The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Why, I'm sixteen years old.

At the age of sixteen, he will also be treated as an "upper class" in the college, which seems to have a lot more to do.

More things to do.

It sounds nasty.

Even so, if you are an ordinary student, your studies have just seen an end in credits as well.

More commas have also opened up on the timetable, making it easier when it comes to total enrollment.

Among the new beginnings of being an upperclassmate are the "All-University Chess Match" and the "Knights Academy Martial Arts Association".

The Knightly Academy Martial Arts Association is an event called the Heavenly One-Takeshi Association, which determines the strongest of the Knightly Academy.

Two students selected from students aged 25 and over 16 compete for martial arts.

Ten or so other good ones are chosen to take the front seat.

Apparently it's more honorable to compete in this guy than anything else as a knight, so people about twenty years old seem to work hard at messing around during the summer months to encourage archaeology.

But at the age of sixteen, there is just no selection bud itself, so apart from me being less interested than my ex, the atmosphere in the dorm didn't make such a difference.

A college-wide chess battle is more of a celebration for correctional institutions than a chivalry, where both the chivalry and correctional institutions get messy and play tournaments.

but in fact, the fun is strong: the rivalry between the two houses.

The Knights' Institute shall send one representative at a time from the dormitories of a school year aged between sixteen and twenty-three years.

Unlike the martial arts, one can always leave.

Twenty-three years old is the upper limit, apparently, because gradually graduating gradually after twenty, fewer candidates.

So at this time of year we're going to play a mess of chess in the student dorm.

Of course, there are the ones who aren't interested in chess fights, and they're not more relevant than they were, but I couldn't be like that.

Why, in this dorm, Me and Myalo are totally on the double.

This doesn't mean I won't be in the Delegate Selection.

This selection was negotiated by the dozen chess enthusiasts in the dorm and was to be played in the league, not in the tournament, but being a good game was a cruel thing, and neither Me nor Myalo, what a loss.

That would have been the end of this if Me and Myalo had pointed to one station from the start.

I didn't think so, but this is still a festive event, and it would be impeccable to say so.

So the final showdown was a battle between me and Myalo.

"Come on."

I put my hands together and rubbed it gently.

Yuri, let me tell you something first.

"Hmm?"

"I am this battle, negative (...) Ke (...) Let (...) N (...)"

Myalo seems rarely motivated.

Isn't that where you want it?

"Right. Make sure you work hard."

"Yes, then, you shake the dice"

Myalo shook the corn and the dice.

Six.

"Loc. You got hit."

This means that the more prominent are the first.

Douqi is generally regarded as somewhat advantageous by the forerunners.

Next I shook the dice.

It was two.

"Sorry to hear that."

"Right."

I was feeling some joy inside.

The appearance of the dice does not determine the battle, but it must be at a disadvantage.

I was going to lose.

Why should I be in a tournament like this when I'm even busy?

My strength is known to the dorm, so I was able to abstain and lose streak battles, but if I'm a Myalo opponent, I can lose to no one.

Even if you lose by pointing at a somewhat unnatural hand, you can't possibly be noticed because no one is alone who has reached the level of Me and Myalo in the first place.

"Bye."

Myalo put the spear on the edge forward a little bit.

This game is played by a comma called Kakedrihey and Oushu Eagle Soldier, which acts like a flying horn, so to speak.

And the Driving Bird Soldier is blocked in his initial state by a comma called Spear Soldier who can only advance to the chess infantry.

Unlike chess, there is no tactic of completing a hole bear-like enclosure as soon as possible, so when it comes to the first hand, it's usually either moving the king eagle or paving the way for the driven bird.

In other words, putting the end spear forward is a bad hand that is not normally considered.

What are you thinking?

Though I felt a little happy remembering the comic strip I was holding on to at the edge under the moon.

I thought for a moment and pointed to the hand that would pave the way for a bird soldier.

How to lose naturally.

I put my hand on the board and said, "I lost," but there is something called a situation.

Even if this one "lost" in an absolutely dominant phase, I wouldn't be convinced around if I didn't explain how it was packed.

It's not a good idea to get into that situation.

The dormitories, who are audiences, to the extent that they are barely convinced, lose under the guise of nature.

That way I can get away from the tournament in the best possible way.

That's what I was thinking.

But Myalo was squeezing all of his skill so that he could not create the situation.

By the side, it would have seemed like an amateur who had just begun to fight chess was pointing to it while making sure of the rules.

But between us, we were rewarded with more advanced moves than ever before.

I don't want to, I don't want to. I don't want to be in a tournament.

But Myalo was obstinate and thorough everywhere.

Amazing calmness and precise reading when it comes to being demanded a different way of pointing than usual.

And after spending twice as much time as normal, referring to an unprecedented number of hands, two hundred and thirty, the apparent three-handed shape finally appeared in everyone's eyes.

Of course, I'm the one who's stuffing it.

Carol, on the other hand, Dora even seemed to see the stuffing, and she's always looking at the board. All the time, she's squeezing her head off and twitching, which she doesn't have to analyze the battlefield, but she's nodding, yeah, with a refreshing face.

Lost.

Convinced in a way, I pointed to the hand to pack.

Then, immediately, "I'm here," Myalo said.

I wasn't ready...

In his readiness to 'lose', Myalo had set his mind from the beginning.

My first few hands, Myalo, were getting serious.

That was the division of the battle.

"Goho, goho," I coughed deliberately. "Something's suddenly making me sick. I might go to bed tomorrow."

The main battle begins tomorrow at the Royal Castle.

"I don't believe that's going to happen."

Myalo smiled nicely.

"You don't want to leave so much..."

There it is.

That's where I misread.

Myalo likes chess fights, and I didn't think he wanted to be in the main battle that much.

You probably studied it for a week or so to lose at this station.

In the course of doing it, there were several times that I just thought so, hands that made me feel more heavily than flashing, more like a trail of effort than talent.

If it was enough to do that, it would be easier to get into the tournament.

If you lose two fights along the way before then, my win will be confirmed...

No, if I did, would I have lost and adjusted appropriately?

It must have been a mess of Itachi and ended up playing this fight.

"I look forward to Yuri-kun's struggle."

Myalo smiled again with a smile that she could not even see the pieces of her distrust.

"I've been a master lately, too."

Carol below, as always, commented on the First World War.

"I didn't know why in the current station. Looks like he was turned into a fox."

I would have been beaten up if I knew why.

Two opposing stations of exceptional strength compared to the others, so no one just spoke.

The next day, the tournament began at the Royal Castle.

Even though it was a holiday, I was somehow sitting in a chair and lined up in front of people.

It's Myalo's fault.

Because he cheats and loses.

"We will now begin the FY2316 All-University Chess Match! Please spare no applause for the college players lined up here!!!

When a woman's opening ceremony facilitator said, the audience applauded her.

Even so, the audience is not as good as I thought.

About five hundred people?

The tournament is played in the Great Hall of the Royal Castle, which I use for my entrance ceremony, so I missed a lot behind the hall.

Most of them are graduate students who support their peers, and adults are as good as some of the free men who like to fight chess are coming.

I guess the game we're playing today isn't so important.

The attraction is tomorrow's final, and today it's only an outpost.

"The tournaments will be combined in the order they are lined up here"

said the host.

I wondered why it was in such an orderly fashion, but I was good at it.

The chairs sit differently between men and women.

Me, or all the men, they're pinched on both sides by girls.

I was surprised it was a concoction or something, but you know what?

This means that the first battle is bound to hit the Knights' Home and Correctional Home.

I think you want to fight so much.

From what I've heard beforehand, they compete between the ages of sixteen and twenty-three, with eight knight candidates selected one at a time from the dorm and an equal number of correctional students.

The dormitories at the correctional home are divided between men and women in birch dormitories and blue cat dormitories, but I wonder how they choose their representatives.

To see the players lined up, there seemed to be no men in the representatives of the correctional home.

I don't know the details of how you're choosing it, but correctional students probably choose it on a full strength basis because they all look older than me.

I feel more disadvantaged when it comes to choosing.

Dou Chess is a brainstorming battle, so of course he doesn't tend to be as prominent as martial arts that use his body, but of course he tends to have more arms on top of his grade.

In that regard, the Knights' Home is tied up as a dorm representative by age, so speaking of the trend, the Correctional Home would still be more advantageous.

I don't know about this, even if the most powerful one eventually wins because it's a tournament fight.

They have four tables in the venue, eight of the first round point to four stations, and the next eight, including me, digest the remaining four.

Other players will be mixed up in the audience and touring other games.

When I walked into the holding room, there was nobody but me.

Luckily for me, I lay down on a superior couch, and when I was asleep, I was woken up in a small hour.

"You're a Yuri player. Please come because the previous game is over"

That's what the attendant said.

"Okay."

Oh, boy.

Follow the attendant for a while and enter the Great Hall.

"Open up, I'm an athlete"

I heard a voice, waves of people, and went inside.

Removing the thick rope strapped to a simple waist-length fence will

"Go ahead."

I was prompted to go inside the fence.

If I've come this far, I'd better be serious, too.

Nothing, I just didn't want to leave because it was so hard, and it doesn't mean I really didn't like to leave.

For once, I'm standing with my dorm on my back.

There was already an opponent sitting at the table.

"Nice to meet you"

And it was an elderly woman who bothered to stand up and greet me.

About twenty?

I was greeted by a woman with a slight pinch up of both hems of the penitentiary skirt.

"... it's nice to meet you"

Normally, I bowed my head and said hello back.

When I take my seat, the girls line up behind the seat on the other side, yellow cheering that it's "good luck".

My opponent responds to that cheer with a flash of wave.

I feel the same cheer coming from over here, but that was all a man's dummy voice.

I don't like it.

When they rolled the dice and took the lead, the battle began.

Tong Tong, pointing to it, only four hands found out the other's methods of warfare.

It's a tactic of war called Ichikaku-kun.

When it comes to chess, it's like stick silver, and leading the way is the path that everyone passes once in the process of getting better at amateurs.

In addition to the large pawn named Driving Bird and Wang Eagle, he creates another pillar that will be needed for attack with a spear and carriage.

Spears and carriages are very compatible, and sticking out at the same time is a really sensible tactic, simply strong and troublesome to collapse.

However, given that measures are thus elaborated and tactics are immediately found out from the characteristic pawn hauling at the beginning, it is difficult for the Xuan to handle the opposite.

Close to home, Carol is a follower of Ichikaku-kun, and he uses this like a fool's memory when he's at the forefront.

Carol still has no ideas or anything because it's under the inside.

This other guy, I forgot his name, but he just came as a delegate, and unlike under inside, he was quite ingenious.

But when you're done, is this what it is? I was under the impression.

It seems a lot less sublime than Myalo's.

Even though it's over, they just think I'm done on my own, and they seem willing to stick while they know the disadvantage, but they just don't realize it, and if I'm not mistaken, they're already packed.

Whichever way the king fled, there was only a difference between finishing with five hands or finishing with seven.

There seems to be no time limit for this battle, and the opponent is repeating his long thought.

I got lost enough and pointed to the hand to pack with the seven hands, but when he pointed to me the next hand, he seemed to see the packing muscle after a while, and he threw "Here I am".

He seemed so impressed with remorse that he began to lean down and pour out tears and leak a whimper.

The audience around him, supposedly friends, immediately went into comfort, stroking his back too when he crossed the fence, encouraging him.