Chapter 151: The Drinking Game (1)
"He, help me. Vikir. Please, just once!"
The budding Tudor, the wannabe superhero, always so proud and confident, is now pleading in a miserable position.
"Ugh. I'm going to die like this. ...Yes, kill me. It'll be impossible to beg for mercy from you, Vikir, anyway."
Sancho, the next mercenary king aiming for the supremacy of the North, has an indomitable fighting spirit and also accepts death without losing his will to fight.
"Vikir, you betrayed me! How could you do this to me!"
Piggy is just Piggy. But he trusts Vikir more than anyone else, so his frustration is deepest when a knife is plunged into his back at the last moment.
... But. Vikir killed his friends without mercy.
"If you can't do it, die."
Vikir's voice rang out dryly.
Charak-.
The cards moved.