266 Olrich’s Bills

What was shame, what was loss? As Olrich's unconscious body tumbled onto the ground, deep within the recesses of his mind, a voice wondered why those words applied so well to him. It was almost as if on this night, he redefined them all.

 "You lost."

 The voice stated, then faded in the darkness of his mind, and in a resounding thud, Olrich's body landed.

 "Hey, adoptive father, why are you dozing off? The game is barely getting started."

 Konrad chortled then waved his hand. Lifted by his irresistible telekinetic powers, Olrich flew back into the air, hovering before Konrad.

 *PAH*

 And with a resounding slap, Konrad shoved consciousness back into his body.

 "You!"

 "Me, me, me. What about me? Sorry, but today is not about me."

 Konrad cut, and while keeping Olrich trapped within the air, flew back to his chariot.

 "Nils, come here."

 Konrad beckoned, and Nils obeyed, rising from her seat to stand by his side.