At Elysium Hall, apart from absurd wishes like "spend a wonderful night with the prime minister," which no one would make, there were also wishes no one dared make. "Spend a wonderful night with Kogure" was among them. Everyone wondered how such a young woman had come to run this extravagantly luxurious casino. A woman like her... surely her price would be astronomical? Whether making that wish would bring an outrageously high quote or make the person vanish from the world forever, no one knew.
No gambler had ever entered that elevator. Had "Obol Boy" really wished to "spend a wonderful night with Kogure"? 5.6 billion yen... Many people weighed that figure in their minds, failing to notice the men in black suits stationed on high ground locking their gazes onto them. These burly men with their jackets open made up Elysium Hall's security force. Gun grips showed inside their jackets, all heavy tactical pistols manufactured by Israel's HS Precision. They fired large-caliber Magnum rounds that could penetrate even police body armor.
Everyone suspected Sakurai Kogure was no ordinary woman, but none imagined that she was the "commander" of Elysium Hall's armed forces.
The elevator rose. Once it stopped, its doors slowly opened, and Shude Kōsuke followed Sakurai Kogure into the Japanese-style suite on Elysium Hall's top floor. Both had taken off their shoes in the elevator.
Shude Kōsuke stepped onto the tatami and surveyed the luxurious suite. Traditional tatami mats covered the floor, and simple white-paper screens divided the interior. The windows stood open, admitting the summer breeze, the cries of cicadas, and golden sunlight. Beside a pale wooden screen stood a small table bearing a white porcelain vase, with a budding Little Dancing Princess lotus inside.
He sat in the guest's seat. Sakurai Kogure brought out a bottle