The Strategist Knows Everything

Flowers or gems are commonly used to compare a woman's beauty to something. It would be "stars” that are used when they are not enough or when actors are scarce. Mysterious beyond the reach of man, an absolute thing that extends into the sky.

The sun and moon stand out among them. Why? It's like I saw it. It's from a big guy. And day and night. The light that illuminates gives you so much favor that people don't even appreciate it. When compared to them, the female side would just shy away. It's as beautiful as the sun, if they say so, wouldn't they deny it, that's too good?

But there are women who do look good at it. Being a modern man, I watch a lot of women through books, TV, the Internet. Some of them used simple beauty as a weapon, and clearly, when the world in which they lived was different, it was so beautiful that I could just see it.

Even compared to those women, the woman in front of me now, the supreme maiden, is beautiful out of the group. I heard he was seventeen years old. Even though you're below me, do you look older because of your behavior or because of your appearance?

The golden hair up to the back is more lustrous than any fine silk, and the pale eyes emit a clearer glow than any blue sky. White skin is meticulous and limbs and hips that can be heard slightly from white robes are incredibly thin. This is still not enough. It's a beauty I can't compare to.

I could understand not using anything other than the sun and the moon. Unless you are so word-savvy, it will be difficult to describe her beauty without using the sun or the moon.

I even took it seriously that if I shaped a man's ideals, I might be her.

It's good to see her close by. You'll be able to watch for hours. I am.

But she has only been sitting in a chair for quite some time now, looking out the window at the view. When this is the case, it is probably the job of the talker to talk and cut out, but it has not been a day since what happened.

Originally, you're not good at talking. I can talk about books, but I don't know about books in this world. When I do, when I talk about modern books, it's like my creation or my experience. I don't have the confidence to listen to that hand. More importantly, there is no talking.

Well, what's the matter? Lady Dio left the castle immediately after welcoming her to the castle because of a sudden errand.

The reason she came here was both to replenish supplies and to rest. It's the only place in this danger zone that can be described as safe, so there's no choice.

Nevertheless, I can't make you wait without doing anything. At Dio's discretion, I was alone in the room with a girl called the supreme maiden, the only person around Dio who could move freely and attract her interest.

Dear Dio said easily, keep me close enough to be called by name, but the hurdles are too high. Instead of talking to the beauty, I didn't get to talk to the woman very often. What am I supposed to do?

"... the supreme maiden. Is there any inconvenience?

"... My name is Sophia Leesberg. It's not called the supreme maiden."

A voice like the sound of a bell is spun out of his little mouth. I haven't heard a voice that wanted to hear more of it in years since I heard the song of a beautiful singer with a very voice. Not only is he beautiful on the outside, but he also has a solid voice, which means he has no gaps.

"Excuse me. I was advised not to call your name lightly."

He said so with a smile for now, but the eyes of the big man were unusual as if he were the captain of the escort he had advised. I'm surprised you chose me to talk to you because you don't call me names, you don't touch my body, you don't approach me easily. You don't have to touch me or come near me. Can you do that to the first woman you meet?

"That's Captain Larg, isn't it? I don't mind Sophia."

"Then I will call you Lady Sophia. Do you need to talk to me?

"Right...... What are those unusual clothes?

"It's the clothes of my country. It's rare when you say it's rare because it's not a lot of stuff out there."

It's a lie. It's so mass-produced. Nevertheless, I wouldn't be out in this world. If I wear it, I won't like it, but it will attract my attention, and I don't have any clothes other than this, so I have to ask Dio to change.

"Is this island clothing…… there are other things that have changed besides kimonos."

"Why did you think I was from the island?

"Are you not?

"Well, what do you think? However, sometimes children from the island have dark hair and dark eyes. I thought it would be premature to conclude that you're from the island because you have dark hair and dark eyes."

"So your parents, or one of them, are from?

"My parents are both from the island, and I'm from the island, too"

After I said it with a smile, a strange silence flowed. That's it. It's similar to the silence that flows when you joke about someone you can't get through and piss them off. Shit. I might have pissed you off.

"I mean... you say you lied?

"No way. I just said that sometimes, and I'm not denying it. I hope so."

"It's something similar! What the hell? I don't know what it means to lie."

"It's not a lie, it's a joke. It's a play of words that you mouth with play. It may not work with people, but in this case, I can tell you that I made fun of Sophia."

When I said that as a garlic, Sophia turned bright red on her face and shifted her gaze to the view outside again.

I failed. I'm going to enjoy the conversation, but I'm the only one who called and they got angry. I thought it was a good choice.

"... to me... no one jokes or makes fun of me..."

"With all the facts, I don't think I can breathe. Sometimes you need to play like an exaggerated or irrelevant story, I think. People also need room so that they can make room for what is called play when making things."

"I can't breathe...... I can afford it...... what do I look like?

"You look very breathless and unable to afford it. Is it tough? Playing the supreme maiden is"

The moment I say it, the wind passes directly next to my face. If you turn your neck back slowly like a broken brisket, you have a light crack in the wall. Something like a bullet in the wind. If you hit it, you won't die, but you'll probably pass out.

"Don't ever speak to me again"

"... This is a story I know. So it has nothing to do with Master Sophia at all. May I talk to you?

"Go ahead."

With your permission, I'll take a deep breath. Seeing that windy bullet, what I'm trying to do now could be suicide. What I dared to remove would be an indication of intention to hit it a second time. Still, I wanted Sophia to pull out of my shoulder.

My best friend stabbed me and I noticed it. That means that everyone is playing somewhat. the self that others seek. We're all working hard because we can't solve someone by ourselves. So did my best friend, I think. Actually, maybe it was a narbus. Actually, maybe he didn't like talking to people. That's why they squashed me. As a friend, instead of accepting Vegan's best friend, I couldn't even realize it.

That regret only held me back a little. Master Sophia is definitely unable to do so. There's no way there's a woman in this danger zone who's fine. You look fine because that's what you're playing.

"There is a very beautiful girl I know. She is a girl as divine as the sun and as mysterious as the moon. The girl has been asked to use one. But in your destination was a tyrant who fed women."

"You, the story is…………………."

"I got your permission. Let me finish."

"… Continue"

"Yes. The girl didn't want to go near that tyrant. But we just have to go. If I don't go, someone else will. That was an issue that could not be seen by a girl. In the end, the girl goes to use it and the tyrant finds her. But the girl knew how to repel the tyrant in advance, so she left the tyrant without difficulty. But the girl's heart won't clear. Because no matter how much of a way to repel it, there can be a" maybe ”. Every time I thought about it, the girl felt terrified. When the girl finished using you, she tried to go home first."

"…… So?

Sophia's expression is slowly starting to cloud. I don't want him to look like that, but he won't open his heart, so I can't help it. It may be an extra favor, but Master Sophia seemed spicy to me.

"But the girl got tired. You have to rest somewhere. So we headed to the house of the brave men who are about to defeat the tyrant. The brave man welcomed me with pleasure, but the girl's heart will not clear. Because... the girl thought that the brave might be the same as the tyrant."

"You're done talking. My prediction is that the story doesn't follow from there."

"I do. It ends up being safe to go home. That's for sure."

"…… what are you going to do? I thought you said earlier that you would not condone disrespectful remarks?

"That's crazy. I just talked about someone I know. I have absolutely nothing to do with Master Sophia. And I have a question."

"What…………?

I felt my mouth dry. I have no idea about witchcraft, but no doubt Master Sophia is ready. If Master Sophia feels slightly uncomfortable, I will probably eat the bullets of the wind.

Emotions turn to stress. Whatever the form, if you spit out your emotions, you should lose your shoulder strength.

Well, I'm the danger, but I won't let it die.

"What do you think of the girl?

"What do you want?

"What do you think of the story now? More directly...... are you hitting it?

Moment. I danced the universe. That sounds good, but it was blown away by a hell of a storm.

The room where Sophia and I live is huge. That's about as big as the school classroom. It was blown from near the window at its end to the door on the other side.

I didn't think this was a good idea, but I can't do anything about it. I don't know anything about martial arts or sports. I mean, I don't even know how to take passivity satisfactorily.

I get slapped to the floor as much as I want from my back, my head shakes back and forth, and the back of my head is also struck on the floor several times.

Both hands and legs hurt, but the biggest problem is I can't breathe. I can't breathe well because of the strong blow to my back and the sudden breeze. His vision is further distorted because of the blow to the back of his head. A complete concussion.

"You............! Didn't you feel confident to prevent it!? And don't even take passivity!

You just thought it was a bad idea, Master Sophia rushing up to me. He crouches nearby, peeks in my face, but he's so distorted, I don't know who he is. I managed to breathe, but that's all. I've only experienced so much hardship since birth as counting.

"Dear Diorud, even though you are close…………………"

"… today… has just become…… passive… I don't know how…"

"With such skill...... why did you say such stupid things!

My vision starts to stabilize somehow. Apparently it's transient. When my vision stabilizes, my consciousness goes to pain all over my body. It sucks. My whole body hurts.

"Anxiety, time... listen, I want... quite"

"With that way of asking……… no one spits inside…………………"

"Because…… you listen to me properly and you don't ……… if you provoke me, I wondered if you would listen……"

"... are you... stupid...? Why don't you just let it go? The woman I just met today, etc... said I caught a glimpse of anxiety that I couldn't seem to breathe... it's none of your business...?

My voice made me angry. Very soft voice. The problem is that he looks like he's going to cry a little, but I guess this is what Sophia is all about. There's nothing wrong with that. It's no different than me. I feel anxiety, and I feel pain. Before the supreme maiden, she's a girl.

"My friend... I realized he was in pain, and I couldn't give it to him. So... if you could see someone inside... I've decided to save you. Then, by chance... I saw Sofia-sama's insides a little. It's not hard to imagine Sophia's mood. There's something wrong with him who doesn't notice..."

"… I am……."

"It was hard, and I should have been scared. But I was about to be squashed without being shown around...... It's okay. I'm the only one here..."

It's okay to take the mask.

At the same time, Sophia began to spill large tears. Somehow my body started to move. When I woke up my torso, Lady Sophia put her forehead on my shoulder and spilled a whimper as it was.

Prediction is something anyone can do. In modern times, it's like letting a serial rapist walk down a path with repellent goods. It could be a lifetime trauma.

Strength has nothing to do with it. It's not about making me do it, even though it's not about what I have to do.

If the guy who told Sophia to go to Velis was in front of him, I would have hit him. That's how Sofia-sama buried her face on my shoulder and cried.

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Sophia stopped crying after a while, and I sat in the chair again. It still hurts all over my body, but it's a lot better than just now. The pain will go away as it is. If it hurts enough to disappear, I can tolerate it. It's tens of thousands of times better than indelible pain.

"Did you calm down?

"... Yes..."

Master Sophia speaks of a reply that is about to disappear. Shame on you for crying, your face is slightly red.

Well, the wall of mind is gone, and you want to talk and go?

"I'll say no first. Master Dio will not harm Master Sophia. If they're strong, they're from around Dio, but we'll be sure to come and let them know then. If you get caught, I'll make sure you get away with it. So don't worry."

"… I'm sorry………"

"Er, what is your apology for?

"I attacked with magic and… I suspected it"

Being attacked by witchcraft, well. This is the one who dared to repeat the act of provocation. I'm probably the one who's worse off around the consequences of letting them attack you and put you in guilt.

Doubting is not a bad thing. It's some kind of defensive act. If you're an easy-going princess who has no doubt at all, I won't strain myself this far either.

"Don't worry about it. It's no big deal."

"But... did it hurt.........?

"Well, it hurt, but I'm the bad one. Besides... this is how Master Sophia can look me in the eye and talk to me. That's it."

Master Sophia, who never looked me in the eye before, now looks me in the eye and talks to me. I would say a great deal of progress.

"You are…… kind."

"It's Yukito. Clay Yukito. No, it's Yukito Clay."

"If I were you, I wouldn't have even heard your name..."

"Because I didn't name it. 'Cause even when I first named you, I felt like it was called you."

"Definitely. I don't think they called me by name. I hate being called the supreme maiden, but I don't call anyone else's name... she's the worst..."

Master Sophia shrugs like that and starts looking out at the view. There's nothing outside. The meadow is spreading. It seems like a sight that I would get tired of watching all the time, but Master Sophia seems different.

"I hate the name of the supreme maiden. You will not be able to leave a given room on a day when there is supposed to be a star circle or a magical disaster. As well as meeting people and how they behave that day, there are times when they are limited to the words they interact with and the number of steps they walk. Because everything is called the supreme maiden."

"That is......... how breathless. By the way, limiting words and steps, do you have good things to do?

"Words have power, and so do numbers. But there's no such thing as limiting your usual casual conversation or walking and getting any effect."

That's how Master Sophia sighed. I just sighed, but when Master Sophia does, it's too picturesque and troublesome. A beautiful girl with her eyes down gently and a sigh as she sat in her chair. In this day and age, many paintings may come to me asking me to draw them. When I think I'm the only one looking at that now, I feel like I won for some reason.

"That's how you feel, I was wondering if you could tell about it in 10,000."

"You barely understand. But it was not the supreme maiden, but the first time Yukito had tried to understand a woman named Sofia. Thank you very much."

Thank you. Seeing the smile that Sophia smiled on, I blushed, lighting up and not caring.