Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

Amelia Norman is not good at noisy or vivid places.

In the first place, because the Church has a qualitative solidity, very few people are accustomed to such things in a Sister raised by the Church, but seeing a building decorated with a light of decency makes me feel like I'm even dreaming weird.

When Ares ordered me to take back my armor, I couldn't say anything this time, even though I tried to show you where I could count on it, leaving aside if I could do it normally.

"Wow... it's been a really long time since I've seen a casino! This air! This sight!

"Sister's going to the casino too... well, it's been a while since I've been there"

Still, I'm sure it's because of these two that Amelia hasn't been distracted yet.

Seeing the glitzy township where Amelia stood back had not changed Stefan's and Sanya's attitudes in any way.

No, on the contrary - Stefan's eyes sparkle as if he had been given a toy, and Sanya pretends to be superficially calm but her excitement is hidden behind her eyes.

You haven't forgotten that we're on our way to the Demon King crusade......

Sanya is still convinced. Because he's a mercenary. Mercenaries are ancient and present, and the market is set when they prefer battle, booze and gambling.

But I don't see how Stefan, who is supposed to be the same clergy - and much more blessed with the house than Amelia, and raised to be a butterfly, a flower - could make the casino shine its eyes so far.

The only thing Amelia understands is the pinch.

Stefan has taken many delicious places. Amelia also has a sense of usefulness from the shadows, but this junior girl is flashy anyway with nothing to do.

He scratched the scatterfield around and annoyed it, but even showed the fine play that it would turn out to be money. I can't very well imitate Amelia.

Amelia has no standing if she gets active up to this casino on top of it.

This is the right place. It wasn't if I was paying attention. At any rate, we must lead Sanya in suppressing the tingling look with Stefan, who is expressing excitement throughout this body, and obtain the 'Armor of Aggregated Metal (Thumbmetal)'.

And if possible, get other items that can't be substituted for the money lined up as prizes. Only then will Amelia's status as Ares' one arm become immovable.

"What kind of casino is there, by the way?

"Uh, seniors, are you new to casinos? Erm..."

Stefan explains it in an irritating tone.

Amelia, who was first heard on the top of the Buddha, also opens her eyes as the content of the story progresses.

Apparently, the information on the casino that Amelia got from books and such was a lot older.

There seem to be unexpectedly many games to play in modern casinos. It strikes me how many different games and roulette using cards can come up with so many ideas in this dark age, from slot machines created using meticulous magic guidance engineering to things that strayed from the regular track of letting captured demons fight each other and bet who wins.

This city - alias Lims - is a city of evil. When carefully observed, there are many blue people sitting in the shadow of the bright neon. They will be the ones who have slapped all their wealth on the bet.

Re-establish your temper. The church is a pussy. Not even try to put money on the most important task of supporting the Saint Brave (Holy Brave). Having Helyar defeated me gives me some room for the funds I can withdraw, but I can't run out at the casino. Amelia's work now depends on the fate of the world.

And so Amelia went into the casino right now. She asked the junior who was doing so.

"With that said, stay. What game are you good at?

"... to?

It's only natural to check the power of your people.

Stefan had her eyes rounded and her fingers on her lips, but her neck snapped with a strange face.

And I said something unexpected.

"There's nothing I don't like about it."

"... what?

No, no, it can't be a boulder. From what I've heard lightly, there's a complete mixture of strength and luck in the gambling you can take part in at the casino.

There has to be something you're not good at. Or are you just unconscious?

Stefan laughs embarrassingly somewhere.

"Eh heh... I've never lost? I'm only good at gambling."

"Oh no, not again..."

"Eh heh..."

"hahaha......"

Sanya and Stefan are laughing at each other. Maybe Sanya thinks Stefan's words are a joke.

But Amelia, who I've known a long time, figured it out.

This kid - he's a bee. It's a troublesome story for Amelia, who has just decided to stay active, but Stefan already had a champion Pierce.

Now I guess Ares was spotting this Stefan talent at a glance. I guess different parts are enhanced just for losing something important as a person.

"I'll take care of it if you want to get in the mud boat!

If I get in the mud boat, I'm in trouble......

Such a wind blowing inside Amelia as well, Stefan confidently moves toward the casino. Sanya hastily follows it, and Amelia has no choice but to follow it in a defeated mood.

I have no choice. I have no choice. You have to take the hand with the highest chance of winning. It's not about Amelia being active, it's about achieving Ares' instructions properly.

And that's when Stefan tried to dive into the entrance to the casino - and even though he wasn't stuck in something, his legs snapped, and he fell down in abundance.

The gaze concentrates. I heard Ares' workout made Doji somewhat better, but apparently that's a range of errors.

"Hey...... it's ok!? Mr. Stay."

Sanya rushes over, not too used to these sights yet. Take Stae's hand, which suppresses his nose with tears, and make him stand up.

And, there, I put my hand on that luxurious shoulder.

The man who reached out and grabbed his shoulder was a strong man dressed in well-tailored black clothes. That, too, is not alone. There are many black clothes following behind.

Sanya's eyes became a moment steeper and quickly turned into something surprising.

The black men were not rogues. It's the casino's side.

He is the guard of Lims, who is in charge of casino security and rushes when something goes wrong.

Clearly, to a different sight, the air changes. Stefan is alone, pompous.

And the black clothes said in a rude voice.

"Dear Stephane Veronido, I'm afraid I've been saying this for a long time - don't go into our casino."

Unexpectedly opens his eyes. Stefan doesn't seem to know the situation either.

But the look on his face in black was terribly serious and seemed serious. Stefan hurries and screams in a tall voice.

"Heh!? hey, why!? I've never been in this casino! How do you know my name!?

To his desperate appeal, the black clothes narrow his eyes, putting a bunch of paper out of his nostrils, poking at one of them.

It was Stefan's - a few years younger than now - but Stefan's painting that left a shadow on the paper.

Black clothes quietly proclaim.

"Dear Stefan. I didn't win too much. You lost too much."

Stefan collapsed, not into anger, but into pity's praised words.

Apparently, I can't use my hand at relying on Stefan. You found out before you even joined the bet yet, so it's completely marked.

The casino should also have a reputation. I wonder how rough the hell it would be to refuse without caring about people?

Apparently it was a really muddy ship.

Amelia looked up at the black clothes with her lukewarm eyes, slapping Stefan on the shoulder, who was making senseless resistance, she said.

I have a kinder voice than I thought I would.

"Stay, don't worry. Your enemy, me and Sanya, will definitely take it."