Originally, Emily had planned to just play one round and leave. But even if she won, she'd won so big that it was hard to leave.
This is because leaving the game as soon as you win money is considered unethical within the gambling world.
While she was drinking champagne and thinking about how to say something to get out of the situation, a nobleman, who was familiar with her, approached her.
"Lady."
Emily, recognizing her opponent, almost spit out what she had in her mouth.
“Hey, Mr. Goldwin? How’s it going here...?”
The man who greeted Emily was Roger Goldwyn, Van Cent's best actor.
“It’s nice to see you here.”
Although he is an actor she would like to meet again, she never wanted to meet him like this in a casino.
Roger said with a light, nonchalant smile.
“I was at the table next to you, but you didn’t notice.”
“Yes, I didn’t know. Anyway, it’s nice to see you again.”
Marlene, who was standing next to her, asked Emily in a ventriloquistic manner while poking her waist.
“How do you two know each other?”
“Yeah, there’s something wrong with that (there’s just something like that).”
The men, who were like sacks of barley scattered across the street, looked at Roger with discontent. They didn't like how Roger was instantly attracting the attention of the ladies.
“Can I play a game with you?”
"No."
"Yes."
A tense war of nerves erupted as the men and women gave conflicting answers.
“The four of us got along well. I thought it wouldn’t be as fun if someone else got involved.”
Marlene snorted at the red-haired man's words.
"If the match is good, what else is there to do? If you don't want to play with Mr. Goldwyn, just find another table. The three of us will play."
"Oh, I, I! I'll stay here. Mr. Goldwyn, please sit here!"
The ugly man quickly made room for Roger, fearing he would be kicked out.
"Thank you."
Roger winked at the man as a thank you and sat down. Marlene frowned at the man's flushed cheeks, receiving Roger's wink.
“Ahem, anyway, since Mr. Goldwyn is here, I guess I should refill the champagne.”
Emily called the staff over again and offered them each a glass of champagne.
The red-haired man felt uneasy and wanted to move away, but he stopped himself when he saw Emily. No matter how much he thought about it, she was a woman he couldn't afford to lose.
'How on earth can you be friends with a woman with such a bad temper?'
He was getting annoyed with Marlene, who kept interrupting him.
“I get to drink such expensive champagne thanks to Madam.”
The man, who had been grumbling for a while, tilted his head at Roger's words. "Madam" was a title reserved for married women, after all.
“You two knew each other, right?”
He asked, pointing alternately at Emily and Roger.
“Yes, my husband introduced me to him.”
Emily hadn't originally planned to reveal her identity here, fearing Killian would find out. However, the man who kept expressing interest in her felt compelled to at least reveal that she was married.
“Oh, you’re already married.”
But the man was only confused at first, and the way he looked at Emily was completely unchanged from before.
Roger continued to observe the man, wary of him.
“So, now that we have a new member, what card game should we play this time?”
“How about low poker?”
The ugly man pouted at Roger's words.
“You’re an actor, so you must be incredibly good at poker.”
“That’s not necessarily true.”
Roger asked with humility.
“Should we go with A to Six?”
Emily looked around and then carefully got up from her seat.
“I’m sorry, but I need to go to the bathroom for a moment before I turn the card over.”
As the time spent there grew longer, Emily began to worry about Ivan waiting for her outside.
It seemed better to tell Ivan in advance whether to bring him to the lounge or to have him sleep in the carriage.
“Then let’s each have another drink before that guy comes. I’ll pay this time.”
Marlene gave Roger a sly look and quickly called out to the staff with her hand.
“One more of the most delicious and expensive liquors here!”
Emily, who had gone to the bathroom without paying attention thanks to Marlene, simply tidied up her clothes there and was about to go up to the first floor.
“What a surprise!”
“I’m sorry, I unintentionally surprised you.”
At that moment, a red-haired man suddenly appeared at the bathroom entrance.
“What’s going on?”
Emily frowned, her displeasure evident. Regardless of your relationship, waiting right outside the women's restroom was considered rude.
“It’s just that the woman who came with you was so drunk that my friend brought her to the lounge.”
“What are you talking about? She was fine just a moment ago.”
“Hmm... She’s a fan of Roger Goldwyn, right?”
“But?”
"I guess she was really excited to see a top star in front of her. She said she'd treat me to some liquor, but she drank it straight."
“What did you say?”
It was entirely possible for Marlene, who had no plan, to do this.
“I can’t live like this, where is the lounge?”
“Follow me.”
After walking for some time, Emily followed the man absentmindedly until she noticed something strange. Upon closer inspection, she saw that he was luring her toward the fire escape.
"Wait a minute."
As Emily stopped, the man ahead muttered a curse, as if he was disappointed. Emily's shoulders trembled at the sound.
The man, who noticed Emily's nervous expression, changed his expression and opened his mouth again.
“Oh, did you hear that?”
He smiled brightly as if nothing had happened and pulled Emily's arm towards him.
“Relax. I don’t want to scare you either, lady.”
Emily didn't scream or try to run away prematurely. She didn't want to provoke him unnecessarily and put herself in greater danger. Instead, she tried to quickly figure out what he wanted.
“Is this because of the money I borrowed?”
Emily could easily have given up on that amount of money. As Emily fumbled with her purse, the man laughed out loud and closed the bag's opening with a touch that was both touching and chilling.
“I don’t really care about this. I have a lot of money.”
A chill ran down her spine. Feeling like he was about to ask for something worse, Emily instinctively pulled back and asked.
“What do you want?”
“I just want to spend some time alone with you.”
"I don't really want to do that. And I told you I'm married."
“I find it more fun to hang out with married women.”
'He's a total lunatic.'
Regardless of Emily's thoughts, the man ran his hand through his hair with a confident expression.
He knew his looks were quite appealing to women. Women were easily drawn to his seductively sparkling crimson eyes and his curvaceous red lips.
He said, pushing Emily one step further against the wall.
"We're the only ones here, so stop being so high-minded. Madam is here to have fun, isn't you?"
“I came here to enjoy games, not to meet men.”
Emily had a gun in her handbag for self-defense.
Because there are people inside the casino who lose money and cause trouble, it was essential to check personal belongings to prevent accidents.
However, guns and knives that women carry for self-defense purposes were not sanctioned.
Because the magical training required to shoot a gun was so rigorous, not many women carried guns, but Emily, oddly enough, learned how to use a gun from a young age thanks to her father.
“Then let’s change the objective. I’m already pretty good.”
'Should I lightly shoot the arms or legs? Or should I shoot the center?'
As Emily was seriously contemplating the man's nonsense, someone came running breathlessly and opened the emergency door.
“You punk! I knew you’d be fooling around here!”
Emily's face was a blank mask of embarrassment.
“Mr. Roger Goldwyn?”
Roger gasped for breath as he pulled down his cravat, having run so far to find Emily.
“Haa, that kid has been annoying me since earlier.”
The red-haired man walked towards Roger, shaking his head with his hand in annoyance.
“Hey. If you don’t want your acting career to end, just keep going.”
At those words, Roger grabbed the man who was coming towards him by the collar and lifted him up.
“You should just go away quietly.”
“I lost my nerve because people were hesitant to teach you.”
He chuckled at Roger's provocation and pulled a knife out of his pocket.
“...How did you get this in?”
Men weren't allowed to bring in anything sharp, not even guns. But a knife? Roger was taken aback and let go of his hand.
“There are ways. But do you have the time to wonder about them?”
He held the knife close to Roger's face.
“I don’t care what kind of person you are. I can take care of you right away.”
Emily, startled by the knife swinging back and forth before her eyes, quickly grabbed the man's arm and pulled it down.
“Just a moment, I’ll follow you, so stop dealing with this person.”
“No, Ma’am!”
Roger immediately straightened at Emily's words. Emily blinked, indicating that it was okay. She planned to shoot him if he moved even a little further away.
“It’s dangerous, so come this way.”
But Roger, who didn't understand her gesture, pulled her towards him forcefully and ended up dropping her handbag on the floor.
'No! My gun!'
The red-haired man took advantage of the moment when the two men were struggling and kicked Roger hard in the shin.
Oh, Roger fell forward with a groan.
Then, as if he thought Roger had disturbed him, the man began to kick Roger's stomach mercilessly as soon as he fell.
Emily screamed involuntarily as he also brought his fist to Roger's face.
'You bastard! You have to protect your face!'
Emily quickly began searching for the handbag containing the gun.
‘Ah, why there of all places...?’
Emily felt like crying as she looked at the bag lying under Roger's stomach. She was grateful he was trying to help, but could it really be so useless?
“So, just be modest.”
The man, who thought he had beaten Roger enough, turned around and spat on the floor.
“Shall we go now?”
It was when he turned around, grabbing her arm and smirking at Emily.
“You’d better let go of that hand right now.”
Someone was walking at the end of the hallway.
This is because leaving the game as soon as you win money is considered unethical within the gambling world.
While she was drinking champagne and thinking about how to say something to get out of the situation, a nobleman, who was familiar with her, approached her.
"Lady."
Emily, recognizing her opponent, almost spit out what she had in her mouth.
“Hey, Mr. Goldwin? How’s it going here...?”
The man who greeted Emily was Roger Goldwyn, Van Cent's best actor.
“It’s nice to see you here.”
Although he is an actor she would like to meet again, she never wanted to meet him like this in a casino.
Roger said with a light, nonchalant smile.
“I was at the table next to you, but you didn’t notice.”
“Yes, I didn’t know. Anyway, it’s nice to see you again.”
Marlene, who was standing next to her, asked Emily in a ventriloquistic manner while poking her waist.
“How do you two know each other?”
“Yeah, there’s something wrong with that (there’s just something like that).”
The men, who were like sacks of barley scattered across the street, looked at Roger with discontent. They didn't like how Roger was instantly attracting the attention of the ladies.
“Can I play a game with you?”
"No."
"Yes."
A tense war of nerves erupted as the men and women gave conflicting answers.
“The four of us got along well. I thought it wouldn’t be as fun if someone else got involved.”
Marlene snorted at the red-haired man's words.
"If the match is good, what else is there to do? If you don't want to play with Mr. Goldwyn, just find another table. The three of us will play."
"Oh, I, I! I'll stay here. Mr. Goldwyn, please sit here!"
The ugly man quickly made room for Roger, fearing he would be kicked out.
"Thank you."
Roger winked at the man as a thank you and sat down. Marlene frowned at the man's flushed cheeks, receiving Roger's wink.
“Ahem, anyway, since Mr. Goldwyn is here, I guess I should refill the champagne.”
Emily called the staff over again and offered them each a glass of champagne.
The red-haired man felt uneasy and wanted to move away, but he stopped himself when he saw Emily. No matter how much he thought about it, she was a woman he couldn't afford to lose.
'How on earth can you be friends with a woman with such a bad temper?'
He was getting annoyed with Marlene, who kept interrupting him.
“I get to drink such expensive champagne thanks to Madam.”
The man, who had been grumbling for a while, tilted his head at Roger's words. "Madam" was a title reserved for married women, after all.
“You two knew each other, right?”
He asked, pointing alternately at Emily and Roger.
“Yes, my husband introduced me to him.”
Emily hadn't originally planned to reveal her identity here, fearing Killian would find out. However, the man who kept expressing interest in her felt compelled to at least reveal that she was married.
“Oh, you’re already married.”
But the man was only confused at first, and the way he looked at Emily was completely unchanged from before.
Roger continued to observe the man, wary of him.
“So, now that we have a new member, what card game should we play this time?”
“How about low poker?”
The ugly man pouted at Roger's words.
“You’re an actor, so you must be incredibly good at poker.”
“That’s not necessarily true.”
Roger asked with humility.
“Should we go with A to Six?”
Emily looked around and then carefully got up from her seat.
“I’m sorry, but I need to go to the bathroom for a moment before I turn the card over.”
As the time spent there grew longer, Emily began to worry about Ivan waiting for her outside.
It seemed better to tell Ivan in advance whether to bring him to the lounge or to have him sleep in the carriage.
“Then let’s each have another drink before that guy comes. I’ll pay this time.”
Marlene gave Roger a sly look and quickly called out to the staff with her hand.
“One more of the most delicious and expensive liquors here!”
Emily, who had gone to the bathroom without paying attention thanks to Marlene, simply tidied up her clothes there and was about to go up to the first floor.
“What a surprise!”
“I’m sorry, I unintentionally surprised you.”
At that moment, a red-haired man suddenly appeared at the bathroom entrance.
“What’s going on?”
Emily frowned, her displeasure evident. Regardless of your relationship, waiting right outside the women's restroom was considered rude.
“It’s just that the woman who came with you was so drunk that my friend brought her to the lounge.”
“What are you talking about? She was fine just a moment ago.”
“Hmm... She’s a fan of Roger Goldwyn, right?”
“But?”
"I guess she was really excited to see a top star in front of her. She said she'd treat me to some liquor, but she drank it straight."
“What did you say?”
"I wish you could have checked the exposure... the line just snapped."
“I can’t live like this, where is the lounge?”
“Follow me.”
After walking for some time, Emily followed the man absentmindedly until she noticed something strange. Upon closer inspection, she saw that he was luring her toward the fire escape.
"Wait a minute."
As Emily stopped, the man ahead muttered a curse, as if he was disappointed. Emily's shoulders trembled at the sound.
The man, who noticed Emily's nervous expression, changed his expression and opened his mouth again.
“Oh, did you hear that?”
He smiled brightly as if nothing had happened and pulled Emily's arm towards him.
“Relax. I don’t want to scare you either, lady.”
Emily didn't scream or try to run away prematurely. She didn't want to provoke him unnecessarily and put herself in greater danger. Instead, she tried to quickly figure out what he wanted.
“Is this because of the money I borrowed?”
Emily could easily have given up on that amount of money. As Emily fumbled with her purse, the man laughed out loud and closed the bag's opening with a touch that was both touching and chilling.
“I don’t really care about this. I have a lot of money.”
A chill ran down her spine. Feeling like he was about to ask for something worse, Emily instinctively pulled back and asked.
“What do you want?”
“I just want to spend some time alone with you.”
"I don't really want to do that. And I told you I'm married."
“I find it more fun to hang out with married women.”
'He's a total lunatic.'
Regardless of Emily's thoughts, the man ran his hand through his hair with a confident expression.
He knew his looks were quite appealing to women. Women were easily drawn to his seductively sparkling crimson eyes and his curvaceous red lips.
He said, pushing Emily one step further against the wall.
"We're the only ones here, so stop being so high-minded. Madam is here to have fun, isn't you?"
“I came here to enjoy games, not to meet men.”
Emily had a gun in her handbag for self-defense.
Because there are people inside the casino who lose money and cause trouble, it was essential to check personal belongings to prevent accidents.
However, guns and knives that women carry for self-defense purposes were not sanctioned.
Because the magical training required to shoot a gun was so rigorous, not many women carried guns, but Emily, oddly enough, learned how to use a gun from a young age thanks to her father.
“Then let’s change the objective. I’m already pretty good.”
'Should I lightly shoot the arms or legs? Or should I shoot the center?'
As Emily was seriously contemplating the man's nonsense, someone came running breathlessly and opened the emergency door.
“You punk! I knew you’d be fooling around here!”
Emily's face was a blank mask of embarrassment.
“Mr. Roger Goldwyn?”
Roger gasped for breath as he pulled down his cravat, having run so far to find Emily.
“Haa, that kid has been annoying me since earlier.”
The red-haired man walked towards Roger, shaking his head with his hand in annoyance.
“Hey. If you don’t want your acting career to end, just keep going.”
At those words, Roger grabbed the man who was coming towards him by the collar and lifted him up.
“You should just go away quietly.”
“I lost my nerve because people were hesitant to teach you.”
He chuckled at Roger's provocation and pulled a knife out of his pocket.
“...How did you get this in?”
Men weren't allowed to bring in anything sharp, not even guns. But a knife? Roger was taken aback and let go of his hand.
“There are ways. But do you have the time to wonder about them?”
He held the knife close to Roger's face.
“I don’t care what kind of person you are. I can take care of you right away.”
Emily, startled by the knife swinging back and forth before her eyes, quickly grabbed the man's arm and pulled it down.
“Just a moment, I’ll follow you, so stop dealing with this person.”
“No, Ma’am!”
Roger immediately straightened at Emily's words. Emily blinked, indicating that it was okay. She planned to shoot him if he moved even a little further away.
“It’s dangerous, so come this way.”
But Roger, who didn't understand her gesture, pulled her towards him forcefully and ended up dropping her handbag on the floor.
'No! My gun!'
The red-haired man took advantage of the moment when the two men were struggling and kicked Roger hard in the shin.
Oh, Roger fell forward with a groan.
Then, as if he thought Roger had disturbed him, the man began to kick Roger's stomach mercilessly as soon as he fell.
Emily screamed involuntarily as he also brought his fist to Roger's face.
'You bastard! You have to protect your face!'
Emily quickly began searching for the handbag containing the gun.
‘Ah, why there of all places...?’
Emily felt like crying as she looked at the bag lying under Roger's stomach. She was grateful he was trying to help, but could it really be so useless?
“So, just be modest.”
The man, who thought he had beaten Roger enough, turned around and spat on the floor.
“Shall we go now?”
It was when he turned around, grabbing her arm and smirking at Emily.
“You’d better let go of that hand right now.”
Someone was walking at the end of the hallway.
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