Game's Over

Piak! Selvig was surprised when Artie slapped his arm. His eyes then landed on a solid glare coming from the archduchess. He couldn't believe that Marissa and Artie came from the same kingdom; why did they have different reactions towards slapping royals? However, that comparison was far off-balance since the slaps were different in nature. It's just that Selvig had to console his sore arm from the angel's hit.

"How dare you call your own wife 'mad'?" Artie growled lowly before she turned in the direction of the flower room. "Still, there must be something we could do for her. That's not normal. Erm, get someone to check up on her or keep an eye on her. Are you sure we can proceed with the game hunt like this?"