In this troubled world, there is a game of chess that has not yet started, waiting for the players to arrive. The prize it gives to the winner is the supreme throne.
At the beginning of this story, there was a young boy who was still naive. He held a book in his hand, and his temperament was as elegant as an immortal. Years later, his demeanor became even more elegant, but his hand had been replaced by a long sword stained with blood.
We have known each other since we were young. Can you remember it? Why not use the country as a chess piece and ask who can get it?