“Are you two really going to fight?”
The boy asked in a low voice. He sounded hesitant as he was witnessing two adults preparing themselves for a hasty duel. From the look in their eyes, there was no doubt that they were serious. The white-haired man had taken off his jacket in order to move more freely during the match. Meanwhile, Joke solemnly pulled his sleeves up to his elbow.
Seeing the two, the youngest person in the room showed a troubled expression.
“Don’t fight over a nonsensical thing. Mr. Joker is already kind enough to come to help me build my deck. You don’t have to challenge him with a bet like that.”
He turned to his father and received nothing but a low laugh. The other man, who had taken off his glasses and put them on a belonging tray in the duel room, came to put his hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry. I won’t lose anyway.”