Kings, Queens, and Pawns| III

I apologize in advance to Sir Konstantin and his squad. They'll be my pawns, along with Reyna... The entire police corps are my pieces, and I'm the king... yeah, right.

I glared at Sir Konstantin's eyes and asked, "Can we skip the small talk, please? I need you to listen, Konstantin..."

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He put his feet on the table and acted as if it was a peaceful day, with nothing to worry about. I'm not sure if he's just that confident, or his very existence was designed to not give a fuck.

"Let me just finish my drink, Miles." Without an ounce of care, Sir Konstantin casually said.

I won't be able to catch his attention if things go on like this. Well then, let us start with some controversy.

"I have Dark Elf Syndrome-"

Sir Konstantin spat out his drink and yelled, "You have what?!"

Now I have his attention... so it begins.

"Come on, Miles. This isn't the time to be messing around... Look, you made me spit my drink." Once again