"Yes... yes, Madam."
Just hearing Kenna's cold voice was enough to make the black shadow nervous.
He didn't understand why his master's attitude toward Joshua had changed so greatly in just three days.
But he knew that he was just like his dog for his master.
If Kenna wanted to, his life and death were decided by a single word from her.
"Joshua..."
Kenna looked at the chessboard in front of her again.
It was an end-game of chess.
The mpress of the black side was already pressing down on the king of the white side, as if she could kill him with a single step.
But Kenna held the black empress in her hand and looked at it carefully.
"I thought that you would become my trump card...
"But now, it seems..."
She slowly released her hand, and the black chess piece made of clay slowly fell.
"Crack!"
A clear sound was heard in the room.