On the top floor of the Hunter Association building, an old man sat there with tired eyes smoking a cigar.
As he started taking a puff, his body became lighter and he gained a bit of his lost vigour.
"Things had been too tiresome. It seems I am becoming old." He muttered thinking about the time when he just took the Vice-President position.
Just as he was about to take another puff, the mana around him changed.
"Haaaa...Every time I went there I felt deja vu seeing her." Vice-President shaking his head pulled out a badge.
"I haven't seen the others in the past months. God knows what those groups of maniacs are doing now."
...
In the Ralph Empire.
On the TV screen, a long thin woman with a sweet innocent expression, with candy pink hair cast a cute smiling face.
[The tension between the Iron Blood Duke and the Marquise of Cerman is rising. And all of this is because of the Game of Chess.]
