Katsun, and made a high noise and the knight was played in one piece, and Mary unexpectedly frowned. Shit, I regret myself whining small in my heart and making the corner of the board thin.
But the knight you lost where you repented won't come back to life, and even other pawns can take you on the road if you're in mourning. If you have time to regret what you've lost, you should think about the next hand, if you're bound by one failure, you can lose everything.
A battlefield can be harsh.
No, it's not just the battlefield that's harsh. Behind this battlefield, the Albert Family Succession Struggle is also so harsh that it's hard to make it to your tongue.
Struggle to wipe blood with blood with brothers and sisters, kick their opponents down and take only one throne from each other...... The winner is given immense honor and the loser has no choice but to leave it sideways.
You are throwing yourself into such a feud, so do not be upset to the extent that you have now been taken one pawn. So she told herself, and Mary reached out to her pawn to release a hand in reversal of the situation.
Now we should focus on chess. All you have to do is stare on the plate, and look at the battlefield spinning by two-colored pawns. I can't find anything else.
Don't look at tea that makes you stand up for warm hot air and aroma, or pound cakes served with raw cream or anything like that.
And don't let your brother's happy smile keep you out of sight, either, continuing chess.
... and keep the drapes of the "Albert Family Brothers and Sisters Friendly Chess Games" out of sight, which seem to be hidden but are seen as flickering.
"Hey, Brother Lang, can you give me a more serious look because it's a serious battle?
"Oops, I'm sorry. But I'm happy to be able to do Mary and Chess... no, I'm nervous and my expression is so loose. I miss you, we were the ones who taught Mary chess."
"No, it's Addy. Your brothers won't be able to teach you how to play with pawns any time soon."
"Were you? Mary has a good memory. That's our little sister."
Lang laughed in an upbeat mood, and when he looked at the board that way, he raised his hands to show "Oh, I lost," he surrendered.
The attitude, facial expressions, and voice color are all in a good mood. You look cheerful originally, but now it's at its peak, and it doesn't make you feel any humiliation or remorse for the loser.
And even cleaning up the board. "Now it's with me..." Lucien sits across the street. Though the expression was originally depressing, the joy is not hidden away now. It's harder to tell than Lang, but Lucien is in the mood again.
"Come on Mary, get along with me Chez... no, let's have a inheritance fight... Our Mary is smart, it's gonna be fun... no, it's gonna be a tough and painful battle that's gonna cut lives..."
"Brother Lucien, your expression is loose."
"Shady, loose my look? No way...... No, you're loose."
He held his own cheek and Lucien acknowledged his loose expression.
Then I make an excuse that this is from the tension I was watching until earlier, that the warriors are shivering at what they are about to contend with. Needless to say, none of that is the right kind of excuse to loosen your expression, the exact opposite of a misunderstanding.
But after staring at Lucien, Mary decided to convince him, "You are."
It's not strange to have a son whose expression is loosened by nervousness and samurai tremors because the world has a warrant to cry over all of his joy and sorrow.
... maybe.
Let's make that happen for now.
Anyway, we should give priority to chess now.
I told myself so, and Mary said, "I'm going to overwhelm you and freeze that loose look!" And when he declared war, he reached out to his pawn.
As a result, Mary was able to beat Lucien as well.... but his loose expression never froze to the end, and the victory and defeat never seemed to please me.
Even now, Lucien and Lang look loose and look back at the hot battle.
Of course, it goes without saying that all of that retrospective is thorough in Mary's praise that "it was a sharp hand" but that "it is a boulder to consolidate protection without haste at this time". Even a mediocre hand without any particular praise: "Mary's elegant hand movement when releasing this hand!" "The pinned fingertips, even the nails, are in good shape and beautiful..." he praises.
Mary was also sick of the boulders for this, and looked back at Addy and Roberto as she watched behind her back.
"Hey, both of you, please answer me clearly, honestly and without lying. Was the battle between me and your brothers incandescent and harsh?
If yes, Mary asked, Roberto, who was questioned, smiled calmly with a beautiful face. The cleaver's eyes narrowed, and then out of his mouth was the phrase, "Yeah, of course I do". That voice color doesn't change at all from normal, and there's not a single color that's fake on the expression.
By contrast, Addy, standing next to him, said mugging for a moment, turning his face blatantly away when Mary stared at him. The difference in reaction is remarkable when it comes to being a real brother.
"Roberto seemed incandescent in our fight, didn't he?
"It was already a battle to hold a sweat in my hand until I watched. The struggle to keep each other from taking a step back came through."
"Yes, you are... What about Addy? Did Addy hold a sweat in his hand, too?
"Oh, is that me? I'm... more like an incandescent than an incandescent... hey!
Addy raised her voice as soon as she was in a hurry. Stare at Roberto standing next to him with a guillotine and sharp eyes unlike him.
If Mary is surprised to find out what the hell is going on, isn't Roberto stepping on Addy's feet?
It's also the way you step on Addy's toenail with your own heel. So much so that you are likely to hear a full force of pseudonyms.
That hurts, Mary murmured in her heart. Mary has also stepped on Addy's feet many times before, but to the point of stepping on his toes with her fingertips. Try one head over Mary. From two or more taller adies, it would be like having a kitten on board.
Roberto, by contrast, is taller than Addy, and has no hesitation or pity in how to tread. Then you have a cool face, and if you don't even look under your feet, it's horrible because you're a deacon in a standing position as usual.
"Look, Master Mary is waiting for you, just answer the question. … but for the record, depending on the content of your response, I'm willing to relinquish all my duties today and keep stepping on your feet."
"I'm scared to know I'm serious because I'm my real brother... Brother, don't step on people's feet. Get to work."
"Don't worry, I'm always working a day ahead of me, so no problem. Answer me more quickly."
Addy groans at Roberto, who weighs more.
That's how I've frowned upon the pain, while turning my gaze to Mary. I also feel that the expression is heartless or asking for help, but Mary decided to hear his response before helping because it is a frequent interaction for the price.
"Addy, did you look incandescent, too?
"Oh, yeah... right. Ladies' impending battle, brilliant. Behind you, it's a fierce cat... not a tiger."
Addy spins words in a bitter voice. When I heard that, Roberto retreated from the leg he was gently putting on, I'm sure because he was satisfied.
He exhales in relief when Addy is finally liberated, and evacuates to Shivering and Mary. This is what happens to everyone in Roberto's opponent, not to say sorry. The only one who can resist him is the twin twins who are careless and nervous diagrams thick.
"Dear Mary, were you satisfied with my response and that of my brother there?"
"I'm honestly convinced that you're going to see a series of interactions, but I'm going to keep you fooled for Addy's feet."
"Really, that's Mary, sweet. This concludes today's inheritance battle."
Punch your hands and Roberto turns the air on the field.
That's why Lang and Lucien get up to get back to work this afternoon, so I'm just suspicious which one of us is the main obedience in this.
"Yes," he muttered as if Lang remembered something in the meantime. Then he glances at Lucien and turns back to Mary with both of them.
The look is serious in itself. It seems to be a lie that it was loose until earlier, with deep shades of eyes showing sharpness. They are seen younger than their real age, but if they show a serious look, they are the Albert family son.
Unexpectedly even Mary fixed her position and asked, "What's wrong, brother?"
"Mary, there's something I have to tell you. Actually, there's something I have to do to succeed the Alberts."
"What must be done?
Mary turned to Lang, who spoke in a disgusting tone, and waited for words to follow. There is an air of tension from my brother, and Mary spits unexpectedly as to whether it is so serious.
What do you do to be a successor...... If Mary urged ahead by staring, Lang put a breath down, then stared back at Mary to respond and opened her mouth.
"In order to succeed the Albert family, we have to embark on a journey!
To Lang's words, Mary often blurred, "Journey...?," he frowned and tilted his neck.