"Chop off my fingers?" Julia sneered, looking at the fat Richard as though he were a pile of garbage.
"How very sincere of you—'thank you' for your kindness!" She stressed the word "thank you."
"But are you really so sure you've already won?"
"It seems you still haven't figured out the situation!" Ronte, the ponytailed man, shook his head and sighed. "What a pity!"
"J."
Without hesitation, he guessed J, one of the three cards that had yet to appear.
But the result...
Smack.
Ronte's guess was wrong.
By the fireplace, Aizen gently swirled a cup of black tea, utterly devoid of the tension one would expect from a life-or-death game.
Yusaku Kudo, seated across from him, looked at him and suddenly asked, "You really are unexpectedly calm, Mr. Aizen!"
"Mr. Kudo doesn't seem nervous either," Aizen replied with a smile.
"What do you think of their siege? Who do you think will win?" Yusaku Kudo asked meaningfully.
Aizen smiled. "How would I know? We're merely spectators—why not just watch it play out? Once the game ends, it'll only benefit us, won't it?"
Yusaku Kudo said nothing further. He knew he would not be able to get any useful information from this Aizen.
On the other side, Ronte said nothing. He simply spread the seven cards in his hand before Julia. After thinking for a moment, Julia flipped over the first one.
A.
Next was the fat Richard.
At a time like this, whether he wanted to or not, he had no choice but to step up. He likewise guessed 4, one of the three cards that had never appeared.
But the result was still wrong, and one of his 8s was removed.
Next in order should have been Alice. However, the girl took out her last three cards from