“Checkmate.”
I shouted confidently and knocked over Callius's object.
We were playing with chess pieces while enjoying the afternoon sun.
I moved one white horse and knocked over two pieces.
Queen and Knight.
“Are you saying you’re going to process them simultaneously?”
Callius tilted his head as if to ask if the game would proceed that way.
I gestured to the other pieces surrounding where the queen and knight were standing.
"Surrounded like this, do either of you have any hope? Even if we try, it's just a matter of time."
I smiled proudly as I looked at the white objects standing tightly together without any gaps.
This tight and sharp formation, which surrounded the King, Queen, and Knight and prevented them from moving, felt like a wonderful piece of work.
I felt like I wanted to show it to everyone.
“Isn’t the location selection amazing?”
“That was quite creative, I admit.”
Callius gave a polite thumbs-up.
“But what if there is still room for the Queen to move?”
“That can’t be!”
I pointed out each piece that surrounded the queen without any gaps.
The game was designed to end no matter which piece was moved or how it was moved when the next turn came.
No matter how you look at it, it was a perfect defeat for the opponent.
But Callius lifted the lying queen and jumped over the line of attack I had created absurdly.
He did a somersault in the air and then spun around, sending him behind the attack line.
“Where is there such a law!”
I was so proud of creating the perfect camp, and now I'm going to surpass it without any restrictions.
I crossed my fingers in an X shape, indicating that I was angry and could not admit it.
“It’s impossible to move like that!”
Callius smiled very prettily as he watched me fuming.
It was nice to see his gently curved eyes and his sparkling pupils looking at me.
It was clear that he thought I was lovable.
Through Callius, I first realized that there is a kind of love that can be felt through facial expressions without words.
My agitated heart melted away at his single laugh, but I liked the way he laughed, so I kept my expression firm and glanced at him.
But Callius, as if he had no other choice, continued to hold his hand, pulling the black queen out of my line of attack and dragging it to a distant location.
We were moving our pieces around on the map, not the chessboard, and Callius was trying to send the black queen to Ronheim.
There were no obstacles on the Queen's path.
Because all the white horses were gathered in the capital of Arrental.
I covered the letters with both hands to prevent Callius from placing the black queen on the Ronheim letters.
“No, don’t put it down!”
My movement caused several invitations that had been piled up on the table to fall to the floor with a thud.
The floor was already overflowing with invitations that had fallen like that.
Even after word spread that the Szeged top was doing incredibly well, invitations were pouring in, and after the wizards released their statement, we were receiving more than double the number of invitations we had received before.
'Why do they all have so many excuses to invite guests?'
It was a situation where they even sent out invitations to their pet's birthday party as an excuse.
I could understand the feelings of those who were trying to meet me.
Even the most oblivious will have noticed the decline of Kavala by now.
Now that there was no news of Andrea's death or life, it was natural for the nobles to turn their attention to me.
The invitations seemed to support me, and I fell to my knees on them, desperately trying to prevent Callius from placing the Black Queen on Ronheim.
"Let's end it here! I don't want to dirty the map that much! It's time for cake!"
Callius chuckled and carelessly threw the black queen to the floor.
“Yes, then.”
“Lamia bought a pumpkin cake made by a craftsman.”
“Didn’t you buy chocolate from a famous chocolate shop last time?”
"You know a good restaurant. You may not have come to the capital with me to escort me, but to blow your salary. Shh, I'll keep that a secret."
The moment Chloe skillfully squeezed Kavala's windpipe from where she was sitting.
Kavala heard reports that not only the nobles but also the people were raising their voices to condemn the Empress.
She chuckled.
“Everyone is telling me to die, die.”
It was a self-deprecating laugh.
But her gaze still remained undimmed.
“But, so what?”
What if it were revealed that he was the one who ordered the biological experiments at the Black Magic Academy?
“They’re all doing it for their own benefit anyway.”
People tend to be satisfied with just filling their stomachs with sweets.
“Time is up, Your Highness.”
“Yes, let’s go.”
At the maid's words, Kavala got up lightly and went outside.
Her gait was still graceful and leisurely.
The place Kavala headed to was the imperial palace.
In the Emperor's bedroom, the sound of women's laughter and music flowed out.
Kavala opened the bedroom door as if he had no interest in what was happening inside, even though he heard the women's laughter.
In the bedroom, naked women were rolling around, tangled up in each other's beds, not caring whether it was the floor, the bed, or the couch.
They were so drunk that they couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams, and they were laughing hysterically.
The bedroom, lit by two candles, was dark and filled with the smoke of cigarettes being smoked here and there.
On the floor, food that had been spilled or accidentally spilled, as well as broken dishes, were scattered about carelessly.
Kavala's expression as he looked inside was indifferent, as if it were something that always happened.
She soon found the Emperor sleeping upside down on the bed, with the women's bodies covering him.
“Your Majesty, excuse me.”
Kavala nodded to Dnieper, who followed behind her, whispering in a kind but cold voice.
“Bring it.”
Dnieper pulled the Emperor out of bed like a carrot in a field and carried him away.
“Ugh...”
Even as he lifted and moved his body, the Emperor still couldn't come to his senses and groaned with his eyes rolled back.
Kavala narrowed his eyes slightly, as if she found the sagging white body unsightly.
Dnieper went to another room that had been cleaned and laid the Emperor on the couch.
“You have to go out.”
Kavala glanced at Dnieper as if to ask what he was doing standing there blankly.
“The Emperor probably won’t remember this anyway, so I’ll just run errands for him...”
“Even if I go out.”
Dnieper hesitated for a moment at Kavala's firm attitude, then strode over to her and kissed her.
It was a rough kiss.
Kavala didn't push Dnieper away, but when Dnieper pulled away, she chuckled and patted his shoulder.
"You're jealous, Dnieper. Don't you want me to be alone with my husband?"
“You use the word husband.”
“Jealousy towards someone too drunk to move.”
“As you said, he is my sister’s husband.”
Kavala pulled Dnieper's chin and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"You know it's all just a facade. You're the only one I have, Dnieper. I don't want you to see me in a bad light, so just get out of here. I only want to show you the good side of me."
“...Yes, Sister.”
Dnieper reluctantly left, and Kavala clicked her tongue as she looked down indifferently at the Emperor, who was lying on the couch and starting to snore.
She placed the two red candles she had brought on either side of the Emperor and lit them.
Blood-red smoke rose slowly and soon filled the room.
“Ugh.”
As the Emperor tossed and turned, Kavala sat down beside him on his stomach.
“Your Majesty, please stand up for a moment.”
Then the Emperor, who seemed like he would never wake up, slowly opened his eyes.
The unfocused gaze turned towards Kavala.
“I brought you some liquor, so try it. It tastes really good.”
She opened the lid of the glass bottle that she had brought and held it out to the Emperor.
The voice of Kavala echoed in the Emperor's head.
It was an irresistible voice.
Unable to tell whether this was a dream or reality, the Emperor stretched out his hand as if in a trance and drank the blood-red wine offered by Kavala.
It was a drink containing her blood and witchcraft.
The Emperor, who had been drinking the wine, suddenly smiled as if he was in a good mood and took Kavala's hand.
“Kavala... my beautiful wife.”
The emperor stretched out his hand toward Kavala's face as if in ecstasy.
Kavala held his hand still and smiled brightly.
"Yes, Your Majesty. You are doing well. I have something important to tell you. Would you please listen?"
“Oh, well, well. Tell me. I would do anything for you.”
The Emperor nodded readily. His eyes were still drowsy and hazy.
"Your Majesty, when you wake up in the morning, hold a state council meeting. There..."
Kavala began to whisper a long story in the Emperor's ear in a sweet tone.
I shouted confidently and knocked over Callius's object.
We were playing with chess pieces while enjoying the afternoon sun.
I moved one white horse and knocked over two pieces.
Queen and Knight.
“Are you saying you’re going to process them simultaneously?”
Callius tilted his head as if to ask if the game would proceed that way.
I gestured to the other pieces surrounding where the queen and knight were standing.
"Surrounded like this, do either of you have any hope? Even if we try, it's just a matter of time."
I smiled proudly as I looked at the white objects standing tightly together without any gaps.
This tight and sharp formation, which surrounded the King, Queen, and Knight and prevented them from moving, felt like a wonderful piece of work.
I felt like I wanted to show it to everyone.
“Isn’t the location selection amazing?”
“That was quite creative, I admit.”
Callius gave a polite thumbs-up.
“But what if there is still room for the Queen to move?”
“That can’t be!”
I pointed out each piece that surrounded the queen without any gaps.
The game was designed to end no matter which piece was moved or how it was moved when the next turn came.
No matter how you look at it, it was a perfect defeat for the opponent.
But Callius lifted the lying queen and jumped over the line of attack I had created absurdly.
He did a somersault in the air and then spun around, sending him behind the attack line.
“Where is there such a law!”
I was so proud of creating the perfect camp, and now I'm going to surpass it without any restrictions.
I crossed my fingers in an X shape, indicating that I was angry and could not admit it.
“It’s impossible to move like that!”
Callius smiled very prettily as he watched me fuming.
It was nice to see his gently curved eyes and his sparkling pupils looking at me.
It was clear that he thought I was lovable.
Through Callius, I first realized that there is a kind of love that can be felt through facial expressions without words.
My agitated heart melted away at his single laugh, but I liked the way he laughed, so I kept my expression firm and glanced at him.
But Callius, as if he had no other choice, continued to hold his hand, pulling the black queen out of my line of attack and dragging it to a distant location.
We were moving our pieces around on the map, not the chessboard, and Callius was trying to send the black queen to Ronheim.
There were no obstacles on the Queen's path.
Because all the white horses were gathered in the capital of Arrental.
I covered the letters with both hands to prevent Callius from placing the black queen on the Ronheim letters.
“No, don’t put it down!”
My movement caused several invitations that had been piled up on the table to fall to the floor with a thud.
The floor was already overflowing with invitations that had fallen like that.
Even after word spread that the Szeged top was doing incredibly well, invitations were pouring in, and after the wizards released their statement, we were receiving more than double the number of invitations we had received before.
'Why do they all have so many excuses to invite guests?'
It was a situation where they even sent out invitations to their pet's birthday party as an excuse.
I could understand the feelings of those who were trying to meet me.
Even the most oblivious will have noticed the decline of Kavala by now.
Now that there was no news of Andrea's death or life, it was natural for the nobles to turn their attention to me.
The invitations seemed to support me, and I fell to my knees on them, desperately trying to prevent Callius from placing the Black Queen on Ronheim.
"Let's end it here! I don't want to dirty the map that much! It's time for cake!"
Callius chuckled and carelessly threw the black queen to the floor.
“Yes, then.”
“Lamia bought a pumpkin cake made by a craftsman.”
“Didn’t you buy chocolate from a famous chocolate shop last time?”
"You know a good restaurant. You may not have come to the capital with me to escort me, but to blow your salary. Shh, I'll keep that a secret."
***
The moment Chloe skillfully squeezed Kavala's windpipe from where she was sitting.
Kavala heard reports that not only the nobles but also the people were raising their voices to condemn the Empress.
She chuckled.
“Everyone is telling me to die, die.”
It was a self-deprecating laugh.
But her gaze still remained undimmed.
“But, so what?”
What if it were revealed that he was the one who ordered the biological experiments at the Black Magic Academy?
“They’re all doing it for their own benefit anyway.”
People tend to be satisfied with just filling their stomachs with sweets.
“Time is up, Your Highness.”
“Yes, let’s go.”
At the maid's words, Kavala got up lightly and went outside.
Her gait was still graceful and leisurely.
The place Kavala headed to was the imperial palace.
In the Emperor's bedroom, the sound of women's laughter and music flowed out.
Kavala opened the bedroom door as if he had no interest in what was happening inside, even though he heard the women's laughter.
In the bedroom, naked women were rolling around, tangled up in each other's beds, not caring whether it was the floor, the bed, or the couch.
They were so drunk that they couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams, and they were laughing hysterically.
The bedroom, lit by two candles, was dark and filled with the smoke of cigarettes being smoked here and there.
On the floor, food that had been spilled or accidentally spilled, as well as broken dishes, were scattered about carelessly.
Kavala's expression as he looked inside was indifferent, as if it were something that always happened.
She soon found the Emperor sleeping upside down on the bed, with the women's bodies covering him.
“Your Majesty, excuse me.”
Kavala nodded to Dnieper, who followed behind her, whispering in a kind but cold voice.
“Bring it.”
Dnieper pulled the Emperor out of bed like a carrot in a field and carried him away.
“Ugh...”
Even as he lifted and moved his body, the Emperor still couldn't come to his senses and groaned with his eyes rolled back.
Kavala narrowed his eyes slightly, as if she found the sagging white body unsightly.
Dnieper went to another room that had been cleaned and laid the Emperor on the couch.
“You have to go out.”
Kavala glanced at Dnieper as if to ask what he was doing standing there blankly.
“The Emperor probably won’t remember this anyway, so I’ll just run errands for him...”
“Even if I go out.”
Dnieper hesitated for a moment at Kavala's firm attitude, then strode over to her and kissed her.
It was a rough kiss.
Kavala didn't push Dnieper away, but when Dnieper pulled away, she chuckled and patted his shoulder.
"You're jealous, Dnieper. Don't you want me to be alone with my husband?"
“You use the word husband.”
“Jealousy towards someone too drunk to move.”
“As you said, he is my sister’s husband.”
Kavala pulled Dnieper's chin and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"You know it's all just a facade. You're the only one I have, Dnieper. I don't want you to see me in a bad light, so just get out of here. I only want to show you the good side of me."
“...Yes, Sister.”
Dnieper reluctantly left, and Kavala clicked her tongue as she looked down indifferently at the Emperor, who was lying on the couch and starting to snore.
She placed the two red candles she had brought on either side of the Emperor and lit them.
Blood-red smoke rose slowly and soon filled the room.
“Ugh.”
As the Emperor tossed and turned, Kavala sat down beside him on his stomach.
“Your Majesty, please stand up for a moment.”
Then the Emperor, who seemed like he would never wake up, slowly opened his eyes.
The unfocused gaze turned towards Kavala.
“I brought you some liquor, so try it. It tastes really good.”
She opened the lid of the glass bottle that she had brought and held it out to the Emperor.
The voice of Kavala echoed in the Emperor's head.
It was an irresistible voice.
Unable to tell whether this was a dream or reality, the Emperor stretched out his hand as if in a trance and drank the blood-red wine offered by Kavala.
It was a drink containing her blood and witchcraft.
The Emperor, who had been drinking the wine, suddenly smiled as if he was in a good mood and took Kavala's hand.
“Kavala... my beautiful wife.”
The emperor stretched out his hand toward Kavala's face as if in ecstasy.
Kavala held his hand still and smiled brightly.
"Yes, Your Majesty. You are doing well. I have something important to tell you. Would you please listen?"
“Oh, well, well. Tell me. I would do anything for you.”
The Emperor nodded readily. His eyes were still drowsy and hazy.
"Your Majesty, when you wake up in the morning, hold a state council meeting. There..."
Kavala began to whisper a long story in the Emperor's ear in a sweet tone.
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