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The venue prepared for us by the Empire is a high-format, large building, but in Japan, it is about the hall for citizens, often co-located in medium-sized city halls.

Something about an elementary school event, and you didn't use it every now and then?

Well, the image will be easy.

I slowly stand on the stage and grab the microphone connected to the mini-compo.

The mini-compo is pushing off with artifacts. The venue is large, but with maximum volume, you'll hear every inch of it more than screaming in the flesh.

When we considered this place a stage, His Majesty the Emperor and the greats of each religion line up a large space in the front center of the audience.

The top of the country seem to enjoy a light conversation with each other, but I guess its contents are unimaginably belly black. I'm sure.

Shift your gaze to the side and check on Chelina and Lalaila.

That alone seems to ease the tension.

I will never declare a meeting open when I make sure the microphone is powered on.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much for your patience. I would now like to begin the Akira Commercial Guild Formation Ceremony."

Then I get a round of applause from the venue, but around here, they're completely formalized.

Let's get it over with.

"First, we would like to explain the situation that led to the establishment of the Akira Commercial Guild"

Then I will explain in such a way as to cast doubt on the need for a new business mechanism, even as I lift the commercial guild that is now available whenever possible.

The Chamber of Commerce and others who are deciding to join the Alliance are nodding happily, but the Chamber of Commerce and others who first learned about this Alliance are repeatedly blushing and blushing word for word.

"We will now describe the activities of the Akira Commercial Guild"

When I raise my hand and signal, all the lights in the venue are turned off and all the lighting windows are closed.

An invitee starts panicking at a venue that suddenly gets dark.

On the contrary, it is the great ones who are relaxed.

"Please be quiet. We're going to use science, but don't worry, it's not dangerous."

The use of science in places like this is inherently strictly forbidden, but the invitees who realize it was planned calm down because the great ones, including His Majesty the Emperor, say nothing.

"Lalaila, please"

"Yeah."

A sigh can be heard leaking from the venue as the lalalala, dressed in an elf dress, slowly rises on the stage.

Yeah, it's mine.

Nodding at Lalaila, who came to the side, she starts chanting in a low voice.

It's not spiritual theory she uses, it's more fantastic theory.

Larailla's theory is activated and a large white horizontal rectangular plate appears in the air.

The effect was simple, only to have a white board floated in the air in illusion.

That's all, it's no different than just a white sign.

"Using it now is a form of illusion. Attention."

Lalaila starts chanting again, but this is fake.

I sneak up on my pocket remote control switch.

Projector activated and brightly colored footage on a board made of science, set up on the ceiling of the venue.

The first reflection was a far-sighted view of the capital, Atlanta, centered on the royal castle of the Mahui Empire Atlandia.

The venue became noisy as soon as a video slowly breaded (possibly tracked, to be exact) on the drone came out.

"" "Ooh!

"What is that!?

"You think it's illusion?

"Is it something that shows so clearly?

"More than that, you're a stunning phantom like you're really flying!

I actually flew it and shot it!

Oh, my God, I can't tell you, it's all about Lalaila's arm.

In fact, there's nothing she can't do.

I've seen the drone footage many times, and that's all I have.

It's just that I don't want to get tired.

So not a complete lie is the point of this one.

Well, it's not really about surprises.

I manipulate the remote control and switch to graph and table footage.

"Akira commercial guilds take a very different form from previous guilds. First and foremost, the goods dealt with will deal with all goods, except the privileges granted to other guilds and chambers of commerce"

I switch images and display products to be handled.

Look at the representative examples shown there and the invitees start bothering.

There is also a mix of chambers of commerce inside that have decided to join the guild.

Sorry. It was only a few days before this decision was made and I didn't get in touch...

"We will partner with the workshop to develop, manufacture and sell our own products as well as household goods, building materials, jewellery, valuables, air-conditioning equipment and other items"

When I said it, as if the venue had exploded, I made a fuss.

Even though there are great men such as His Majesty the Emperor and the Pope.

For them, this announcement is just a shock to forget about it.

"Shh! Excuse me! May I ask you a question? I am the Duke of Rodak Dymun!

It seems aristocratic to have risen in haste.

From the seating position, it would be a pretty well-positioned aristocrat. But if I didn't, I wouldn't think I'd say anything.

"Yes. Of course. Please come to the altar."

Along the way, the Duke of Dymun exchanged brief greetings with His Majesty the Emperor and his men before coming up to the stage.

"This is a vacuum cleaner that makes your voice louder...... it's an artifact. Put it in front of your mouth like this."

The Duke of Dymun receives the microphone honestly. I suppose it's a rare tool, but I guess he's not the one now.

Change your blood phase and ask questions.

"Well, let's just get straight to it. First of all, what is product development and manufacturing!? Commercial guilds want to do the whole production guild thing!?

Apparently, it's pretty shocking, and he's a lot excited.

"It's not a whole thing. Completely the same as a commercial guild... no, I'll do more than that"

"What...?

I switch the projector images.

"Here's how we do business today. First, there is the production guild, and there is the workshop to which you belong.... Well, let's say there's a tans workshop for example. Tans Workshop makes the tans instructed by the production guild"

The projector is easy to understand and the production guild and the workshop under it are shown in the illustration.

"First of all, this is the first problem. With the current system, Tans Workshops can't make their own favorite tans"

The Duke of Dymun looks strange.

"It's obvious, right? What are you gonna do, make whatever you want?

"What can't you do?

To my reverse question, the Duke of Dymun frowns.

'Cause if they make something other than what you instruct them to do, they're in trouble.'

"I see."

When I nod, you take that as consent, and the Duke of Dymun gives me a satisfied look.

"Then I beg your pardon, is the Duke of Daimun a Tans professional?

"Hey, what?

The Duke of Dymun, you don't know what that means, is making you pull your cheeks.

You're not aware of your inconsistencies.

If you really want something good, you should let the craftsmen do it freely.

Most of all, it is the organization called Guild that creates the bad mechanism.