Cain stared at the ground in annoyance.
He glanced up, staring at a smug looking Julio.
"And tell me... Where did you say you found this game again?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Julio chuckled wryly,
"Behind one of my old friend's shop. It originated from the old world. Apparently, those who can play it well are really smart."
Cain grimaced, "Is that so..."
Julio snickered,
"And judging by the way our games have been going, does this mean you aren't very smart, Cain?"
Cain sighed, "Or maybe it could be that I do not understand the game well enough to play it? Huh?"
Julio blinked, then scratched his head,
"Eh? But what's there not to understand?"
The crimson moonlight filtered through the broken windows, but they were seated in the comfort of the darkness.
Luckily, the darkness was chased away by a magic lamp Cain had pulled out of his inventory.
