make sense. Would it also make sense for the generals of the Sakuromoria armies, given His Majesty's utilitarian approach to his subjects? However, for Leila herself, such a system was of interest solely to satisfy her own curiosity. This would still deepen Leila's knowledge of the principles of magic, even if in the foreseeable future she would not find a practical application for this knowledge. But learning a couple of rare spells from the king would be much more reasonable and pragmatic.
— You are right, Your Majesty, the option with a couple of spells sounds preferable.

— So, L... Lei... Greenie, have you come up with anything?

-- Oh, so they're hopeless? Well, hmm... Okay, -- young Bellring mentally pictured herself trying to ask something at "Monaime," and they, like parrots, kept repeating that the goods are not for sale, and orders are not accepted for rent. And what other options are there, where can she turn?
Yeah, right. Well, maybe she'll come up with something.

- So, what do you think? - he thought, slightly changing its position so that the sculpture leaned menacingly towards the neighbor.

—Well, things are really tough in our town. —Nira said thoughtfully as she and Bell sat in a café or strolled through the city. —It's like there weren't enough adventures at the academy. —She nodded expressively towards the opposite side of the shopping street and began to list the local shops: —They've closed down, sold out, run out of suppliers, and are clinging on with sheer willpower. Fortunately, your mother and Cass's father have businesses that are too large and well-managed, but the trend is still not good.
The girl paused for a moment, watching as another group of burly movers hauled a huge consignment of furniture to the walls of a brand-new, gleaming department store with fake gold trim.
—You're probably not interested in this, Bellochka, but modern economic theories teach us that the market should solve all the problems on its own, and the government shouldn't interfere with its heavy hand where it shouldn't. And they are right: soon these guys in fashionable suits will realize that you can't get much money from the Almyrians and students, and they will make concessions. But by that time, few of the local traders will survive. As a result, people will again have no choice but to surrender to the mercy of the monopolists.
A farmer's cart rattled past the well-groomed young men, its wheels creaking. One of the men, taking off his sunglasses, looked at the old farmer in a patched shirt with a surprised and disdainful look.
—That's what I'm getting at. Whatever the textbooks say, the informal atmosphere of these local shops, where everyone knows each other, was a pleasant contrast to city life in Utah. And even in a big city, every street in every neighborhood had its own family businesses that fiercely defended their tiny family businesses against foreigners. But the main thing is this: we are now lavishly praising local Almyrian businesses and shops in the magazine, but in the end, almost all of them have been swept away in a month. So what does that mean, are we blatantly lying to people or what?

it seems that most of my suppliers are now doing business with the restaurant that has opened in the former "Arsenal" location.