"So what's he doing now?"
"Doing it."
"..."
In the courtyard on the other side of the Black Fortress, Sir Awen sat on a stone bench, casually picked up a chess piece, and set it on a square of the board with a click, calmly answering the silver-eyed girl leaning against the wall nearby.
Across from him, the enormous Titan Head furrowed his brow, drenched in sweat, and stared fixedly at the chessboard hundreds of times smaller than himself. His long tentacle held a piece, hesitating over his move.
Beside him, the Witch God Head and Xiao Xiao leaned in on either side, one looking uncertain and the other brimming with curiosity, advising him on how to defeat Sir Awen.
They had already been waiting here for several days.
After Black String Moon woke up and both sides more or less confirmed that they probably wouldn't be fighting, the Dollhouse allowed them to stay in the Black Fortress.
The Titan family had been the first to agree.
For no other reason.
Meals were included.
On the other side of the courtyard, the Self-Binding Angel stared expressionlessly at the chains gradually taking root in the ground. Since she hadn't returned to Dark Night City, her curse had begun to act up. Starting yesterday, the ever-growing number of chains had pinned her here, leaving her unable to move.
She watched those Origins playing chess with far too much time on their hands and said expressionlessly:
"Hey! You've got hands and feet, so can't you get moving?! Instead of coming to see us first thing after waking up, he sneaked off for a secret rendezvous. Do you think that's reasonable? Shouldn't someone at least go remind him?!"
The Titan Head instantly flew into a rage and flipped the chessboard with a clatter, countless