The Academy’s Weakest Became A Demon-Limited Hunter

“Checkmate.” Vuel moved his piece and spoke as if answering my question instead.

I looked down at the chessboard.

The black army I controlled didn’t engage much with the white army. After my calculations, I had prepared a move aimed solely at a checkmate, exploiting a blind spot in Vuel ’s formation.

However, Vuel danced on top of my strategy, turning the tables on me.

“You seem to already know the reason without me having to say it. Strangely enough. Did you already guess?”

Vuel leaned back against the chair.

His hair had turned brown, and his eyes appeared normal. But the eerie smile remained unchanged.

“I felt it was my duty to tell you this. Because we will be fighting.”

“…Is that so.”