The Last Resting Place (2)

"It's your turn, Your Highness," Gant smirked sneakily. Half of his face was hidden behind the card, no one knew whether he had a good hand or was just bluffing.

"Wait a moment!" Asher protested. "We don't play this game in the capital, I require time to get used to it first!"

"This won't do… We have been playing for half a day already, you can't have the same excuse every time," Vincent strictly cut him off.

They were sitting in the shade of the black wall of the Fortress K'awill, the place where they almost lost their life numerous times. When they covered their head from falling debris from the demon's attack, they never guessed such a peaceful afternoon would come to them.