Thann's End,
Moongret castle,
Inside the secrecy of a secluded study…
An adorned wooden board was laid out, looking like something reminiscent of a chessboard.
Tiny but blackish green and bluish white figures were engaged in an intense battle.
And the battle looked very bitter.
"Lord Moongret, how do you feel about today's events?" Anthony the Templar gently pushed forward one of his bluish white figures on the board with mana.
His actions made the board issue a loud 'bzzzr' sound.
His opponent was seated opposite to him, dressed in an ink-black attire.
"It is boorish as usual. There was nothing strategic about it, just utter recklessness," Lord Moongret's facial expression remained static as he saw his next attack.