In the marble chamber, the Sultan's golden fingertips tapped on the armrest of the throne, and each sound was like the guillotine's guillotine falling on the spines of the ministers.
"Exhausted, Your Majesty." You kneel in front of the card fragments on the ground, with the crushed remains of "Golden Indulgence" in your palm. The gold plating on the vines and the beautiful girl on the card has long since peeled off. "All cards, all stories... Are over.
But the Sultan was not happy about this and turned to the witches, "Restore them. "
"Cards are born from the embers of stories, and ashes cannot be rekindled. "The witch shook her head until dawn - the rustling of black robes broke the deadlock. A man with a blue robe and veil stepped into the hall.
"I can make dry springs spring up again, Your Majesty. "
The sound of gold and gold colliding, the tearing of silk, and the sound of dying gasps exploded in the air. The cards were reorganized like arrows flying backwards, and finally suspended in the palm of the Sultan, glowing more brilliantly than before, "Now, they are arrows that belong exclusively to you. ".
The Sultan laughed and threw the cards to the ministers, "For such a game, you should give my most loyal courtiers, go ahead, but I want all your arrows to shoot at the same target. "
The direction he looked towards with a smile was you, who was kneeling on the ground and feeling cold all over.
FCI warning
Sudan's game fan, all protagonists are all oriented, the protagonist is biased
Third person and second person mixed together
I write wherever I think of it, I don't know when to write it, and each paragraph shouldn't be long, but when it comes to fandom stuff, I have to write it while I'm hot, and I'll postpone it indefinitely once the novelty wears off.
There is a Sudan x protagonist plot (that is definitely there anyway)
Intention: "The Sultan was arrogant and luxurious every day, with countless beautiful girls by his side."