(MC POV)
I flipped the stick around, noting the number eight on it.
"Alright! Who's the King?!" Elaria asked in her usual cheerful attitude.
"Umm… The King is the one with the number 'one' with red paint on it right?" Brendan asked, showing the exact stick he had described in his hands.
"Ohhh! First round goes to brother Brendan! Give us your order!" Elaria announced as though she was some kind of emcee for a game event.
"Err… What can I say?"
"Teehee~ Anything you want! Because after all, a King's orders are absolute!" Elaria punched her fists into the air dramatically.
Brendan was looking at the girls who were staring back at him in return, eyeing him like he was a piece of meat to be grilled.
Poor guy.
"Umm… Then er… Numbers two to nine… Finish your cups."
Oh, not bad, Brendan. A safe an order as any.
