They were all old monsters who had lived for who knew how many years.
Vermouth naturally understood this very well.
Fujino thought so too.
A king had to be played at the critical moment, to deliver the decisive blow.
This was the most basic psychological game in card playing.
The same kind of psychological contest applied to any game.
"..."
Vermouth merely glanced at Fujino, thinking, If we're talking about sick amusement, yours is far worse, isn't it?
Thinking back on everything that had happened, she felt like a complete rookie compared to Fujino in this regard.
Fujino asked again, "When do you think this will begin?"
"Not sure. Probably within the next two or three days..."
Vermouth thought for a moment. "After all, for something like this, they'll need to bring in two capable enforcers to keep watch."
"Then I'll take this chance to get some proper rest."
"You mean going out with your little girlfriend?"
"Tch, are you keeping tabs on me?"
"I'm merely trying to anticipate your wishes, so I don't accidentally displease you..."
"Like how you try to anticipate the BOSS's thoughts?"
Fujino snorted. "I'd advise you not to bother. It's useless. You'd be better off going to Snow King Ice City for more tea..."
As he spoke, he glanced at Vermouth. "As for wanting to get a couple of trump cards from me to protect yourself, let's be clear beforehand—the price will be rather high."
"You can rest assured about that. I still want to live a few more days. Even if I had such thoughts, I wouldn't say them aloud." Vermouth complained, though that was indeed what she thought.
She had no doubt that if she dared touch anyone close to him, he would chop her into minced meat.
Did she think he would