Chapter 47 – Haunted Chess – Part 2

The fight to the death has begun.

‘Hmm?’

Lombard was a little taken aback. No, he was a little embarrassed, but the size of his embarrassment grew with each passing second.

The flow was flowing a little strangely.

A person’s temperament is revealed even in the way they play chess, and the match against the Balrog has always been the same.

‘He only showed me how to defend himself while being terrified.’

But today’s match was a little different.

There was no hesitation in the movement of the Balrog’s hand, and it was also sharp. It was shaped in a way that seemed to be full of rage.

It looks like a hunting dog that has finally found its prey. His moves are ridiculously rough, and I can’t understand what the hell he believes in such an aggressive move.

‘Is this a balrog?’

Did the Balrog have such ambitions? Ambition sharp as shards of shattered glass?

Shards of broken glass are originally nothing more than garbage to be cleaned, but the moment you are not careful, they can become a threat to your safety.

‘What is it really? What?’

Balrog has been unconventional since the beginning of chess until now.

If Lombard saw a gap he wasn’t even aware of, he dug in, and if he couldn’t fill it, he brutally bit him.

“Ballog.”

“Yes.”

“…Have you practiced playing chess?”

“I didn’t.”

Are you down to cheeky now? Lombard gnashed his teeth once.

However, if there was anything fortunate, it was that the balrog’s aggressive posture still had a bad side.

So if you stay calm and focus, you can win. Lombard began to focus as if he were playing chess against the Queen of Denia.

Widely-

Widely-

Even when he first entered the Balrog’s residence, he was a Lombard who did not stop talking, but now only the sound of moving objects on the round table could be heard.

Tuck, Tuck!

Later, the sound developed in this way.

Lombard thought and thought a lot and moved a piece, but Balrog didn’t even need time to think, he moved it right away.

‘…Dangerous. It’s really dangerous.’

The Balrog secretly looked at the opponent in front of him.

Balrog, who should have been concentrating on chess in front of Lombard— was looking at his subordinate knights training in the distance, as if he had no interest in Lombard.

Did you practice chess like crazy?

No, the process is just fine. In any case, this match is so easy that there is no need to pay attention to Lombard right now.

“The bastard… “

I deliberately muttered so that the Balrog could hear.

She was easily frightened by the slightest fright, so I thought of making her frightened and causing psychological harm.

‘Let’s see if this doesn’t work either? Where?’

“It’s difficult, it’s difficult… I’m going to do this… “

It’s the last win. Lombard deliberately muttered that while digging a trap.

It looks like a loophole, but it is not a loophole. In other words, this is not the nape of the neck, but actually sticking out a rock.

It means that the moment the opponent bites it, it will rather break their teeth.

Widely-

This time, the Balrog didn’t even worry. He immediately bit off the trap.

‘Sick.’

Widely-

Immediately Robard ate the Balrog’s props. Now the tide is turning.

Beating a toothless hound to death is easier than sleeping…

‘It must be…?’

Surprisingly, the situation did not change. Each time they moved each other, the balrog was even breaking rocks with their sharp fangs.

Let’s repeat that moment several times.

Finally, the Balrog stopped moving the objects. From Lombard’s point of view, it was something to think about.

Why did it suddenly stop

Wasn’t it going according to strategy? Did he have a hard time of his own? Or is it a physical limitation?

Or was he too scared to beat me?

But the next moment.

Widely-

As Balrog moved the piece, Lombard’s piece was pushed back. It was a perfect victory.

Only then did Lombard understand.

‘You played with me… ?’

If there was a moment during the match that felt fierce, even that was in her design. Lombard’s question was simply ‘how’.

How the hell did you become such a master?

Have I been careless? It was embarrassing to think back on that thought. If it was the original Balrog, it was an opponent that could be defeated even if you were careless a hundred times.

“What… ?”

Lombard murmured involuntarily. It was because it was so difficult to understand in her own common sense.

The Balrog replied to that empty murmur.

“You are defeated.”

And she adds a word.

“That too perfectly. Neatly.”

“…?”

Lombard’s eyes, hidden behind her helmet, widened slightly. Because the voice of her words that had just been added was a little different.

“What are you feeling so bad about? You can’t play chess.”

“?”

“The defense is poor, the offense is not sharp, and it is just a level where you can play with kids who are worse at chess than you. It’s because of guys like you that there aren’t fresh beginners who are drawn into chess. You trash bastard.”

Lombard looked her head in the air.

“…Balrog, is that what you’re talking about right now?”

It was a very reasonable question. The voice that struck him was Florian’s.

“It’s me dude.”

Bahack—!

As soon as Florian appeared, he kicked Lombard’s head with his foot.

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The El Balom officers lit a bonfire and waited for the Clover Knight to rise from the ground.

“I was wearing armor and passed out from a single kick? What the heck… “

Tyr clicked his tongue as he looked down at Lombard as if he were going to look down on him. If the two stick together, I think Tyr will lose.

It’s so important to keep his boss on good terms.

Meanwhile, Cheshire tilted his head. He parted his lips as he thumped his hammer into the palm of his hand.

“Something is strange.”

“What?”

“You’re not just pretending to pass out? Even if I wake up after waking up, there is only a future where I will be beaten to death.”

“That makes sense. Good. Proceed.”

I haven’t even given an order yet as to what to do, but Cheshire continues.

“Okay. Nyan. Then, I’m going to break them in order of nails, claws, and teeth with a hammer. Do you want to see if this won’t happen?”

Then Lombard jumped up from his seat and looked around.

In fact, Cheshire hadn’t even gotten up from his seat yet. We all put on pathetic faces and clicked our tongues.

“Tsk tsk tsk… I couldn’t believe it, but it’s really pathetic.”

“Toweg… This is kinda… ”

“As pitiful as it is.”

Lombard was sitting on the floor in a huddled posture, perhaps a little ugly in his opinion.

It seems that I haven’t grasped the situation properly yet. I spoke to him

“Lombard.”

“You… Who is it?”

“Florian.”

“Florian? If it’s Florian, the Balrog must have taken care of it… “

By this time, quietly standing up, Elise went into her room. He gripped her crotch tightly as if he wanted to urinate.

“No need. I lost at chess, so I must keep my promise.”

“Promise? Ah… Promise.”

Lombard then seemed to remember the promises he had made about chess.

It took one look at me, then one look at the balrog, one look at me, and then this guy seemed to have something to say.

“…I lost chess to a balrog? Even if it hits, you have to hit the balrog.”

“He still hasn’t come to his senses. Children, think of me as me and step on it.”

Then Tyr ran up and started beating Lombard with Cheshire’s hammer. It wasn’t even a blacksmith’s shop, but for a while, the sound of metal banging resonated.

“Be cheeky! Be cheeky! Be cheeky! I’m dying of stress from work! Chew!”

“…”

It’s good that Lombard gets beaten as planned, but I don’t know if this is something to be happy about or not.

The other executives also looked at me and Tyr in turn.

“Turn it off… Omg… “

When Lombard finally passed out. Tyr looked back at me with a proud expression as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Captain, is this enough?”

“Yes. That’s enough.”

“Thank god.”

Tyr smiled as he nodded. Is it lack of notice or is honesty a strong point? It was difficult to get a sense of how to think positively.

I tapped Cheshire on the shoulder.

“Lombard, tie him up in the warehouse. The diamond knight seems to be close with the clover knight, so I’ll try to negotiate a bit by keeping him alive and making him a hostage.”

“Okay.”

“And.”

I was thinking hard.

“Tire that Tyr too.”

Tyr’s expression, which had been wiping away sweat with a proud expression, turned pale.

What can I do, it’s time to eat turtle soup.