Bandora smiled and moved her piece, dissolving Viive's attack. "I suppose you have time for one game, don't you?"
"It's ended. Why prolong it?"
"Do you think so? Why did I make that move, then?"
Viive frowned. Her last move should have checked Bandora. How did she avoid that trap?
Viive couldn't wrap her around it.
"Did you do that on purpose?" she asked.
If Bandora had led Viive into making that move, it meant her chess skills were far more advanced.
"Who knows?" Bandora smiled but didn't give a straight answer.
Viive sighed. She wasn't Bandora's match. She admitted her defeat, but some things couldn't be resolved over a game of chess.
"The game is over. What's your answer? Are you going to give them to me or not?" Viive glanced at Bandora and was ready to attack.
Bandora sipped her tea and said ambiguously, "Why the rush? Let's be civil and talk about it."
Viive glared at her and took out her zither.
