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The clamor of the hall faded to silence as the doors closed. A shadowy room lit by ­magic-­stone lamps greeted them. The room appeared as large as the main hall, but there were drastically fewer tables and people around, creating a uniquely grand atmosphere. 
Waiters in black suits and gorgeous women wrapped in magnificent gowns poured alcohol for the customers. 
“I thought it would be a bit more lively.” 
“Yes, it’s just like a salon.” 
Lyu and Syr exchanged whispers as they followed Terry. 
The VIP room of the Grand Casino of El Dorado Resort. 
Escorted in by the owner, Terry Cervantes, Lyu and Syr examined the wide room. 
As expected, none of the noise from the hall made it past the oaken doors. 
Faint conversations echoed in the spacious chamber. The tables were clearly ­high-­class mahogany, broad and solidly constructed. The guests surrounding them were also a clear cut above the rich and well-to-do outside in both make and manner. Many of them were playing cards with large stacks of chips in front of them. In addition to the guests, there were also handsome waiters moving with absolute precision as well as gorgeous young women in ­eye-­catching dresses. A great many of the latter. 
Lyu’s eyes narrowed when she caught sight of them. 
“Over here, this table.” 
Terry led them to a table where several guests were engaged in a card game. 
Four people. The ­demi-­humans in the seats are seemingly old acquaintances of Terry’s since they started speaking up without reservation. 
“Tonight’s been fun, as always. Thanks, owner.” 
“Speaking of, who are these two?” 
“Allow me to introduce them. Patronizing our establishment for the first time tonight, Lord Ariud Maximilian. And beside him is his wife, the Lady Sirène.” 
“A pleasure to meet you, everyone.” 
“Thanks to the owner’s kindness, we were able to come here. Please take care of us.” 
Greeted by smiles, Lyu and Syr finished their introductions, as a waiter neatly pulled a chair out at the table for Terry. As he sat down, an elf girl appeared, carefully setting a cocktail in front of him. Suppressing her feelings at watching a fellow elf treated like a pretty doll, Lyu turned to Terry and asked, 
“Mr. Cervantes, these beautiful people we’ve been seeing are…” 
“The girls are…well, it probably doesn’t make the best impression, but they are my mistresses. If I say so myself, I courted them quite passionately, and they did me the honor of responding in earnest.” 
Even if she had not heard it, Lyu had already been sure of the answer. Terry responded without hiding his pride as he settled into his seat. 
“Since so many maidens responded to my love, the Goddess of Beauty would surely scold me for keeping it all to myself. It might be a bit presumptuous, but in order to share the wealth, I have them help out with serving drinks.” 
He said it in a roundabout way, but these girls were in the same situation as Anna Kreiz. Terry took a liking to them after a glance, and then he did everything in his power to control them. 
“The owner’s a pervert who surrounds himself with ­crazy-­hot women. Likes to flaunt them in front of the VIPs.” In other words, the information Mord heard about the VIP room is correct. These people are a part of Terry’s collection. 
Each and every one of the girls was beautiful in their bold and erotic ­dresses—­and incredibly ­doll-­like. Against their will, they were here for various absurd reasons. Like Anna, all of them had been brought in through illicit channels, whether from inside or outside the city. Various colors of chokers adorned their necks, as if to show that the girls belonged to him. 
This room was a part of Orario that was actually beyond the law . Even things like this went unchecked. If there were no one to challenge the arrogant owner, then the guests would also enjoy, praise, or partake of the sweet nectar of his collection. 
She must also be here… 
Tamping down her righteous indignation after seeing the owner’s arrogant preening while the guests leered at the beauties around them, Lyu spoke up again. 
“Now that you mention it…on the way here, I happened to hear you recently got your hands on a ­siren-­like beauty.” 
She merely put it out there, but the others at the table quickly chimed in with excitement. 
“Ohhh, I had also heard that! Something or another about marrying a woman from some faraway country.” 
“Do you think you could let us see her?!” 
The elites chorused. It was another ­vomit-­inducing picture. Enjoying the attention, Terry grinned. 
“Ga-ha-ha! Everyone’s ears sure are quick! As you said, I’ve welcomed a new lover to my fold. Let’s have the ­long-­awaited introduction! Hey!” 
Whether it was because he felt gratified by their interest, or perhaps he had intended to show her off from the start, the dwarf quickly waved over one young waiter. He bowed respectfully and went through a door at the back of the VIP room to return with a human girl in a pure white dress. 
“Pleased to…meet you…My name is Anna.” 
Lifting the hem of her skirt politely, the girl introduced herself. She could not entirely suppress the fear seeping into her trembling voice. Without a doubt, this girl was the Kreiz daughter. 
I see…she is beautiful… 
Karen’s words hadn’t just been maternal pride. Anna was attractive enough that the men of great wealth and particular taste were nodding in appreciation. She had honest blue eyes, white skin, a slender jaw and neck, and a modest bust. From an objective view, hovering on the boundary between a girl and a woman, she was more beautiful than the elf Lyu and was even a rival for goddesses. She had the same choker around her neck as all the other girls. 
Her flaxen hair that her mother had boasted about was tied back behind a gaudy hair band, lightly shaking in a way that seemed to reflect her true feelings. She triggered people’s protective impulses as her long eyelashes shaded her eyes when she looked downward. The starstruck elites sighed in admiration, lasciviously staring at her bare shoulders. 
“This one’s also…grade A.” 
“Yes, splendid. As if a goddess blessed the earth with beauty. Well done finding her.” 
“The truth is, I stumbled across her while wandering around foreign lands. It must have been divine guidance. With such beauty and charm, she entranced even me.” 
As Terry spun his lies, Lyu stared at Anna. Perhaps sensing something different about this gaze among all the inquisitive ones, or possibly perplexed, Anna lifted her head in wonder and locked eyes with Lyu. It was then Terry noticed where her attention was. 
“Lord Maximilian, is there something on her face?” 
“No…it’s only that I know a woman who resembles her.” 
The air around Lyu changed, as she stepped uncomfortably close to Terry. 
“According to my acquaintance’s story, he was lured into a gamble by some crooks and dirtied his hands…After having everything stolen, his beloved daughter was taken away from him.” 
“!” 
Both Terry’s and Anna’s eyes flickered in recognition. 
“The girl’s father who took the bet was assuredly a fool…However, if you look closely, it appears that the events happened at a certain person’s instigation.” 
“…” 
“That person set those criminals on the man in order to seize the lovely daughter, and after it was all over, he quietly made the girl his own, it seems…Quite the sad story for those who know her situation.” 
She had intended to stop herself, but she failed. Lyu realized she was more furious than she had thought. Her words carried a sharp undertone as she turned her gaze toward Terry. 
“Even now, I am searching for that girl…chasing down her whereabouts.” 
Without making it explicit, she made it clear that she knew the entire story and all of the details regarding Anna’s situation. The amiable dwarf let his mask slip and glared dangerously at Lyu. A mobster would not have a glare more brutal than his. Only someone who had trod this cruel path could wear such an expression. 
Sensing the change in atmosphere, the wealthy guests around the table became flustered, though the more clever ones realized what was happening. The center of the conversation, Anna, was totally dumbfounded. Syr was a noticeable anomaly, visibly unshaken as she maintained her placid smile while watching the proceedings. 
Lyu had effectively declared that she had come to take Anna back. 
“That’s a very interesting story, Lord Maximilian. Incidentally, it’s a bit sudden, but I heard that you were the Count of Felnas…” 
“Yes, no more than a rural aristocrat. An inflexible, hardheaded elf…one who can’t overlook someone on the wrong path.” 
She met Terry’s searching gaze head-on. The guests at the other tables, the waiters, and the mistresses all noticed something strange was happening and shifted their attention toward Lyu and the owner. Silence settled over the VIP room. 
“I’m not sure who or where the misunderstanding happened, Lord Maximilian…but it seems you’ve set aside your wife and become quite passionate about my Anna.” 
Still staring daggers, Terry finally spoke up, a smile forming above his beard. 
“Well then, shall we play a game?” 
“Game…?” 
“Yes. The person who loses has to fulfill one request made by the winner. It has to be something accessible to the loser, naturally. Also, we’ll play the game with the highest-value chips.” 
He snapped his finger and a waiter emerged pushing a cart holding a tremendous pile of the chips. The mountain of ­platinum-­colored pieces sparkled. The value of all the chips Lyu had collected in the main room could not begin to compare to what was on that cart. 
“We’ll play with this on loan. It won’t be much of a game with any less.” 
Which means the loser doesn’t simply owe a favor, they also take on a large debt , Lyu thought, already caught up in the extortion… Even so, I have no reason to let him go. 
Other than the man pushing the cart, several more men surrounded the table where Syr and Lyu were seated. Like their colleagues guarding the entrance, they were all muscular. 
One…no, two experts are in this group. 
Lyu recognized the human and catperson behind Terry in particular as a cut above the rest. 
She had not heard anything about a powerful familia being sent out by Santorio Vega. They were probably unaffiliated bodyguards employed directly by ­Terry—­strays who had no familia. They were no match for Ganesha Familia ’s main branch, but in the VIP room, the owner’s henchmen were more than enough to handle any fights that might happen to break out. 
“For people like us, who have already achieved wealth, status, and prestige, what we really want…is the thrill of gambling with our lives on the line. Am I wrong?” 
As the ­black-­suited bodyguards exerted pressure with their presence, Terry laid out his challenge. 
Is he trying to taunt me while setting up a human shield, or is he trying to obfuscate Anna’s situation with this game? Well, his proposal is simple. 
All you have to do is win. That was all there was to it. 
I guess I’ll play along for now. 
Lyu did not have a special plan that called for letting loose now. Anna was too close to Terry and his bodyguards. And she would be helpless if he called Ganesha Familia in from the hall. 
Syr is here, too. I should wait and see for now… 
Glancing at the girl sitting next to her, Syr gently nodded back toward her. 
“…Of course. Let’s have that game.” 
The corners of Terry’s mouth turned up in a smile when Lyu accepted his proposition. He looked at the people gathered around the table. 
“How about all of you, ladies and gentlemen? This is the Grand Casino! There’s no flavor if it is just a one-on-one match between Lord Maximilian and myself! So let’s all play with the same conditions: I’ll fulfill any request of the winner! Oops, I’ll have to decline any dangerous requests like ‘I want your life,’ though, of course. Ga-ha-ha!” 
The flustered guests all looked at each other while Terry spread his arms and made his proposal. Smiles started to spread in the crowd as the owner played up his prestige while mixing in jokes, and in the end a few more guests agreed to the terms. It was practically proof they were hungering for the thrill of standing on the edge between glory and destruction, The preparations were adjusted to include the new players. 
“Do you have any preferences for the game? If not, I think we should go with poker.” 
“I don’t mind.” 
“All right, then the match will be decided by knockout…when all the chips in front of someone are gone, that person has lost.” 
The dwarf owner’s eyes sparkled with amusement as the elf accepted the terms, her ­sky-­blue right eye shining with contained rage. In a flash, the prepared chips were spread across the tabletop. The waiters looked on with frozen expressions, while the mistresses watched with resignation and unease. Anna’s gaze wavered as the game began. 
“Well then, shall we start with a ­twenty-­chip bet?” 
“I’ll double that.” 
The game was flop poker. In addition to the cards in a player’s hand, there were communal cards placed faceup in the center of the table that everyone could use. Those shared cards were used to complete the hand. Even with a weak hand, sometimes it was possible to easily win a round by bluffing. 
For now, there are no irregularities. 
Lyu was obviously watching Terry, but she also focused on the man dealing the cards for signs of cheating. As a former adventurer tempered in the Dungeon, she would not overlook even the smallest abnormality among the other guests. Likewise, the bodyguards were carefully watching her for any sign of ­trickery—­especially the human and catperson at Terry’s side. 
Other than Terry and Lyu, four other players joined: two humans, one affluent prum, and an elderly gentleman animal person. Without any exclamations, concern, or ­scene-­making, the sound of cards flipping and chips clacking resounded. 
Each mound of chips repeatedly grew and shrank. At first glance it seemed like a close ­contest— 
“Oh-ho, this senile old man won, eh?” 
“…” 
The elderly animal person had won the hand and swept away the chips Lyu had bet. 
Even with an ­upper-­class adventurer’s tactics of avoiding unnecessary confrontation, the chips she had at hand were running out. She had already lost about half of her starting pile. And it was only Lyu . Only she had been unable to win a game. She could not get a read on her opponents. Her strategy wouldn’t come together. 
Terry sat across from her with the lead in chips, a bold smile creeping across his face. Syr was quietly watching the table next to her as Lyu reflected on what happened. 
I was careless… 
She shifted her gaze to her surroundings, to the guests. The animal person was sipping ­high-­quality liquor while the affluent prum played with some chips in his hand, a scornful sneer scrawled across his face. 
It’s not just the dealer. I should have expected the owner and the guests to work together, too . 
Their relationship was not merely that of a casino owner and his clients. They were accomplices . 
She watched them closely and was sure there had been absolutely no tricks. That meant they were using a method that Lyu could not detect to signal the contents of their hands. 
Hand signs, exchanging looks, some indication in how they spoke, or perhaps all of the above. They were passing messages in a way only they understood to share information about their cards. Then, when Lyu joined a hand, the person with the strongest hand beat her without fail. 
She had to minimize losses and only try when she had a chance to win. 
Everyone at this table is against me… 
Her opponent was not just Terry; it was all five present in the game. 
More than just making a hand using the shared cards, they were effectively sharing their hole cards, too. That was why she could not read into her opponents’ thoughts. They had no intention in the least of using any strategy or bluffing. Like a mob of monsters attacking an adventurer, they were trying to break her with the brute strength of numbers. 
I didn’t notice it, but my anger clouded my vision… 
Lyu was forced to admit she rushed in blindly due to her rage. If she were in her normal frame of mind, she would have noticed much faster. However, seeing the terrible treatment Anna was subjected to, on top of the arrogant way Terry and the others objectified the other girls, she had lost her cool and insight. 
No, even if I had recognized it when I accepted the bet, it’s still likely I would have lost. 
She cursed herself for making such an elementary mistake. 
“It looks like you’ve lost quite a lot of your chips. Are you all right over there, Lord Maximilian?” 
“…” 
She belatedly started to watch her opponents’ movements for signals, but that would not be enough to make a connection. As Lyu maintained her silence, Terry spoke up, enjoying himself. 
Anna staggered as he pulled her close with his meaty hand. She did not understand the game, but was on the verge of tears after recognizing that the person who had been so mad on her behalf was in a bad spot. Or perhaps it was because she thought Lyu’s involvement in the current situation was her fault. 
“Now that I think about it, I haven’t said what I wanted when I win, have I?” 
Snaking his arm around Anna’s waist and stomach, the dwarf spoke up. 
“In the event I win, I think I’ll ask you to let me borrow your partner over ­there—­that lovely wife of ­yours—­for a little while.” 
Lyu, who had kept a calm composure, finally snapped as he fanned the flames of her rage. 
“I’m jealous you were blessed with such a lovely young bride. It’s not fair. I want to enjoy a taste, too, I think. A date with drinks over dinner…just the two of us, you know?” 
Terry leered at Syr. As she silently glanced back at him, he gave her a vulgar grin. 
I see. This is the baptism. 
New members brought back to the VIP room, particularly ones who did not conform or tried to oppose Terry, were soon blackmailed into this game. Using the debt they just incurred, they were forced to accept his demands. Even if their intimate partner was what he requested. 
New members were eaten alive. What Mord had said earlier finally became clear. With that understanding, an incontrollable fury was born. 
“Impertinent people, those blinded by greed…and those moved by a sense of justice like you…I chew them all up and spit everything out.” 
— ­Should I start now? 
Even if she had been railroaded into it, it went against her pride to abandon a ­game—­a ­match—­halfway through. But that paled in comparison to the irrepressible hatred welling up now. 
She could not forgive this man motivated by carnal desire, and his accomplices angling for the chance to share in his profits disgusted her. In response to the elf bristling with deadly resolve, the fence of bodyguards readied themselves. Ignoring her concerns and the risks, Lyu was about to start a brawl. 
“Dear.” 
However, the one next to her reached out her hand and placed it on Lyu’s shoulder. Exhaling, she stopped and looked to her side. Syr smiled, as if she had read what Lyu was planning. She took her time shifting her gaze to Terry and the guests. 
“Everyone, it seems my husband is a bit tired. That being the case, do you think you could let me play in his stead?” 
Even Lyu was shocked at that proposal. 
“­Syr—” 
“Dear, please. I want to decide my fate with my own hand…I don’t want to have it be your fault that I have to commit to something. Mr. Cervantes, in the event I lose, then I’ll obey your request. So please don’t do anything to my husband.” 
“Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…a husband and wife’s love is a truly beautiful thing, isn’t it? Yes, I promise, madam.” 
Lyu was unconsciously leaning forward, only held back by Syr’s pleading gaze and words. How did this exchange look to everyone else? An admirable young bride’s devotion, or perhaps sacrificing herself in order to protect her husband? 
However, she knew it was neither. Syr’s exaggerated performance as the countess brought Lyu back to her senses. Constructing a delicate smile with perfect technique that she used to subdue her colleagues at the tavern, the girl stood up. 
“Mr. Cervantes, do you think you could listen to one more request?” 
“What’s that?” 
“I’d like to see the person to whom I owe my life. If you could call him into the room?” 
A look of disbelief crossed Lyu’s face. She can’t mean… 
“The truth is, the person who saved my husband and myself from danger was a certain adventurer who happens to be here tonight…” 
“…” 
“My husband and I had planned to have dinner together, then grant him a reward tonight. However, in the event I am having drinks with you, I won’t be able to do that. So…I wanted to properly say ­good-­bye.” 
As Syr spun a web of nonsense, Lyu contained her urge to look at her in shock, determined to keep quiet and leave this to her. Terry’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as the count and countess put up a brave ­front—­or at least pretending to. 
“It’s fine, of course. I’ll grant special permission for him to enter the VIP room.” 
“Thank you very much.” 
After hearing a description of the adventurer, one of the guards left the room. 
A short while passed before the ­white-­haired boy was brought in, a look of utter confusion on his face. 
“That white hair…without a doubt, it’s the Little Rookie.” 
“Bell Cranell? The one from the War Game the other day?” 
As expected , Lyu thought as the other guests whispered. 
Confused by the atmosphere of the VIP room, Bell swung his head back and forth without rest, as if he had wandered into a foreign world. Why had he been called out? What was Syr thinking? Lyu had no clue. 
However, she trusted Syr. 
After all, she was so cunning that her colleagues in the bar called her a witch, and she was able to see two moves ahead of a former adventurer like Lyu; she was even acknowledged by deities. Her true essence was determination . 
“I’m very sorry, Mr. Cranell. Unfortunately, I have an appointment after this. Please allow me to cancel the meal we had planned.” 
“Eh…uh…ummm?” 
Bell became increasingly confused. He had been brought to the table without a clue of what was happening, and once he finally reached Syr, she greeted him with a reference to a conversation he did not remember having. 
Bell looked around the shadowy VIP room: Terry and the other guests laughing derisively, the imposing bodyguards, Lyu surrounded by them at the table, and countless beautiful women in gowns. 
His jaw stiffened, and his gaze returned to Syr, who stood in front of him. 
“S-Syr?” 
“Please call me Sirène here, Mr. Cranell.” 
As she whispered and shifted a little closer, a playful smirk flashed across her face for a split second. 
“M-Miss Sirène…are you…busy with something?” 
In response to his question, she smiled and put her finger in front of her lips. 
“A no-good game.” 
“…” 
“Is that okay with you, Mr. Cranell? This VIP room is a place that even members of Ganesha Familia may not enter…so no one can come in. Even if something happens, no one can come in here, not even someone as gallant as you.” 
Bell’s eyes went wide as Syr seemingly whispered a warning to him. Everyone in the saloon leaned in to hear their conversation, while Lyu intently observed the state of affairs. 
Finally, Syr earnestly said, “I was really glad to be able to see you…Let’s meet again if chance allows.” 
“Miss Sir…ène…” 
“Finally, would it be okay to shake your hand?” 

At her ­teary-­eyed entreaty, he timidly clasped his hand around hers. As if to accept his warmth, Syr grasped his hand tightly. 
“Thank you…and farewell.” 
Rubbing her eyes, she turned away. Bell was led out of the room with bodyguards on either side of him. 
“What’s this? Your wife is a woman of affairs, isn’t she, Lord Maximilian?” 
“…” 
Lyu did not respond to Terry, who had watched the sorrowful performance from start to finish with a smirk. It was natural her behavior would look like love, since she had indeed given her heart to the boy, though Lyu could not say that. 
“Have you finished with your ­good-­byes?” 
“Yes.” 
Returning to the table, Syr nodded in response to Terry as she sat down. Seeing a resolute look on her face after she wiped her eyes, Terry asked, “Then, I think we should start…Incidentally, do you know the rules of poker, madam?” 
“Yes, at the shop…I was invited on occasion by some mischievous maids, and I enjoyed myself without telling the master.” 
As Syr promptly corrected herself, Lyu donned a complicated expression. When she mentioned “people from the shop,” she most likely meant Ahnya and Chloe. If they were here, there was no doubt that the pair would object to being turned into maids in her story and loudly complain. 
And the master she mentioned was not Lyu, but Mia. It was the tavern staff that had been secretly playing behind the owner’s back, and they had invited Syr to join. 
“It’s a little embarrassing, but I’m not very familiar with the more exotic kinds of poker…Would draw poker be okay with you?” 
Draw poker was a game where each player was dealt five cards with which to make a hand, and they were allowed to exchange cards once. Among all the different kinds of poker games, it was the most fundamental. The rules of the original bet and each person’s stack of chips would not change, so Syr inherited the shrunken stack that Lyu had left. With no sign of any objections, her request was accepted. 
“Also, one more thing.” 
Clasping her hands together in front of her chest, Syr added one more request. 
“Anyone who folds must pay twice the ante. How does that sound?” 
Syr smiled, implying it was a rule she learned from the maids with whom she often played. It could be thought of as a forced bet…However, Terry and the other players were confused at the complete reversal from her previous meek behavior. 
“Well…that’s fine.” 
Puzzled, they glanced at each other, accepting the request in the end. 
Things got a little bit weird, but that didn’t matter. 
Glancing aside as the dealer dealt the cards, Terry fixed his gaze directly in front of him, across the table. 
The player was Syr, while Lyu was standing behind her. Staying constantly vigilant against anyone who might try to peek at the girl’s cards, she moved closer like a protective man-at-arms. The mysterious elf with the eye patch glanced at Terry. 
You haughty elf bastard…I knew at first sight that I couldn’t stomach you. Trying to act the honorable knight, sacrificing himself to save some princess… 
Terry shifted his gaze from Lyu to Syr, his sadistic streak instantly rearing its head. 
I’ll steal your partner and ruin that cute little face of hers. 
The countess is a beauty in a different way than Anna. She may have an unsophisticated face and light makeup, but those breasts are surprisingly ripe, plus her arms and legs look luscious. I haven’t had a chance to play with Anna yet, so it’ll be fun to sample them together. 
As rumored, he had performed this baptism in the VIP room countless times. Those foolish enough to oppose him were forced into servitude by the weight of crushing debt while he stole the countless women and items that he had coerced players into wagering as collateral in the game. 
Naturally arrogant and disrespectful toward people of wealth and prestige, it would only be natural for Terry to be surrounded by enemies. But instead, he used the carrot and stick to control the people around him. He had no mercy for those who opposed him, while those who pledged allegiance received excellent treatment. 
The guests who joined the baptism also profited. They reached out a hand of kindness to the new member grieving in defeat. Having someone powerful enough to be invited to the VIP room owe them a favor was valuable, and having experienced it themselves, they could more convincingly win over the new recruit. This web of profitable relationships increased the lackeys he could call on, solidifying Terry’s position as the unassailable absolute authority in the Grand Casino. 
Terry believed without a doubt that he was the king of this gambling ­paradise—­perhaps even all of Orario. 
The Guild can’t interfere with us. And even if someone tries to come at me with force, I have Faust and the others to take care of it. 
The human and catman bodyguards were positioned behind him. He had paid a large sum of money to hire men who were strong, and these two had made a name for themselves with their abilities. These warriors would make even ­upper-­class adventurers shudder. When people would not bend no matter how much he threatened and blackmailed, those two would bury them quietly. 
More importantly, they would instantly see through any tricks Lyu or Syr might try in this game. With all the other guests working as accomplices , Terry’s victory was assured. 
Bastard, I’ll have you groveling at my feet! 
Finally, the dealer finished his task and gathered the ante put in by all the players. 
As Terry and his four co-conspirators secretly grinned in anticipation, the game began. 
—­Immediately after that. 
“Wow! Look at this, dear!” 
Syr called excitedly as her ­blue-­gray updo bounced. 
“Look, four of the same card! That’s four of a kind!” 
Terry, the guests, and the on looking bodyguards, waiters, and even Anna and the other mistresses were all stunned as the countess held up her cards, admiring them while she celebrated. 
Lyu was stunned, too. 
Standing ­stock-­still as she gazed in wonder, she looked down at the cards Syr was holding up. 
“…So it is.” 
Not at all clear of what was going on, Lyu immediately readjusted her expression and gave a curt reply. 
“Hooray!” Syr was still celebrating like an innocent child. 
She had very clearly said the phrase “four of a kind.” She had grandly told the table her hand. Terry and the other players were frozen for a few moments before starting to laugh. 
It was clearly a bluff. 
Total child’s play. Pretending to be an aristocrat who doesn’t know the ways of the world…a novice who doesn’t know the rules of the game . 
For the most part, it was clear she would try this kind of bluff. Trying to add pressure with a rule like “anyone who folds must pay twice the ante” was just shallow thinking. In the first place, getting four of a kind without changing any cards was obviously not going to happen. 
You think I’ll fall for that? Terry mocked her in his heart as he secretly signaled with his gaze. Catching the guests’ eyes, they exchanged glances. After that, the elderly gentleman animal person waited a second before calling over a waitress. 
“Ah, you there. A ­thirty-­year-­old Altena wine, please.” 
Altena wine, thirty ­years—­meaning his hand was a full house with a ­high-­value three of a kind. This round was the old man’s win for sure. Using the signals they had decided on, Terry and the other guest pretended to fall for Syr’s bluff. The remaining people were just Syr and the animal person. 
“It seems it’s become a one-on-one fight with this wizened man…what shall we do, madam?” 
“Well then, I’ll raise.” 
“Ho-ho-ho! You seem awfully confident there.” The old gentleman’s lips curved up. He hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about whether to fold before his eyes narrowed. “Very well, then, I shall raise also.” 
“Raise.” Without waiting to exchange cards, Syr pushed out more chips. 
“…?!” 
She raised again, no trace of uncertainty in her smile. The smiling animal person, Terry, and the other guests stopped moving. 
Could it possibly be…? The thought clearly showed in the old man’s face before he convinced himself again that it was merely a bluff. His pride wouldn’t let him be run in circles by a little girl’s strategy. 
“Ha, ha-ha-ha…Very well, then let’s have the cards decide.” 
Anger seeping into his smile, the old animal person matched the number of chips Syr had wagered. Lyu stood by, watching quietly as the hands were shown. The old gentleman had a full house. 
Against that, Syr ­had— 
“Four of a kind.” 
Just as she had claimed, she laid down four queens. 
“?!” 
Her opponents were dumbstruck, seeing a hand that beat the animal person’s full house. 
“This…T-touché…” 
The chips in the pot were pushed over to Syr. The old gentleman gave a smile for appearances while he felt his face burn in humiliation. However, the anger was soon replaced by another emotion. 
“This is amazing, dear! Look, they’re all the same suit this time!” 
“…!” 
Again?! 
As Syr started talking about her next hand, the guests’ faces changed color. 
They were enraged, thinking, As if that could happen a second time! But also doubtful: Just maybe… They were stuck between a rock and a hard place. Pushed into silence, Terry adopted a ­wait-­and-­see approach, folding while he watched the other players exchange signs so that the strongest hand would face off against her. 
“Ah, it’s my win again.” 
“…!!” 
However, it went exactly as she said, and Syr’s flush collected all the chips. At that point, the guests’ hearts lurched. This girl’s luck was strong. They were starting to consider maybe they were being cheated. 
“Straight.” 
Syr stopped putting on a performance. There was no need to hide her true nature anymore. Wearing a beautiful and bold smile, she announced her next hand. 
“…F-fold…” 
“M-me, too…” 
Without testing her claims, all of the guests tried to escape. 
It did not end there. 
“Three of a kind.” 
She laid her cards down, revealing her hands. 
“Flush.” 
Quietly, solemnly, audaciously. 
“Full house.” 
Syr ran up consecutive wins, and the ­platinum-­colored chips piled up in front of her. In shock, Terry initially suspected Syr was cheating somehow, or Lyu standing behind her was. He swung his head around. The dealer gasped and furiously shook his head, indicating no. The human bodyguard silently shook his head as well. 
Strange…she’s too good. The thought echoed in the minds of Terry and his cohorts. Immediately after, as if she had seen through ­them— 
“Ah, that’s no good!” 
“!” 
After winning due to everyone else folding, Syr pushed her cards back facedown to the dealer. This time they slipped out of her hand and ended faceup, only a high card. Watching in shock, the guests’ faces turned bright red. 
You idiots, she’s baiting you! 
Terry’s flustered internal scream could not reach his accomplices, though. 
The furious guests ignored Syr’s announcement and challenged her next hand. Immediately after, they all lost. Their mouths gaping wide, the guests could not even speak as looks of utter shock marred their faces. They were in a state of complete confusion. 
Shortly after that, the first person dropped out. 
“Th-that’s…” 
The one who retreated was the gentlemanly old animal person who had turned pale from shock. After losing such a massive amount of money, he seemed like a shell of a man. While Terry and the other guests were still stunned, Syr abruptly spoke up as she calmly continued the game. 
“Everyone, I’m sure you know, right? Among all the gods and goddesses, there is one goddess who can see the true nature of people’s hearts.” 
“Syr and Lyu are still at the casino, meow? Are they okay, meow?” 
At the same time their gamble was happening, in The Benevolent Mistress… 
While washing all the plates that had built up in the corner of the kitchen, Ahnya spoke up. 
“Worrying is just pointless, meow.” 
“Yeah, yeah, it would be a bit of a problem if they got mixed up with Ganesha’s guys, though. But that’s where Lyu will take care of things.” 
Chloe and Runoa were brushing the concerns off as needless anxiety. The three of them were lined up washing plates as Chloe dejectedly continued, 
“Syr’s probably already racking up the winnings with an evil smile on that innocent, ­harmless-­looking face, meow…” 
She spoke from firsthand experience with Syr’s skill at poker, while the other two nodded in agreement. 
“How many times have I lost and had to take her place washing dishes, meow?” 
“Well, you’re hopelessly bad at gambling…but we’ve never had a chance to win against her.” 
“It’s more than cheap poker faces and bluffs, meow.” 
Chloe stared at the ceiling as bubbles stuck to her cheek. It was always like that. She would always crush them with a bright smile. 
Yeah, it was as if she had read everything in their hands. 
“It’s as if we were playing against a god who could see through our lies…” 
With regard to casinos, it was very frowned upon for gods to play poker because they could see through the lies of their “children.” Trying to bluff your way through was a lost cause from start to ­finish—­it was that hopeless. 
Syr’s oddly good instinct was practically at the same level. The catgirls who loved to gamble the most out of all the staff shivered as they recalled it, then sighed. 
“Syr is definitely a witch.” 
“I’ve heard her eyes can see the smallest of tremors in a heart, laying it entirely bare.” 
In the shadowy room lit by ­magic-­stone lamps, her slender fingers traced the outline of the cards she had been dealt. 
Syr cast her eyes down as she spoke. Her voice almost seemed to have a magical effect, drawing in the people listening. 
“Of course, I don’t have that goddess’s eyes…” 
Attracting the guests’ eyes ­single-­handedly, Syr stopped and smiled. 
“I enjoy it, though. Watching people, that is. There are so many varieties and tons of things to find out…enough to make your eyes sparkle.” 
Those words resembled something a certain young man had told her. 
“Sorry, that’s a bad habit of mine,” she said without looking the least bit shy. Her eyes, the same ­silver-­blue as her hair, squinted in a bright smile. 
“It’s something like ‘people watching,’ I guess? If you keep doing it long enough…somehow or other you can get to the point where you sort of understand, ‘This person is thinking about that.’ ” 
Listening to her explanation, it not only applied to the guests she was playing against, but everyone in the VIP room who doubted what they heard. 
“Truth or lies, fury or sorrow, shame or suffering…light or darkness.” 
Was this a bluff, or possibly true? The whirlpool of doubt had already changed into inescapable quicksand. One after the other, the players’ expressions shifted. They were sweating as though something had cornered them on the precipice of a sheer cliff. The rich prum went totally pale, unable to keep his hands from trembling. 
“Eyes can convey many things.” 
Standing behind her, Lyu could barely contain the shock she felt. If what she said was true, then Syr was effectively saying she could to read her opponents’ thoughts by just looking at their expressions, through the eyes. Announcing her hand, she could see if her opponents wavered just by looking. She raised if they did and drew cards or simply folded when they didn’t. 
In other words, it was equivalent to knowing her opponents’ cards. This was far removed from the experience and strategy Lyu had built up as an ­adventurer—­it was ­one-­sided clairvoyance. 
On the one hand it seemed unbelievable, but she also remembered times that Syr’s eyes had apparently seen right through to her heart. Without even asking about what was going on, she sometimes came bearing a smile and a solution while Lyu was still struggling to figure out what to do. 
“Th-that’s…?!” 
Terry’s cheeks spasmed as he finally lost his cool. She was toying with the one who called himself the king of the gambling paradise and the wealthy elite who had amassed vast riches. A single girl had overwhelmed them. Terry met Syr’s gaze. Looking into her eyes, his throat quivered. 
What are those ­metallic-­blue eyes seeing? 
Why are they twinkling? 
What the hell is she hiding behind those eyes? 
­Hah—­what, Countess? What young newlywed? You’re a damn witch!! 
Terry clenched his right hand, coming to the same conclusion as a certain pair of catgirls. Other than Terry, the guests were running low on chips. At this point, the added rule of “anyone who folds must pay twice the ante” was cutting into their lifespans. It had created a situation where they could not wait for a good hand to bring them back from the brink, forcing them to sometimes bluff with weak hands. And Syr always pushed with perfect ­timing—­as if she had foreknowledge that her hands were ­superior—­mercilessly collecting their chips with a cheerful smile. 
The first two hands. Those had badly wounded them. That loss had left a decisive mark on them. From the very beginning, they had lost their opportunity to win. One after the other, the guests dropped out, dumbfounded. The game’s pace sped up as it entered the final phase. The bodyguards and girls held their breath as the watched. 
It was all a strategy. 
It was all unfolding in the palm of this girl’s hand. 
At this rate, I’m going to lose…! 
Terry himself had won some of his victories by mere chance, but it was fair to say those times were minimal. But now his own stack of chips had been halved. Countless times, he had been unable to control himself and crushed the cards with his dwarf strength, forcing the dealer to take out a new deck of cards for the next hand. 
“!” 
At that time, Terry’s eyes opened in shock. The first card dealt to him was a chalice symbolizing divine blessing. The next four were four kings. Four of a kind. 
The goddess of victory is smiling for me in the end! 
Terry rejoiced. With a hand to get his revenge for the first round, it was as if heaven was telling him to win. 
Whether you can really see my hand or not doesn’t matter now! 
All in. He intended to change the flow of the match in one blow here. He glared at Syr with bloodshot eyes. Entrusting himself to the flow of the gamble, he waited for his opponent to step up to the guillotine. 
“…Card, please.” 
In front of the man’s glaring, for the first time Syr stopped smiling. She quietly asked to exchange a card. There was a soft rustle as a card was dealt from the deck. Anna gasped even as Terry sneered, tightening the grip on his chips. Eyes from every corner of the VIP room focused on the girl sitting in front of Lyu as she picked up the card. 
She placed it into her hand, and the next moment… 
“Ha…ha-ha-ha-ahh-ha-ha…” 
Seemingly without thinking, she laughed. 
“Even though all I did…was think about how nice it would be to borrow some luck.” Some heat entered Syr’s voice as she closed her eyes, looking like a young girl in love. 
Fixing her smile, she opened her eyes and looked at Terry across from her. 
Her gaze instantly overpowered him. He heard himself saying, “It’s just a ­bluff—.” Believing in his own hand, he pushed everything into the pot. Both players put in a huge amount of chips. 
“It seems that I was blessed by a lucky rabbit today,” Syr said, just as they were on the verge of showing their cards. 
And then she revealed her hand. 
“Royal flush.” 
Bam! The old animal person stumbled out of his chair and collapsed to the floor. At the impact, Terry’s stack of chips collapsed in a cascade. As the platinum chips clinked against each other, the girls covered their mouth with both hands, sweat broke out on the brow of the VIPs, and Anna stood completely still. Everyone in the room stared in shock. 
With the inclusion of the wild card, it was the strongest hand of the night. 
Terry was so stunned it seemed as though his eyes might leap out of his head as he swung wildly to turn around. 
“Faust?!” 
In response to the dwarf’s roar, the human bodyguard plaintively shook his head. 
With his guard telling him that there was no trick, he gritted his teeth as hard as he possibly could. 
“­Hee-­hee, thank you Mr. Rabbit.” 
Syr picked up the wild card from her hand, a joker riding a rabbit . The girl lovingly looked into the rabbit’s round eyes and, as if remembering the warmth before her separation from the boy, Syr put her hand to her cheek. 
“…?!” 
The game’s winner sat with a mountain of chips in front of her and an elf guard at her back. Having lost all his chips, Terry froze. He had misjudged them. He had no choice but to accept that. At first, he had assumed that the count was a knight who had come to save Anna by himself. But he was wrong. That knight had a guaranteed trump card up his sleeve. 
The girl in front of him was that trump ­card—­the knight’s queen . 
“Hey, Lyu? This means…” 
“Yes, ­Syr—” 
The girl spread her vibrant purple fan clumsily, using both hands. 
“—­this is your victory.” 
As Lyu’s proclamation echoed, Syr held the fan in front of her mouth, smiling with her ­blue-­silver eyes in front of the shocked wealthy patrons. 
 



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