Noah's words meant today he was going to stop Dracula from interrupting the fight.
As much as he didn't like his approach, another thought intrigued Dracula, and he asked with a bit of surprise, "What you lost in the hand of that toddler?!" He was surprised because nobody had yet been born to defeat his little brother in any chess games so far.
"Yep, I'm not a sore loser like you five. Hmm, anyway, that was one hell of an interesting and peculiar fight." Noah responded and drank up the last drop of the wine in the glass. Then he refilled them both.
Dracula drank up the wine and one fell swoop again and said, "But don't you think it's right of us to end that thing?"
Noah glared at him and responded sharply, "That brat! Hmm, that brat is my damn brethren. So mind yourself." But the next thing, he burst into laughter, and said, "Sorry brother, this temper of mine. Even after several centuries of meditation, I still can't get rid of it."
