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Everyone draws a straw from Suan De’s cup, and yours is another loser ticket. You’re starting to get a little concerned that you haven’t won legitimately once. Does fate hate you? Or is Ichie the dumbest angel of luck that you turn away for your principles? Regardless, you’re Mr. 4, the peasant.
“Well, well, well, would you look at that?” Suan De feels pretty lucky because everyone failed miserably to draw the winning straw. “Can’t say I get lucky often.”
“A reign of terror has begun… The kingdom won’t see another summer…” Ichie pretends to be the narrator.
“…” Suan De doesn’t appreciate Ichie’s somber words. If there’s anyone in this room that the Slob Dragon wants to see suffer is her.
“You saw me get my bum bitten for talkin’ smack, and you open your mouth to say something like this? If you want fate to pull your pants off to leave your legs hanging out like a buffet, I can do it instead and you won’t realize a thing. I guarantee it.” Crossbill wants to show her thief skills.
“Ha! Don’t be a fool. Nobody can take my skirt off me! My agility is my most remarkable trait!” Ichie proclaims.
“I beg to differ.” You adjust your glasses.
“I noticed what you like, Mr. Subtlety.” Crossbill laughs.
“It’s the only way I’m winning because I can’t grab a straw to save my life…” You lament.
“You always enjoy the crossfire, hmm?” Ruby teases you.
“We’re going to figure out if he can like this one…” Crossbill is unsure what move Suan De is going to take.
“Oh, please, continue talking. The longer it takes for me to give an order, the more uncomfortable you all look.” Suan De can be sadistic.
“I-It’s just a game!” Ichie doesn’t like the way the dragon is hoarding her wealth.
“And I’m enjoying it for once...” Suan De grins as a cackle creeps through.
“This doesn’t have to be bad news. Suan De can be quite kind, if you don’t believe it, ask Bradford Jr.” Ruby believes in the dragon.
“Meow.” Bradford Jr. agrees that his fellow cat is a good friend.
“’D’aww, the kitties stand together.” You say as it warms your heart.
“…” Suan De doesn’t want to remember that.
“W-What?” You feel like you fucked up.
“...I’m ready to give my orders.” Suan De stoically retorts.
After listening to everyone, the Slob Dragon is going to make the most out of her victory…
<span class="mu-s">What’s the order?</span>
>The King demands more cat girls and boys. Everyone shall suffer her same fate.
>The King demands a massage.
>The King demands a jump rope competition.
>The King demands a can of beer.
>The King demands to keep the couch for themselves and no one else. No one can hide behind it either.
>Write In.
<span class="mu-s">Who is the peasant?</span>
>You.
>Crossbill.
>Ruby.
>Ichie.
>Everyone.
(Last Reply of the Day, we return on Saturday most likely!)
