"Reached the finish line, I won!"
The moon hung high in the sky. After battling through half the night, Mordred had finally secured a flawless victory and could not help beaming with delight.
"So, we can sleep now, right?"
As Samael gathered up the scattered chessboard, he pointed outside the window and reminded Mordred that it was already time to rest.
"No rush. Where's my reward?"
However, Mordred eagerly stretched out a pale little claw before Samael, her face full of anticipation.
Samael froze, somewhat confused.
"What reward?"
"I won, so of course you have to give me a reward!"
"Uh, did we agree on that beforehand?"
"Isn't it only natural for the winner to take something from the loser as compensation? Does that even need to be explained?"
Mordred raised her chin and snorted, looking utterly self-righteous.
Samael put the pieces away in their box, then looked up and rolled his eyes, holding out his own hand as well.
"Then what about all the times you lost before? Where's the payment you owed me?"
"The payment? Didn't you eat it all already?"
Mordred blinked and answered casually.
"I won so many times, and you fobbed me off with a handful of fruit? And stuff you swiped from Camelot's royal palace, at that? In the end, weren't you just making a profit without spending a thing?"
"Tch. That's the winner's privilege. Who told you not to fight for it? I gave you what I was supposed to give you. Now it's your turn to pay up."
Hearing the brat's bandit logic, Samael's face darkened. He gave a helpless snort.
"Fine. Since it wasn't easy for you to win even once, tell me what you want first."
"We get along so well. How about you accept my knighthood and become my