She Had to Be Acting! An Astonishing Reversal!

"...I fold."

Wendy glanced at Akweiler's revealed three of a kind, then at her own cards, which held nothing better than a king-high hand. After two seconds of silence, she folded without hesitation. Seeing that, Akweiler finally became certain: Wendy was no master. She was a complete beginner.

Then what had been the point of taking her so seriously?

The more Akweiler thought about it, the angrier he grew. But after giving it careful thought, he looked at Wendy with less anger and more bewilderment than ever. If she really knew nothing about gambling, did that mean she had won her way here from the qualifiers on luck alone? Just how absurdly lucky would she have to be?

After all, counting every match she had played, she had competed ten times!

And Wendy had not lost once in all ten matches.

With odds like that—one in hundreds of millions—she could be called a favorite of the Goddess of Luck!

A thousand years ago, in the age of the gods, that luck alone would have put her on par with the Goddess of Luck's strongest apostle! Could a human really do that?

"No. That's impossible!"

"All the gods have perished. She couldn't possibly rely on divine favor to pull off ten lucky breaks in a row." "If she were that lucky, she could rack up countless military honors on the battlefield through sheer coincidence, then rise to general in no time. Even marshal wouldn't be out of the question."

"But she's only a major. So the idea that she reached the finals on luck alone doesn't hold up!" "Follow that reasoning, and there's only one answer!"

She was still putting on an act!

Even with countless people booing and doubting her, even while enduring the humiliation of being called a hopeless