“Hole in one!” The Dark Lord shouted happily, as his golf ball found his mark after a smooth and powerful swing.

Waltz Vonstein gritted his teeth as he clapped along with the other participants of the golfing session.

This was ridiculous, both the situation and the result. Why the hell were they playing golf with their arch-nemesis, not to mention the Grandmaster keeps referencing penetration in a way that I think he has more on his mind than the defense of Rovaldan.

Besides, that was no longer the main issue here. How the hell was The Dark Lord so good at golf? No matter the distance of difficulty of the hole, he had managed to always get a hole in one. Even on shot’s where it should be impossible to do so!

“Who's next?” Vonstein asked the gathering, quite eager to take his turn. As much as he hated to admit it, he was enjoying himself even with the presence of the Dark Lord, the absolute bastard.

“The Grandmaster, I believe.” replied The Dark Lord, his voice smooth and silky like a hustler. “I wish you the best of luck, sir, but regardless you won’t be able to do worse than small pecker over there!”

Vonstein just took a deep breath and smiled, refusing to give The Dark Lord any satisfaction of showing a response.

“Certainly, I am the lesser player. But that proves that my ability and experience handling balls is lesser than yourself, my good sir.” Vonstein replied in a rare show of wit.

The Dark Lord just continued smiling, he wasn’t even paying attention to Vonstein anymore.

This could only make Vonstein even angrier, but he must restrain himself and allow his pride to be penetrated.

Vonstein was trailing the pack in terms of scores and was inwardly furious about this. He was being shown up, and it didn’t help that The Dark Lord was constantly making snarky comments.

“Vonstein, I thought you were used to handling balls!”

“Vonstein, I’m glad you wore underwear today, or you might have mistaken your club as something else.”

Vonstein had almost tried to batter The Dark Lord with his club, but a stern glance from the Grand Master and a pie from the High Cook was enough to steer him away from violence.

Vonstein munched his pie, the High Cook had made sure to keep him supplied with the food since, as the Grand Master stepped up to take his turn, when suddenly The Dark Lord pulled out his black hammer from his pants, how he had concealed such a monstrously large item Vonstein had no idea, and swung it towards the Grandmaster’s head….

To Be Continued...