The Strategist Knows Everything

Sophia woke up with her face up to a different feeling.

A feeling close to discomfort was attached to Sofia. What is that? I fell asleep, I didn't have to make sure, and Sophia knew right away.

The bed is different. Not just the bed, but the room, you can say it to Sophia's friends, the winds, everything was different there. The reason is that this is not the Albion.

"You've come to Velis..."

Squeezing slowly, Sophia realizes the sun is very high from outside the window and exhales. Only then can we see that this is not Albion. In Albion, people called elders and nobles of Albion decide on the time to wake up Sophia, around the stars and in the divination of the day. Because it's never too late to be early, it's impossible for Albion to turn the heavens and the earth upside down, such as when Sophia is asleep until this hour.

Reminded of the pleasant memory of falling asleep twice, which remained slightly, Sophia changed her posture to a depression and buried her face in the pillow.

When I'm worried about sleeping for the first time in my life like this, the door to Sofia's room is knocked. The sound reminds Sophia that this is an enchantment that should not be distracted for a moment for a woman.

And at the same time, it reminds me of my pathetic ugliness last night.

I magically blew out someone who cared about me, told me what I meant, and accidentally cried in front of that person. In the seventeen years of Sophia's life she has spent so far, she was ugly enough to get into three fingers. At least, that's what Sophia thought.

Reminds me of the ugliness, being bored, but being that guy, maybe we can be friends. and Sophia had pale expectations. It could be Sophia's first friend of the opposite sex.

That's why Sophia was ashamed of herself last night, when she swore that she would not expose herself to any more ugliness when she went to bed, but the next morning she went to bed and even thought about going to bed three times. In shame, I answered the person who knocked on the door for now.

"... who is it?

It's Yukito.

"... who is it?

Sophia, who doesn't sound familiar with the name Yukito, returns it that way, but beyond the door. Yukito, who had visited Sofia's room in a whim, thinking he had gotten somewhat close to him in one case yesterday, had his hands on both knees with a tired face.

Sophia muttered with Yukito, Yukito, and finally realized that was the person who acted as her talking point yesterday, exposing herself to the ugliness of being blown away by the magic of the wind, being put to heart and crying in front of her. That's how I realized.

Sophia felt the blood draw from her face. I don't like being called the supreme maiden, I talk depressingly, I don't even try to hear it until I name the person who asked me that, and I forget the next day.

This is outrageous. They mistake me for my poor woman. The moment that such an idea came to Sophia's chest, the door was knocked with a sound that was considerably more modest than just now.

"... breakfast, no, is it lunch already? Master Dio wants to grab lunch with you... What do you want to do...?

Hearing the sinking voice, Sophia could immediately imagine what Yukito looked like across the door.

Awkward. I thought so, and when I got out of bed, I realized that I was a thin sleeping roll, and again, Sophia thought it was awkward.

Because it was hot last night, Sophia fell asleep in thin clothes, but she couldn't leave the room dressed like this. Seeing myself in the large mirror in the room prepared by Dio, I felt awkward three times.

Usually flowing blondes were everywhere with sleeping habits, her sleeping face could not be flattered or healthy, and she looked far from normal. It was still beautiful enough not to attract many women, but unfortunately or naturally, for Sofia today, it is her normal self to compare, not the many women in the world.

Should I apologize, even if I expose myself as dazzled as the sun and not as mysterious as the moon? Should I have been misunderstood enough to expose myself to this? Results of a variety of thoughts. Sophia comes up with something simple.

"Will you wait there for a while?

Ha, I don't mind. The moment the word returned, Sophia hurriedly began to get dressed.

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Near the castle of Count Eulen there was a vast meadow, where Dio, who had invited Sofia for lunch, and Yukito, who followed him as his entourage, were at the lunch place in a candley manner.

There seemed to be a delicious line of meals at the table that Yukito and a few others deliberately carried, which seemed so illusory that just watching it would make them hungry, but it was another reason for the two of them to be cowardly.

"I wonder why Sophia is so beautiful."

"That's right. I wonder why it's so beautiful."

If two men are brought together around the age, the world will be different and similar, such as topics. If you have a nearby heterosexual, you can say that's the choice.

"I only had a glimpse yesterday, but Yukito talked in his room, didn't he? What did you tell him?

"You're not talking that much, are you? What do you mean? I think I just heard of stupidity."

"Stupidity? Like what?

"The supreme maiden seems to have a lot of difficulty with her title and position. So at least while I'm here, I don't want to do that."

"So why don't you grab lunch outside?" You suggested to me? That's sweet, isn't it?

"Is it rare to eat without paying attention around? I just thought so. Because I'm in a different country, I knew it..."

Yukito noticed that the wind had stopped blowing a little, and when he saw Sophia walking in with the big man of the escort, he closed his mouth. This is Dio and Sophia's luncheon, and if they talk, they say, but otherwise Yukito shouldn't do anything more than his entourage, Dio's entourage said.

"Dear Sophia. Thank you for having responded to my invitation."

"Welcome. It's an honor to invite you. Dear Diorud."

Sophia gracefully thanks Dio, who seems to be the prince of a country and has given her a beautiful tribute.

Beautiful man, beautiful woman. That word came to Yukito's mind, but he doesn't really look like he's catching up, and he mists quickly. Dio is usually a beautiful man. It's just simply that Sophia is too beautiful to match.

Nevertheless, Dio is also quite familiar with the treatment of women. The luncheon came to an end with pleasure as we brought up the topic well from Sofia and sometimes shared our stories.

As she cleaned up the dish and drank a drink similar to tea after the meal, Sophia looked at Yukito and immediately turned her gaze back to Dio and told him.

"I'd like Yukito to wake me up tomorrow morning, please?

Moment. Yukito felt the big man in the escort, Larg, with his gaze full of shooting and slapping him to death, cold on his spine.

Dio heard it, looked suspicious for a moment, but looked sideways at Yukito, who was sweating cold, and decided if this was funny, smiling and agreeing.

"Then let us also turn to Yukito tomorrow. Do you have any other requests?

"Right...... Do you mind if I borrow Yukito at night? As a speaker."

"Go ahead. It's good, right? Yukito."

Yukito, deprived of his veto, smiled from Dio, and from Larg, poised to kill, but nothing more than to snort.

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That night. Sophia and Yukito didn't have anything to say about it, but they were just spending their time watching what was going on outside. As for Yukito, I've just been preparing a few topics, and the clapping out was a good place, but seeing as Sofia seems comfortable, well, okay? I thought so.

Tonight was a full moon, and looking at that full moon, Yukito failed, trying to compare the beauty of Sofia to a full moon. I can't think of anything.

Hitting by his own lack of imagination, Yukito looks chilly at Sofia sitting in her chair and smiles bitterly.

Sophia was still sleeping, shaking her head slightly at all costs. You're fast asleep for waking up late. And so on, Yukito speaks to Sofia.

"Dear Sophia. In bed if you can sleep."

"... yeah..."

Sophia, rising from her chair, makes her way to the bed in an irresistible foothold, but along the way, she is about to fall several times, and Yukito supports it and manages to reach the bed.

"…… I'm sleepy…………."

"You'll see. I'll be back tomorrow to wake you up, so sleep."

"…… Yukito……… What is my name………………?

Yukito answers the question asked in an almost sleepy voice, perplexed, once and for all, seriously.

"Dear Sophia Leesberg,"

"... it's Sofia... please call me Sofia... I don't like it..."

That being said, Yukito is even more perplexing. Definitely half asleep. It is a kind of question that I have forgotten in the morning. I felt useless just to answer seriously, but I was stared at by Sophia, who was slightly moist, and Yukito called Sophia without resisting.

"Then let me call you Sophia."

"... hehe, I did it..."

What did you do? Is it? Sophia was resting quietly when Yukito thought about asking. Since the clothes remain white robes, it is awkward to leave them like this, but Yukito can't take them off, so from here on out it will be the work of the women's entourage in the castle.

Yukito grinned bitterly when he saw Sophia's defencelessness resting quietly and, once again, murmured Sophia's name.

"Sophia......"

And I guess Yukito, who remnantly left the room, doesn't remember anyway. And he was squeaking, leaping his mind at the instant happiness he grabbed. It wasn't for a moment that I realized it was the next morning when I saw Sophia turning her face bright red.