Chapter 118:

The Fairy chess league

En Passant Grandmaster


Mimoko pulled out her phone and sighed as she read the messages. Okisato and co were en route to London while Daria was trying to get the WWCF to help get everyone back home.

Iori peered over her shoulder and managed to catch a glimpse at Okisato's message. "So that ponytailed bastard really is manipulating everything. Guess that means finding a DESPER is off the table," she growled.

"What do you mean?" Mimoko asked.

"If he stationed goons back in Japan, it means he expected our friends to try and come rescue us," she growled as she pulled out her phone.

"Yeah, fuck him. He's fucking shit," Carol growled.

Mimoko was taken aback by both Carol and Iori's mood shifts, but decided not to press the issue.

"Ah, guess we shouldn't be standin' around out in the open. Let's try and find some place to crash," Iori smiled as her normal persona returned.

Carol also took the cue and returned to normal leaving Mimoko completely lost and confused. However, before the girls could take another step.

"THAT'S AS FAR AS YOU GO!"

The girls darted their heads around madly, but they were the only three people around.

"Up top!"

The girls looked up to see 8 figures on the roof above. Of the eight, 7 were women while one was a man. The group's leader appeared to be a woman with spiky pink hair clad in a pink cape, bra top, dress, and white converse sneakers. Though the woman with red hair clad in a crimson military uniform and black heeled boots certainly looked like she could be in charge too. The other women were casually dressed, though notably each one's apparel was themed around a specific color. As for the lone man, he was dressed like a clown. The then leapt off with 6 of the woman landing gracefully, the man landing awkwardly and the woman with the spiky pink hair face planting into the ground.

"Looks like Heathy botched the landing again," the woman clad in in the military uniform sneered as she approached the woman that had face planted into the ground.

Once the woman had been yanked out of the ground and had all the blood wiped off her face, she introduced herself. "I am Heather, queen of the fairies and the most evil villainess in the world!"

"So you're the leader of the fairy league, right?" Mimoko glared.

"But of course! I seek to make the world an eviler place with my cute fairy magic. First off, I will transform the game of chess into a fairy lair-"

"So any of ya got DESPERs?" Iori snarled.

"D- D- Don't interrupt me!" Heather stuttered as her face went bright red with embarrassment.

"Whoops, guess our malevolent queen botched the spiel too. Well sorry smoothy, but us fairies ain't got any of those since we're fairies you know instead of Desperados," the woman in the military uniform snickered.

"Sch- Sch- Scharlachrot! D- Do not interrupt me and upsatge me!"

"Meine kleine Heather ist einfach zu süß, um sie nicht zu unterbrechen [My cute little Heather's just too cute not to interrupt]," the woman sneered as she maneuvered behind Heather and put a gagball on her.

Heather immediately burst into muffled protests as her face grew even redder while Scharlachrot burst into laughter and began groping her breasts.

"Ara, ara. Seems those two just can't help flirting. Guess I'll do the introductions. I'm Sorcha Glas of the Fairy chess league," a woman with short green hair that obscured one of her eyes smiled.

"Esso! Vittoria Giallo. I'm the girliest punk this side of Europe!" A woman with spiky yellow hair and a partial side-shave grinned as she flashed a hand sign.

"Bette Oranje. You're Japanese right? Don't worry, these tats are just for expressin' myself," a woman with spiky orange hair covered in tattoos smiled as she let out a puff of smoke.

"Melania Plav, the blue fairy," a bespectacled woman with blue hair stated as she struck a ballet pose.

"Medeucesa Indikó. Oh and it's "Medeucesa" not "Medusa"," a woman with wavy indigo hair smirked.

"And me? Om Plum Stupid Purple," a man dressed like a clown stated as he honked his giant red nose.

"Oh, doing the introductions? Well I'm Scharlachrot Karmesinrot, head of the fairy army. I believe we met when our good business partner Pewli came by," Scharlachrot snickered as she freed Heather from the gagball.

"Sch- SCHARLACHROT! T- That was so embarrassing! Why'd you do that!?" Heather fumed as Scharlachrot licked the gagball before putting it in her pocket.

"It was amusing, that's why. Now let's get down to business. You three smoothies! Our malevolent queen has decided to give you a fighting chance at survival."

"I- HUH!? N- No! I want to eliminate- MMPH!?"

"And gagball goes back on. Anyway, you three are looking to get back home instead of getting locked up for murder, right? Well, turns out there's one Desperado left in London, but you gotta move fast or they'll get away. All you gotta do is find them, identify them as a Desperado, and beat them in a match. Of course, our fairy army will be out and about and should they catch sight of you, you'll be forced to beat them in a chess match. Lose, and it's off to jail. Win, and that soldier won't bother you."

"And will these games be Capablanca chess?" Mimoko glared.

"We would LOVE for it to be, but us villains have standards, so good ole normal chess it is. Though to make things more incentivizing, some soldiers will give you special prizes if you beat them. Same goes if you somehow have enough plot armor to beat one of us rainbow executives, in fact, should you beat one of us, any member of your team that was thrown in jail goes free. But be warned, you can't rematch anyone you've already beaten, though that also means any soldiers or executives you beat won't be a threat to your team. So, ready to start?"

Mimoko went silent as Iori and Carol both grinned and whipped out their phones. "Streaming's cool, right?"

"Of course."

"Sweet, then we're down!"

Scharlachrot smiled and immediately dispersed along with Heather and the other executives. "Then let the game of chase begin. You have 6 hours."

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