On Martial Island, the bright sun was filtering through the windows of an old stone mansion. The building had a regal aura reminiscent of ancient castles, and it was well maintained. The garden around the home was also vibrant, with flowers blooming brightly.
In one of the lounges in the mansion, two people were facing each other over a chessboard. Their faces did not betray turbulent feelings as they studied the pieces and anticipated each other's moves. One would even think they were going through the motions as they played.
However, anyone who knew the father and son understood they were both competitive. Regrettably, their upbringing did not encourage a loud or emotional reaction as they played. Therefore, even when they were fired up, they would be calm.
"How is Hime's boy doing?" The older man asked.