Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

"Um? Sister Isna?

Peek into the face of my sister, where Fia is face-to-face.

Isna doesn't even move her tail picturesque as if it's frozen, her eyes wide open and she's stiffened with a stare at the plate surface.

"also......"

"Also?"

"One more time! That was too much!

Isna sticks out her index fingered hand and applies to Feea for a rematch.

"Huh? Another time, how do I do this?

In contrast to Isna like that, Fia hasn't even noticed that this fight is over.

"This is your win, so I say we rearrange the pawns one more time and fight again."

"Huh? Me, did you win? To your sister Isna?

Though Phea says so, she has no real sense of winning at all, or has a look of confusion that seems far greater than joy.

"Ha, it just so happens! Next time, it's no use!

"Yes!

Feer starts to line up the pawns again, viking her body trembling, pushed by the pressure of Isna, who doesn't seem to be the side looking for a losing and rematch.

The arrangement is the beginner himself.

Was that just a coincidence......

With that in mind, I'll just watch the next fight begin.

"I'm coming!

"Yes..."

Isna stripping her of all overflowing blood and Feer looking slightly frightened by it.

But that look quickly reverses as the hand number progresses.

Whenever a patchy and creepy sound sounds, the position of Isna's head and tail gradually drops.

Is its height linked to the predominance of Isna, and by the time it fell below the height of the chair, the surface of the plate seemed unbroken.

"Nah... no..."

And by the time his tail reached the ground, the king of Isna had completely lost his escape.

"Is that it? Is this over too?

"Oh, you win Fia"

This time it ended earlier than earlier.

"Also, one more time..."

Isna applies to Fia for a rematch with a trembling voice.

But that next battle ended in an even shorter time.

Of course, in Fia's victory.

Isna stares at the surface of the plate, shamefully making its neat face look.

It is said that the strength of this on-board play is good terrain.

Though Feer is not that retarded, his seating grades are to an extent below average or slightly below that overall.

There is no doubt that Isna, which is well above average, is much better in terms of simple academic achievement.

But on the contrary as far as the results of this one inning are concerned, Fia overwhelmed Isna, not even for the beginners yet.

If this is not a coincidence, we need to first ascertain the identity of that strength.

"Fia, can I ask you one thing?

Isna in a state of relief is left alone for now to recreate the situation then on the board.

"Huh? Yes...... Go ahead..."

"This is the occasion."

That's the first battle with Isna.

"How did you hit the wizard here?

I ask about that dozen dozen that were hit on the occasion I thought were disadvantages and then became the starting point for a major reversal.

"Eh, that's, you know... it's hard to say what to say..."

Fia manages to linguize the intent, holding her head.

"I don't mind you telling me what I thought."

"Um... somehow, I hope it felt best to fit in there......"

"Good fit?

Even if they say so, to be honest, it still looks like just one odd hand to me.

But it is also certain that the odd hand will then completely dominate the plate surface.

"Yes... all I can say is yes... the... sorry..."

Feea comes apologizing with sorrow.

But I found out that I didn't hit the dark clouds, it was based on some sense.

"Take turns! Darling, take turns!

Thinking about Phea's words, Suddenly Isna came back to sanity and said so as she grabbed my clothes and swayed.

"What's that called..."

"Please! Take revenge!

I beg with tears in my eyes how sorry I was for losing to my beginner Fia.

It's an exaggeration, but I'm also sure you can't keep quiet as a hitter if you're shown something like this in front of you.

"So, Fia, will you do it with me next?

"What? Yes! Please be gentle…"

Sitting in a chair and facing each other, Feer bowed out of tension or in a stiffness sensing motion.

But now that makes me think that's something I might not be good at wearing a cute looking skin.

And the battle starts ahead of Fier.

The sound of pawning alternately rings.

Against me on a tough stone street beating muscle, Fia doesn't fit into shape. I'll deal with it with a beating muscle I've never seen before.

That, at first glance, is a novice-specific mess of hitting around.

But it gets into my eyes, and it also looks like it's happily jumping around in this little board world, unleashed from the load in the outside world.

But that's not why I'm gonna lose when it's that easy.

If this is one end of Phea's talent, it's polite to hit him with all your might.

One by one glue continued, and the battle was close to mid battle.

In this state, the battle is going to be long... arrowheads that I thought...

Feea suddenly came up with a battle.

They're launching an offensive against my king to get him packed as soon as possible.

Too early for boulders. Still not packed.

Think about it that way and even go around to take it.

If I can outrun this, my victory will be almost certain.

Mobilize the pawns of your own army and receive them.

Getting pushed off?

No, it shouldn't be enough yet.

Against me desperate to take it, Fia keeps pawning lightly without changing her expression.

And after a long and intense offensive...

"... done?

Isna staring at the board muttered in a small voice, either way.

"Oh...... over"

An intense battle was fought between the dead and the battlefield tracks.

I managed to take the result. It ended with my victory.

But it was just a slight difference, just a win on paper.

My palms are wet with sweat.

Even though it is on the board, how long have you been exhausted from one-on-one battles?

Feea is still staring at me with a look like she doesn't quite know what's going on here.

If I had more experience, it would have been me who would have lost if she had reason.

That, on the contrary, can also be said to have been driven so far by other abilities alone.

A few more times, no, maybe not as early as next time.

Looking at the plate again, I recall the phrase 'fits well' that Phea had just said.

I can clearly see that this unparalleled screwed up surface was created even by leaving myself to that feeling.

But I still don't understand anything about what that feeling is like after a single station with Feer, and I don't feel like I can understand it from now on.

But if I dare to put it into words, should I even call it a view of the big picture beyond intelligence?

Fia could have it.