To be honest, these days, Richard the Lionheart felt that his days were quite good.
Delicious wine, spices that could be used without concern for costs, and the unique gourmet of the East all made him linger forgetting to return.
But it was too leisurely.
A King should live on the battlefield, not waste his ambition in comfort.
"Fuller, let's play another round of Gwent cards. This time I'll use your Jerusalem deck."
Fuller silently nodded and swapped their card decks.
To be honest, playing cards is much more interesting than dice.
If only there wasn't someone beside him constantly chattering.
"Your Majesty, your victory spoils have been stolen, will you just sit here quietly and watch him flaunt it?"
"Simply out-skilled."
Richard somewhat irritably scratched his ear.
Cardinal Sebastian had been flitting about these days, trying to incite him to seize military power in Damietta while Losa was away.
But to him, it was just a troublemaker not recognizing his own status.
