Disaster.
A complete disaster!
Leander Kyros, esteemed Duke of House Kyros and a man famous for being the war god, couldn't believe his eyes as the final count lit up again.
Thirty tickets.
Again.
"Thirty," he muttered hoarsely.
Not the thirty he needed, but the thirty he kept getting.
And yet for the sixth time in a row, the pinball machine spat out a pitiful amount as if mocking him for his ambition.
THIRTY!
He was so flabbergasted that he nearly crumpled to the floor when Princess Nina played the same game.
She pulled the handle back with care. Not strength. Not force. Just a gentle, precise motion, as if she were coaxing the machine rather than commanding it.
The ball danced.
It bounced.
It refused to fall.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Lights exploded. Bells rang. Tickets poured out in an unending stream.
Double.
Leander's eyes went wide.
DOUBLE!
"!!!"
How was it possible that a man like him couldn't get that thing called a pinball machine to submit?
