“You don’t know that,” a deep voice comes from my right. Elric and I turn to look at our father, who is keeping his eyes on the field below with a secret rare smile of his own. “There are just some things that my older brother will still keep for surprises, no matter how well you know him.” And that is saying something, considering that he is probably the only one who still exists that knows my fiance really well, other than Vallénce himself.
Vallénce gets a head start, being the white Chessmaster. It is somehow rather predictable when he moves his Pawn, Mauvet, forward for two squares. The young pureblood steps upfront without even suspecting a thing, until a series of giant knifes comes out in the middle of the field, cutting across the arena. Mauvet has no other choice but to back down
