"You don't seem nervous."
Looking at "Annan's" face, Rotfiend spoke leisurely, "But now I've won two games in a row...."
"Your card play is too damn good!"
Husky interrupted Rotfiend loudly, "That's how you play the game, my friend!"
"Oh? Do you hate your brother so much... so much that you'd play dumb and ruin his chance to be the heir?"
Rotfiend narrowed his eyes, "Cut the bullshit; just play your card, you damned eunuch."
Husky was blunt, "Oh... wait, is it my turn now?"
She complained, "It's all your fault for thinking too long just now; you've messed up my train of thought."
——You actually had a train of thought?
Maria, who was witnessing the nightmare, was instantly shocked.
"...So you do intend to lose."
It was only now that Rotfiend could finally make out that "Annan" indeed wished to fail.
Because he dared to directly provoke him without fear—or rather, without knowing, that Rotfiend could actually kill him right now.
