"Alas..." The Marquis of Ice Cold sighed deeply, his gaze falling on the exquisite and compact smartphone, eyes filled with confusion and desolation.
"I suppose this is the reason I am destined to lose. I don't even understand my opponent, nor how powerful they have become..." he murmured to himself, his tone full of bitterness and helplessness.
The old butler stood silently by his side, looking at the once spirited monarch now so dejected, with mixed feelings in his heart. He knew that for the Marquis of Ice Cold, the shame of defeat and the pain of losing power gnawed at his heart like worms eating at bones, incessantly.
