"Good game, Brother Taher." Sheva smiled exhaustedly. However, his eyes were still shining brightly, too excited with the result.
"Yes, good game," In contrast, Taher just smiled stiffly, as if he was forced to do so.
In hindsight, though, that was definitely the reality. After fighting for more than 70 moves, Taher finally threw the game away, and in the end, with Sheva managed to get a queen promotion, the man knew that he couldn't do anything but resign.
That didn't mean he had to like it, though. He was filled with regret right now, inwardly lamenting his mistake and falling into the 'what-ifs' scenarios on what could happen on the board.
Oh, yeah, he was a bad loser here, somehow still feeling sour after he was so close to getting a draw out of this game.
"You are just lucky, Shev," He grumbled grumpily. "I only have five minutes left remaining when the mistake was made. If only I had a little bit more time…" His voice trailed behind, but the implication was clear.
