Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

"Fia, you do it!

A delightful Isna voice echoes in the room instead of the still grumpy Feer.

That finally solves the nervous air that was all over the room.

"But I lost..."

"What are you talking about? It's amazing how we can still push this far just a few times. I can't believe you had such talent."

"Talent…. But in the end, we're playing..."

That's what Fia says, laying face down a little dissatisfied.

I'm not talking to you, but if you're talented, it's obvious you think things like the other sisters were good.

"Wow, I don't get it. Maybe in the future, we'll be able to eat this."

"Am I the devil...?

"Ugh, but... it's also a pandemic in the Demonic neighborhood... it could be..."

Isna keeps saying words that comfort the faint fier.

You two don't seem to know what the hell this is going to do with the play.

But that's not impossible either.

Because many of the tactical strategists who have made a name for themselves in the past do not know that they also have superior skills in this on-board play.

Regardless, the reverse does not necessarily make up.

I can't yet assure you that Fia has the same abilities as those famous military masters, but it's well worth a try.

Think of it that way and stand up sideways with the two people you're talking to.

Then, remove some of the appropriate items from the materials arranged on the shelf and arrange them on the desk.

"Feea, can you take a look at this for a second?

"What is this?

Isna looked at the dossier and said, not Fia.

"Old battle detail."

"I've suddenly come out with something like that. What's wrong?

"Fine. Feea, just look at it."

"Uh... yes"

Hand Fia one of them.

That's a situational diagram of a big battle that used to exist, some types of shapes showing troop movements, terrain, etc.

"What do you think when you look at that?

"Oh, yeah... I don't care what you think... I don't know what this is..."

Fia is baffled that she was suddenly given material that doesn't make sense.

"Think of that whole map as this plate."

I say it while showing the plate surface I was using just now.

I know you're saying a hell of a thing while I'm at it, but if there's an assumption...

"Plate surface......?

"That's right. Do you feel anything at all?"

"Something..."

Fia showed it at that one station, staring at the map with a look that looked down on everything from somewhere high.

And...

"Here...?

I pointed to a point on the map.

The tone is backwards, and I can feel a definite feeling of confidence from the fingertips.

"It's nothing where..."

As Isna said peering in from the side, nothing is drawn on that map.

But I have it on hand. And then more time passes. Situation diagram.

There is a clear depiction of the presence of ambushes at the point indicated by Fia.

"I see..."

"Huh? What? What is it?

I'm confused as Isna alternately compares me to Fia's face, where only one person hasn't come about the situation.

"Uh, couldn't you...?

"No, I'm fine. Just..."

It's almost definitive that Feer has a paranormal strategic perspective.

But that's theory on the desk at this stage.

It is utterly unknown whether it acts in the same way in action.

I mean, we found a new path, but it's close to the dark where we don't even know if we're connected.

And what I can do is more limited than what others can't understand.

Putting this kid on such a path would be a big bet.

"Um... Doctor?

When you're worried about what to do, you hear from Feea.

"I'm not sure... Is there anything I could possibly do?

You guessed what you were thinking from how I was doing, that's what I'm asking.

"Phea, you may have the talent of a military master. But that's still only a possibility."

Tell without covering it up.

Like Sun's body technique and Fem's magic, it's not the kind of talent you can be sure you have.

"Military Master... Possibilities..."

Hearing it, Phea recites the word so that it bites off.

"Well, there might still be something else. I'm in a hurry."

"I will! Let me do it!

Blocking my words, Fia said that out loud.

The pawn placed on the plate under that pressure shudders small and clammy.

And from those eyes comes an unprecedented and powerful will.

Not out of a sense of impatience that the sisters are likely to leave behind, but the kind of strength that even found its way forward by its view of the big picture.

"Right... ok... If that's it, I won't say anything more. I'll support you as much as I can."

That's what I'm gonna tell you. Fia smiles like a flower all the time.

"Yes! So... what should I do first?

That's what Fia tells me.

He said he was motivated to find a way forward.

"First things first..."

Moving in front of the shelf again, thinking a little.

"Er, this and this and after... this and this and this. And this and this and this, too. And then to this, uh... hey, you need this too..."

I take a ton of paper bundles out of the shelves and pile them on my desk.

"Huh, Doctor?

"This and... this... It's everything from here to here, and I need that..."

Side by side with the bewildered Fear, loaded with additional materials.

"Okay, well, here's the thing"

In the meantime, I'll finish preparing everything I can think of.

I can't see Feer on the other side with a pile of paperwork loaded on my desk.

"What is this pile of materials and books..."

Isna opened her mouth as she turned into a fier that was becoming invisible and kept an eye on how things were going so far.

Ancient, present, East-West military law books and battle details.

"That's a huge amount..."

Isna has a face that she doesn't even like to see it.

"Uh, so what do I do with this...?

"Of course I'll have it all in my head"

I'll tell Phea clearly that I'm still confused from now on.

A warrior who directs tactics and strategies needs both reason and reason.

What is not enough for the fier now is the former overwhelmingly.

And the surest way to get it is to even read and pack a book.

"Why, is it all?

"Not only this, by the way, but we'll have a minute to ask Rosé to get it ready later."

I'm not a military expert. There's only a few things I can prepare for myself.

The history of mankind is the history of war.

There are literally mountains of books about the military.

"but I'll do my best..."

I heard Feea's pulling voice from the other side of the mountain made of paper.