Story of The Ancient Demon King!

My uncle at the reception told me about this casino called "Arch Chee", which seems to have recently come out of popularity.

"I'm nervous...."

Sometimes gambling is inexperienced, and it is quite heavy.

But if we doubled it all at once, Celeste's salary, including hers, would be a few months.

I am the Devil.

It's impossible to be timid. Even a pinch will change your chances...!

Step into a building that looks like a seemingly large Western-style museum that is never the same as the earth's sole.

The strong Mukimki Gatekeeper who was at the gate looked neither at nor at the objects, he looked not at the garden where many carriages were parked, and went to the middle of the road...

In the darkness of the night, the lights leak into the Western-style museum.

Then....

"Huh? A clean shop. Table placement and dealer and customer quality. Inside, my favorite..."

There was Prince Cashew who looked indoors and admired the luxury in a calm hue.

Besides, my eyes were tight.

... ah, I see.

I came up with the most likely way to win the first time.

This guy must be a grand gambler. If you imitate this man, you won't lose at least.

A smile spills over into your too good maneuvers.

"--fufufu"

"Nh!!... hmm"

For a moment he looked at me and was surprised, then angry and walked to the back of the table playing various games....

So I panicked that I had to prepare myself as soon as possible.

"... maybe I'll switch to a chip."

Looks like we're gambling in cash.

There aren't many types of games, and things like rolling cards and dice and counting them seem to be the main thing.

"Oops...."

I can't stay like this. I have to follow Prince Cashew.

♢♢♢

The manager's office is located on the second floor of Arch Chee, behind an employee passageway.

From the room, you can hear a small, creepy sound from the kon and kon.

A rough man knocked on the door without hesitation.

Oh, come in.

Shortly after knocking, a low, sinister voice echoed as if the door were shaking.

It's not particularly loud, but naturally the man's spine stretches to the heavily received voice.

"- Excuse me.... Gerald's brother, the Prince of Cujaro, has arrived."

"... what?

Beyond the man's gaze, a man in his late 30s wearing thick muscle armor was fading.

A man who was putting his legs on a desk in the middle and ejecting a knife from a wall.

There are countless old wounds on the face and body, and the long green hair is tied behind a mess, creating a strange adult aroma with a dangerous atmosphere.

"... I see. Take it exactly as you should have."

Hee.

Brush the wound on your face and drink up the rest of the poured wine.

The bottle on the desk is empty.

……

"I'll bring it right away."

Bad.

That's what I said when I dropped off the wine-gatherer with my thin, pointed eyes....

"... it's a bakemon."

Reflect on Celestia Wright's instructions communicated via Marie.

Gerald the Stone cannot help but be surprised by the instructions he has given so far to anticipate the actions of others.

Throw the knife forcefully and stab it.

Like the knife, Gerald's gaze was terribly sharpened.

♢♢♢

"If you are on the other side, we will start the game."

The dealer says to the three cashews sitting over the table.

The prince's cashew has two wealthy men in fine costumes. Both are regular.

"--Hmm!!

The wealthy bodyguard breaks the nuts covered in a sufficiently hard shell with a dedicated hammer.

"... the gummies are actually delicious, but this hardness is difficult."

"You're right. Without a strong escort like ourselves, we can't do it lightly."

Wealthy men who eat the fruit offered by their guards and wait for the game to satisfy themselves.

"... the fruit of grumpy?"

The cashew, who was also waiting for the game to begin, also saw the free nuts in the plate placed in front of him.

There are only a few dishes in the chair, so the one in front of me is probably for me.

"I don't have much to say, but... Kelly"

"Hah... huh!!

Kelly grabs one from a plate of cashew, holds it with her fingers, and crushes the nut shell with momentary force.

"Hmm!?

"Nah, what a force...."

"I don't think you're human...."

Wealthy men and guards alternate between seeing Kelly and nuts shattered without tools with stunning eyes.

(I'm surprised at this level.....)

Eat the gourmet fruit that Kelly gave you and give Kelly an order.

"Needless to say... tail it."

"Already three."

"Fu, this is why you can't let go."

"I am honored to be here.... but it's unclear what he was thinking and approaching Master Cashew. Just be careful."

Kelly alerts the cashew to her first gambling while placing the shell next to the nut plate.

"I smiled."

……

"I didn't think he'd show up any better than Sieg. I don't know what the purpose is....."

Just in time, the last seat will be filled.

……

Behind Kelly and Cashew's gaze was a boy with a hood and a mask.

He puts a bag of gold coins on the table and waits for the game to begin in a relaxed manner.

Clean it up later.

Ha.

Even if I told you to enjoy the game just for now, I smiled.

(After all, gambling is probability theory. Wasting the reward you earned at the corner? If I hadn't come here, I would have spent a lot of time together.)

After filling a half-circle seat around the dealer and making sure everyone has a bet, play begins.

"The customer is here. Now, let's start the game."

This table is a simple mouse race in the circuit behind the dealer, where you hit the first of four mice.

The dealer has set the magnification, and it has become very popular with the wealthy because it is a big game.

"First of all... 'Aegatsu'."

Hmm, so I'll bet on Tuni.

The two wealthy men pushed out the pile of gold coins on the table without hesitation and bet confidently on the rat in question.

"It's a" mum chu. "Let's start with this guy."

Cashew risked his money as quickly as anyone else.

(Have you noticed the condition of the rats? They are. Because of this, they're less intelligent. This race is certain.)

Cashew stares at the mouse "Mo Mu Choo", who rushes around like a head banker, and looks at it with boredom.

"Me too, Mummy Choo."

……

When the boy sees him betting the same gold coin, Cashew's eyebrows echo.

I look at the boy with a suspicious face, but he is quietly clear.

"Now, let the race begin."

On the dealer's signal, the rats' first race opened the door.

………

……

…

"Well, what's going on..."

Beyond the stunned gaze of Cashew, there is a "Mouth Choo" that keeps headbanking the rats that have already passed the goal.

The stakes will, of course, be collected.

"Hey, hahahaha. There's a huge difference."

"Was it" Tuni "this time? Congratulations."

A gold coin divided by the winner.

"Kh...."

……

He strokes Cashew's anger backwards, along with a boy sitting quietly with his arms bent.

♢♢♢

(It's okay, it's only the first time...) I still have a lot left in my hand. You just have to reverse one shot. If we win, we can get it back. I'm sure he'll do it...)

♢♢♢

But....

……

……

The second race, too, was won by one of the wealthy men, as the mouse chosen by Cashew and the boy did not advance.

That was close.

"Hahaha, hey, it was dangerous..."

--Baki, Gori, Gari...

An abnormal noise sounds.

Of course, the rich and cashews are looking at the source.

And I peel my eyes.

"Mogging....."

Bullshit, Megi, Gali!!

The boy transported the glutinous fruit from under the mask to his mouth... eating the whole shell.

That rock-like shell of gummy fruit...

(I lost again... I wouldn't have eaten it if I hadn't.... and yet, this fruit... is delicious even though it's my first time eating it.... especially the shell)

Becca, Goki, Becchin!!

A boy who puts nuts under a mask while hiding his face one after the other and eats them while chewing them.

……

"... and I look forward to the next race!

"Eh, eh, absolutely...."

With a flipped voice, he looked at the anomaly in front of him and pretended not to see it, and decided to concentrate on the game.

The guards behind them have an unobstructed mouth open to the boy who eats tree nuts to chew the rocks.

"... I don't like it any more."

♢♢♢

……

No words, Cashew.

In the third race and beyond, Cashew continued to lose, and the boy who did the exact same thing lost his money altogether.

(Even if you bet on imitating others... And....)

"... fu"

"Gu!?

A boy who is also supposed to keep losing is smiling over his mask.

There is no tree nut on the plate in front of me. Of course, there is nothing in the shell.

(You're saying there's no such thing as a loss...! Or do you think the vessel is different from me!?

"... I'll bet all the rest on San Quechu."

Huh!

You're in the game.

Cashew bets all the rest of the money... just like before...

Me, too.

……

I'm hungry, but I can't stand it anymore, and Cashew just stares at the boy and waits for the results.

The boy also raises the edge of his lips under the mask and looks straight back.

(... I feel a hot gaze. Losing is the same as losing. I will never blame this man. Rather, if we get here, we'll just hang out till the end. Until the end, I just believe...! Please, Prince Cashew....)

(This is the first time you've made me look like this....!

"--Now, let's begin the final race."

♢♢♢

The next morning, Cashew was on the top floor of a luxury inn.

From the open windows and doors to the veranda, the cool wind enters with the morning and sun, shaking the long hair of the cashew.

"--I 'm sorry to hear that."

……

Cashew in a bathrobe sits on a bench and looks coldly at Kelly with her head down in front of her.

"I lost the kid."

"Hah...."

I gracefully drank tea from a teacup and exhaled a hot breath with frustration... trying to remain calm.

"... Phew.... that's enough. But when you get back, you'll have to train your men. That's good."

"Ha, ha!

The worst part came to Kelly's mind, but apparently she still found a way to use it.

"To get started....."

I looked at the two women who fell down on the bed in a terrible and boring manner and gave them cruel instructions.

Kelly was most afraid of the end.

"... I'm tired of them. We'll use it for experiments when we get home, so lock it up."

"Eh...?

"Yikes!!

Two women wanting to escape with Yotayota.

"Immediately... take him away"

"Yiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!

"Yamethe! Yamethe!!

On Kelly's signal, the handlers quickly took the woman outside.

"--That's a bad hobby."

"Hmm? Ah, the Archbishop Amanda's dog."

Behind Cashew's gaze was Bishop Jan, an Enze messenger under Archbishop Amanda, who was visiting at some point.

It's called a dog, and there's blood vessels rising in its temples.

"... I just want the prince of the small country not to bark."

"Are you bothered? I'm sorry, but you're just a user, right? I'm so desperate, I'm worried I'll get scolded later."

Cashew, who seemed to be in a good mood, provoked again and again.

"... fuha"

……

Bishop Yang, whose face turned red and his teeth tied, suddenly burst into a smile.

"The prince seems to be resting on his belly. The princess shakes me, mercenaries make me take money to gambling... Gah!?

Bishop Jan's body rises.

― ― It's noisy.

"Gah!?

Bishop Yang suddenly grabbed his neck and lifted it by the cashew who had been sitting on the chair.

"Gu, guuuuuu!!

From his tormented back, the wings of the Gospel, like Bishop Lionel's, grow, exposing the room to a magical storm.

"Nh, this is the Gospel..."

What magic is that?

My men stand by nature and desperately endure Yang's magic.

And Yang tries to escape from Cashew's arm, which exerts unnatural power....

"Goo, huh...?

Bishop Jan, who should have gained all his strength just like Lionel, but Cashew's arm wasn't too big.

"What, even if I say bishop, this much? Enzionism is unexpected."

"Gizaaa!! Vouoooo!!

I was scolded by Enzionism, which is all I can say, and I resisted Cashew with all my might.

……

Speak silently and stare at Yang scratching his hands and feet.

Cashew, who lost interest in Yang, who couldn't even take himself seriously by squeezing his strength, threw himself on the floor to throw away the debris.

"Gee!! Ohh, kaha...."

(Hmm, why... Magic should be less than a third of me... Why is the difference so far...)

Cashew passes through such a painful Yang and sits back in his chair.

Put your feet together and speak to Yang with a clear gaze.

"Tell Archbishop Amanda. The stakes are consistent, but it's the same if we don't have this kind of strength."

And then I come up with something.

"I hate this country. If you're going to lose your connection anyway... let's break it all down."