"Games?"
Heath lifts her neck as she grabs the sconce.
"Yes, it's a game!
"Greater Battlechess would know."
"That's the boys' play!
"Stop talking about that game!
"Yaban!
Battlechess and I heard the girls flashed their faces.
By the way, Greater Battlechess is a board game played among Austrian boys. It's a hot board game that demands strategy, luck and, above all, power.
Specifically, to defeat the opponent's pawn, you have to slap your pawn and destroy it. Lack of power risks meeting payback.
The top showdown between Gollms and Zelius was amazing. When I attacked him, the pawn was scattered, and the remains of the pawn were scattered all over it.
About Battlechess, I don't know why, but I don't like it. It was the girls who looked up to the Greater Battlechess topic, but I get back on my mind and start getting ready for the game.
First, I'm going to take a lot of paper out of the box somehow. There was really a huge amount of paper.
"What's that?
When Phee visits frankly, Hera answers with a proud face.
"This is a collection of portraits of all kinds of good-looking people that we've collected to this day."
"Heh."
Fee's reaction was exactly what he called "heh".
It's also the word "heh" itself that has made the expression "heh" exactly like an example and came from the mouth.
I can't feel any interest in it completely anywhere.
It was just a complete "heh" reaction, with no appearance of interest attracted or even a slight reluctance. It's worse than obnoxious in a way.
Hera and the others get a little overwhelmed inside.
This collection of portraits is an invaluable asset to the girls who live in this town, gathered from the merchants of the streets and bought them hard in this country town.
But I'll just have to flush you out as an adult here. I don't know what this is worth because they're kids.
The girls were beginning to perceive that Fee's female power in front of them was apparently considerably lower than her first impression.
The girls solemnly stack bundles of paper depicted with cool men on the table.
And four of them began to line up on the table like cards. However, the paper is all tabular and the faces of the men are also visible to Fee's eyes.
"What game is it?
"I'll explain now. Even so, it's easy."
That's what Hela said as she worked her way up her finger.
"So at the same time, I'm referring to my favorite man from this. That's the loss of the smallest number of people I've ever pointed to."
I see, it's an easy game. And Fee thought.
I have no idea what it means to do it.
But there's only one thing I don't know.
"How do you choose a man of your choice?
"Is...?
The girls flashed at Fee as she leaned her neck.
"I've never thought about a man of my choice..."
That's what they said and Phee nodded, certainly speaking of it.
I had a desire to have a family with someone who would see me right against marriage, but I don't think I ever thought about what kind of man I'd particularly like.
The girls looked at Fee like they saw something incredible. I couldn't believe I'd never thought of that until I was alive as a girl and at this age.
At the same time, I get a little worried about the ahead of this game.
This game is the secret that the girls conceived wisely.
I like it. It's similar to nature and people who like it. In other words, if you turn this game around and grasp Fee's taste, you can also see if he doesn't hate you about Kuinu.
Heartshifting years. I've collected all kinds of handsome paintings, and each has something that appeals to my heart. But after all, it will be a portrait of Kuinu.
If Fee thinks the same thing, then the picture we choose with ourselves should come along similarly.
No, rather, I think it should be.
Why do you get slightly anxious when......
Everyone saw Fee's face with his scones on the edge of his mouth, and he felt anxious.
But still, we have to do it.
Even if this is not valid, you should be able to grasp some information from Phee's chosen painting. It is only executed.
The girls in the town of Pomera looked at each other and nodded.
"I'm afraid I can't give you any specific advice. But if you don't think about it as much as you can, you just have to choose to be frightened."
I see. Okay.
Fee nodded at Hera's advice, taking one deep breath.
"Don't think about it!
The next moment I screamed, I looked so stupid.
I kept my eyes open, my mouth pounded, and it was just a look I hadn't thought about.
…………
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The girls see that look and silence......
No... It's really not the look of a young, old girl doing.
Hera and the others have a tingling feeling that this sagging will end in failure.
"What's going on? You're not gonna do it?
Girls who were taunted with an asshole look and were sweating from their foreheads, but nodded with their necks.
"No, I'll do it"
Anyway, we don't start talking about things we don't try.
"Let me point you in the finger. I'm coming! Let's go!
For the first time, the girls of their age stood together and pointed to the portrait.
The result is...
"That, I lost"
Fee was just one, and he was lost pointing to a different man than the other girls.
"That's nasty..."
"I'm telling you, don't think of any way to beat me weird. Because choosing the person you like is the most important thing."
"Yeah, okay"
Second time.
"Me!
"Lost!
Third time.
"Me!
"Again!?
A dozen degrees to repeat.
(This guy...)
Among the girls, an answer was springing up.
In the midst of repeating it over and over, all I lost was almost Phee. There is some variation, so it could be a draw or point to the same person, but Fee's number of losses is Dantoz.
And, insignificantly, the girls were sorting the paper that Fee had chosen from other papers.
But there's nothing in return for that.
Because it wasn't unhelpful. Rather, contrary to the initial anxiety, this game had clearly and clearly communicated to the girls the information they needed. Because it was too obvious to look back.
"Me!
The 32nd game begins.
The girls chose was a young golden-haired, beautifully shaped knight boy.
And Phee chose a nearly 30 civilian-style youth.
"Hmm, why lose so much"
Leaving Fee with his neck hanging, the girls let go in their hearts of the answers that had gone completely.
(This guy......, I totally like older......!
Phee's chosen portraits were all over 25, young people, sometimes middle-aged, wondering whether there were nearly 40 of them.
By the way, some of the men depicted were boys of similar age to cousins, with parts similar to cousins, but not one was ever chosen. The portraits of the boys of that age sadly overlap the corners of the table.
"Me!
The girls muttered in their hearts when they saw Fee bluffing and cutting off boys his age with an unusual look on their face.
(Mr. Couinu... Hang in there...)