"If this was to be a chess ga," Dimm muttered. "It must have been fun playing it all along with you."
"...Maybe," Dimm added, turning the earring over in his palm, "what if I built this chess."
He flicked the earring into the air, as the average-heighted female owner of the object caught it in mid-air, fixing it back to its supposed position.
"Now that I think of it, I should get an earring too," he muttered, with his index finger clasped on his lips.
His eyes darted around him to see if he would know any farm around, but he saw nothing. They were just surrounded by big and thick trees, with bushes around.
'But, are we not ant to be on a farm?' he thought.
Noticing the confusion in Dimm's face, and understanding its cause, Minxx walked forward. "The South farm is not far from this arena."
"Oh. I see," Dimm replied.
Minxx, however, looked at him curiously, her expression unreadable.
"And what was that statent supposed to an?" she asked.
"What statent?" Dimm tried to recall.
"The one about chess or, sothing like that," Minxx reminded him.
"Hmm... Maybe because we are about to see the aftermath of so moves. The truth is, I don't know why I made the statent, hehe," Dimm replied, and faced the Ogres.
"If I should guess right, this is not leading to your village...so why trouble the peaceful path?" Dimm asked, moving towards the Ogres.
'Oh, and I should have been in my attire,' he suddenly rembered and summoned his attire from his inventory.
The dust around him whirled in a force like a mini-hurricane, causing those around to cover their faces to prevent the intake of debris into their eyes.
Once the dust settled, Dimm beca a boy in changed clothes of black. Then, he tossed away his sword, and stylishly, he put on the mask which appeared in his hands.
"Sorry, I should have made introductions earlier," Dimm who was nearer the three Ogres that had co forward said, extending his hands. "You can call Dimm."
Seeing that no one took his hand, he retrieved them and asked. "At least, you can tell yours, right?"
The girl that had received the earring that Dimm threw earlier nervously spoke first, her cheeks exuding a sowhat red color.
"Oh, yeah...I am Satsuma, the first Princess of the Ogre kingdom," she said, a smile now playing on her lips. Pointing at the girl at the other end, she said. "And she is Kenya, the business strategist."
"Uhm," the broad-shouldered Ogre standing out decided to talk. "I'm Tsukama, the Crown Prince of the Ogre Kingdom and the general of the ard forces of the Ogre."
Dimm smiled. Getting in touch with them wasn't going to be as hard as he had thought. "I see."
"Well, et my friends, Minxx," he said, pointing at the Minxx before moving his hand to the girl by the right. "And that is Khobba."
"Minxx? The queen of the elves?" Tsukama exclaid, tightening his face into an evil grin.
"Well, we haven't co for this. Or that?" Dimm comnted on seeing the expression on the Ogre's face. "So, whatever ideas ca into your mind, put them off."
With a hushed tone, Satsuma murmured into her brother's ear. "The Elf's kingdom, is it not made up of only females? I thought."
Dimm who overheard her murmur answered instead. "You see, this matter is complicated at that point, so, let's not push it further."
"I hate the elves!" Kenya said, anger written on her face. Imdiately, she dashed out towards Minxx, but before she could even make steps further from where she stood, Dimm was already over her on the floor.
"I hate this. I don't touch girls," he said, flapping off dust from his palms. "And that brings to the agenda at hand, your course."
"I wonder what two royalties will be doing in the farm belonging to others," he said, and his gaze shifted to Kenya who was trying to recover from the impact. "And I can see, you ca prepared."
"That's our way of trying to unite everyone," Tsukama chipped in imdiately.
"Huh...maadd," Dimm said with shock written all over his face. "Stealing is a way of trying to unite—"
He was cut short by Tsukama. "We are not necessarily stealing from them. You see, what had caused this matter started long years back." Tsukama began to narrate, tucking his large sword into its holder by the side of his waist.
"Even though our generation is not the cause of what has happened, our clan is trying our possible best to unite the Seven existent clans, like it had been years before even, our life existence. But, you see, our main problem since the establishnt of our course is the elves," Tsukama explained.
"The elves? How do you an?" Dimm asked, interestedly.
"You see, there's this order of regulators that used to exist, the Unanimous Council. During their etings, any decision agreed is what was going to be upheld over the clans as a whole. But, in one of their etings, the Ogre Lord as at the ti had made a suggestion."
"A suggestion? What could it be?" Dimm asked.
"It was a good thing if the seven clans were ruled under one policy," Tsukama said.
"Under one policy? If that's right, the Unanimous Assembly should be providing that," Dimm guessed.
"A policy, established under a Central governnt," Tsukama clarified. "The Ogre Lord at the ti suggested that the kingdom was a good place to start this suggested civilization with, but the Elf's queen suggestion changed every decision that could have been reached."
Dimm giggled, not knowing his reason for doing that. "And what could this decision be?"
Tsukama detected mockery in Dimm's laugh but wisely ignored it. "She said that two heads are better than one."
"She said that?" Dimm said, surprised. He wasn't expecting that to be the suggestion the queen mother had made. Maybe, his giggle is justified, he mused behind his mask.
"But, is that not a better suggestion to be made?" Dimm said. "I an, if the Ogre Lord was planning a democratic governnt, putting heads together to decide as to the clan the Central Royalty should begin with is the right thing to do."
"Oh, and is force the best way to start with? Is subduing other clans going to bring this unity the Ogre kingdom seeks for? Dimm asked, but no response.
"You see," Dimm said, and his sword appeared in his hands. So, he used it to make sketches on the sandy floor. After making his sketches, he called over the three Ogres. Khobba and Minxx also joined.
On the ground, Dimm sketched a chess, displaying only one side of the two teams. "Let's say the situation was like a chess ga. In a chess ga, there is solely a decision that has been reached by either opponent."
"To checkmate themselves," Satsuma suggested. Upon seeing the approval from Dimm, her face flushed into a blush.
"Each player on this chess board has their different moves and hence, their abilities. In as much as the decision for playing chess is to checkmate the opponent, it's not solely. There's mainly the factor that will trigger this checkmate, and that's the inability to protect the King," Dimm explained.
"Now, it's only when the king is trapped by the opponents that a chess ga can be over, checkmated," he said and tossed his sword to disappear. "What if these players have different courses as to what the main aim of playing a ga of chess is? What if the players on the chess board all want to play out their moves and abilities?"
Dimm seeing that what he said seed to be making sense to the Ogres, continued. "And what if the reverse of my questions was the case? Can you imagine what the aftermath will be?"
He turned away from the Ogres, facing his back, having his companions follow suit. "Have a nice trip back ho, peeps. And, make the right decision next ti," he said to the Ogres.
"And the produce?" Minxx asked.
"It should be waiting for us at ho, let's head back," Dimm replied, leaving confusion on the faces of his companions.
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