Knock~! Knock~!
"Come in!"
Aizen's firm-sounding voice pierced the tough-looking door, and Fang Raon, with a heavy sigh, opened the door.
He then saw his father, Fang Aizen, sitting in front of a knee-high table with a board of chess set up.
He was thinking of his next move as he was playing the white pieces.
The black pieces were being played by Sebastian, who had already gone to sleep.
They had a long tradition of playing at least one game of chess every month, and that game could last from days to weeks.
There was no time limit to move pieces, so one of them could think about their move for an entire day if they wanted to.
"Sit."
Aizen pointed at the empty seat across from him, and Fang Raon sat down in front of the knee-high table.
"What do you think Sebastian is planning to do?"
Aizen asked.
"What? What do you mean?"
Fang Raon asked with a frown.
