The Demon Hunter piece carved from obsidian jumped diagonally a few squares, pushing a peasant piece down and wedging itself between the King and the Queen.
But in the next second, the bishop piece carved from red agate was knocked head-on by an obsidian soldier.
With a smile, Ginijis picked up the bishop piece and tossed it accurately into the chess cover: "Captured."
Sitting opposite the King was a middle-aged monk without a beard, appearing about forty years old.
His cheek skin was loose, suggesting he hadn't been slender before.
Clearly, he must have lost a significant amount of weight rapidly to have such skin.
Faced with Ginijis' smug words, the monk didn't indulge him: "It looks like you've captured a piece, but my Demon Hunter's position between the King and Queen has locked your two Knights.
A small loss for a big win. It should be me who has captured a piece."
"It's not over yet, who knows, Puliano," Ginijis laughed heartily rather than being upset.
