Emir was in his office, relaxing in his chair.
His eyes were closed, brows furrowed, and his face showed an expression of near desperation.
He seemed to be trying extremely hard to remember something, but despite all his concentration, he ultimately failed, slumping back into the chair in defeat.
'I guess he really removed... no, he just soothed my mind so much to the point that I can't remember a single thing after that snap.'
He couldn't even recall how he had interacted with the other chess pieces after his private talk with Mr. Player.
It was as if he had suddenly appeared in his office without warning.
For others, this might have seemed suspicious, as Mr. Player could have cheated by not enacting the oath. But Emir knew better.
The oath was completed—and completed with extreme fairness... He felt it—a tug.
So, he abandoned his attempts to remember, deciding it was for the best.