Inside a glamorous chamber, three men assembled for a meeting in the middle of the night. An opened bottle of vinaceous red wine could be seen on the low glass table alongside the half-drunk glasses of wine.
Warmed by the flickering flames of the fireplace, which was also the only source of light that illuminated the room, the gentlemen did not seem to be acting verbally; rather, they were engrossed in the stationary scene that was magically projecting in the air.
Bang!
Along with the bursting sound of a fired gun, Prince Paul's body slightly flinched when a deadly bullet gorily pierced Rick's skull on the screen. Currently, Paul and Robert were watching the live feed of Rick's apparent death, except that Rick was actually watching the scenes with them.
((Hmph. I'll admit that you are quite a formidable opponent. But it doesn't matter as long as you are dead. So, farewell.))
