Trial

"So tell me, what is your proof that Miyako cheated?" Vasily chuckled.

"First off, her moves. They're well beyond her level, yet she makes them without issue. Second, her delayed reactions. Or rather, that moment where she lamented how she couldn't flip off Imono. That proves her movements are being controlled by someone, likely you," Lowri glared.

"Me!?" Vasily mockingly gasped as he pointed at himself.

"You're always in the control room, which I have no doubt is fitted with a screen that shows all the games being played, and what the best move to make in them are."

"Ohohoho, that is true, the part about me being able to see the moves played and how good they are, that is."

"All you'd need is a earpiece, but knowing you, you probably put an implant in her skull that controls her like a puppet. And that's your scheme."

"Hmm... What makes you say she isn't just a prodigy?"

"Her first match with Imono. She didn't recognize Imono was calling out notation, not to mention, she flailed miserably against... Um, her cellmate whose name nobody knows. If she was a prodigy, why'd she make a fool of herself then? I know why; she cheated. That game with her cellmate was her true skill without any assistance. Miyako cheated in this game, and in all the games she won."

A malevolent grin spread on Vasily's face. "That's candidate master Lowri Wynnifred. You really know how to spot an anomaly at the board. Such a shame you walked away from chess to ski down hills."

"I told you at the party. Chess is boring. I hated sitting around waiting for geezers to move. I wanted exciting youth, not droll lounging."

"But now... you have returned. You dominated everyone here, and when you lost to Miyako oh so humiliatingly, how did you feel? Enraged, I bet. Why would you bother leveling cheating accusations against Miyako if you weren't upset about losing to her? Lowri... chess is your life, and will be for the rest of your life... Ah, only if you actually win your remaining games. Speaking of which..."

The guards nodded and violently grabbed hold of Imono, and shoved her into a chair.

"The fuck you freaks doing!?" Imono fumed.

"Executing you. You lost the game, so you must die," Vasily chuckled as he readied a syringe.

"The fuck... SHE CHEATED!"

"Perhaps, but that will need to be proven in her next match. That means I'm ruling everything in your game was "all fair". Hmm, this sounds a bit familiar, wouldn't you say?"

Imono went silent as color vanished from her face. "So this is what I get for my stunt... Heh, perfect for the cameras! See ya'll next week when it's back to regular uploads!" Imono nervously smiled.

"Ah, you think this is just a fun little collab. Let's see how you act when I inject this," Vasily snickered as he injected the syringe into Imono's neck.

Just like with Milady, purple veins spread rapidly across Imono's skin as she began to scream and foam at the mouth. "FUCK! IT HURTS! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! BLUGH! AHHHHHHH!"

A few seconds later, Imono's eyes rolled back, as her body went limp and quiet. She was dead.

"And now, just four remain. Now according to the standings, Miyako will need to face her cellmate-"

"I resign," the black-haired woman glared.

A scowl formed on Vasily's face as he walked up to the black-haired woman. "You know what that means, right?"

"Yes, now hurry it up so I can be free of this hell," the black-haired woman snarled as she sat down in the chair Imono had been in seconds ago.

Vasily let out a heavy sigh. "Very well," he frowned as he walked over and pulled a syringe out of his coat.

The black-haired woman closed her eyes as Vasily quickly injected her with the syringe. Seconds later, her body went limp.

"Take her away," Vasily growled as the guards wearily saluted and began carrying the black-haired woman away. "Now, Miss Lowri. I do hope that after that... souring event, you'll lift my mood. Only three of you remain, so I'll let you choose who you faces next."

"That isn't a debate. I choose you, cheater," Miyako glared as she pointed at Miyako.