Common Sense of a Warrior

"Mel, your husband is here for you."

If you welcome me, but speak to me.

I tried to answer, and Baaya put her mouth all the way closer to my ear.

"... the young lady has also been called and is already in your husband's reception room"

Baaya is the only servant who knows I'm not a shadow warrior.

He said he had let me see him like that, but Aya was serving me unchanged.

Really, I appreciate the presence of Aya.

With that in mind, I proceeded inside the Marquis House Separate Mansion of Wangdu, which I am not very used to.

When I entered your father's private room, there was another man there besides your brother.

"Uncle!"

Me... or someone sitting with their back to the entrance, I called.

"Oh, is the lady here, too? I'm taking it in with the boy right now, so give me a minute."

My uncle, looking back at me for a moment and saying so, was turning to my brother again.

Apparently, he's playing on the board.

Is your brother more disadvantaged to ask about your complexion?

I am fascinated by the game played by the two of us.

If you look at the board, I don't know how the game is working.

Sometimes I'm not good at games, and sometimes it's because the two of them carry so much advanced games.

Uncle... Tomorrow Mr. Romel seems to be your father's best friend.

Apparently, that's what they introduced me to.

She knew him in a liquor store about everything and he was intentional, and occasionally when he comes here, he talks to his father, and he plays games like this with his brother.

My uncle is a civilian but... No, is that why? Your father and I seem to fit the horses.

... to the point where you can tell from the side that your father and I seem to be really close.

At first glance, an uncle who seems to be there.

... If you look closely, your face is neat, but because of your outfit and behavior, it's not very noticeable.

Your brother threw it.

"Whoa, boy. You're giving up fast. There will still be a path left here."

"Ah!"

Seeing what my uncle had pointed out, your brother spoke with regret.

"Four front, you were bad. If I keep this place this way, I'm gonna have to go in there and protect it. Then if I had done this......... you see, it would have been a good battle. You choose a path that's easy when you're here. The same thing would have happened in the second inning two weeks ago."

One uncle after the other, points out to his brother.

Your brother was seriously listening if he didn't miss a word of the word.

On-board play seems to originate from the stuff used during the military.

Because of this, your brother began to learn the military in full, and then became addicted to on-board play.

Your brother has his arms lifted and the adults are at a tongue-wrapping level.

For members who come to train, they win all fights, and for those who are involved in the military, three fights is two wins, one loss, etc.

It's my uncle who always makes such a brother a cotempan.

I'd love to see what the hell kind of head structure you have, once in your head.

"Well. What do you say, boy?

"... yeah, right. Until you arrive again, I'll make sure to include this battle."

"Whoa, do that for me. Hey, kid's getting stronger every time he comes, so it's pretty fun."

Uncle laughing with karakara.

Relative to that, his brother grinned at his mouth, but his eyes were burning in fighting spirit.

In those eyes, I was accidentally surprised.

I hadn't really seen your brother obsessed with one thing.

... or, after all, since your mother died, I guess it's a big deal that she was being acted upon only to try to be a good next Marquis owner.

Besides, brother, I've never seen you seem to regret much because you cleverly do anything imposed for it.

But not the brother you're in front of right now.

Kind of looks like a lot of fun.

Like when I was young, I kept my emotions on the table.

I get kind of fun too.

... Well, I'm quite surprised at what's being said.

What your brother said about "welcome," is to recreate the whole game flow as it was and discuss where it didn't work out from there.

That means you remember all the games you've played from one to ten.

Not only my uncle, but your brother's head must be different from mine.

"Why did my uncle start playing on the board?

"Hmm? That would be because it's fun."

"Uncle, I wish I were a military teacher. I know you may be in trouble, but I don't think you can beat your brother to this point."

"Fighting and playing on the board are similar and irrelevant, miss."

Uncle slams the pawn in the palm of his hand.

"Really?

"Ouch. The plate is flat. So, pawns have rules in themselves, and there is no thought.... Boy would know what this means?

"Does that mean a more three-dimensional perspective is required on the battlefield"

"... for example?

"Weather, terrain…. Also, the size and ability of your own army. Then morale. And that of their opponents."

"That's the thing. Know the heavens, know the earth... and know your enemies and know yourself. And on top of that, I think the battle will come to an end depending on what you do and what you do before the war. Well, this plaything can be a good teaching material to learn one end of it. Just..."

That said, my uncle put the pawn on the board.

I don't just put them down, I snap them down on the board with the pawns I have.

"Some guys have the force to blow up those measures like this. Like your father."

My uncle sighs as he laughs bitterly.

"... I think my uncle would be a good military teacher if I listened to him."

"I've found my battlefield. … it's a fine battle to drink and drink. Hey, Gazelle?

That said, my uncle tipped the cup at hand.

"Ouch. Unpullable battle, but there it is."

Your father also holds a cup for some reason.

"So let's have another drink. It's gone."

"Well, I don't know."

The two laughed gahahahahahahaha, overlapping their cups.

... I don't know, I think all the words I just said have been ruined.

Your brother was moving his seat with the sleaze.

Yeah, you smell pretty tight about alcohol.

"Lady. With such a stinking face, the Blessed God will escape."

My uncle stroked my head.

"Don't be so uptight. Then you're going to run out of putz where it matters. What, you want to drink with me?

"Uncle, I'm a minor."

"It's a joke, a joke. Look, your daughter's father is staring at you."

"It would be obvious"

Your father said that while he was really staring at his uncle, he still seemed to enjoy it.

I laugh when I see how it goes.

... When is it the first time?

I can't believe the house is so bright.

I miss it and feel sorry for that nostalgic sight I won't return to.

He wanted to see it forever, so he narrowed his eyes.

But time moves forward.

The phantoms of an overly gentle past dull my readiness.

"... Uncle, it's good to see you today. Come again."

Say goodbye to that sight, and I headed back to the training ground.