Game. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lydia was in a trance for a moment. When they are on an adventure together, Alan will leave some special ones in the loot or reward for them to choose, and if two people like the same thing, they will use a game to divide the winner. This is very rare, and they have very different hobbies and needs...... But Nia is an exception.

Nia is interested in too many things, but her interest in anything doesn't last long. No matter what he chose, he always stared at someone else's stuff with glowing eyes, and every now and then asked for "another game" to redistribute, until the annoyed old dwarf jumped up and grabbed him and beat him hard.

Lydia thinks that the little thief may just like the "game" itself. After all, he has a lot of tricks, but he doesn't always win by himself. She was also happy to watch him pestering everyone with a dead face...... Except for her.

Nya even dared to provoke Kellebrien, but never found her.

"Good old days...... She sneered.

"Okay. She said softly, "What game do you want to play?"

Unexpected changes ensued, and Count Hereford hugged his son tightly, relieved only when he heard the long-awaited voice. Heavy footsteps crashed into the darkness, and the heavily armed knights who finally broke through the barriers and poured into the hall filled almost half of the hall. The last imp screamed and turned into a foul-smelling puddle of flesh on the ground, and the mechanism on the wall was carefully removed to ensure that the place did not collapse, and Strandne Bofford was lifted out of the dark room...... Miraculously alive.

The priests who accompanied him came from the temple of the goddess of the dawn. Marshall told him to send the poor boy and his own evil son to the ground, and settled down, looking at the fellows gathered by the wall at the other end of the hall with a complicated expression.

Those people didn't seem to care about what was going on around them, and they really focused on the game...... After decades of life, Earl Hereford felt that the scene before him was even stranger than anything that had happened recently.

He was eager to grab the glamorous necromancer in one fell swoop—an enemy that even Scott Crissus had not been able to subdue. However, Fili and Stobel gave him a warning look almost at the same time, and he had to keep all the soldiers and mercenaries on their guard, and fence the space tightly...... And keep a long enough distance.

After all, it was an enemy that neither Scott nor Criesers had been able to subdue, and it was always a good idea to be careful.

He convinced himself in this way and continued to ...... with mixed feelings Listen to the little man start singing.

They seem to be playing checkers. The rudimentary sixty-four-panel chessboard was drawn by Nia on the ground, and the chess pieces were jingling gold and silver coins that he had found out of nowhere. Marshall really didn't understand why he sang when he played checkers - although Niah's cheerful singing was not unpleasant, it made him even more inexplicably furious.

He could only tell that Stobel was almost more nervous than he was in the fight...... Nervous and excited.

The only thing that can make a mage look that kind of expression is probably magic.

Marshall could only stand patiently in place, waiting for the final outcome. After all, it was a world he couldn't enter...... Can't get into, can't meddle, can't even understand.

If there was no such uncontrollable thing as "magic", the world would probably be much more peaceful," thought the Earl, who had been excluded, with annoyance.

There is no magic on the chessboard, and neither is there on the pieces. Nia Meyer may be a thief to be reckoned with, but she has no talent for magic - Lydia can at least be sure of that.

But it's a game of spices...... Just like Nia likes. There are twelve additional "traps" on the grid, which seem to be scattered very randomly, and even if you eat the opponent's pieces, if you land on those obvious "traps", you must follow the requirements that have been clearly written, sing a song, and learn to bark...... Or answer a question.

There is no requirement that is unacceptable to both parties. Lydia always had a cold smile on her lips, nodding her head in agreement when Nia asked her. No matter what tricks this guy wants to play, it won't be difficult for her to avoid all the traps and win. Whether the rules are simple or complex, board games are mostly based on calculations - no good mage is not good at calculations.

If Nia just wants to stall for time...... That's exactly what she wants.

She slowly and methodically coped with the opponent's random and random attacks, and the gold coins from different cities were eroding the enemy's territory little by little, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary...... Then, the moment she dropped a chess piece, the space around her became heavy and distorted.

The hall was still the same hall, whether it was Philip and Stobel around them, or the knights who were eyeing them not far away...... All disappeared in the blink of an eye. The dim light turned into thin gray-blue snakes, flickering silently in the air, swimming slowly.

The female mage was silent for a moment, then turned a ring with a blood-colored gem in her hand and chuckled under her breath.

"How did you do that?" she asked, looking innocent and curious.

"Not me. Nia grinned and tapped the ground, a silver coin bouncing between her fingers, "It's your own magic." ”

His voice was muffled and low, strangely long, like Lydia's own voice, as if it had come through some viscous liquid, and like a drunken man with a big tongue and a simple sentence that could be said in tapto.

Lydia looked down at the chessboard. Bypass the traps and win...... She focused on this, but before she knew it, her chess pieces were crookedly connected into a symbol under the deliberate guidance of Nia.

Everything in sight flickered slightly, but the symbol didn't move.

She didn't recognize the symbol...... But she's seen something similar.

Interesting--she thought coldly, her pupils constricted unconsciously, and there was a strong killing intent in addition to her intense curiosity.

She doesn't like to be teased, let alone teased by people she despises. She could perceive that her magic had not failed, but was flowing more abundantly in her fingertips, but she did not dare to act rashly...... This coerced feeling is all the more disgusting.

“...... What do you want to tell me?" she asked softly, "if there's anything you want to avoid your friends...... We actually have better options. ”

"The messengers of hell have no friends. Nia replied calmly, the distorted air obscuring his expression, but not changing the coldness in his tone, "Lydia Bell...... Let's make a deal. ”

. (To be continued.) )