"How... how was that possible?"
Ponytail Ronte roared in disbelief. Why? There had clearly only been one possible Ace left. Why was he the one who had been wrong?
Why had something so impossible happened?
Aizen's mocking expression deepened. He strode forward, casually drew a card from Ponytail Ronte's hand—a 5—and tore it apart.
Now, aside from Yukiko's two cards and Yusaku Kudo's five cards, everyone else had only one card left.
"Th-this is impossible. You... the cards in your hand... there should only have been one Ace. Impossible... impossible..."
Aizen ignored his shrieking and merely raised his head to glance at the clock on the wall.
There were only fifteen minutes left.
Although he had already confirmed what he had suspected, the result he needed still had not been achieved at the final moment.
Julia frowned at the side and said, "Impossible though it may be, it still happened.
Could it be that the owner of this villa doesn't want anyone else to die? That can't be right, can it? Still, there really is something strange about this... Can anyone explain it?"
Julia turned to Aizen with her question.
But Aizen did not answer. He wore an utterly inscrutable expression, clearly having no intention of clearing up their confusion.
"Because this is a game where, as long as you grasp the method, someone is guaranteed to win."
Suddenly, a voice rang out, and everyone instinctively turned toward its source.
Yusaku Kudo, who had been sitting on the sofa, suddenly spoke.
He stood up and threw all the cards in his hand—cards he had not even looked at—into the fireplace in one go.
The sight startled Yukiko and left everyone else dumbfounded.
"Yusaku? What... what does this mean?" Yukiko asked.
Yusaku Kudo shook his head, turned around, and walked straight