The cafe was quite well populated, but Ami saw no familiar faces there, only assorted unknown teenagers and adults.
Ami frowned, looking around with a sigh. She must have come too late.
Only when she was about to leave... she felt a cold whisper in her ear.
"I have your friends, Miss Mi-zu-no..."
Ami shivered as she turned around, and saw a familiar face. White hair and a blue dress. Berthier smiled sweetly, and beckoned for Ami to sit across from her.
She felt a chill as she saw the chess set, and immediately knew what the girl was thinking.
"How about it, Mizuno? A simple match. If you win, I let them go. If you don't... well... do try your best to win. I do so hate disappointment."
Berthier smiled thinly, and all Ami felt was frost from that cold expression. Ami looked around, adjusted her books, and then-
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